In the Delica van, Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling were holding maps in their hands, looking out the window at Comrade Jiang Shan, who was holding the window of the large truck and waving their hands around.
After a while, after handing out two more cigarettes, Jiang Shan and the driver of the truck said goodbye to each other with a smile.
"Okay, just collect all the maps."
I returned to the car and started the car again.
Jiang Zhuangzhuang: "Have you asked everything clearly?"
"of course,"
Jiang Shan waved his big hand forward: "Guangde County, let's go!"
…
Siting Village, Guangde County, Hui Province.
The continuous rain, sleet and snow for several days have made the country roads so damaged that they are no longer smooth.
But even so, children from several neighboring villages still come to school with one foot in front and one foot in front of the other.
In the classroom, cold raindrops were dripping down.
The children's classroom seats are arranged in various directions to avoid key areas of leakage.
Li Jin on the podium, after finishing the last line of math questions, turned to the students and said:
"The homework for the third and fourth grade students has been saved. If anyone has questions that they don't understand, they can go next door and ask the teacher."
After saying that, Teacher Li, who looked pale, clutched his stomach and walked out.
"Teacher Li,"
Zhu Fangcao, who was sitting near the door of the classroom, looked at the teacher worriedly:
"Teacher Li, are you okay?"
"fine,"
Li Jin, who never talked much, endured the pain and smiled:
"The teacher's old habit has come back again, and it will be fine after a while."
Li Jin is an honest man. After graduating from the middle school normal school, he returned to the town and became a middle school teacher.
After being seconded to Siting Village Primary School, he was never transferred back.
I can only go back to the town to have a small reunion with my lover during the winter and summer vacations.
A few years ago, I was thinking about finding connections to be transferred back to my original employer, but after being criticized several times due to my composition, I no longer had this idea.
The trend has calmed down a bit in the past two years.
But Teacher Li, who was already in a relationship with Siting Village, had no intention of leaving.
"Students, speaking of which, this is also your last semester at Siting Village Primary School,"
At this moment, Teacher Li walked into another classroom:
"We all work hard to strive for all of us to go to the middle school in the town.
Then go to high school and then go to university..."
This semester, Teacher Li opened a separate classroom for nine fifth-grade students.
Its purpose is mainly to give graduating class children more space to study quietly.
He knew that as soon as the children in the village got out of school, there would be a lot of work waiting for them.
"No matter how hard you study, the teacher still says the same thing,"
Li Jin looked at Comrade Zhu Xiaojun, who had the best grades in the class:
"If your parents prevent you from studying, just tell the teacher and I will work with the village chief..."
Speaking of this, Li Jin suddenly stopped talking in front of the blackboard.
Looking at the big beads of sweat on the teacher's face, class monitor Zhu Yan quickly stood up: "Teacher Li, what's wrong with you?"
"No need to ask, it must be stomach trouble again."
Zhu Xiaojun, the eldest in the family, rushed forward when he saw this.
He supported Teacher Li who was sweating in pain.
Half an hour later, in a mud house at the end of the classroom.
Teacher Li, who was curled up on the bed, finally felt relieved.
"I think this still won't work,"
The old village chief Zhu Qianjin knocked his pipe on his shoes: "I still have to send you to the hospital in the town to check it out."
Zhu Quanneng, the youngest son of the village chief, is a tractor expert in the village.
Hard-working and righteous.
He is even more enthusiastic than his father and wants to get involved in everything.
I just don’t like going to school.
Until one day I saw comrades from the Educated Youth Club quarreling over a college entrance examination review material.
Only then did I come up with the idea of taking the college entrance examination.
For this reason, Zhu Quanneng has been running to school frequently these days.
After all, this is the only place where there are teachers.
"Teacher Li, you listened to my dad right,"
At this time, he also persuaded: "I will help you clean up in a while, and I will send you back in the afternoon."
"Don't rush back yet,"
Li Jin waved his hand feebly: "Didn't the township chief say that the new teacher is coming soon? I'll just hold on for a few more days."
"No, you can't afford to delay your illness."
How could the old village chief believe what the township chief said:
"Besides, there are not many days until the school holidays. Even if he sends teachers down, it will definitely be after the New Year."
"Then I can't leave even more,"
Although Teacher Li is an honest person, he is meticulous about his job:
"What will happen to the children's final exams if I leave?"
The old village chief was about to say something more when he glanced at the children crowding the window.
"Oh, then take the exam quickly,"
Zhu Qianjin sighed: "After the exam, quickly ask Quanmang to take you back."
…
After coming out of school, Zhu Qianjin, with his hands in his sleeves, shrank his neck and frowned.
"It's good now. The teacher who was supposed to come didn't come, and now even the only teacher has to leave."
