Teacher Xiao Zhong's adventures in the countryside

Zhong Yiqiu only had one class in the morning, Xiao Mingye drove back after ten o'clock, and took him to the train station to pick up Uncle Yi.

Rice harvesting has begun in the fields, and the narrow rural roads are full of rice-carrying carts and small tractors. Vehicles that meet them have to pull over, and even have to put one tire of the car on the shallow side of the road. Only in the ditch can their cars pass by.

Tractors are a minority, and most of them are carts. Generally, the carts are pulled by strong laborers at home. When they are tired from work, they take off their shirts. A 70-year-old man was pulling a cart. Zhong Yiqiu couldn't bear to see it. He sighed and said, "I've been talking about mechanized farming for the past two years. Why hasn't there been any progress?"

If it was in front of others, he would definitely not say such naive words, but Xiao Mingye is different, Zhong Yiqiu can do whatever he wants in front of him.

Xiao Mingye carefully missed the cart in front of him, and said, "It's already very good. Last year, not many families in the village bought tractors. This year's autumn harvest, half of the families have bought tractors. It will get better and better."

Zhong Yiqiu nodded, looking at the golden fields outside the window, she felt a refreshing joy in her heart.

He likes the seasons in the countryside. The harvest and food make people feel that they are living steadily.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Mingye, as if he was talking to himself, "Yuan Rong is recruited to death."

Xiao Mingye had no expression on his face, and a "hmm" was his answer.

Zhong Yiqiu seldom asked him about his childhood, not to mention whether Xiao Mingye would like to talk about it, Zhong Yiqiu also knew that he couldn't accept it, and listening to it only made him sad.

But no matter what happened in the past, Yuan Rongzhao was already dead, and everything was completely over.

Zhong Yiqiu struggled for a long time, his fingers twisted together as if playing with his left and right hands, he hesitated and asked, "Do you still hate him?"

Xiao Mingye still didn't respond, and replied flatly, "I never hated him."

"Why? He treated you like that." Zhong Yiqiu asked.

"He had no responsibility to support me. Without him to feed me and shelter me from the wind and rain, maybe I would have died before I was eight years old." Xiao Mingye smiled helplessly and replied calmly.

Zhong Yiqiu put her hand on his lap and patted it lightly.

Xiao Mingye took the initiative to continue, "It's not about hatred, it's just annoyance."

Zhong Yiqiu didn't know how to comfort him, so she added in a daze, "It's fine now, I don't need to bother you at all."

Xiao Mingye turned around and smiled at him.

After waiting at the station for half an hour, Uncle Yi’s train arrived. Maybe it was because of the long-distance fatigue, or maybe this trip to Beijing had hit and stimulated Uncle Yi too much. In a short period of time, he lost a lot of weight. Bao walked out of the dilapidated train station one by one, watching Zhong Yi feel very sad.

Although he looked haggard and dusty, Uncle Yi seemed to be in a good mood. He kept telling them what he had seen and heard about Beijing while eating at the restaurant at noon.

He didn't talk about Li Lele, and Zhong Yiqiu didn't dare to ask about it.After dinner in the evening, Uncle Yi packed up his luggage, gave him the new clothes that his sister had brought to Zhong Yiqiu, and carefully took out a woolen sweater from the box. I am not satisfied, I feel that all wardrobes are not suitable for this dress.

Zhong Yiqiu saw that he was eager to give up the woolen sweater, and asked intentionally, "Did you buy it in Beijing? The quality is good, how much did you pay for it?"

Uncle Yi had a smile on his lips, but complained in his mouth: "Can the quality be bad? It costs more than 100 yuan! Just such a thin piece of clothing, it's like stealing money!"

"Uncle Yi, you are quite willing to spend money!" Zhong Yiqiu exclaimed in artificial surprise.

"I can't bear to spend it..." Uncle Yi seemed embarrassed, and said embarrassingly: "Lele bought it. If you don't let me buy it, you have to buy it. They say it's pure wool, warm and of good quality."

Zhong Yiqiu seized the opportunity, did not show any mercy to Uncle Yi, and let out an exaggerated "Oh--".

"Okay!" Uncle Yi rarely became angry from embarrassment, and changed the subject, "Are you messing around when I'm not at home?"

"I didn't mess around..." Zhong Yiqiu was not convinced, and immediately changed his face, and said proudly: "We also discussed a big plan!"

"What big plan?"

Seeing his complacent look, Uncle Yi thought it was another decision to build a library, but he never thought that several people would join forces to eradicate the cult.

This is of course Uncle Yi's idea, but he is not impulsive like these young people. He has experienced many things and knows that this matter is not so simple. Pull out the carrot and bring out the mud. If these people join forces to do evil, it is not Just kidding.

"Where's Principal Shen? Why didn't you see him?" Uncle Yi wanted to talk to Principal Shen, after all, he was more stable and composed.

"I went to the town to find Yang Linsen."

Uncle Yi was surprised, "The two of them have planned so soon?"

Zhong Yiqiu: "Who knows, maybe the two of you have made an appointment to fight."

"What's the matter?" Uncle Yi asked in surprise, his clothes all gone.

Zhong Yiqiu was also very helpless, "The two of them don't trust each other. Yang Linsen thinks that Principal Shen is too young to take on such a big matter. Principal Shen thinks that Yang Linsen's banditry is not like a serious policeman. They think that since they are joining forces, they must find Trusted people cooperate, so I want to compete first.”

Uncle Yi was dumbfounded, "Principal Shen usually looks very mature, why is he still like a child..."

