Xiao Li admired Zheng Bajin's foresight, and Zou Chenggong also understood the truth.
He didn't know how long he would be the mine manager. Just as Zheng Bajin had planned, the next job would be much easier.
In a few decades, a large dam will appear here.
Zheng Bajin then drew cakes for everyone. By then, there would be nothing impossible, even rice could be grown.
This place is no longer a deserted mountainous area, but an extremely rich place.
…
In Haizi Village, Li Yin decided to leave him alone. He took the village chief and several villagers to set up a temporary tent on the spot and parked the deceased.
Other police officers first went to the station to issue a notice identifying the body, and posted posters everywhere, waiting for family members to come and claim it.
However, shortly after the brothers left, a man drove to Haizi, got out of the car and walked to the scene. He glanced at the body that had not yet been moved, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
Judging from the style of clothes he was wearing, it looked like he was his nephew, but he wasn't sure. He would have to wait until his sister-in-law and brother arrived to confirm.
Li Yin glanced at him and recognized him as a teacher from Shili Village named Wang Tianhua. I don’t understand how this person could be related to the deceased?
However, he did not ask in detail, but asked calmly: "When will your sister-in-law and brother arrive?"
"They are still in the city. I have to make a call. I think they will arrive at 1pm. But, who is the murderer?" Wang Tianhua was a little excited, with hatred flashing in his eyes, which made people feel cold.
"We still need to investigate a little more. There is no conclusion yet." Li Yin comforted him, but also reminded him that you can't judge that he is your nephew just based on his clothes. He doesn't want the other party to be impulsive and cause a bigger problem.
People stopped, looked at Li Yin together, and asked him if he wanted to continue setting up the tent?
Of course, it has to be matched. This is the last bit of dignity given to the deceased.
…
Wan Qingqing calmed down her mood. At this time, she was in class. However, I didn't sleep well last night and my energy seemed very depressed.
Looking at the students below, looking at her with confused expressions, she couldn't help but cheer up and ask everyone to open the textbooks.
There are only ten first-year students who have just been admitted for enlightenment. However, the age structure is uneven. The oldest is ten years old and the youngest is only five and a half years old. They cry at every turn.
She is responsible for all the subjects in a class. After teaching this class, she will go next door to teach the third grade class.
There was no way, she and the principal were the only ones who called this school. The principal is responsible for the fifth grade, and she can only take care of both ends for the remaining two grades.
Originally, there were two local junior high school students taking over as substitute teachers. However, when school started this semester, they stopped coming. They said it would be better to help Zheng Bajin grow vegetables, which meant that there was one less person. This was what Principal Wang told the center when she came. The reason why Principal Zhou complained.
"Now, let's talk about the initial consonants..."
"Teacher, I heard that someone died in the village, who is it?" A teenage boy suddenly interrupted Wanqing's lecture.
The classmates stared at Wanqing, their thoughts not on studying at all.
Wanqing sighed silently and did not continue the lecture. Instead, she began to tell everyone about the principles of life: "That's a horse thief!"
"Yes, he is a horse thief. Such people should die." The boy interrupted Wanqing again.
Wanqing couldn't help but frowned slightly and said: "From now on, when speaking, you must raise your hand first, and the teacher must agree before you can answer. Otherwise, the teacher will be interrupted and the teaching will be affected."
"It's okay, it's okay. My mother said that class is secondary. The key is to make the teacher happy. The previous teacher even taught us how to play chess." The boy said plausibly, not bothering Hu Wanqing at all.
"Do you know that the teacher is very angry now?" Wanqing couldn't help but raise her voice a little louder, and said in a deep voice, "So, this is how your mother educated you and asked you to mess around with your time?"
The man was startled and did not dare to speak anymore. He looked at Wanqing in horror and confusion. The others didn't dare to speak anymore and looked at her cutely.
When Wanqing saw it, she suddenly couldn't bear it, but she didn't indulge them. Instead, she continued to say with a straight face: "You just became enlightened this year. How did you know that the original teacher taught everyone how to play chess?"
"Teacher, Niu Lan was in the second grade last year." The only little girl took over.
Second grade last year, first grade this year?
"Okay, tell me what's going on?" Wanqing guessed that this boy had poor grades and was demoted. However, since he was not admitted to the second grade today and was demoted to the bottom, he still couldn't help but ask.
"He couldn't even memorize multiplication tables in the second grade. Teacher Wang asked him to study in the first grade when he signed up, otherwise he wouldn't be able to follow." The little girl's name is Xi Li.
She was Xi Shunyun's daughter. The big boy named Niulan didn't dare to refute when he was exposed in front of his face, he just lowered his head.
"Don't worry too much if you don't study well. As long as you pay attention to the lectures from now on and don't get distracted and care about other things that have nothing to do with your studies, the teacher believes that you will be able to enter the second grade tomorrow." Wanqing saw that he blushed and knew that it was not impossible. The rescuer may be that he cannot learn, so I decided to encourage him more, try to find his shining points, and let him learn more knowledge, which may be useful to him in the future.
"He is already a teenager. He has been studying in the first and second grades, and has never been in the third grade." Xi Li looked proud, as if he knew half of the things in the sky and everything on the earth.
"Who asked you? He can't tell himself?" Wan Qing's face was cold and her voice was high, which startled the little girl.
The other students were also stunned and looked at her together.
She couldn't help but become anxious, and tears fell down.
Wanqing ignored it, looked at the bullpen, and said with concern: "Okay, sit down, and now I will tell you why this horse thief was like this? In this world, Those who are not welcome are those who want to get something for nothing. Labor is glorious, and only what you get through the work of your hands is your own."
"If it's not yours, you can't take it..." She began to reason with the students and let them distinguish right from wrong.
As he talked, he talked about his own childhood experience. At that time, his family was very poor and all the money was spent on his father’s medical treatment. He didn’t even have food to eat.
However, she has never stolen anything from others. Even when she looked at the candies in the hands of her neighbor's peers, she never thought about it, because she knew that it was not hers, so she shouldn't expect it.
The students didn't dare to speak anymore, and even Xi Li didn't cry anymore. He listened with great interest.
Maybe this story is too touching, or maybe everyone feels the same pain and feels the same way.
At some point, two figures stood in front of the window, holding on to the dilapidated window sill with both hands, looking at Wanqing through the non-existent glass.
