According to the navigation and positioning on the bus, we drove for nearly four hours before finally reaching the boundary of the Huangcao Mountains.

This is a rolling mountain for dozens of kilometers, but this northern mountain is very different from our southern mountain, there are few trees on the northern mountain, especially in this autumn and winter, the mountain is bare everywhere at a glance, except for the yellowing of the dead grass, it is almost difficult to find a little green.

We drove all the way into this mountain range, and the further we went, the more rugged the road became, and the road was very muddy, but fortunately the drivers here were all old drivers. Otherwise, ordinary people really can't walk this kind of road.

Even so, when we arrived at our destination, my back was soaked in a large cold sweat because of the way. I feel like I've almost crashed my car several times.

Finally we came to the outermost village in the mountains, and after learning that we were coming in to deliver supplies and warmth, the villagers here received us very warmly, and we stayed at the village chief's house that night. Before dawn the next day, under the leadership of some young men from this village, we brought the supplies to the villages in this mountain range.

Of course, in addition to sending supplies, my main purpose is to find the whereabouts of Zhuge Qingyun. So every time we went to a village, Huo Liang and I would ask if they knew an old man named Zhuge Qingyun.

However, to our disappointment, we delivered supplies in this mountain range for three days in a row, until in the end everything we brought was almost gone. We also failed to find Zhuge Qingyun.

On the third night, Huo Liang and I both looked a little discouraged, and Huo Liang even wondered if Jiao Yuchen's guy was teasing me, Zhuge Qingyun was not in this Yellow Grass Mountain Range.

I firmly believe that it is impossible for Yang Tianji Jiao Yuchen to deceive me, and as early as when I entered this mountain range, I had a very strange feeling in my heart, that feeling was indescribable, anyway, it was like an induction between the nine yin life grids.

I trust my instincts, Zhuge Qingyun must be in this mountain range, and I can be sure that he is still in the world.

The next morning, we were left with only a few textbooks left undelivered, and we were in this mountain range. There are dozens of villages, all of which add up to a primary school.

This elementary school is located in a place called Qingshan Village, about five or six kilometers away from our current location, don't think that five or six kilometers is very close, and it is only a few minutes to drive in the city, but in the middle of this rugged mountain road, it takes two or three hours to walk over the mountains and mountains, and it is said that some children even have to cross two slings on the edge of the cliff in order to go to school.

In fact, I have heard of these before, but at that time I only felt that the children in the mountains were suffering, and I did not have any personal experience, but now I am immersive, and when I personally experience the process of those children going to school, my heart is naturally more profound.

At about 11 o'clock in the morning, Huo Liang and I finally arrived at the only primary school in this mountain range with brand new textbooks and some learning supplies.

The elementary school looked very shabby, with only two mud classrooms, a muddy classroom outside, no playground, and the only place to play was a rusty basketball hoop.

At this time, the sound of Lang reading was coming from the two classrooms, there were two classes in total, there were about twenty people in one class, and each of the students in it was dressed very thinly, and the little face was red from the cold, but even so. They read very hard, and the sound of recitation is even more resounding in this mountain.

There were two people who taught, a female teacher in her forties and an old man with gray hair.

According to the villagers who brought us, this female teacher was a college student who was admitted from the mountains, and originally had the opportunity to work in the city, but in order to repay the village, after graduation, she resolutely returned to the mountains to teach the children in the mountains to read and write. It's been almost twenty years.

And the gray-haired old man is the headmaster of this school, and he has built every brick and tile of this school, and it has been almost forty years, and the old man has been teaching here for several generations for forty years. The children in the mountains know that this opportunity to go to school is not easy to come by, so they study very hard, and there are many college students who have gone out in the past few decades.

Speaking of this, the face of the villager who brought us here was full of pride, and he was full of admiration for the old man.

I walked to the window of the classroom, looked at the children who were studying hard, and then looked at the old man on the podium who was in his last years but was very serious about remarking the textbook, and my heart was inevitably touched.

To be honest, I can't tell the old man's age. He looked like he was sixty or seventy years old, but for a moment, I felt as if he was over 100 years old.

The old principal held a black ruler in his hand, at this time he interrupted the child who was reading, and began to hold the ruler on the blackboard while pointing and saying, his movements were a little slow, and his voice was also very hoarse, but he still spoke very hard, and the students below were also listening carefully, constantly taking notes, for fear that they would miss half a point.

Soon, a lecture was over. After class, the students began to move freely, and the old principal hurriedly walked up to us from the classroom and held my hand.

The old principal seemed very excited, it seemed that the batch of textbooks we sent had a great effect on them, and then I asked Huo Liang and them to distribute these textbooks and learning utensils, and those children were also happy to close their mouths, and kept chattering in front of Huo Liang and them.

Huo Liang, a boy who is usually drunk and obsessed, also had a great feeling at this time. At that time, I decided to donate a sum of money here when I went back to create a better learning environment for the students here.

Out of gratitude to us, the old principal insisted that we stay for lunch before leaving, saying that he would get it when the class was over.

I didn't say no either. I stayed with Huo Liang and them, and I was also deeply touched by this line, especially after finally coming to this school to see all this, my heart was like breaking the five-flavor bottle. An indescribable taste.

If at the beginning, a large part of the reason I sent those supplies to the villages in this mountain range was to find Zhuge Qingyun, then at this time, I didn't have that idea at all.

When I came to this school, I wanted to contribute to the children in this mountain village. As for Zhuge Qingyun's whereabouts, he will definitely not be in this place, maybe Zhuge Qingyun is not in these villages, but hidden somewhere in this mountain range, living an indisputable life outside the world.

Then the old principal and the female teacher went to work in the simple kitchen, and the soldiers brought by Huo Liang rushed up to help, while Huo Liang and I played with these children here.

Playing with these innocent children, I also feel that my soul has been greatly touched and cleansed, and today I plan to put aside the matter of the curse bones for now, and wait for today, and then find other ways to find the whereabouts of the curse bones.

Soon the meal was ready, and the old principal first gave one to each of the students here, and finally our group sat down around a table of eight immortals.

The meal was not sumptuous, but it was delicious, and the old headmaster was very welcoming to us, and he was a very good drinker. When we were eating, I always used a wine tray with four cups to toast us, and when we drank it, it was four, eight or even twelve glasses, and it directly made Huo Liang and the other wine fairies drunk.

I'm not good at drinking, but I can't shirk the enthusiasm of the old principal, and I'm a little drunk, but the old principal's alcohol is surprisingly good, a person drinks a pound of barley wine is not red and heartbeat, according to the female teacher on the side, the old principal has no hobbies in his life, just wine, drink every meal, and never see him drunk.

I immediately gave the old principal a thumbs up in admiration, and then asked the old principal what he was doing this year, and who was his surname!

The old principal smiled at me, handed me the wine tray with four glasses of wine, and replied, "The old man has two out of a hundred this year, and his name is Zhuge Qingyun!" ”

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