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As the days passed, Li Qingshan gradually became familiar with the people of Chuanhe County.
Most of the people who set up stalls, open shops and live here are from the older generation.
Since there is really nothing to develop in Chuanhe County, there are few job opportunities, and there is not much money to be made from doing business.
Therefore, most of the young people or middle-aged people in the county went to Qianshan County to make a living.
Only a small portion of young people remain.
Nuo Da is a large county, and the educational environment is also quite poor, or even non-existent.
There is only one old gentleman, known as Mr. Xue.
Mr. Xue originally walked out of this mountain. Later, he was elected, but for some reason he did not stay as an official. Instead, he chose to return to his hometown and become a teacher.
There are many teenagers and girls in Chuanhe County, but most of them are taken away by their parents as soon as they are old enough to work in the fields or go out to work.
Basically few people are willing to go to school to study.
It's time-consuming and labor-intensive. Although studying in the school is free, doesn't this study mean that the family loses a young labor force?
How can this be done?
Therefore, the three students who come to Li Qingshan to ask Li Qingshan for help every day after class are the only remaining students in Chuanhe County.
This is because Josh among them is an orphan. Xiaoyao'er's parents died early. Her grandparents, unlike others, believe that studying can change her destiny, so they let her go to school in the hope that she can change her destiny.
Destiny, get out of this mountain.
As the sun set, Li Qingshan failed to complete any business again. To be precise, it was either that he did not complete any business, or that what he received was not money.
Look at the little red horse on the side. Isn't it because the massage was so comfortable that he was lying on the ground drooling?
Snapped!
A loud slapping sound was heard.
The little red horse's buttocks trembled for a while... It raised its head and looked at the person who hit it with a plaintive expression: "Hey!"
Little Red Horse: How many times have I told you not to flatter me!
"Let's go. The sun is going down. Let's close the stall."
Hearing this, the little red horse stood up reluctantly and flattered Li Qingshan.
"Mr. Li, please stay."
A dull voice came.
He saw an old man wearing a patched coat, with white beard and hair, and extremely bright eyes walking towards him.
This kind of clothing should be the Mr. Xue that the children call him.
"Mr. Xue." Li Qingshan bowed and saluted.
He has always admired from the bottom of his heart this kind of existence that burns himself to light up others.
Mr. Xue said with some surprise: "Mr. Li, do you know me?"
"Mr. Xue gave up his fame and returned to his hometown to teach and educate people. If someone living in Chuanhe County doesn't understand this kind of mind, wouldn't it look very ignorant?" Li Qingshan smiled and knew how to use it.
Old Mr.
"It's not a big deal."
"I wonder what Mr. Xue wants from me?" Looking at the old man who was shaking slightly in the snow, Li Qingshan picked up his chair and put it in front of him: "Sit down, Mr. Xue, let's talk slowly."
Mr. Xue smiled and said: "No need to trouble, I came here today with a grudge."
"Old sir, I just said it's okay." As he said that, Li Qingshan picked up the oil-paper fan he carried with him and shielded the old man from the falling snowflakes.
Upon seeing this, Mr. Xue looked at Li Qingshan with more admiration in his eyes... the same kind of eyes he would have when seeing an outstanding junior.
Under the setting sun, with heavy snow falling, a young gentleman held an umbrella and listened patiently to the old gentleman's words.
This scene was seen by many people, but they didn't feel anything at the moment... Until many years later, when Kawai County became a famous education county in Qianshan County, this scene became a classic and was passed down.
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But that’s all for another day, let’s get back to now.
Mr. Xue feels that his health has been getting worse lately. He has to rest for an hour or two after class every day before he can walk out of the classroom.
Therefore, he wanted to ask Li Qingshan to be a substitute teacher. Of course, this would not be for free. He was willing to pay two hundred yuan per month.
From the moment he saw Mr. Xue, Li Qingshan started to react to his general state. The old man's condition was already very bad, and his rapid breathing could be heard even from a distance.
Without thinking too much, Li Qingshan agreed, thinking he had nothing to do, but he didn't ask for two hundred coins.
It only costs twenty coins.
After all, Mr. Xue’s income came from farming and selling vegetables after taking classes.
With this income, he still has to pay for the books and supplies for the three children in the school.
Two hundred coins a month is not much, but for an old man, it should be his entire fortune.
No matter what, he can't make this money.
But it was impossible not to accept it, so after pushing and pushing, I settled on twenty coins.
For this price, the old man kept asking Li Qingshan whether he should pay more.
Li Qingshan was forced to resort to the trick of giving up even more money. Mr. Xue stopped talking and turned around to leave.
After not walking far, Mr. Xue returned and whispered something considered a "secret" to Li Qingshan.
In recent years, no students from Kawai County have joined the schools in Qianshan County.
Therefore, during the next enrollment period, Chuanhe County will have three special admission quotas. Locals in Chuanhe County will be restricted. As long as they take the exam and can write first hand, they can enter the academy in Qianshan County.
This is equivalent to special local support.
Mr. Xue was able to know such news in advance, obviously he still had some connections outside.
After saying this, Mr. Xue slowly left... The shadow of the old man in the snow stretched very long under the setting sun, all the way to the end of the street...
"Little Red Horse, starting tomorrow, we will be a substitute teacher. How about you come and take over this letter stall?"
"When you grow up, it's time to make some contribution to this family."
After watching Mr. Xue off, Li Qingshan looked at the little red horse beside him and taught him earnestly.
The little red horse said nothing, but silently raised its front hooves, its thick hoofs hitting Li Qingshan's face.
It's like saying, do you think my feet can write?
Who would have thought that Li Qingshan would immediately jam the brush into the gap of the horse's hoof: "Clamp it!"
Little Red Horse had a PTSD attack and immediately clamped the brush: "Eh!"
"I remembered that you have never written. Tomorrow you will start reading and writing with the children... You said that you eat so much every day and don't know how to study!"
"Without any cultural connotation, who will be willing to ride on you in the future?"
The little red horse turned its head and said: "Hey!"... You had a great time riding...
Just pretending that he didn't understand this horse language, Li Qingshan threw a three-character classic found on the carpet to the little red horse, and said calmly: "Don't sleep tonight, copy it three hundred times, I will check it tomorrow, and I haven't finished it."
If so, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake won’t be your share.”
"Hey!"
Chapter completed!