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Early the next morning, the person in charge knocked on the door and woke everyone up from bed.

Zhao Yimian was full of energy, wearing a yellow fisherman's hat, like a primary school student going out for an autumn outing.

Riri kept yawning, his eyes were squinted together, and he almost bumped into the door frame when he went out.

"What time did you sleep last night?" Zhao Yimian asked curiously.

"Three o'clock..." Riri yawned and rubbed his eyes, "I forgot to bring my medicine, and I can't fall asleep before three o'clock, usually I don't wake up until o'clock, seven o'clock I really haven't seen the sun of the clock for a long time."

After breakfast, the day's journey begins.

It is not unreasonable to say that a place with fewer people is more beautiful.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, you can only feel that the winding mountain road is like a ladder leading to a fairyland. Flowing slowly on the mountainside.

After □□, the mist dissipated, and the autumn day seemed to overturn the painter's palette, dyeing this mountain forest with rich colors.

Zhao Yimian stuck the phone on the glass window, taking pictures incessantly.

It took a whole morning to arrive at the first wind gathering location.

After getting off the car, everyone was somewhat sad.

"It's too far away."

"If it weren't for the fact that there were still people on the road, I would have thought that the Writers' Association would drag us to sell us because we were eating dry food."

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, let's eat, let's eat!"

Fortunately, the first thing to do when we get off the bus is to have lunch.

This meal was much rougher than the previous one. It was a standard farm feast without so many delicate presentations, but every dish in the earthenware bowl was full and full of weight.

Zhao Yimian and the others even packed unfinished dried fish and other vegetables without water, preparing to eat them as snacks.

"Okay, everyone, gather here after eating. What we are about to visit is the largest chrysanthemum planting base in the area... The year before last, this place was a national-level poverty-stricken county with a per capita annual income of less than [-] yuan. A large number of middle-aged people are outflowing, the land is abandoned, and those who stay in the local area are mainly children and the elderly. They have problems with basic necessities of life... After targeted poverty alleviation, a complete chrysanthemum production line has been built here, and a large number of chrysanthemums are sold from the local area every year. Even the exit..."

When they arrived, it was the season of chrysanthemum picking.

If you are willing to experience picking, you can take a small basket and go to the flower field to pick flowers. If you want to take pictures, as long as you don’t damage the chrysanthemums, you can also go to the flower field to take a photo. Everyone looks at the yellow and white chrysanthemums all over the mountains. In the flower field.

Everyone wisely did not disturb the work of the flower farmers. Even if they were really curious and wanted to try the taste of picking, a few people took a basket, and each person picked a few flowers to try. After all, they are not like experienced flower farmers. Find out which chrysanthemum is suitable for picking, and which chrysanthemum should be kept on the flower branch for another two days.

Zhao Yimian and Riri were curious about the work of picking flowers, and they stood by the side of the field to watch the flower farmers work.

The enthusiastic flower farmer called two girls from the city to come down to play, "You guys should try it too, it's very simple."

Zhao Yimian asked: "I see that some of you picked some and some didn't, how can you tell which ones to pick?"

"You can pick the one that blooms well and big. If you want to pick some flowers that have lost a lot of petals, you can pick them and throw them away, so as not to waste nutrients."

The talking flower farmer pulled back his hat and wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeves, Zhao Yimian realized that she had a young face, and couldn't help asking: "You look so small, how old are you?"

"I'm 16 years old! Are you a writer? You are amazing. The factory manager said that you are all great writers."

"No, no, they are great writers. I came here to play with you. How many flowers do you pick in a day?"

"This field has to be harvested today, and some flowers will fall off tomorrow if they are not harvested, just like this one."

She picked up a flower and showed it to Zhao Yimian. The petals of this chrysanthemum had fallen off a lot, and it looked incomplete. It was a waste product in the girl's mouth.

"Then you are busy, I will not disturb you."

Even though the weather was not hot, the flower farmers picking flowers were tired and covered with sweat. Zhao Yimian pulled Ri Ri away, turned around and saw the 16-year-old girl smiling brightly at them. With a smile, he hammered his waist with his fist.

"I'm only 16 years old, so young, I'm afraid I haven't graduated from high school." Said Ri Ri in a low voice.

Today is Monday, and it's not a holiday recently. The girl appeared in this place, not asking for leave, but it can only mean that she didn't study.

They shared this situation with other authors, and the authors asked the person in charge of the chrysanthemum production base about this matter.

The person in charge sighed and said: "It's much better now. We have a place to work here. Girls can earn a share of money, which is considered a labor force. In the past, when we were poor and sad, we raised girls until they were thirteen or fourteen. After a menstruation, it is time to start getting married, and there are many people who are seventeen or eighteen years old with two children."

"Don't they read?"

"Study, what kind of books do you read? Reading costs money. How can the family be willing to let them go to study? The kind with only one doll is better. If you have nothing to count on, you have to count on it. If you have a few brothers and sisters..."

The person in charge shook his head, saying nothing.

Zhao Yimian felt as if a piece of cotton had been stuffed in his heart, it was very blocked.

"This kind of thing is so common, and it's much better now." At this time, a female author who was traveling with her suddenly spoke up. It was the first time Zhao Yimian saw her. "I got married at the age of 50. I married a man who was 16 years older than me. The family received a gift money of 15 yuan. In the past, I was really treated like a cow..."

