Wang Ziheng couldn't understand what happened to Tian Fusheng to leave in such a hurry. If he wants to get rid of himself, there's no need to leave a handwriting! Could it be that something happened to the third brother and Xiao Bajin?

Without further ado, let's get out and go to the horns. Thinking that he had wasted a year without knowing it, Wang Ziheng was also unwilling, and he needed to find out quickly.

He first found a bathing center and took a shower happily, then went to the clothing store to buy a head-bearing shirt and pants to change into, cut his hair and shave his beard, and looked in the mirror: Very good, the handsome young man from before is back!

The shuttle bus bumped on the mountain road, and the wind of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau blew on the cheeks, which was indescribably moisturizing and cool. The car resounded with the rich and high-pitched voice of the Phoenix legend: "Wumeng Mountain is connected to the mountains outside the mountain, and the moonlight sprinkles the Xiangshui Beach ......"

Wang Ziheng got in the car and began to nap, he slept very well this night, and he didn't wake up when the shuttle bus arrived at the destination.

The driver came up and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, it's time to get out of the car!" ”

Wang Ziheng opened his eyes in a daze and asked, "It's here?" ”

"It's here!"

The streets are very lively, and it seems to be in a hurry. Wang Ziheng asked about the direction of Sheephorn Middle School and decided to visit Zhang Shengli first.

The market town of Giethoorn Township is located in a small basin in the mountains, with narrow streets and poor hygiene, and sheep and cow dung can be seen everywhere on the road. Businessmen engaged in small business occupy most of the streets, large and small cars are jammed into a long line, and bursts of sharp and piercing horns come and go, making people feel irritated.

Wang Ziheng arched like a maggot in the dense crowd, the voices were noisy, all kinds of pungent smells came to his face, and sometimes if he was not careful, a mouthful of sour old phlegm from nowhere would stick to his body, which was disgusting.

This situation made him think of the debate with Tian Fusheng that day, and he was inevitably a little discouraged: Judging from the current situation, it seems that we are still relatively far away from "civilization".

At the entrance of Sheephorn Middle School, the old man of the doorman put his feet on the table and asked weakly, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"I'm looking for Zhang Shengli." Wang Ziheng replied politely.

"Oh, the kid who was cleaned up?" The doorman is straightforward.

"Well, that's him."

The doorman handed over a dirty notebook and a ballpoint pen, and said, "Let's take a note first!" After Dengji, he went in to find it, he was in the seventh grade, and the classrooms were on the second floor. ”

Wang Ziheng finished his note, said "thank you", climbed to the second floor of the teaching building, and went to find Zhang Shengli classroom by classroom. When I walked to the door of the classroom of Class 7 (3), I found that the students inside were consciously reciting the text, and there was a male teacher sitting at the lectern, with his back to the door, his head drooping and not knowing what he was doing, and his back looked very much like Zhang Shengli.

Wang Ziheng knocked on the door, and the male teacher was shocked, and looked back with some trepidation, but the mobile phone in his hand was not clenched, and it fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Ziheng? Oops I'll go, you're scared to death of me! "The male teacher is really Zhang Shengli.

Zhang Shengli walked out of the classroom, Wang Ziheng smiled: "That's how you go to class?" ”

Zhang Shengli pouted: "It's a mess!" Teaching well and teaching is like a ball, anyway, it's just that salary. Besides, the final exam is coming soon, and the teacher is mainly supervising the review, so why do you work so hard? ”

Wang Ziheng shook his head and said: "You people, while always complaining about problems with the education system, and on the other hand, you are eating and drinking misleading people's children, so what are you good at telling me?" ”

"Go, go, don't go online! You didn't make a sound just now, I thought it was the leader, and my little heart was about to jump out. ”

Zhang Shengli put his right hand on Wang Ziheng's shoulder: "Let's go to the dormitory first, and when I finish class, I will pick up the wind and wash the dust for you!" ”

The two came to the teacher's turnover room behind the teaching building, Zhang Shengli had just opened the dormitory door, and an official voice sounded behind him: "Teacher Zhang, who did you bring in?" ”

The two turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly standing behind them. The man's head was a little bowed, and the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing was tucked into the trouser belt, and a red tie hung straight on his chest, which was particularly eye-catching. As he spoke, his hands behind his back, his eyes shining with an unusually serious light.

"Director Shang, this is my college classmate Wang Ziheng, he came from the provincial capital to see me today......"

"The school is not a vegetable market, how can you casually take people to the teacher's dormitory!" Director Shang seems to have eaten raw rice, and his stomach is very tight.