"Dad, what exactly did you tell the mayor?"
"Tell the truth, what else can I say," Zhu Qianjin muttered:
"I told him a long time ago that if a new teacher is not sent, Teacher Li will definitely collapse. Look, I was right."
As the father and son were talking, a whirring sound suddenly came from the front.
One after another, it sounded strange.
"Almighty,"
Zhu Qianjin stopped abruptly: "Did you hear that?"
"I heard."
"What's this noise?"
Zhu Quanneng pricked up his ears: "It seems like... the sound of a car engine."
"Comrade, fellow countryman,"
Suddenly, a young lesbian appeared from the crossing ahead.
Ding Lingling, waving her hands, almost called out all the names she could: "Uncle, uncle, is Siting Village near here?"
"Um?"
Zhu Jinjin and his son raised their heads at the same time and carefully looked at the lesbian who suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Are you looking for Siting Village?"
The old village chief suddenly had a wonderful premonition: "This is it!"
“This is it,”
Ding Lingling's face was obviously relieved: "Then where should we go to Siting Village Primary School?"
"oops,"
Zhu Qianjin and his son slapped their thighs at the same time: "The township chief is still reliable at critical times."
"That's right," Zhu Quanneng said with a grin, "Dad, now Teacher Li can finally go back to recuperate."
"Girl, I am the head of this village,"
Zhu Qianjin ignored his son at all. All he could see at this moment was Ding Lingling at the intersection:
"Don't worry, I'll take you to Siting Village Primary School right away, but... why didn't you bring your luggage?"
"My luggage is in the car,"
After Ding Lingling inquired about the way forward, she remembered the way back:
"Comrade Village Chief, our car is stuck in the mud. Could you please help us push it?"
"Your car?" Zhu Quanneng was obviously stunned: "What...what kind of car do you have?"
Did this girl come all the way to ride her bicycle?
That's not right, the bicycle can still get stuck in the mud.
Zhu Quanneng was just thinking that his father had already taken steps in the direction of the girl.
At this moment, Jiang Shan and Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who had tried hard for a long time but couldn't get the wheel out, were leaning against the car and smoking.
After Ding Lingling led Zhu Qianjin and his son to appear, the two of them rushed over enthusiastically as if they were seeing relatives.
Looking at the smiling Jiangshan in front of them, Jiang Zhuangzhuang, the old village chief and his son looked like they had seen a ghost.
What does it mean?
Now a primary school teacher is sent from above and escorted by a special car?
Or……?
"you?"
Before he could speak, his son had already spoken: "Are you all together?"
"Ang," Jiang Shan nodded: "We are in the same unit."
Old village chief: "They all have to go to Siting Village Primary School?"
"Yes, old comrade,"
Jiang Shan looked into the distance: "Could it be that we have already arrived."
"You guessed it right," Ding Lingling said with a smile: "In front is Siting Village, and this old comrade is the village chief of Siting Village."
"Oh, it turns out he is the village chief,"
Jiang Shan quickly stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Comrade Village Chief, we are going to trouble you in the coming days."
"What's the trouble,"
Zhu Qianjin was grinning from ear to ear at this moment: "We have been looking forward to you for a long time."
"Almighty, hurry up," the old village chief said with great enthusiasm: "Let's help push the car out quickly."
After all, with the reform and opening up, the number of teachers assigned to their village has grown.
"okay!"
Zhu Quanneng was overjoyed and felt that his whole body was full of energy.
Several people shouted one, two, three, and pushed the van out of the mud.
"That's the one on the front left, do you see it?" Zhu Quanneng, who was sitting in the van, seemed excited about something.
"oh,"
Jiang Shan saw it and turned the steering wheel to the left: "So this is Siting Village Primary School."
"It's not easy,"
The bumps along the way made Ding Lingling almost fall apart: "We are finally here."
"yes,"
The old village chief also sighed: "You have finally arrived."
When a light yellow van slowly drove into the school.
The children in the two classrooms looked out the window together.
One of them couldn't hold it back and simply squeezed towards the window.
At this time, the old village chief sitting in the car was reading a letter of introduction.
Only then did he understand: "It turns out you are not teachers sent from above, alas~"
"It's over now,"
Zhu Quanneng, who was happy for nothing, looked disappointed: "It seems that Teacher Li can't go back to see a doctor again."
"how?"
Jiang Shan, who was not welcomed by the local people, seemed to have heard something: "This primary school teacher is sick?"
"I have been sick for a long time," the old village chief sighed: "We only have this primary school in this area.
There were originally two teachers, but now only Teacher Li is left. Unfortunately, Teacher Li's stomach trouble has occurred again recently..."
"So," Jiang Shan understood: "You have been waiting for a new teacher to take over?"
