"Uncle Jiang showed this to me, but... you want me to help you explain it?"
Jiang Jianye looked at Cheng Xue, nodded helplessly, and sighed.
"I really don't know who to talk to for discussion. Now you two are very prestigious in the village, and you are close to Li Qingchuan's wife. Mingzi's mother is a fierce mistress. I'm really afraid... I'm really afraid that something will happen!
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"This shouldn't be possible. Uncle Jiang is worrying too much." Cheng Xue shook her head instinctively.
Although Ms. Zhang has been sitting at the door of the house doing work every day since Li Qingchuan left. But as a mother, she is strong. She also has a son, so it is impossible for her to commit suicide by ignoring her child.
And the village woman is the toughest, she believes that everyone can survive.
The elders in Wanghe Village have a saying that if a man goes away from home, and the woman can sit in front of the house and do things when she has free time, she can hope that her husband will come back safely.
Obviously, this argument is useless!
The last thing she knows how to do is comfort people. Before Li Qingchuan left, he planned for their mother and son and left money. In this situation... how can she comfort? How can she open her mouth!
After thinking for a moment, I realized a real problem and hurriedly asked:
"Uncle Jiang, how long will it take to pay for the pension? How much can the court give? When will the body come back?"
"The bodies can't come back. It's too hot, so they'll be buried on the spot. The pension is thirty taels per person, and they have to go to the county government to collect it. When the time comes, the village will hire a car to take them all there."
Having said this, Jiang Jianye took a deep breath and said:
"I want you to help tell the school and ask Mr. Wen to accompany these orphans and widows. Otherwise, with so much money, it will be easy for others to miss it, and there will be things lost in the town."
"Master Wen understands the righteousness well and will definitely follow after learning the truth. Don't worry about this. Uncle Jiang, let's go to the school now."
"Okay, let's go right away." Jiang Jianye said, picked up Li Huai and walked ahead.
Cheng Xue looked at the stooped back and suddenly felt much older.
Although his family is not on the list, he is devoted to every household in the village, and the names on the note are all ones he has grown up watching, so it is impossible not to feel sad.
Now she wants to know what the fighting situation in southern Xinjiang is like, and how it can be so tragic. Thirteen people died in their village alone, but what about other villages? How is Yu Xuan? Did he hold on in southern Xinjiang? p>
A lot of questions bothered her. She was happily walking around the school, but now she was in no mood at all.
Li Yue knew that the matter was serious, so she took her younger brother and younger sister to the back of the school with two big bowls in hand. Cheng Xue handed the dishes to Sister-in-law Zhong and went to find them.
In the room, Li Hui, Zhou Fei and others were all present, and the paper account with their names written on it was placed on the table.
No one spoke, no one moved.
She tiptoed to Li Hui's side. As soon as she stood firm, he pulled her to sit on a chair.
After a while, Zhou Fei finally spoke——
"Starting tomorrow, the school will be closed for five days. Li Zheng will go to each family to tell them later. As for the carriage, the school has money on the books. The children of these families are studying in the school, which can be considered a part of the school. Mr. Wen
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"I'll escort you."
"That would be great." Zhou Fei breathed a long sigh of relief.
Although he is the school steward, he is the most aggrieved school steward.
Li Hui had to respect him, Master Liu had to coax him, Master Wen had to restrain him, Master Xin didn't need to pay attention to him, but he still had to take care of his emotions at all times to prevent him from running away.
I know that I won't be here for long, and once he leaves, Xin Yiwei will naturally be in charge of the school.
Li Hui looked at the name on the paper without blinking, and finally spoke slowly:
"This time when things are over, Mr. Wen will work harder and train the children in the school. Serving in the school is everyone's obligation. In order to prevent such a tragedy from happening again, we must keep them in check for a few years so that when they grow up, if they really
If you go to serve, you won't die. I think this is the meaning behind the emperor's arrangement of martial arts classes."
Zhou Fei nodded and agreed:
"Okay, then it will be harder for Master Wen when Xiu Mu comes back. I will ask the county to give you a wage increase."
Wen Tian didn't care about money. After coming here for a few days and being immersed in the sound of books, he suddenly felt that it was a mistake to join the army and that he should join the military camp to protect his family and country.
Jiang Jianye, Cheng Xue, and Li Hui went to the village to inform.
How unspeakable the process is, only those who have experienced it know.
Cheng Xue's eyes had never been wet since she entered the first house. She would cry whenever anyone cried. She found that racking her brains to comfort her was better than crying with her, because she herself felt very uncomfortable.
Women know women best. Although "widow" is just a word, the burden that this word carries is unimaginable.
After notifying the last family, it was already dark. The three of them stood side by side on the main road of the village, and no one spoke.
It was obviously a good harvest year, and everything was obviously developing for the better, but now...such a big change suddenly happened, how many people are unable to get out?
Cheng Xue didn't know how she got home. Anyway, when there was candlelight in front of her, she was already sitting on a chair in the study.
"Here, add some water, my throat is smoking from crying."
Although he didn't cry, he felt uncomfortable. He thought about many measures that the school would take in the future. For a moment, he wanted to stay in the school and teach and educate people.
But when he thought of his comrades in another world, he gave up the idea.
What he has to do is more important than the present moment.
Cheng Xue took the water cup and drank. One cup was not enough, so she had another cup. After drinking three cups in a row, her throat finally felt better.
She was so fragile at this moment and didn't want to worry about it. She put her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.
Li Hui gently stroked the top of her hair with his big palm and sighed softly.
"Don't worry, everything is slowly changing. I heard from Zhou Fei that there are more martial arts students in schools all over the country. The emperor should be an enlightened monarch. He knows that strong young people will make the country strong."
Cheng Xue's throat was burning, she rubbed the lapel of his clothes and spoke muffledly:
"How are those children doing? Mingzi is as big as an iron egg, and the wood is only three months old. They... they..."
"Don't worry, don't worry, I will make arrangements. Don't feel bad, don't cry."
It was rare that she took the initiative to get close to her, and Li Hui comforted her very gently, saying a lot of nice things, and also said a lot of immature ideas that he had just thought of.
"Auntie, auntie, help me, auntie...wuwuwu..."
Cheng Xue's heart skipped a beat when she heard the sound, and then she heard Li Heng's voice.
"What's wrong, Mingzi, don't cry. My brother and I are responsible for everything. You study hard. Only when you are strong can you support your mother."
Li Heng is only a few months older than Li Wanming, but when he says these words, he really looks like an older brother.
The study door opened, and Cheng Xue came out with two big peach eyes, and asked in a thick nasal voice:
"What happened to the child? Whose life can I save?"
"My mother, my mother." Li Wanming pointed in the direction of home and sobbed softly, "My mother hanged herself, wuwu...wuwuwu..."