Wang Ziheng said with interest: "That's good, victory, I'll wait for you outside the school gate." ”

Zhang Shengli grabbed Wang Ziheng, pushed him into the dormitory, turned his head and smiled at Director Shang: "Director, be accommodating, the guests from afar can't afford to be lazy, and I'll take him out after class, okay?" ”

Director Shang snorted coldly, his face purple as a pig's liver: "Look at this, Teacher Zhang, your assessment score this semester is already the lowest in the school." ”

"Even if you deduct it, I don't expect to rely on this assessment to distribute money!" After speaking, Zhang Shengli closed the door with his hand.

This is a single dormitory of more than 40 square meters, with a total of two single rooms inside and outside, one for living and one for work and life.

There was a water dispenser at the door, Zhang Shengli poured a glass of water for Wang Ziheng, and said, "You sit down for a while, I still have about twenty minutes in this class, and let's go out to eat when it's over." ”

Wang Ziheng said: "You don't care about me, it's important to go to class first." ”

After Zhang Shengli went out, Wang Ziheng looked back and forth in the room.

My mobile phone has been out of battery for several days, although I can't use it for the time being, but I think I'm going to shuttle back soon, so it's better to charge it. Although he and Tian Fusheng took out the SIM card, they didn't lose it, so that they could continue to use it after they went back.

He found the charger that Zhang Shengli had placed on his desk and charged his phone. On the desk, there is a four-foot rice paper, on which is a poem that Zhang Shengli has just waved:

The wind gets colder and colder in the evening, and the chaos is always boundless.

Who is the basis for the world? Favors are biased.

After all, why bother frying each other?

The old gap is difficult to repair, and the new hatred is added.

"Good poetry!" Wang Ziheng secretly praised.

Nowadays, there are many people who like to write ancient poems, often stick to the rhythm of rhetoric, and often moan without disease in content; Zhang Shengli's current poems can not only be sincere, but also take into account the neatness of the rhythm, which is indeed a lot more refined than when he was in college. This Zhang Shengli is obviously a very talented person, why does he have a long tongue?

When I looked up, I saw a vertical scroll hanging on the wall, and on it was a poem:

Ascend slowly alone, towards the evening. A mountain of smoke and rain looks traceless. A little bit of affection has melted, and it is a cloud of smoke.

Lack of planning can be called spring, afraid of unevenness. Jagged flowers and plants are colorful! Who's going to care about it here? There is no such spirit.

Look at the handwriting, it is also Zhang Shengli's handwriting. Humane words are like their people, and the font style of Guan Zhang Shengli is unrestrained and elegant, with the charm of Mr. Chen Jialin; But looking closely at every stroke and every stroke, it seems to be more than crazy and not calm enough, and there is always a little less peace. In this way, Zhang Shengli's behavior can also be explained.

In the corner of the desk is a stack of texts that Zhang Shengli has just received. The top text has been opened, and Zhang Shengli has not had time to annotate. Wang Ziheng glanced at the composition twice, and suddenly came to his senses.

The title of the essay is called "My Dream":

My family is a poor household, and I want to be a poor household like my father when I grow up.

Dad said that being a poor household is the happiest thing, without labor, you have money every month, which is better than their part-time work, and the part-time workers have to do things every day.

My family had no water to eat, so my father made a phone call, and those government people came to repair a well for my family, pulled the water pipes to the house, and gave us rice and meat.

It turned out that my family was sitting in a mud-walled house, and the government people said that my house was going to fall, and they took money to build a new house for my family, and sat in a bright home, I thought the government was good, and if there was no food, I would send it, and if I didn't live in it, I would repair it, and the teacher would also come to our house and take photos and send books.

When I grow up, I want to be a poor household like my father, this is my dream.

Looking at such a strange text, Wang Ziheng couldn't cry or laugh.

Since the implementation of the targeted poverty alleviation policy, there have been countless strange phenomena among the people: the non-agricultural household registration is desperately changed back to the agricultural household registration, some people in the family who work in public units are quickly kicked out of the household registration book, and the lonely and widowed elderly people who can't be beaten by eight poles are brought into the home to support them...... Time seems to have gone back to the fifties and sixties all of a sudden, and everyone was crying poor and poorer.

Once the eldest sister called and told him that his family had not been rated as a targeted poverty alleviation household, and she choked up on the phone and said that it had to matter if she wanted to be poor now!

More than 20 minutes later, Zhang Shengli returned to the dormitory.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat something special, gelding and tofu!"