She raised her hand and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm really grateful to the country, thanks to the good policies in these years. Now our girls' lives are getting better little by little. However, some things can't be changed for a while. If they can get better, it's all counted. a little."

The others nodded in agreement.

Zhao Yimian was not in a good mood and didn't eat much at night.

Back in the room, she was sitting on the bed, hugging the computer, without code words.

Riri took a closer look and found that she was searching for Hope Primary School.

"you say……"

Zhao Yimian suddenly spoke.

Ri Ri puzzled: "What?"

"How about I give my wife a Hope Primary School?"

Every day I staggered, so I didn't fall on the bed.

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Yimian in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Riri felt that Zhao Yimian's idea was a bit exaggerated.

Although she also does charity, but because of economic reasons, usually donate less.Zhao Yimian said that she wanted to donate to a Hope Primary School, she never thought about it.

"A Hope Primary School actually doesn't cost much." Zhao Yimian analyzed to her using the information on the Internet, "Generally, about 20 is enough for a primary school, and if it's better, it's only about 50."

"It's so cheap, I thought it would cost several million." Riri patted himself on the chest, and said sadly, "Oh my God, how can I come up with such a cheap price? Such words are really floating, my savings Not yet 20."

"You're not like me, you don't have financial pressure."

Zhao Yimian is very rational in this matter, "Just help me look at the information, don't make do with it, you still have to save your money to buy a house, and you have to take care of yourself before doing charity, maybe some people will Help others at all costs, even at the expense of your own life and interests, but I don’t want my friends to be like this.”

Riri was worried because she and Zhao Yimian had a good relationship, and they even bought the keyboard for coding together.If Zhao Yimian was going to donate a Hope Primary School, she would act as if she hadn't seen it, and always felt bad.

After hearing Zhao Yimian's words, she felt much more at ease.

Seeing Zhao Yimian's efforts to find information, she also sat down, turned on her computer, and began to search for information about Hope Primary School.

It didn't take long for them to find a website for a foundation.

20, plus the manuscript fee plus Zhao Yimian's savings, it's still enough to make up.

But when they opened it, they found——

2 can build a stadium, 4 can build a Hope Kitchen, and as for the Hope Primary School, at least 50.

20, I don't know which year the price was.

"Otherwise, let's make do with building a few stadiums?"

suggested every day.

"But Hope Primary School can be named..."

Zhao Yimian was quite confused.

Unexpectedly, she fell on the threshold.

It was at this time that the publishing house sent charcoal in a timely manner.

Just when Zhao Yimian was worrying about where to find the remaining half of the money, the editor of the publishing house suddenly knocked on her, saying that the editor-in-chief thought her book was very interesting and suitable for real use. Bundled and sold together.

Zhao Yimian is not short of money.

Counting the clothes and bags in her closet, she could be considered a millionaire little rich woman now.Shen Mingchu also gave her a card that she could spend at will. I believe that if she spent hundreds of thousands, Shen Mingchu wouldn't bat an eyelid.

But for gift giving, if you don't use your own money, the taste will change.

Several books are packaged and sold together. Although the price of a single book is not very high, on the whole, after tax deduction, Zhao Yimian can still get an income of about 100 million, which is equivalent to two Hope Primary Schools.

From the beginning when I was entangled in whether I could donate or not, now that I can donate to two schools, the tangled thing has become whether to donate one school or two schools?

Zhao Yimian struggled for a while, and decided to donate all the money he got.

She doesn't value material things very much, she just needs enough money. If she has money, she is willing to buy good things. If she has no money, she can make do with it. And her definition of good things may be more about eating and drinking. , doesn't care much about housing and clothing, so even if the money is donated, it won't have a big impact on her life.

Soon, after filling in the information and sending the money, the person in charge contacted Zhao Yimian.

When deciding on the name of Hope Primary School, she thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it Shen Mingchu Hope Primary School."

Since it is a gift to give to others, it is better to give it something meaningful.

On the other side, Shen Mingchu also received an invitation to attend a charity gala in China.

Manager Ji Yanhong attaches great importance to this party.

Because similar activities are a good place for artists to improve their positive image, and female artists compete even more in order to win the attention of the audience.

Shen Mingchu was very familiar with this kind of thing, having seen a lot both at home and abroad.

But she is not very willing to put on a show on this, anyway, follow the big flow of money, it's just a matter of face.

Instead, the assistant took the materials and asked, where will the Hope Primary School be built this year?

Shen Mingchu carefully read the materials handed over by his assistant, and circled a few places where educational resources were indeed lacking.

Ji Yanhong glanced at it and said, "I really don't know what you're thinking. People are doing charity, hoping that everyone will know that the bigger the fame, the better. You really paid for it, but you have to hide it. The assistant student looks like he is afraid that others will find out."

Shen Mingchu said: "How can this be the same? Although I don't think charity is a show, charity is not charity. It is said that no one is perfect when it comes to deeds. No matter whether it is a show or not, as long as it is for people in need People provide help, and what they do is meaningful, but I do these things to bring blessings, fame and blessings to Mianmian, and people should not be too greedy."

She always felt that if she traded her fame for charity, her luck would be gone.

Ji Yanhong had no choice but to say, "I don't want to bother with you."

Anyway, it wasn't her who paid the money.