A quarter of an hour before the school was about to end, Yang Ruoqing arrived at the school early.

At that time, the last class was taking place in the school, and the last class was calligraphy practice.

Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the classroom where Mu Zichuan was and quietly looked inside.

The students in this class, and even the other two classes in this school, are all children in the elementary school stage, and they have not even taken the exam.

Regardless of boys or girls, they are all aged between six and twelve years old, regardless of gender. There are three classes: primary school, middle school and senior school.

Luo Baobao, Bingbing and the others are already in the big class, while Mianmian and San Yatou have stopped reading.

The boys who were in the same class as Mianmian and San Yatou have also graduated.

Those whose families were willing to continue their studies were sent to schools in the town to continue their studies in order to prepare themselves for becoming a child and becoming a scholar.

The only thing my family didn't have any conditions for was to recognize some words and learn some principles, and then go home to take care of the crops with my parents, or learn other skills that can make a living, such as small businesses.

Mu Zichuan is currently tutoring children in middle class in writing.

A group of seven or eight-year-old children were sitting upright in their seats, writing in an orderly manner.

Mr. Mu Zichuan, who was dressed in white robe, was walking in the corridor between the desks, his hands clasped behind his back.

His gaze condescendingly scanned the papers in front of the students on both sides. If he saw someone holding the pen incorrectly, he would adjust it in time. If someone's handwriting was wrong, he would patiently correct it.

For students who have written well, he will gently stroke the students' heads and give them a rewarding look.

The classroom was very quiet, except for the rustle of the brush rubbing against the paper and the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the pine trees not far away.

This atmosphere is so good!

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated. Smelling the fragrance of this ink, her whole heart calmed down. Then, her breathing gradually became longer, and she couldn't help but yawned greatly.

For students like her, the classroom is really a good place to sleep...

He was only halfway through his yawning when Mu Zichuan, who was leaning over to tutor the students in the classroom, seemed to notice something and suddenly raised his head and looked this way.

Muzichuan was surprised when he saw Yang Ruoqing standing at the window yawning.

Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines. She quickly changed the position of her fingers, made a gesture to him, turned around and hurried away towards the teacher's dormitory at the back of the classroom in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Muzichuan didn't see her embarrassment or embarrassment. He only saw her back walking away in a hurry, guessing whether she had something urgent to do with him.

So, he told the students a few words, stood up and left the classroom. After leaving the classroom, he immediately accelerated his pace and rushed to the dormitory at the back.

Yang Ruoqing was already standing under a pine tree at the door of the dormitory, waiting for him.

She had taken a few deep breaths to suppress her embarrassment. Now when she heard footsteps approaching, she turned around calmly and looked at Mu Zichuan with a smile.

"Sorry to disturb your class," she said.

Mu Zichuan smiled lightly and said, "No problem, let the students practice calligraphy on their own in the last class."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the other side of the classroom and said with a smile: "These children are still young and ignorant. If they grow up in the future, they will learn that the gentleman who is teaching them is the most beautiful young man in the world. He is like a top student."

He is a character who will definitely be filled with emotions and become a source of conversation in front of people for a lifetime."

Mu Zichuan smiled faintly, "Most of these children are actually very smart, but it's a pity that they were born in this countryside, and their family background has become an obstacle for them."

Yang Ruoqing also said: "For households in these ten miles and eight villages, if they want to provide a scholar, they not only need courage, but also family background. In addition, the child's talent in studying is lacking. The three are lacking."

Not even one."

"It's been ten years since this school opened, right? But how many students have actually graduated from here?"

"It's not that the children who come here to school are stupid, but the conditions are limited. Because they provide two free meals, 50% of the children actually come here just for the food."

"Not only can you have enough to eat, save food for your family, but you can also learn a few words and learn some truths. Why not?"

"That's why the school stipulates that no one will be accepted after the age of twelve. That's why." She said.

Mu Zichuan nodded: "I have been teaching in the school these days, and I have probably figured out some things."

"In the past ten years, you and Fengtang have maintained this school. You are indeed doing a good deed to benefit the village."

"In this school, students study for free, and meals are also free. The salaries of the gentlemen and handymen are all borne by you and Feng Tang. Your kind deeds will definitely be rewarded. Believe what I said today." He

road.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "Actually, there is no need to repay or not. The school was originally established to allow the descendants of some villagers to escape ignorance and backwardness and let them learn the principles of life."

"The school can also provide my eldest brother with a job so that he can support his family and have dignity in the village."

"Now, although my eldest brother no longer needs this job, I am used to running this school, so I will continue to run it."

"In the future, when Tang Yazi and I are old and can no longer care about that, whether the school will be closed, opened or changed hands will be another matter. Now that we still have the ability, we will continue to shoulder this burden.

"

Mu Zichuan looked at Yang Ruoqing, the admiration in his eyes even deeper.

"By the way, Qing'er, you're here to pick up Bao Bao and Feng'er, right? get out of class will be over soon." Mu Zichuan said again.

After his reminder, Yang Ruoqing remembered that she had another thing to do when she came over.

She took out a baggage roll from behind and put it in front of him: "Zichuan, my parents asked me to bring this to you. The ginseng you gave is too expensive. My dad just has an ordinary cold, so don't use it."

They asked me to bring you such expensive supplements, and our whole family understands your wishes."

Mu Zichuan frowned slightly and said, "How can there be any reason to take back this gift that I gave out?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Zichuan, do we still need to say these words between our two families? We have all seen your filial piety towards my father, and we are very moved by you, but this ginseng is really

It’s too expensive.”

"No matter how valuable it is, it's just a piece of ginseng and a supplement." Mu Zichuan added.

"I absolutely have no reason to take back this gift I gave you. I don't want it!" he emphasized again.

Yang Ruoqing had no idea, "Zichuan, why are you so stubborn? Let me tell you this, my parents are farmers. If you give my father a jar of soju, two pounds of pork belly, or a pack of tobacco leaves, I will

Dad must be very curious about it, and he will accept it without hesitation."

"What you are doing is a thousand-year-old ginseng worth thousands of gold. My parents... don't dare to accept it, and they can't afford it!"

Hearing that Yang Ruoqing had gone so far as to talk, Mu Zichuan frowned, thinking.

After a moment, he frowned and reached out to take the bundle roll handed over by Yang Ruoqing.
Chapter completed!