The two aunts discussed sincerely, Mr. Su Xiao asked someone to write fifty words in three days, and on average, he was so crazy that he had to remember more than a dozen words every day.

"Speaking of this, we always go to the cafeteria next to the cafeteria every time we go to the cafeteria for a while after class, so that it doesn't feel very hard."

When Zhao Susu heard this, she took the initiative to turn around under her feet and walked to the back door of the canteen in a daze.

A small piece of saplings that have not yet grown were passed through the back door of the cafeteria, which was a row of more than a dozen neatly connected stone houses.

The door was open, and the tables and chairs could be seen faintly. She walked in and walked around unconsciously.

There is a sand tray made of wood on each table. The sand inside looks quite delicate and there is a "pencil holder" next to it.

One of the sand tables also has characters left, namely sun, moon, star, and three characters, and the other is wind, rain, thunder, lightning, wheat, millet, etc.

They are all very commonly used words.

Zhao Susu immediately became more and more dazed, and even thought he was going to die. What he saw now were hallucinations before his death.

Her eyes became hot and shed tears unconsciously.

This "Guzhuang" is really a magical place.

The Gu family’s Sanniang is also a... very magical person.

Her father was still there and had the idea of ​​being able to teach and be absent from other things, believing that the poor children should be given the opportunity to read and read.

But even her father must have never thought that these villagers, villagers who dig food in the fields, those peddlers, the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, also had to read and read.

Zhao Susu's whole body trembled for a moment.

She looked at the school and for a moment she had to forget the canteen behind her. While she was thinking, she saw the third lady pushing the door and entering, both of them were stunned.

Zhao Susu immediately came back to her senses and quickly explained three blessings deeply.

When Gu Xiang saw her movements flowing, beautiful and natural, she sighed in her heart.

It has been eight years since Zhao Susu lived in Dali Village, but ten years have passed, but the things engraved in her bones have not been lost at all.

Gu Xiang returned a greeting, but Zhao Susu hurriedly avoided it, but her eyes fell on the bookcase she was carrying, slightly frozen.

"I happened to meet Miss Zhao. I remember Miss Zhao was literate?"

Gu Xiang smiled and saw that Zhao Susu was not in his mind, so he didn't say much, so he handed her the bookcase in his hand, "That's right, please help Mrs. Zhao to help me clean up."

As she said that, she walked over and pushed open the small door to the east of the school.

Zhao Susu's time was instantly attracted.

It was a square room with no other shabby room except for a few dilapidated tables and chairs. However, there were large windows on all sides. The windows were covered with nearly transparent gauze scarves, which looked spacious and bright. There was also a row of bookshelfs that seemed to have just been done. Although the workmanship was ordinary, the polished but clean and flat.

At this time, dozens of books were already placed on the shelf in different categories.

Gu Xiang walked over, put down the bookcase on his back, took out one book after another, and placed it on the bookshelf in turn according to the category posted on the spine.

"Come on, help."

Zhao Susu subconsciously opened the book box in her hand, and it was full of books. The book box was actually very heavy, but she couldn't bear to let it go for a moment and didn't realize the soreness of her wrists.

There is a book called "Cheyun", which Zhao Susu couldn't help but read. The book was printed very well, with a faint white color in the paper industry, with clear handwriting and large characters, which looked very comfortable.

Zhao Susu almost couldn't put it down.

Gu Xiang smiled and said, "Looking at the spine of the book, it is generally classified according to classics, history, and collections of classics, history, and some miscellaneous items are posted on it. I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhao can help me arrange it according to this number."

What is this called trouble? If Zhao Susu does such a job, she can do it for a year without eating, drinking, and sleeping. As long as she is still alive, she can do it.

While working, Zhao Susu touched and flirted with books and looked at these categories. The more she read, the more she felt that Gu Xiang was a very talented and very smart woman.

Although she loved reading since she was a child, she was not smart enough.

Her parents also always say that she is a little stupid.

Seeing that she was doing well, Gu Xiang simply handed over all the errands to her. She sat on the side and sorted the dozens of newly bought books left in the book box, and wrote them in sequence with labels and labels.

"There are not many people on our farm now. Not to mention the newly arrived people, even the villagers in Guzhuang know less than one-tenth of them who have more than 500 words. Most of them only know dozens of words. At present, everyone's requirements for the library are not enough, and it is enough to use it now."

Gu Xiang said softly, "When everyone knows more literacy in the future, I will buy it slowly. I hope that one day, I can build a big library in the village and gather all the good books in the world. I can read it whatever the villagers want. Every child who is old can grow up in the fragrance of books, that's great."

Zhao Susu's heart was beating wildly.

She looked at Gu Xiang, and countless stars were coming out of her eyes.

“…Can all the villagers in Guzhuang come to study for free?”

Gu Xiang nodded naturally: "Yes, but this library is only for farm workers. I also built one in the village, which is similar to this scale. Well, although it is free, it requires rules. People must know that it is better to cherish books, and they cannot take them away, let alone lose them."

This is taken for granted.

"Take it slow, I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry."

Gu Xiang smiled.

Zhao Susu turned around and looked around, feeling that she couldn't walk.

That night, Zhao Susu returned to the arranged dormitory and lay on the clean bed. She tossed and turned. Liu Aman sat at the table in front of her, practicing calligraphy while smacking her lips: "My mother, you didn't go to have dinner. Oh, I originally wanted to bring back a plate of shredded radish to serve you with porridge and pancakes, but the second time I went to get it, I was all eaten."

Thinking of the taste of shredded radish, Liu Aman saliva flowed.

Zhao Susu finally came back to her senses and laughed: "Why do you love to eat radish?"

A few days ago, Amanzan's crab roe soup buns were still very delicious, but unfortunately she only got two, so there would be no more.

“It’s really delicious.”

Aman licked his lips, obviously still thinking about it.

The next morning, Zhao Susu also ate the very delicious shredded radish that Aman said. This food was indeed amazing.

The shredded radish is not very fine, it takes about a dozen strands of hair to combine so thickly. It is marinated with sugar, vinegar, and sesame oil. It tastes sweet and sour, but it tastes so good that it makes people want to eat it again after eating it. It is countless times better than any delicacies she has ever eaten.

Zhao Susu ate a plate in a row, then picked up one and looked carefully. She saw many fine pinholes on it - no wonder it was so delicious.
Chapter completed!