Summary: I am a good father

Wang Junsheng's mission this time is to fulfill the little devil's wish, so that people can reincarnate satisfactorily, but Wang Junsheng has no idea how to do this kind of thing.

There is no instruction manual, I really don't know what to do?

It's so easy to think that I got a treasure, such as a wordless book, but unfortunately, the person has been thrown in the corner without any change.

Although Wang Junsheng was not in a hurry, he lived this calm life. After a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little irritable, especially after he found that his son's skin seemed to become thinner and more transparent.

Of course, there is also the entire Zhaozhuang. Since the death of the fifth old man, it seems that there is a regular pattern, and elderly people continue to pass away.

Every now and then, Wang Junsheng will be able to hear that someone’s descendants are coming back, because the old man is dying. Next, in the countryside, as long as the old man passes away, he will naturally have to go through a lot of trouble. This ancient ritual king Junsheng has only seen it on TV and in books, but in reality, he has never experienced it.

So from the fifth old man, Wang Junsheng observed with some interest from the beginning to now, he can know what to do next with his eyes closed.

The procedure steps are all familiar by heart. Think about it, every time the old people in the village pass away, the last person they see is almost Wang Junsheng, and they will give Wang Junsheng a tattered wordless book, and they will keep saying,

"This is left by your father, saying that it will be handed over to you before I pass away..."

Exactly the same as what the fifth old man said.

Of course, Wang Junsheng could also see those two from time to time, one black and one white, the combination of the reckless man and the scholar, there was no disagreement, on the contrary, they were very harmonious.

Every time an old man passes away, their souls will smile brightly at Wang Junsheng, stretch out their arms and wave at Wang Junsheng!

Now that Wang Junsheng was no longer stiff, he waved his hand in response, and then watched the group of them slowly disappear into the sky.

The two, one black and one white, seem to be quite interested in Wang Junsheng. Although the two sides cannot communicate, they seem to like to follow Wang Junsheng every time they meet.

Perhaps because of the wordless book, those two didn't come forward.

Because of the power of the wordless books, Wang Junsheng was afraid that his little devil's head would disappear completely, so he took those books together with the wrapped cloth and put them under the big tree outside the yard.

This locust tree has been around for hundreds of years, and it is a symbol of Zhaozhuang. It is lush and lush.

I don't know if it's his own illusion, Wang Junsheng always feels that this tree seems to live soon, and every time he passes by, he can always hear the cry of the old locust tree...

If it wasn't for the broad daylight and the sun shining brightly above his head, Wang Junsheng would have wondered if he had really encountered a ghost!

(⊙o⊙)!

Life is so hard!What to do?

Most of the people in existence are old people, and the old people can’t live anymore. Over the past year, one-third of the old people around have died. It seems that more and more left-behind children in the village are wandering outside. .

Wang Junsheng was a little worried, and the village chief secretary also felt that he couldn't bear it. These children, from the villagers, might be his own children and nephews, how can they let them go?

Therefore, the village chief secretary found the only scholar in the village, Wang Junsheng, and discussed with him about setting up a small school in the village.

Wang Junsheng didn't refuse this, he agreed wholeheartedly, and he was sincerely willing to do something for Xiangzi.

The village head found a few green skin youngsters, and built a very simple three-room house in the east of the village. This is the school.

As for desks and the like, there is no shortage of wood and carpenters in the village, and they are cheap.

The only problem is the book. Wang Junsheng thinks it is not difficult, but it is just to teach the children to read and write. It does not necessarily mean buying a book or something, and he can make it up now.

The village head is happy, it doesn't cost money, that's great.

Since then, Wang Junsheng has become the king of children, and the Three Character Classic, Hundred Surnames, Qionglin for Children's Learning, etc., have become children's enlightenment books.

The good things that have been handed down by the ancestors for thousands of years, whether they are dross or not, Wang Junsheng can't tell the difference anyway.

After studying these, the Analects of Confucius, Tang poetry and Song Ci, etc., whatever comes to mind.

Of course, there are all kinds of agricultural books, as long as Wang Junsheng can find them, he will hand them in. These children may continue to work and farm in this village in the future, so it is considered to be able to tell them this knowledge as soon as possible. One good thing.

Since Wang Junsheng started teaching students, time seems to be much tighter, and he spends less and less time at home. In addition, he visits the doctor from time to time, and pays less attention to his little ghost son.

Until the weather seemed to be getting more and more dry, in the past four or five months, God hadn't dropped a few drops of rain, and the crops were dry like something, I'm afraid the harvest would be ruined.

Now, digging wells, going out to buy water and so on, everyone is very busy, Wang Junsheng also gave the half-grown boys a holiday, and asked their family to help.

In the countryside, when you are busy, you will have wheat leave and the like, which is normal.

Wang Junsheng finally had some free time. When he returned to his home, he realized that the house seemed to be much cleaner. At least when he went to the toilet, no ghosts would look at the toilet curiously anymore!

Of course, when you take a shower by yourself, there will be no unknown things floating out of the shower.

Wang Junsheng's little ghost head smash seems to have grown up a bit...somewhat deeply weird...

However, the child was still so transparent and didn't look dirty, so Wang Junsheng ignored it.

The thickened little devil's head is a bit more naughty than a child's, but the admiration remains the same.

