I plan to prepare it tomorrow and start construction when the snow stops.

Try to build it within this month of the year, wait until the New Year is over, and register and start school on the 16th day of the first month of next year.

"Brother, let us handle the matter of building the school and recruiting students."

"You don't need to be distracted by that."

"What you have to do is take advantage of this free period to make your own preparations, prepare lessons and so on."

Finally, Yang Ruoqing told Yang Yongxian again.

Yang Yongxian nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, sister, brother, I will sort out the books and manuscripts when I get back tonight."

"I have disappointed you with the merit examination. To enlighten the children, my thirteen years of books are enough, brother!"

Seeing Yang Yongxian, who had regained his confidence, walk out of the main room with his head held high, Yang Ruoqing smiled happily.

Everyone must be positioned correctly.

There is no garbage in this world.

There are only misplaced treasures.

Brother, come on!

…

In the afternoon, Luo Fengtang and Yang Huazhong went to Lizheng and several village elders to discuss building a school.

Soon, good news came back.

"Everyone says this is a great merit. Uncle Li Zheng and several village elders all praise Qing'er for your high vision!"

Luo Fengtang said very excitedly.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, a little embarrassed.

Do you really think that your sister is a country girl who was born and raised and has never seen the world?

My sister is one of the world's top secret agents, someone who has weathered the storms.

"We first went to sit at Li Zheng's house to say this." Luo Fengtang continued.

"Then we went to other villages and hometowns. Maybe at that moment, the news spread."

"On the way back, my father-in-law and I met many villagers. Everyone came to inquire about building a school."

"I have a hunch that when we build the school, the number of children sent for enlightenment will probably be more than we expected!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded.

"In the future, when people in our village live a better life, more and more children will be sent to primary schools."

Luo Fengtang said: "That's good. Even if you don't take the exam for fame in the future, it is always good for a person to know more words and learn more principles."

"Otherwise, you won't even be able to write your name well, the accounts will be calculated differently, and you will suffer losses in everything you do!"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Luo Fengtang and understood the bitterness hidden behind his words.

In the early years when he relied on hunting to keep him and his uncle fed and clothed, he went to town to sell roe deer, hares and the like.

In terms of accounts, I suffered a lot of losses.

"Well, that makes sense." Yang Ruoqing said.

"We are running a school, not doing business. Even if we have to contribute our own money in the early years, we will continue to do it," she said.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "That's necessary!"

…

In the evening, the wind and snow became heavier.

The north wind was blowing heavy snowflakes, and there was no path visible on the ground. It was all snow deep to the feet.

When you step on it, it makes a squeaking sound.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang were busy sorting out the wood to build the school in the backyard, while brothers Yang Huazhou and Yang Huaming split into two groups.

One went to the village to contact the construction team, and the other went to contact the carpentry team.

On such a snowy day, everyone was very busy.

As for the women, they gathered in the main room of Yang Ruoqing's house.

There is a charcoal brazier in the main room and several large and small heating barrels.

Mrs. Sun, Mrs. Sun, and Mrs. Bao Suyun all gathered together to do needlework. Mrs. Liu sat aside, eating melon seeds and gossiping.

Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei were sitting in the same heating bucket, near the door.

In this way, you can not only hear the chatting of the women in the main room, but also see the children playing in the yard.

"These children are really not afraid of the cold. It's snowing so hard and they are still building snowmen outside. It's true!"

Cao Bamei clapped her hands and said.

Yang Ruoqing was looking at the yard outside. The snowmen were standing up in a stylish manner, and the snowmen were holding a broom in their hands.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"We don't understand the fun of children," she said.

Cao Bamei also laughed: "Hey, that's true."

"I remember when it snowed when I was a kid, my mother and the others would hide in the house and not dare to go out. A group of us kids also had a snowball fight and worked up a sweat."

Hearing Cao Bamei recalling her childhood there, Yang Ruoqing listened with a smile.

In my heart, I can't help but feel a little bitter.

Everyone has his own childhood, what about you?

The childhood of this body is very chaotic.

He was crazy and silly, running around and even having a snowball fight but being excluded by a bunch of kids.

Otherwise, you will be treated as a target of snowballs thrown by a group of children.

She would be covered with snow all over her body and run home crying with runny noses. Then Mrs. Sun would hold her in her arms and cry sadly...

As for my previous life.

Then I don’t even want to remember my childhood.

Before being taken in by the organization, he wandered on the streets and slept under overpasses.

I was almost molested by those homeless people and old men scavenging.

After being adopted by the organization, all that filled his memory were rounds of the cruelest training.

There is no distinction between cold and heat, no day or night.

"Qing'er, what are you thinking about? You don't pay attention to me when I talk to you."

Cao Bamei gently touched Yang Ruoqing's arm, and Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses.

She smiled and tucked a piece of her bangs behind her ear.

"I didn't think about anything, I just envied these little children for having such fun," she said.

Cao Bamei was startled for a moment, then smiled.

"Their happiness is carried on your shoulders by adults like you."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said nothing.

If you work harder, your children and future generations can live a more comfortable life.

The regret of not being able to realize it herself will be made up for in the future by her children.

The snow outside is still falling.

The laughter of children lingered over the yard.

In this snowy evening, almost every household is hiding in their homes for the winter.

However, there was a man who was almost white all over, driving a carriage from the direction of the town.

"Mom, sister, the second uncle is back!"

The moment Xiao An and his friends' voices came from the courtyard door, Yang Hualin entered the courtyard door like an old man with a white beard.

"Ah, are you really the second uncle?"

Cao Bamei and Yang Ruoqing were sitting closest to the door of the house.

When the children shouted, they saw it at a glance.

Yang Ruoqing quickly jumped down from the heating bucket. Over there, Mrs. Sun and a group of women also put aside their sewing work and gathered around.

I saw Yang Hualin taking long steps and walking quickly on the crunching snow to the eaves here.

He stomped the snow on his feet a few times, then placed the bundle in his hand against the wall and patted the snow off his body.

"Second uncle, why are you back when the snow is so heavy?"

Yang Ruoqing came over quickly and asked.
Chapter completed!