After walking into the courtyard and entering the house, Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu quickly asked about the situation.

Qin Huairu had already thought of an excuse on the way back. Everything was Yang Xiaotao's fault.

Everything can only be Yang Xiaotao's fault.

"What? Five hundred dollars!"

Jia Zhang jumped up, and if it wasn't for her shorter stature, she would have probably crashed through the roof.

"Huai Ru, did you hear that correctly?"

Jia Dongxu couldn't believe it either.

Qin Huairu nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, Yang Xiaotao donated 500 yuan to the village, and then the school was built!"

"If we let Qinjiacun build a school, we would have to give him five hundred yuan."

After Qinhuai District finished speaking, Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhang were immediately unhappy.

"If I had five hundred yuan, why would I do this?"

"Forget it, forget it, this can't happen!"

Jia Dongxu retreated and said no more.

Jia Zhang on the side successfully changed the target and said, "Damn little beast, you will die."

"Take the money from our compound and give it to a poor village and build a school. You will spend your whole life eating dirt and still want to study? Bah!"

"You uneducated bastard. Our family is in such a difficult situation, but you don't know how to help. You even give money to the mud-legged guy. This heartless little beast! He's so bad..."

The yelling and cursing continued, and Qin Huairu on the side lowered her head, with neither joy nor sadness in her eyes.

"Ouch, Aunt Wang, it hurts!"

Yang Xiaotao grinned, lowered his head and shouted, not daring to resist at all.

At this time, Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office looked angry and pinched Yang Xiaotao's ears with two fingers.

But anyone can see that this anger is just fake, and he didn’t notice the smile on his lips.

Besides, if you were really angry, would you reach out and twist someone's ears?

I've already gone to the street office.

This kind of behavior, in the eyes of ordinary people, is only done by the elders educating the younger ones. There is a deep sense of care in it.

"It hurts? You know it hurts? You did something secretly from me, why don't you feel distressed?"

Director Wang said with a smile, Yang Xiaotao felt bitter after hearing this.

Who would have thought that when he got up to go to work early in the morning, he would be blocked by someone as soon as he left the middle courtyard, and they would attack him as soon as he came up, so he didn't dare to resist.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao shouting, many people around him looked over. Director Wang still saved some face for Yang Xiaotao, raised his hand and let go.

Yang Xiaotao quickly smiled with a smile on his face.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Seeing his appearance, Director Wang was relieved now.

Originally, she was happy and relieved to know that Yang Xiaotao helped the village build a school.

These days, it’s good to be able to feed yourself, but how can you have enough food to help others?

But Yang Xiaotao did just that.

Five hundred yuan, how long will it take to save?

Besides, doesn’t it hurt to take it out?

She asked herself that she couldn't do this kind of thing.

So I appreciate Yang Xiaotao's awareness very much, and even cherish him.

But what made her feel uncomfortable was that if she didn't mention such a big matter to her, she wouldn't treat her as one of her own.

"Ha! I feel so sad."

"If I hadn't heard about your school from the street, how long would you have planned to keep it a secret?"

When Yang Xiaotao heard this, he thought to himself that he had no intention of telling her this.

But how dare he say it?

"No, I'll let you know when the school is ready!"

"Bah, you think your Aunt Wang is just a child. What else can you say after everything is done? Just let me know!"

"How can that be possible!"

"There are still things you don't dare to do. Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I'll go to the street to do it in two days. The paper and pen we don't need will be used as gifts for the children."

"Ah, oh oh oh, I want to thank you on behalf of the village, and thank you to my colleagues in the street office~~ Ouch~~ It hurts, it hurts."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao's ears were ravaged again.

"Who are you being polite to?"

"Aunt Wang, Aunt Wang, I'm not polite, we are all our own people!"

Yang Xiaotao quickly begged for mercy. When Director Wang heard this, he put down his hand.

"That's true."

"You've been restless all day. Find someone to take care of you quickly. How about I ask Third Aunt to introduce you to someone else?"

"hey-hey."

"Don't spend all day hey, just serve snacks."

"oh."

Yang Xiaotao could only smile about this.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Remember to come to the street office to pick up your things."

"Okay, let's go to your house for a drink tonight."

Director Wang paused, turned around, glanced at Yang Xiaotao, and then left quickly.

Yang Xiaotao was helpless. Didn't he drink Uncle Li down last time when he went drinking? Does he need to look at him like this?

However, Aunt Wang's thoughts will be kept in their hearts by Yangjiazhuang.

Arrange your clothes, rub your red ears, and go out to work.

After Yang Xiaotao left, Yi Zhonghai walked out of the house with heavy steps, his face so cold that water almost squeezed out of his face.

Drink... spit...

Silly Zhu vomited thick phlegm from behind, feeling disdainful.

"Master, look at it, such a trivial matter has been made known to everyone, as if for fear that others will not know, just like that..."

Silly Zhu kept chattering all the way, regardless of Yi Zhonghai's increasingly ugly expression, and did not calm down until he reached the kitchen.

However, what happened in the front yard still gave people in the courtyard a new understanding.

Yang Xiaotao and Director Wang from the subdistrict office are one family.

There are some things that you need to think carefully about before doing them.

Mrs. Jia Zhang shrank her neck and hid in the room, her mouth was clean.

I was afraid that Director Wang would turn around and take her away.

She is really afraid.

February 19, 1962, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Yep, open for business!

The sky is high and the air is crisp, and the northwest wind, warmed by the sunshine, becomes warm and blows on the children's faces, bringing smiles to their faces.

Today is the day of Yangjiazhuang Primary School.

Everyone in Yangjiazhuang gathered together and looked at the neatly arranged children in front of them, with the same smile on their faces.

At the front is the representative presiding over the ceremony.

Mr. Yang and Yang Dazhuang represent the village.

Secretary Wang represents the town leaders.

There was also Fatty Ding who came after hearing the news, and Yang Xiaotao who hosted the ceremony.

Several people stood together, with three large rooms behind them. Through the window sill, one could see tables arranged neatly horizontally and vertically.

On the table, there are notebooks, pencils, erasers and knives.

In addition, there are books that smell like ink.
To be continued...