"I have already arranged the place. The three of you can move in today."

Qian Chen temporarily arranged three small single rooms. Although the conditions were average, they had independent bathrooms and heating.

If these two guys don't help their TV series, Chase will really be waiting for them.

Thanks to the fact that in the past few days, more people have joined the group one after another, and some have even gone to Hengdian.

Otherwise, we really can't free up these three rooms.

"With this spicy chicken and a small heated room, I won't go back this year." Chen Delin patted the table and drank another drink with everyone.

He usually looks gentle and gentle, like a teacher.

Just after drinking, I feel a little forgetful, but I still have a strong appetite for martial arts.

"Don't, don't be like this. It's been quite a while since we started shooting. We still have to go home. I have a holiday here during the Spring Festival." Qian Chen didn't have time to serve these uncles.

The Spring Festival is a big holiday, so get together with your family as much as possible.

Many people can only go home for a few days throughout the year.

When I was young, I always felt that it didn't matter. But when I get older, I often feel that I can't help myself.

"We'll leave after watching our school's arena competition." Sun Kuijian said.

"What kind of ring competition?" Dong Wei is very interested in it. He also did it when he was young. After many years, he still boasts about it with pride.

Back then, he fought against seven masters of the Hese Club by himself, and was even invited to join the team.

When he refused, they didn't make things difficult for him.

In the early days of Xiangjiang, there were indeed many similar competitions, and some sticks were even judged.

"This is an exchange competition within our school to encourage these young people to practice well," Sun Kuijian said.

"They are divided into actual combat groups and routine groups." Qian Chen added.

Damn it, don’t make our family look like villains.

Suddenly, I had the feeling of raising dead soldiers in ancient times. If this person is caught, he will be beheaded.

"Yes, the actual combat group has detailed rules. For the routine group, Qian Chen and I are the referees. If we are free, we can follow along and score together. This will be more objective." Sun Kuijian complained all day long.

He always said he didn't want to do it anymore, his old bones couldn't withstand such torture.

But in fact, he is working hard. If you ask him to leave now, he may still feel very disappointed.

In life, you must have some kind of career.

He had taken a physical examination, had been a monk, and had obtained the Golden Horse and Martial Arts Index, but these things seemed a bit exciting at the time and became boring afterwards.

Until Qian Chen invited him to come to this training class.

Although he looks haggard due to the weather and weather, he is actually in very good spirits and his body and bones have become much stronger.

"What day is it?" Yuan Bin asked the time without saying anything.

"It starts on February 4th and ends on the 5th, and the training class will be on holiday." Sun Kuijian attaches great importance to this competition.

It cost tens of thousands of yuan to reward the top three in the two groups.

It's almost like he used his year-end bonus as a bonus.

Qian Chen is currently seeking money for charity and donating some materials to these poor martial arts practitioners.

We can support the development of opera, but why can't we support the development of martial arts?

Anyway, he didn't donate money to others, but donated money to build school buildings and dormitories.

Speaking of charity, the drama of school buildings and dormitories is also going on in Rock Village today.

This is a mountain village in Bijie. There are not many households in total, and they are scattered in the mountains.

Rock Village is one of the poorest villages in the town.

The per capita annual income is less than 2,000 yuan, and most young people choose to work outside. They can earn three to five thousand yuan a month outside.

Those left in the village are the old, weak, sick and disabled.

"Tui, ahem~ are you at home?"

"Sir, what are you doing so early in the morning?" Xiao Cui was carrying a basin of ocean.

When Yao came out, he saw the old village chief standing at the door of their house, looking in through the rotten fence.

The male in this place is called grandpa, usually a grandpa who is not related by blood.

"Cui, hurry up and pack your things and go to school." This is not the first time the old village chief has come.

"If the goose doesn't go, the goose has to raise pigs. If the goose is dead, it's just the four of us. What will we eat if we don't raise pigs?" Xiaocui was a little wary of this.

It's not that Cui'er doesn't know about the recent Xinzheng policy, but at the age of thirteen, she has seen too many so-called charities that start at the beginning but end at the end, and it might be gone one day.

It is still reliable to raise pigs.

"Then the school takes care of your food and housing, and gives you money, so why are you raising pigs? If you want to go out, you have to go to school, raising pigs is useless." The old village chief hated that iron could not become steel.

The old man really cares about these four siblings.

The eldest brother is only thirteen years old, and the youngest brother is more than four years old.

Her father died and her mother went out to work.

But some people said that his mother found another one outside and hasn't sent money home for two years.

The village did provide some subsidies, but not much because they were not considered orphans.

There are many similar situations in the village.

Some went to work and heard nothing from them, and some even went to jail...

But every family has many children.

Some have two or three, some have four or five, and some have more.

"This time it's money donated by a celebrity. It's very stable. You sell the pig and take your younger brothers and sisters with you. The school has built a new house and I'll give you a big one. Even if the person runs away, the house will be there."

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The village chief spoke sincerely.

On the one hand, they are really kind-hearted, but on the other hand, if these children all go to school, then their subsidies can be reduced.

He also plans to buy a shop for his son in the town.

The reality is so absurd.

"How much does it cost?" Xiao Cui was silent for a moment and then asked.

"It's paid every month, one hundred per person. It costs nothing to go to school. Food, food and housing are taken care of, and you are also given living expenses. This is pie in the sky." The village chief said quickly.

"Goose still doesn't want to go, Goose is not good at studying." Xiao Cui looked at her younger siblings who were looking around.

"You have to think about your brother. Do you want him to be captured and deceived when he grows up?"

"The goose is afraid of being bullied..."

"No, no, no," the old man said with gesticulations and explanations, "There is some kind of chicken station in the school, and there are cameras, and it is said to be connected to the big data system..."

"What do you do when Mother Goose comes back?" Cui'er seemed a little moved.

She wanted to see those new gadgets, those things that seemed to be only available outside.

Of course, the most important thing is to take care of food, housing and education.

She just shied away slyly to see if the village chief had anything left to say.

"She doesn't care about you anymore, so you still care about her?" the village chief said angrily.

During the Spring Festival last year, Xiao Cui took his younger brother and sister to sit in front of his house, forcing him to open a table for us alone.

He is a little greedy, but his heart is definitely not bad.

"What about the goose's pig?" Xiao Cui asked.

"Sell it tomorrow. I'll feed it to you. I'll compensate you if you lose it. Hurry and move the things over there first. I have to go home." The old village chief was really busy.

"The mountain road is slippery." Xiao Cui has a lot of things going on.

"I'll let Gou Sheng follow you. Once I've persuaded those who want to go home, you can leave and clean up quickly." The old village chief made the arrangements.

"Are everyone going to uncle's house?" Xiao Cui asked.

"Go, one hundred is enough for him to drink." The old village chief turned around and left angrily.

Qianjin is an alcoholic.

The mother-in-law ran away with someone, and the three children were beaten all day long and locked up in the house at every turn.

Hungry children howled in the house.

There was once a fire and almost everyone was burned to death inside.

This time, the Dongchen Charitable Foundation overturned the school and let
To be continued...