"Let's go, brother, my scrambled eggs are delicious, grandma doesn't often make them, they're all fried, the family makes white rice today, not corn rice, let's go......"

Seeing Ji Donglai's refusal, the little boy pulled Ji Donglai's hand vigorously, and pleading appeared on his face.

"You tell grandma, just say what I said, I'll let you help me eat, the project really can't go away, tonight we will build the road, tomorrow morning you don't have to climb that mountain beam again, in the future, your things can also be transported out from here, then you can eat white rice every day."

"If you want to get rich, build a road first, next time we will build a cement road, let's go."

The Great Wall of Acid said that the women and elders of the village often weave things to sell, and in the past there was no road but to carry things out along the mountain beams that the children climbed, but now the road is built to open a window for the village.

A group of children had already gone down the mountain, and the little boy stared at Ji Donglai with big eyes and was still unmoved.

"That little sister, you take him down the mountain, and it will be dark later!"

Seeing that the little boy didn't want to leave, Ji Dong came to beckon the older children from the same village as the other party to pull the other party down. There was a lot of dust on the construction site, and Ji Donglai couldn't take care of the rest.

A row of new cement poles has been erected on the mountain beam, people from the power bureau are hurrying to wiring the wires, photovoltaic panels are now also carrying out assaults, and the school wall is built by Lao Wu and people, and the red bricks are painted with white paint.

The entire exterior wall of the classroom has been painted red, the courtyard is in the center of a newly welded flagpole, and the cement rostrum is also newly built.

For some reason, looking at everything in front of him, Ji Donglai was happier than the scale of hundreds of millions of dollars in the industry. At this time, the teachers of the school gradually stopped work, and every day after school, these people would go to the construction site to help.

The children who live in the upper grades are now starting to return to school, living in the new environment created by Ji Donglai and his gang, the dormitory is no longer leaking, the beds are warmer, and the children are very happy.

At the beginning of the day, it was not until the school could not see the light that the teacher closed the school's electric switch.

"Tell the teacher that you don't need to save so much, in case the children burn their eyes, it's not good."

Looking at the actions of the school teacher, Ji Donglai felt a bad feeling when he held his job.

In the case that the photovoltaic power is not fully generated for the time being, the external power supply is still a large expense, and the teachers are reluctant.

"Usually, some children go home far away and need to charge their flashlights at school, and some nearby villagers who are particularly difficult to charge their flashlights will also take their flashlights to charge, and the expenses are recorded in the name of the school."

"These teachers are not just teaching children, they are taking care of a lot of problems. Although the school is not an old district, there are many heroes here, and there are grave keepers in that grave. When the 129th Division finished fighting the War of Resistance here, Little Japan buried its own people, and it was unbearable to see all the Chinese troops thrown into the ravines and ravines for eagles to peck at and wolves to eat. ”

"It was this group of wounded soldiers hiding in the mountains who were secretly buried, and there were puppet soldiers outside the mountains, and these people were worried that the Japanese would come back to dig graves, so they buried their bones in the old forests of the deep mountains and guarded them for generations."

Principal Han pulled the food in the bowl and pointed to the cemetery in the distance and whispered.

Every year, the school organizes students to visit graves there, and there are not many elderly people left in the village.

"In this way, after the road is repaired, we will bring some things and condolences, which can be regarded as a comfort to these veterans or their descendants, it is not easy to guard the mass grave."

In line with the principle of rather falling into one tun than one neighbor, Ji Dong came to his senses. After dinner, I called the factory and asked people to send food here again, and according to the current progress, the road will be completed tomorrow morning.

"Lao Hu, why don't you talk to this group of people to repair that cemetery?"

In a mountain village far from the school, two old men sat at the door, with a teapot at the door, and the little boy on the kang in the house who was looking for Ji Dong to come over for dinner was sleeping soundly.

"That's it, isn't it cursing for a lifetime after repairing? When will you be able to take back the southeast, it still makes sense to repair this place, otherwise you will be smashed by someone after the repair! ”

After the old man finished speaking, he slowly stood up, and his wife next to him slowly stood up, and walked into the room with his body bent.

"Crackling ......"

"Huh? What's moving! ”

I don't know what time it is, the two old men were woken up by the noise, and in their blurred vision, the two straightened up.

"Grandpa, the road is repaired, we can drive down from it in the future, go and see......"

The little boy ran out of the house shirtless, and after a while he ran back again, and chattered at the two old men before they got off the ground.

Trembling out of the house with a cane, a convoy was slowly approaching the village in the distance.

"Grandpa, the eldest brother has come to our village with something to condole, and he will come to our house in a while, and the teacher is also here!"

Pulling the two old men, the little boy chattered for a while, and the old man tilted his head sideways, and could only vaguely see a phantom in front of him.

"You run slowly, don't get hit by a car, you have to pay attention to school in the future, don't get hit by a car coming down." Don't come to our house, our family is poor, old woman, you scramble two eggs to prepare, if you really come, you have to let people eat a bite. ”

Wang Guangzhi patted his wife's hand and urged, and the old lady hurriedly helped the person to sit down by the wall, and went to prepare by herself.

Under the guidance of President Han, Ji Donglai went to the poor households and old military households in the village one by one to offer condolences, there were not many things, a bag of rice, a bag of noodles, and a barrel of cooking oil.

Almost all the people in the village have come out, and the village chief here is quite responsible, holding a cigarette pouch in one hand to introduce eligible families one by one.

"This family has participated in the Korean War, so you don't need to give so much, the above is the kind that regularly gives emergency relief and is registered in the policy. This house is anti-Japanese and a bit difficult......"

Finally, the cart came in from the village, and the whole village gathered around to watch.

The older children in the school simply served as laborers, some in the car, and some in the bottom to help carry things.

"Big brother, when are you going to my house?"

The big car passed by the door of Wang Guangzhi's old man's house, but it passed like that, and the little boy followed the car all the way to the end of the village, so he grabbed Ji Donglai's arm.

"Huh? Where is your home? Is it also a veteran? ”

Looking at the little boy's immature face, Ji Donglai was a little surprised, and looked at the village chief, who directly turned his face to the side with an unnatural expression.

"My grandfather is ninety-five years old, he has beaten Lao Maozi, killed little devils, and now he still has a piece of shrapnel in his head, and my family still has the things of the little devils that were captured back then."

"The cemetery on there was also built by my grandfather and two other grandfathers, and now my grandfather can't walk, he is a veteran, I don't believe you ask everyone and the village chief."

Faced with Ji Donglai's questioning, the little guy's cheeks bulged.

(End of chapter)