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Chapter 30 Chinese People Don't Lie to Chinese People
  The mistress’s name is Tangshan.

He is Yang Chen's college classmate and his best friend.

Tangshan ranks third in the dormitory.

He loves to dress up, love to show off, and loves to speak great truths. He is a very coquettish boy, so his roommates like to call him mistress.

During the four years of college, Yang Chen and Tangshan had a very close relationship.

Tough enough to wear a pair of pants.

After graduating from college, this very sultry mistress and his girlfriend resolutely went to a remote mountain valley in a poor rural area in Guizhou Province to support teaching. They stayed there for three full years.

Didn't even come back during the winter and summer vacations.

To be honest, his decision really surprised the entire dormitory and even the entire class.

Although their school is not a top school, it is still a top school.

A college diploma is still quite valuable.

Students who graduate from this university cannot be said to be the proud ones, but their future is still bright.

Every graduate is looking forward to their future, yearning for a better job and life, but the mistress, who comes from a good family and talks a lot, actually goes to a small mountain village where even water, electricity and communication are difficult.

To be honest, there are many people who can endure this kind of hardship.

But few people joke about their future.

What future can volunteer teaching have?
  Insurance research?

That's a joke.

Might as well become a village official.

So this kid can suppress his enthusiasm and resolutely go to teach, and he has been there for three years, which is really worthy of admiration.

"You're back?"

Have friends come from afar?
  Yang Chen was very happy.

"Yes, I'm back. I still have a few hours to go to Xingsha. I'm so damn hungry for stinky tofu, flavored shrimps, sugar-oiled cakes, fried pork with chili peppers, and fish heads with chopped peppers."

"Stop talking, I can't stop salivating."

"Okay, I'll pick you up right away!"

Yang Chen hung up the phone, drove the Mercedes-Benz G, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards Xingsha Railway Station.

……

Xingsha Railway Station is an old railway station.

Although it has been renovated several times, it still looks shabby.

The old train station is actually very lively in the middle of the night.

There are especially many solicitors.

Accommodation, transportation, meals and girls
  This situation seems to be the same in old train stations across the country.

Yang Chen waited at the exit for half an hour, and at least five old aunties came over and asked him if he wanted to stay? Do you want a little girl?

At the age of eighteen, I have just grown up, and my skin is tender and supple.

Yang Chen just wanted to spray them in the face.

Chinese people do not lie to Chinese people!

Does your conscience pass quickly?
  Half an hour later, the Tangshan train finally arrived.

Fortunately it's not late.

At the exit of the station, a dark-skinned, lean young man with disheveled hair, wearing a set of short-sleeved pants and large pants, came out carrying two large, colorful snakeskin bags.

Yang Chen recognized it at a glance, it was Tang San.

"Damn it, you've been teaching for three years, and those who didn't know it thought they were going to Africa to save the African people."

Tangshan is the same age as him and is also 25 years old this year.

But now he looks at least four or five years older, like a man in his thirties.

Yang Chen went up and gave him a big hug.

Then he punched him hard.

Tangshan showed his big white teeth and smiled: "The African people do not need me to save them. If I must save them, I will save the vast number of female compatriots on the land of Africa."

"Send them the warmth of our Chinese people."

There were still riots.

Still the same old taste.

Yang Chen helped him carry a snakeskin bag and laughed: "Damn, you are such an animal, you don't even let African women go!"

Tangshan licked his lips: "We are not picky about food!"

Yang Chen nodded: "Let's go, let's have a midnight snack. I'll let you eat enough tonight!" After saying that, he picked up the snakeskin bag and left.

"Wait a minute, let me introduce you to someone."

Tangshan pointed to a girl behind him and said: "Ding Xiaofang, my student, is also my god sister. I brought her out of the ravine, hoping to change her fate."

Tangshan didn't say anything, but Yang Chen really didn't notice the girl behind her.

That is a thin girl.

Dark and thin.

She is quite tall, about 165, which is considered tall for girls in the south.

She wore a thick, black braid.

He was wearing a rustic floral shirt, straight-leg pants that had been washed white, and a pair of earth-grey sandals with plastic straps sewn with wire.

He looks young.

Around 15 or 16 years old.

A very typical girl from a very remote and backward rural area.

A very poor, very isolated, very backward rural area.

After all, most rural girls are no worse than urban girls when it comes to sex.

The girl was very shy, shy, and even a little timid. She kept her head lowered as she followed Tang Shan, not daring to look directly at Yang Chen or the world.

This prosperous, beautiful and noisy world.

"Xiao San, tell me the truth, are you really your student?"

"You teach elementary school, right?"

"Don't tell me, this girl is a primary school student."

Yang Chen put down the snakeskin bag and hit Tangshan again.

Upon hearing this, Tangshan immediately became serious and said seriously: "Old Yang, you really don't know how poor, closed and backward that place is."

"It's hard for girls over there to go to school."

"Even if you have a liberal family, it's still too late when you go to school."

"Xiaofang is pretty good. Her family at least allows her to go to school. Some people get married and have children when they are 15 or 6 years old. Going to school is a fantasy in their eyes."

After saying that, Tangshan took out a pack of cheap cigarettes without filters, gave one to Yang Chen, and lit one himself.

"She is my student and she also saved my life!"

"I really treat her like a sister."

"Her mother received a bride price of five thousand yuan to make her drop out of school and marry a lame man whose wife died. The lame man is twenty years older than her!"

Having said this, Tangshan still seems to be feeling depressed.

"Although Xiaofang started studying late, she is very smart and talented. She is a good student."

"I showed affection to her mother and tried to reason with her, but it was useless. It was useless at all. Her mother just said: What's the use of a woman no matter how good she is at studying? She just wants to get married!"

"The more backward a place is, the more ignorant it is!"

"Of course, this is not their fault. It is the age environment, social background, and unfair educational resources. It is the confinement of customs, culture, historical trajectory, and geographical location."

"I can't let Xiaofang continue this backward and ignorant fate!"

"So I brought Xiaofang out."

"The price was to give her mother five thousand yuan."

Tangshan's expression was heavy.

Yang Chen understood his mood very well.

Over the years, I have also heard about the environment, difficulties and significance of supporting teaching for college students.

Teaching in itself is a meaningful thing.

But the teaching areas don’t think so.

The more backward you are, the poorer you are, and the more ignorant you are, this sentence is correct.

In some volunteer teaching areas, female college students who come to support teaching are treated as wives sent from the city, and they are harassed, peeped, and even touched.

In some volunteer education areas, sending children to school is regarded as a condition and requirement for negotiation, and the request must meet certain conditions of their family before they can agree.

For example, sending rice, oil, and vegetables.

For example, you need to make up money.

For example, teachers are asked to bring students to help with farm work.

In other volunteer education areas, village cadres and villagers have deliberately made things difficult for the volunteer teachers. In terms of living conditions, educational resources, and spiritual thinking, the teachers have been directly destroyed.

There are countless similar examples!
  (End of this chapter)