"Alas!" Xu Li sighed after holding it in for a long time, "Will you be okay soon? Why don't you come with me to visit the student's home?"
"Okay! We'll go after I finish eating."
I donate a lot of money to the school every year, but I don’t know how much it will be implemented and whether the students will benefit from it, so I just took this opportunity to check it out.
After a while, they got into Xu Li's car and the two left. They left the county town for more than ten minutes and walked towards the countryside. The further they walked, the more remote they became, and the cement road gradually disappeared and turned into a dirt road.
Through the car window, all you can see are fields, ponds, mountains and forests, and small tile-roofed houses.
With the development like this at the very edge of the county, one can only imagine what it will be like in the towns further away.
It had rained a few days ago, and the roads were not good, with potholes everywhere. Driving in Fangjing felt like riding on a boat, and I almost fainted after breakfast.
Xu Li smiled and said: "Fang Jing, why don't you buy a car? Now you don't need the money."
"I have time to think about it. The main reason is that I can't use it when I travel all over the world. There is no use in buying it."
The studio has a dedicated shuttle bus, so Fang Jing doesn't have to drive it when he goes out. He flies every once in a while to answer announcements, so he doesn't go back to his residence very often, let alone drive.
If you buy that thing, you will probably put it in the garage to collect dust!
"scandium!"
Just as Fang Jing was about to speak, the car nodded again and the chassis made a scraping sound. Needless to say, it was 100% safe.
"Teacher Xu, hurry up and let me change your car to a car with a higher chassis. I'm afraid your car won't last long."
"It's okay. It won't be a problem if it lasts for three to five years. There's a protective plate underneath so it won't hurt."
Before he finished speaking, there was another chirp sound, and Fang Jing sat there frightened.
Half an hour later we drove into a small town. There were a lot of people on the New Year's Day. There were stalls on both sides of the street, selling pork, paper money, fireworks, and rolls of leaf tobacco.
The crowd was surging and the traffic was blocked. Old ladies and grandfathers were walking slowly with baskets on their backs, roosters in their arms, and children in their hands.
Xu Li's car was driving slower than walking. She didn't dare to press the horn and could only follow her obediently.
Two years ago, there was news in the county. An old man was walking on the road and was frightened by a sudden honking of a truck driver behind him. He suffered a heart attack and died before reaching the hospital. In the end, the truck lost more than 60,000 yuan in compensation.
"Teacher Xu, it seems we are going to the market. What day is it today?"
"Wednesday! Catch up with Renxin."
There is a market from Monday to Sunday, and vendors from nearby villages gather in one place to trade.
The time is different, and the location of the market is also different. There is also a market in Chengdu Old Street, but it is on Friday.
Rolling down the car window, Fang Jing looked at the people setting up stalls and doing business, feeling very kind in his heart. This scene is something you can't see in big cities.
The streets in Renxin are not long, there is only one, and I got out after being blocked for more than ten minutes.
Below the county are the towns, and below the townships are the villages. The car parked at the gate of the town's primary school. Xu Li and Fang Jing got off the car. The next place they wanted to go was the village, and the car couldn't pass.
"Come back!" Seeing Fang Jing get out of the car and leave, Xu Li stopped him and pointed to the trunk, "Help me get my things."
Oil and salt, cotton-padded clothes, socks, and sports shoes. From the perspective of poverty-stricken people, it is obvious at a glance that this is the most suitable place for rural children.
Some people bring nothing but milk, eggs, and frozen meat to charity, which is flashy and of no use to the children.
It's not that they did it wrong, but they didn't find a way.
How many times can you eat no matter how delicious the food is? What will you do after eating it? It will only whet your appetite and make them want to eat it.
"Teacher Xu, we can't finish all this stuff, why don't you call a few more people?"
"What, you think this is all for one family?" Xu Li glared at him, "You carry that bag of rice, and I'll just get a few cotton coats and shoes."
Wearing a seven or eight thousand down jacket, Fang Jing glanced at the dusty rice pocket and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Okay, let's carry it!"
The rice was in a small bag, weighing sixty pounds and not heavy. Fang Jing carried it on his shoulders and followed Xu Li towards a small road.
After climbing over a hillside and walking a hundred meters over a field, Fang Jing was really exhausted and gasped for air, "Teacher Xu... take a rest, don't make you... tired."
"If you are not feeling well, come get the clothes and I will carry the rice."
"No need!" Fang Jing took a deep breath and stood up, his face flushed with pain. "Let's go quickly, it shouldn't be far."
"Yeah! Just make two turns and you'll be there within 700-800 meters."
"thump!"
One step missed and Fang Jing stepped into the field. Fortunately, there was no water in the dry field.
"Teacher Xu, let's take a break!"
"good!"
"Teacher Xu, were you the one who delivered me before?" Fang Jing couldn't believe that a female student could be so powerful.
"Sometimes I am alone, sometimes with school teachers." Xu Li moved her shoulders and said with a smile, "We are hard workers and have been training since we were young."
"I can't do it now. It's easier to walk twenty or thirty miles carrying sixty or seventy kilograms than when I was your age."
Fang Jing had no doubt that the older generation was strong. When he was a child, he had seen Uncle Liu from Huangling Village carrying a hundred-jin load into the city alone. He would go in the morning and come back in the afternoon.
"Teacher Xu, haven't you ever thought about asking for a few volunteers to help? I see that there are quite a few college students who are willing to teach and do good deeds every winter and summer vacation."
"College students come to carry rice over mountains and ridges?" Xu Li smiled, "How many of them can endure this hardship?"
"This is not something that can be done in a day or two. You cannot do it without strong willpower. In the past two years, there have been many college students teaching in No. 2 Middle School and other primary schools, but few of them can stay."
"It's very troublesome to leave as soon as we get to know the students, and the school has to reschedule the courses. The principal held a meeting a few days ago and proposed not to recruit college students for short-term teaching in the future."
Fang Jing was silent. Most people could do the ten-and-a-half-month teaching program, but not everyone could do it if they had to spend decades of their youth in this remote place.
Which parent is willing to put a child who has been raised through hardships to such hardship?
Moreover, the salary for supporting teachers is very low, a few hundred yuan a month, which can no longer be described as poverty.
"Have you rested yet? There are still several deliveries to be made. It will get dark if we delay any longer."
"alright!"
After carrying the rice, Fang Jing stood up, and after more than ten minutes he arrived at a small village with a faint smoke and surrounded by several large mountains.
As far as you can see, they are all tile-roofed houses, with only a few houses built with cement boards, and many of them have earthen walls, which is comparable to that of Huangling Village.
"Woof woof!!"
Chai Men heard a dog barking and passed by the door of a house, which made the dog bark non-stop.
"Follow me!" Xu Li led Fang Jing to a house with a tile-roofed roof.
"Is Xie Yuhu at home?"
"Who is it? Teacher Xu! Come in and sit down." A dark-skinned boy of fourteen or fifteen years old came out and felt a little embarrassed when he saw Xu Li.
The room was very dark, illuminated dimly by yellowing light bulbs. When Fang Jing walked in, a musty smell filled his nose and he sneezed several times.
The iron stove against the wall was burning brightly, and a cat was lying lazily underneath. When seeing strangers, it just opened its eyes and continued to sleep.
There are books and homework on the iron stove, and there is a bed next to it, but no one is there now.
There was no light on in the back room, so it was pitch dark and I couldn't see clearly, but from time to time I could hear pig noises.