The weather is getting colder and colder, and as the New Year is approaching, most people in the countryside are squatting at home to spend the winter.
In a countryside where tractors are rare, suddenly seeing several trucks roaring past naturally aroused great concern in the villages on the roadside.
The last time such a sensational scene occurred was when Taoxi Village sold watermelons in the middle of the year.
Now these cars...seem to be heading towards Taoxi Village?
People who are so idle that mushrooms grow on their heads immediately become energetic.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and there is nothing left to sell in the fields. What are these cars for?
What happened to Taoxi Village again?
After barely suppressing it for two days, I couldn't resist my curiosity, so someone went to Taoxi Village to inquire about it in person.
What we saw in the end was a brand new auditorium next to the grain drying farm.
The dilapidation and desolation it once had is gone.
The auditorium must have been renovated. It is a high-ceiling building covering an area of nearly 600 square meters. It has a solemn and majestic appearance. The exterior walls are painted with white paint, and an engraved plaque is hung above the main rain corridor.
Submit a letter to Qiqi Library.
!!!
library?!
They had only heard of this thing in rumors. What they knew about books in the past was only limited to the Xinhua Bookstore in the town. Where had they ever seen such a thing as a library with their own eyes?
Now that we're here, we might as well venture inside to explore.
As soon as they walked into the front auditorium and now the library, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.
The walls are covered with books!
The original wooden bookshelf is as tall as two adults and is placed against the wall. The bookshelf is filled with neatly stacked books. There are so many books that the air is filled with the faint scent of ink.
On the outer edge of the bookshelf, in order to make it easier to reach books from higher places, a solid wood staircase was specially built, which looks high-end.
The school has gone on winter vacation. The long desk in the middle of the library is full of children of different ages. Some are reading, some are tracing, some are graffiti, and some are doing winter vacation homework! All of them are doing their winter vacation homework.
All immersed and fascinated.
There were even many villagers wearing big coats and carrying fire baskets. Some of them were elderly and crowded around the desk. They were holding unknown books in their hands and reading them with gusto.
The library was very quiet, except for the exclamations of outsiders like them, there was no other noise.
"Shh! There can't be any noise here, don't disturb the kids reading." Everyone was in a state of confusion when an old man with snow-white hair came over.
The old man was about seventy years old, wearing a rustic dark blue coat, holding a small bamboo fire cage in his hand, with his sleeves rolled up, and he looked like an ordinary country old man.
But the old man put reading glasses on his nose... which somehow gave people the feeling of a teacher admonishing a student.
The seven or eight senior men who were standing at the door of the library immediately straightened their backs and did not dare to move, and even closed their mouths tightly.
The old man seemed satisfied with their obedience and said in a soft voice, "You are not from Taoxi Village, are you? Are you from other villages? Do you want to read a book? You can read a book. Take the book and find a place to sit and read by yourself. There is only one thing, and you can't make any noise.
Be noisy, don’t speak loudly, don’t disturb others.”
"We are not from Taoxi Village, how can we read here?" Someone also asked in surprise with a soft voice.
Mr. Fu glanced at the speaker and suddenly said, "I remember you. Aren't you the one who came back to the village to help with poop... who was that?"
Who is Wang Jianzhong, "..."
He became more and more famous in Taoxi Village, but he didn't want this kind of fame.
He was one of those people who had barely suppressed his curiosity for two days and hid in the crowd to spy.
"Those two over there, Chen Jianhe and his daughter, are you here to read too?" Wang Jianzhong changed the topic with a dark face, scanning his eyes everywhere. In addition to Chen Jianhe and his daughter, he also spotted an old acquaintance in the corner, "Even your old village chief is here.
exist?"
"Jianhe's daughter wants to plant fruit trees, so the father and daughter should work together to study fruit tree planting techniques."
"What about the old village chief? What did he learn?"
"Oh, he's watching Water Margin."
"..."
Feeling that the old man next to him seemed quite talkative, Wang Jianzhong moved his head and said, "Brother, in such a big auditorium, the books alone will cost a lot of money, right? How much money did your village make this year? Do you dare to be so generous?"
When Mr. Fu heard this, he immediately thought of a certain bad guy far away in Kyoto. He stopped smiling and hummed, "What a big deal, this little money is just a drop in the bucket!"
If he had known that the renovated auditorium in Yanhuai was to be used as a library, he would have beaten him so hard that he would have searched for all the original Chinese and foreign classics!
You can't trick him to death, huh!
A hurricane broke out in the Wang Jian Center.
A drop in the bucket?!
He knew everything about Taoxi Village. With the money he earned from those watermelons, he would never be able to boast of such a Haikou!
Is there something he doesn't know about, that Taoxi Village has made a fortune behind others' backs?
Thinking of this, Wang Jianzhong was filled with jealousy when he looked at the magnificent library that was not even found in the county.
When he realized that the old man was looking at him strangely, he could cover it up with a smile and casually said, "Big brother, there are a lot of weird things in the corner over there. They are all big things. What are they used for?"
Wang Jianzhong asked, pointing to the small amusement park in the corner opposite the bookshelf.
Among those strange things, he recognized a swing.
Mr. Fu smiled and said, "Oh, that's a place for the children in the village to play."
"Then over here...is this a consignment store?!" Wang Jianzhong couldn't help but exclaimed again.
Those books had attracted all my attention just now, but now I discovered that there was a space in a corner of the huge library, where a glass counter like the one in the supply and marketing cooperative was placed!
The products displayed on the counter... include pencils, erasers, workbooks, rulers and other stationery, as well as daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, toothpaste and toothbrushes. The bottom row even has soap, soap and shampoo?!
There is a row of glass jars on the counter, containing White Rabbit toffee, open dates, gourd soda, colorful jelly...
In addition, the most eye-catching thing is the large blackboard hanging on the wall behind the counter, with unerased elementary school math formulas on it...
The old man glanced past the big blackboard, and a smile appeared on his face again, "I run this consignment store. Usually when the children are short of pens and exercise books, they can buy them nearby. As for other things, they are sold incidentally."
"The blackboard?"
"I use it. I used to be a teacher in school, but now I am retired and have nothing to do. When I have free time, I tutor children with their homework."
"You, which school teacher were you before?"
"Teaching at Huicheng University, I shouldn't mention it, hahaha."
Wang Jianzhong is numb.
If this were in his Xizhong Village, he could have offered the old man as a sacrifice!
Suddenly, Wang Jianzhong heard the baby's milky voice, "Grandpa, Qiqi has finished her homework. Grandpa will give Qiqi a grade."
Wang Jianzhong looked down and saw two little glutinous rice dumplings tied up pulling at the corners of the old man's clothes with glasses. Wasn't it the little kid named Qiqi?