Dawa Tsering and Qutso confronted each other for a while. He turned around, put his hands gently on Buchi Boma's shoulders, and said:
"Benma, it's getting dark soon. You should do your homework first. If you have any questions, come and ask me."
Buchi Boma raised her eyes to look at Qucuo. Seeing that she didn't say anything, she nodded with red eyes and said to Dawa Tsering:
"Brother Tsering, I'm going to do my homework."
When Buchi Bomma left, the anger in Dawa Tsering's eyes still did not disappear.
"Grandma, why don't you let your two younger sisters receive funding from the Muhua project? With this funding, Dunzhu can go to kindergarten in the county, and Benma won't have to worry about going to junior high school or high school in the future.
I asked Teacher Danjiu, you have always refused, why did you do this!"
Qutso spoke much softer in front of her son. She took Dawa Tsering's hand and said softly:
"Tsering, it's because they don't want to support you as well, so grandma didn't agree. If you wait a few more days, they will definitely get some benefits if they come to donate. They are the ones who are worried if they can't donate.
In a few days, when they agree to sponsor you, grandma will..."
Dawa Tsering shook off Qutso's hand and said:
"Mom, the Muhua project is specifically designed to support my sister. I have a scholarship from the county, so I don't need their support!"
Qucuo's hands froze in the air, and his tone became a little harsh:
"Tsering, you are still young and don't understand many things yet!
You have been admitted to the best high school in the city. It is the Buddha, gods and ancestors who are blessing you. You will have a great future.
After grandma got the money, she invited the guru from Anjue Temple to come home to rub your forehead and pray for blessings. May my Tsering be safe and healthy. Everything will go well when you arrive in the city. This is the biggest priority in our family."
"Mom, I got into high school by studying hard. As long as I study hard and don't do bad things, the Buddha will bless me without having to spend money to ask a guru to bless me.
If you spend this money, what will happen to your sisters’ studies?”
"What's the use of them studying?
Grandma hasn’t read many books. She didn’t raise you by farming and herding sheep. As long as a woman is willing to endure hardship and work hard, she doesn’t need to read so many books.”
“Reading is useful!
Grandma, the money from the Muhua project was originally donated by well-wishers for my sisters to study, so we can’t spend it arbitrarily.”
"Aren't those kind people donating money just to help children from poor families study? Aren't you a child from a poor family?
Once they donate money, the money is no longer theirs. The people above have the final say on how to spend it.
Last year, the village received tens of thousands of donations for the elderly. How much was actually given to the elderly in the village?
Those well-meaning people don't know how poor families in our poor areas live, so they won't blame us.
Tsering, grandma, you only have one son. Your father works in the city and the money he sends back is getting less and less. The four people in the family have to eat and clothe themselves. Grandma wakes up early and stays late at night. You must listen to grandma.
Otherwise, grandma won’t be able to survive.”
Qutso pretended to wipe his tears, and Dawa Tsering's eyes were a little red, but he tightened his chest and arms and did not comfort his mother.
"Grandma, Dundup and Benma must study. If you don't agree to this, I won't go to high school. Like my father, I will go to the city to work. I will make money for my sister to study!"
Dawa Tsering hardened his heart and walked quickly past Qutso and walked towards his room.
Qucuo stood there panting heavily. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth, her whole body was shaking, and the dzi bead necklace hanging around her neck was rattling.
Yu Peihuan saw all this. She remained invisible and floated into Buchibenma's room. She pursed her lips and looked at the girl who was not much younger than her.
She watched Buchibenma do her homework conscientiously for more than ten minutes, carefully leaving dozens of hidden surveillance arrays in this Tibetan-style bunker, and then floated out of Buchibenma's house.
Yu Peihuan wandered around the dam village like a ghost. She visited every Buddhist scripture hall in the Tibetan blockhouse, touched every "white sacred stone", and saw every flying wind-horse flag, but
But nothing unusual was found.
The most outrageous thing is that some cats were secretly drawn on some wind horse flags.
She took out her mobile phone and entered the information in her work diary that "the preliminary investigation results of the Brazilian Evil Disaster Bureau are basically correct, and no abnormalities have been found in Daba Village yet." After leaving monitoring arrays everywhere in Daba Village, she was about to leave the village.
When Bacun went to meet Li Zhixian, he heard a loud noise coming from the entrance of the village.
Yu Peixuan followed the sound to the entrance of the village, and saw Judge Danba Duoji, whom he had met by chance before, walking to a stone wall surrounded by a group of people, hanging the gold and red national emblem behind him on the wall, and unfolding the
Face a "red flag".
Only then did Yu Peihuan see clearly that what Danba Duoji was holding was not a red flag, but a red banner wrapped around a hardwood cane.
Danbadoji hung the banner "Brazilian Intermediate Court Circuit Trial Court" under the national emblem, and several people nearby moved some tables and chairs. The plaintiff and defendant sat down, and a circuit trial began.
Yu Peihuan listed Danba Duoji as a key person in his work diary and drifted away from Dam Village silently.
I don’t know if she noticed it, but Liang De clearly saw in the mission recording screen that Danba Duoji, who was sitting on the judge’s bench, frowned and looked in the direction of Yu Peihuan until she gradually drifted away.
…
At Muya Township Central Primary School, although Li Zhixian used the invisibility circle to cover himself, he was unable to achieve the complete invisibility effect of Yu Peihuan due to poor magic control. If you look carefully, you can see a blurry
The blurry shadow was moving forward tiptoe.
She jumped up lightly, hooked her fingers on the eaves, and pranced around above the dormitory building of Muya Township Central Primary School like a nimble civet cat.
Yu Peihuan has already set up surveillance arrays all over the campus. Li Zhixian, who shared the surveillance footage, can confirm that the thing that Dorje Flower Hair tore off Buchi Benma's neck has always been in her arms and has not been discarded or destroyed.
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Dorje Huamao also works as the dormitory manager of Muya Elementary School. This old woman with a slight hunchback lives in a small room on the first floor of the dormitory building.
Li Zhixian clung to the outer wall with only the strength of his muscles, and monitored Dorje Huamao's every move through the frosted glass on the window.
At nine-thirty in the evening, Dorje Huamao went out with a flashlight to inspect the dormitory.
Without hesitation, Li Zhixian slipped into Dorje Huamao's room through the crack in the door, landed silently like a feather, opened the desk drawer, and took out the things Dorje Huamao had placed inside.
Li Zhixian used the photo array to take a picture of what that thing looked like. It was a diamond-shaped amulet with a page of scripture wrapped in colorful silk threads, exuding a faint wave of extraordinary power.
"amulet?"
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