"That's not true," Zhu Quanneng reported truthfully:
"The pain was so severe that I almost fainted and refused to leave. I insisted on waiting until the children finished their exams before leaving."
Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling, who were looking at the elementary school in front of them, turned their faces together after hearing this.
"No matter how hard it is, you can't hurt your children. This is what Teacher Li often says, comrade reporters,"
The old village chief, who already knew the identities of these three people, suddenly grasped Jiang Shan's hand:
"It's not easy for you to come here. We will definitely cooperate with you if you want to know anything.
After you go back, you have to help us report the situation in our village to our superiors..."
"Don't worry, this is the job we are doing," Jiang Shan agreed without saying a word.
"But now,"
Jiang Shan looked at the two generals beside him:
"Old village chief, you helped us push the car out before, it's time for us to help you now."
"right,"
After receiving the signal, Ding Lingling put on an expression as if she was about to die:
"Village Chief, where is the Teacher Li you mentioned? Let him go back to see a doctor quickly, and we will just teach for him."
"you?"
The old village chief looked them up and down: "You still have classes?"
"Don't underestimate us,"
Jiang Zhuangzhuang pushed open the car door: "I am a high school student, so I can teach you a few math problems."
The three comrades who had just arrived were ready to roll up their sleeves as soon as they heard that the school was in trouble.
But when they entered the classroom one by one, they were still stunned by the sight in front of them.
"Why doesn't this classroom feel much warmer than outside?"
Ding Lingling, wearing a cotton coat and scarf, looked at the scattered tables and chairs in the room: "Is this...?"
"It just stopped raining," Village Chief Zhu quickly moved a broken desk in front of him:
"The children haven't had time to set up their desks yet."
"Rain leaking in the classroom?"
"It has been leaking for many years, and no matter how hard I try, I can't fix it."
While the adults were talking at the stall, the children had arranged the tables and chairs as neatly as they could.
"Then let's do this..."
Looking at the questions left on the blackboard, Jiang Shan directed:
"You two should familiarize yourself with the situation with your classmates first. I'll go over and see the teacher."
"Okay, go about your business."
"Just leave this to us."
Both were born journalists, and what Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling are best at is interacting with people and doing daily things.
As for the children in the village in front of me, let alone them.
…
In a mud house with walls covered with newspapers.
I don't know if it was because of the small size, but Jiang Shan felt a little warm when he first entered the room.
Teacher Li Jin, who was still lying on the bed before, now struggled to sit up.
When he looked at Jiangshan with surprise, he received a smile from the other party:
"You are Teacher Li, hello, hello," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "I am a reporter from Oriental Metropolis Daily..."
More than 20 minutes later, when Jiang Shan closed his notebook and followed the old village chief into the classroom again.
The aroma of malted milk that hit me directly raised the temperature in the classroom several degrees.
Zhu Quanneng, holding a kettle in his hand, was happily busy filling the children's lunch boxes with hot water.
It turned out that this meeting happened to be lunch time for the students.
Looking at the children's lunch boxes, there are only a few pitiful cold steamed buns, salted vegetables, cornmeal pancakes...
Ding Lingling turned around, got in the car, and came out carrying two buckets of malted milk.
This time I looked at the lunch box and the fragrant malted milk in the porcelain bowl.
The primary school students who saw this stuff for the first time were reluctant to drink it.
Until one child took the lead and took a sip: "Oh, it's so sweet."
Then they quickly started drinking, holding each other in their hands.
"Slow down, be careful not to burn yourself,"
Ding Lingling really looked like a people's teacher at this moment: "Students behind, don't be anxious, wait until the mixture is well mixed before drinking..."
Listening to the sound of spoons clinking against lunch boxes in the classroom.
Jiang Shan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Quick, make a drink for Teacher Li and send it to him. I'll drive him to town later..."
At this moment, he had to find a phone quickly, as the BMW advertisement had already appeared.
At this moment, in the Pujiang City Light Industry Bureau.
Facing the annual summaries that were put on the table one after another, Section Chief Han happily said to Xu Muchun:
"At yesterday's summary meeting, the leaders of White Rabbit Candy Factory, White Cat Laundry Detergent, Zhonghua Pencil Factory... all expressed their gratitude to you!"
"Where is Jiangshan?"
Director Xu asked without raising his head: "Why didn't you notify him to come over for the meeting?"
"I informed you, but... Section Chief Jiang doesn't seem to be in Pujiang."
"Not in Pujiang? He went to Yanjing again?"
"I didn't go to Yanjing," Section Chief Han paused for a few seconds and thought:
"We went to a place called...Siting Village."
"where?"
Hearing this, Xu Muchun finally raised his head: "Where has Jiangshan gone?"