On the next Sunday, Principal Shen didn't come back last night. It was rare for Zhong Yiqiu to sleep in. He didn't go to bed until twelve o'clock the night before reading novels.

Unexpectedly, the next morning, it was just after six o'clock in the morning when I was awakened by the intermittent crying in the yard.

He turned over a few times and almost woke up, pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but he couldn't tell who it was, but Uncle Yi persuaded him in the middle, saying that it's not like you don't know Xiao Mingye's temper, so don't think about it. What are you forcing him to do?

When Zhong Yiqiu heard that it was Xiao Mingye's business, she got up immediately, rubbed her eyes and hurriedly put on her clothes and went out.

Uncle Yi and Yuan Baochang were sitting in the yard. He had been working on the mountain, and recently he was busy with the autumn harvest. He was the only one busy with the family land, but he didn't want to have to have a funeral at this critical moment.

Yuan Baochang's crying eyes were red, he seemed a little embarrassed when he saw Zhong Yiqiu coming out, wiped his face, and said hello, "Ms. Zhong is up..."

Zhong Yiqiu knew that if he didn't take the initiative to ask him, he wouldn't say anything, so he deliberately pretended to be dumbfounded, "Brother Baochang, I just heard you talking about Xiao Mingye, what's wrong with him?"

Yuan Baochang didn't know whether he was genuine or fake, but he had seen him many times on the mountain, and he knew that Zhong Yiqiu and Xiao Mingye were very close, so he probably thought it was because of his friend's concern.

But he could say these words to Uncle Yi, but he couldn't say them in front of Zhong Yiqiu, and he lowered his head in shame.

Uncle Yi didn't want him to be embarrassed, so he said, "It's nothing, Baocai and his wife believe in religion, and Yulan is engaged to Hu Yanpeng again, so they don't want to follow the old rules for funerals, and they can't set off firecrackers or burn paper money. Put it in a coffin and bury it, Baochang thought his father had worked hard all his life, and he should have a good time after death, so he wanted me to persuade him."

Zhong Yiqiu didn't care about this, and continued to ask, "What does that have to do with Xiao Mingye?"

Uncle Yi was also a little embarrassed to speak, he paused and said: "Some relatives and elders in the family want Xiao Mingye to kowtow to him, but he is also a father in name, so he should give it off..."

Zhong Yiqiu just woke up and didn't wash his teeth or brush his face, but he was white, from his face down to his neck to his exposed arms, he was dazzlingly white, he raised his chin slightly and stared at them with downcast eyes, as if he was bathed in holy light Angel.

"Brother Baochang." Zhong Yiqiu said: "I agreed to this matter for Xiao Mingye, and I will definitely send it off. Xiao Mingye is a kind and righteous person, and I remember his care, but it is absolutely impossible to kowtow. of."

Yuan Baochang himself knew that it was impossible. He originally thought it would be difficult for Xiao Mingye to go there, but he didn't expect Zhong Yiqiu to make this promise first. He was so moved that he didn't know what to say. People didn't dare to touch it, and shrank back in embarrassment.

Zhong Yiqiu stepped forward to grab his hand with both hands, and said sincerely, "Brother Baochang, my condolences."

The weddings and funerals in the countryside have very strict rules. Yuan Rongzhao should stay at home for at least three days and sing a big show for three days. Please ask Mr. Yin and Yang to calculate the location and time before burying him. But now he is greedy for the prospective son-in-law Hu Yanpeng. Although he is the eldest son and doesn't believe in religion very much, he honestly has no right to speak in the family.

Yuan Rongzhao was buried in a hurry on the second day after his death. He didn't burn a piece of paper money, didn't light a stick of incense, and didn't set off any firecrackers. There was no sound at all. It looked weird and sad.

The coffin left the village and walked onto the main road. There was a pile of paper money burning at the intersection, and the road was covered with red firecrackers. The coffin bearers stopped and did not dare to leave. Xiao Mingye came up from the deep slope by the road, without even looking at these people , took out the match and bent over to light the firecrackers.

Two firecrackers with [-] rings were fired for a full hour, and the billowing smoke drowned the quiet funeral procession.

Xiao Mingye finally sent him off for the last time. This matter was still discussed in the village many years later. Yuan Rongzhao had sons and daughters, but no one burned even a piece of paper after his death. Instead, Second Brother Xiao Enough is enough, [-] firecrackers are not cheap, and the average son is reluctant to buy them.

Zhong Yiqiu was in class in the morning, and the firecrackers rang outside for a class time. The students in other classes were not in the mood to listen to the class, but his class was still serious, because Principal Shen was sitting in the back of the classroom and listening to the class. From the teacher to the students No one dared to be distracted.

Principal Shen and Yang Linsen didn't know the result after the exchange, Zhong Yiqiu asked him and didn't reveal anything, only said that Yang Linsen was a trustworthy general, let's use it first...

Zhong Yiqiu and Li Hongfei went to Yuan Cuicui's house twice, but they didn't see anyone. Her grandfather kept vaguely saying that she had transferred to relatives. Uncle Yi went to the village to inquire twice. There was no news at all, and not only Yuan Cuicui, but also Zhao Honghua hadn't been at home for almost a month.

This is someone else's family business. As teachers, they can't take care of it, they can only let it go.

The project on the mountain became more and more decent. Once the Daxiong Palace was built, the whole mountain became majestic and solemn. Every time Zhong Yiqiu went up the mountain and saw it, his legs went weak.

At the beginning of the construction, I didn't think so, but now that I have realized it step by step, I really admire Zhou Lvshu's courage. For such a large project, money is spent like running water, but I don't know whether I can see the benefits.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I've had a cold for a few days, but I finally got better!

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