If anyone can see it at this time, they will find that Wang Junsheng seems to be like a deep well, pointing to the side...

Yes, Wang Junsheng is teaching his little ghost son to read and write. No matter what he does, reading and writing is a must.

Hooligans are not terrible, just because they are educated.

Come to think of it, being a hooligan is like this, so it seems like being a little devil should be like this, right?

_(:3ゝ∠)_

For a wool, for your size!

No one knew about Wang Junsheng's deeds anyway, and it seemed more like he was deceiving himself and others for self-entertainment.

Fortunately, no one knows, and it won't frighten others into crazy, so there is no problem.

God doesn't show face, if it doesn't rain, everyone will starve to death, and the government won't really let it go.

No, the higher-ups sent someone over, it is said that they are going to make some kind of artificial rainfall, and now everyone is happy.Of course, it is also appropriate to allocate a little less money to buy materials and so on.

As a strong laborer in the village and a scholar, Wang Junsheng followed behind the village chief and acted as the facade of Zhaozhuang.

The technicians sent from above seemed to have heard about Wang Junsheng, a barefoot doctor, and the two sides chatted quite happily.

This artificial rainfall is also simple. With the support of the country, put a few cannons on the top of the mountain, and then wait for the rain.

The village is as lively as the New Year's Eve. The children are yelling, and the adults are naturally full of hope. I hope this will bring a good soaking rain to see if the crops can be remedied.

Even if it is a waste of this stubble, see if I can replant some other coarse grains and the like, after all, I can't survive a year and return empty-handed, right?

Sure enough, this artificial rainfall is a good thing. Everyone's gratitude to the country made Wang Junsheng feel a little bit embarrassed. This is the simple and simple people in China.

After artificial rainfall, the village became busy. The adults were busy, and the children were left unattended. A lot of them were thrown in the fields. Otherwise, there were many locked at home and tied to the kang.

Wang Junsheng had no choice but to lower the threshold of the study class, accepting all the two- and three-year-olds, no matter how young, there was nothing he could do.He is a big man, so he can't really become a nanny, right?

Wang Junsheng found that since he was able to learn to read and write, his little devil was able to go out with him. No matter how far he walked, at most he could only reach the weeping old locust tree, but this is already a great improvement , isn't it?

Can you ask for more?

Wang Junsheng was overjoyed, and taught his son Shasa more and more strictly, and the little ghost studied very seriously. Every night, Wang Junsheng's lights would stay on until midnight.

Fortunately, they lived alone at the head of the village, so no one knew about the situation.

Wang Jun's days of giving birth to Wang continued. Of course, the barefoot doctor was still working. After several jobs, Wang Junsheng was alone, so he didn't have to worry about food and drink.

In the blink of an eye, another two months passed, Wang Junsheng put aside what he was doing, rode a motorcycle, and went to the pharmacy in the county to prescribe medicine. He ran out of medicines on hand, and used up many medicines for headaches and brain fever. If he doesn't buy more, he will not be able to continue working as a doctor.

Zhaozhuang is more than 60 kilometers away from the county town, and riding a motorcycle is not slow. There are buses leading to the county town at the entrance of the village, but Wang Junsheng claims to be a car owner and has never taken it.

When I arrived at the county seat, I went to the bank first, and after I exchanged my bills for real money, I went to the pharmaceutical company to buy goods.

Wang Junsheng would show up every once in a while, and he always wanted those cheap medicines, but the quantity was relatively large, so the people in the pharmaceutical company almost knew his situation. After a few pleasantries, Wang Junsheng handed over the money. He took the medicine in one hand and left.

The price has been raised again, which makes Wang Junsheng feel a little bit pained. Basically, he doesn’t make much money. They are all from the folks in the village. Can you still kill people?

Now that the price of this cheap medicine has increased again, I really don't know what to do!

There is nothing I can do about the pain in the flesh, after all, I am not the strong one, so I can only be slaughtered.

After taking the medicine, I went to the bookstore, bought a few agricultural books and a few children's story books, and then set off for home.

Wang Junsheng woke up early and didn't come back early. He returned to the village in the dark, and when he got home, it was completely dark.

When passing by the big locust tree, its crying seems to be inconspicuous, but everyone has said recently that this God is afraid that it will take people in again. The big locust tree at the village head, which has been around for hundreds of years, seems to be dying Oh, I completely forgot, not long ago, the higher-ups sent people down, and artificial rain came...

Wang Junsheng didn't know why he was so stubborn, but he stubbornly hid the pile of wordless books under the big locust tree, what was he thinking?

Anyway, he can't figure it out...

The head of my little devil hit the whole person more and more solid, more and more translucent.

After a trip to the county seat, Wang Junsheng was warmly welcomed by the children. Not only could he hear novel stories, but of course, he could also touch the sweet and greasy candy from his pocket, which was the ultimate wish of the children.

Wang Junsheng bought a handful of loose candies just to coax the children.

Everyone knows his pain, and they just don't want to stop him from hurting his children.

After Wang Junsheng finished telling the story and distributing the candies, he got up from under the weeping locust tree and went home. The children also rushed away, telling each other how many candies they got, and that one was particularly sweet.

Uncle Wang's favorite must be himself and the like. This kind of voice makes people feel full of enthusiasm, and he can't help but smile...