Traveling through the eighties, squeamish Longbao is three and a half years old

Chapter 67
Five days passed, and Song Xiu came up halfway to give her daughter some clothes. She originally wanted to persuade her to go back, but Jiaojiao was unwilling to make a fuss.

She was about to cry when she was unhappy, and the little white-haired guy started to scratch Song Xiu with his teeth and claws. He had no choice but to go with her first under the persuasion of Mr. Hei.

"Your Qin Sheng won't be here for long when he comes back this time. Should he be leaving? When he comes back from another job, the father and daughter will have plenty of time to slowly cultivate their relationship. He hasn't seen each other since the child was born, although we can Understand, but you can't ask your child to understand."

Song Xiu also understands this truth, that is, the balance in her heart always goes up and down. At one moment, she wants her husband to follow her daughter, and at another moment, she feels that her daughter is too willful and inconsiderate of her husband. .

On the day Qin Sheng was about to leave, early in the morning, Qin Jun carried his sister on his back and followed his brother down the mountain.

At the entrance of the village, Qin Jiao refused to go home desperately, struggled to get off the ground, and ran to the second floor of Qin Jiubo's house at the entrance of the village to hide.The window on the second floor of his small building faced the road down the mountain, so Xiao Jiaojiao stood on tiptoe, leaning on the window lattice to peek secretly.

Everyone knew she was there, and so did Qin Sheng.He stood at the entrance of the village to bid farewell to his family, and looked at the windows on the second floor of Qin Jiubo's house with his bag on his back for a long time before he got into the car of the agricultural technology station and went down the mountain.

When he left, Qin Jiao shrunk her mouth into a ball, hid under the window and cried, crying until Qin Jiubo's daughter-in-law's heart broke.

After a while, Mrs. Qin came up, rubbed her good granddaughter's little head, and carried her back home.

When a child is wronged, he can't live without an adult, so she just leans on her grandma and refuses to respond to anyone who calls her.

After dinner in the afternoon, Mrs. Qin took her granddaughter to chat with people under the old tree at the entrance of the village, just in time to meet Qin Shuang's father returning on a borrowed bicycle.

"Shuang'er's father, what are you doing? Are you planning to move the big and small bags?"

"Auntie, I haven't moved, but my son and girl are going to study in the town next semester. No, I just asked their mother's family to borrow a room, so it's closer to go back and forth every day."

The children studying here either live in the town or go to the village central school.Children studying in the central school have to walk the mountain road back and forth, and it takes more than an hour for each side.Summer is okay, but in winter I have to go out before dawn, and school ends a little earlier in the afternoon, but when I get home, I have to help with pigweed and so on, and it’s almost eight or nine o’clock when I can sit down and do my homework.So tired during the day, the quality of homework at night can be imagined!

After all, there are only a small number of people who can send their children to the town to study, and the income of their village is only a little better in the past two months this year. Before, it was the only one in a hundred miles that could let the children study until they didn't want to study. .

"Village chief, everyone in my old life, I heard news today when I was enrolling Shuang'er in the town. It said that the central school might be demolished. Is there such a thing? What should I do with my children's studies? Send them all to the town?"

Qin Shuang's father fixed the frame, sat down and passed a circle of cigarettes, and told the news he had heard.

"Is there such a thing? I haven't heard of it."

"Even if the school is going to be demolished, it probably won't happen this semester. I guess, by this time next year, it's hard to say whether the village central school will be able to stay."

The village head's old wrinkled face was wrinkled, and his whole body was not well.

"Why doesn't your village run a school of its own?" the old man next to him suddenly said, "I see that there are a lot of children in your village, and Baishiba and Xialin villages next to you are close to your side, so there should be quite a few of them together. I have a child. Go to your village to make an application, find a piece of land near the research institute, and build a school. I don’t think it won’t work.”

"However, even the village central school has been demolished, can we agree to run a school in our village?"

"I've heard that the central school in your village was built in the 60s and [-]s. The house is dilapidated and there is no playground. Children from five or six surrounding villages go to school. The farthest is Shanglin Village. Walk for two hours."

The village nodded and scratched his head in distress: "No, the school is not to mention that the school building is dilapidated, and there is no kitchen. Now the children eat at noon with their own dry food, mixed with some hot water to fill their stomachs, or they eat outside. A simple stove, and an iron pot to cook some mush."

The conditions must be very bad, but there is no way, the surrounding villages are poor, and the town does not have enough money to maintain the school, and even the teacher's salary is paid every two or three months.

"So, I thought, why don't you run your own school? It doesn't cost much to rebuild the school building. It's also close to the village. It's also convenient to cook and deliver food in the village. And there's a road built here, so you can communicate with the town or If the county applies for a school bus, a minibus will do, and it will be responsible for picking up and dropping off the surrounding children in the morning and evening.”

The old village chief smiled wryly: "It doesn't cost much, but apart from our village's income this year, other villages, alas, don't mention it."

"That's the second thing I want to tell you."

Old Man Hei smiled: "Didn't I tell you last time that our research institute has applied for several projects, and two of them are related to your village. One is ecological research, and the other is agriculture and forestry planting. We provide technical support, and you can mobilize the villagers to plant. Whether it is individual contracting or the current village collective distribution according to work, the income will definitely be guaranteed. You can use part of it to build schools , to subsidize teachers' salaries."

It's easy to say, but it still hurts to take money out.

Mr. Hei didn't force the old village head to agree now, he made such a suggestion, whether it will be successful or not is none of his business.

He didn't mean anything when he said it, but the men and women in the nearby Qinjiagou listened with meaning.There are not many children who are still studying in any family, and not every family can be as capable as old man Qin's family in sending their children to school in the county.Going to a school near the village, isn't it their baby who is cheap?

It's just that everyone is an adult, and the interests involved are clear, and it can't be settled without discussing it a dozen times.Besides, even if they think well, they still need the consent of the town and county.Without the permission of the county education bureau, they built a school without even a teacher, so how could they attend classes?There is also the child's school status, so he can't study a book, and in the end he doesn't even qualify for a technical secondary school or a university, right?
Before evening, the news spread to every household in Qinjiagou.

Of course, not everyone is willing to go to school. For them, it doesn't matter whether their children study or not. Does going to school mean that their income will be reduced?How can this work!
Qin Shuang's father sent the two children to the town with his wife, and the atmosphere between the younger brother and his wife next door became particularly tense.

After this incident, Qin Xue's child became a lot weaker. He sat and played in front of the house silently, often without saying a word for a whole day.

Every time she saw her daughter like this, Qin Xue's mother would scold her harshly, and then she would go to Qin Shuang's house next door.Qin Shuang's father didn't bother to argue with a shrew, it was because of his younger brother and Xue'er's face, and he didn't want to embarrass Xue'er's mother.

His retreat made Qin Xue's mother push her forward. It wasn't until that morning, when Qin Xue was slapped by her mother that she hit the fence of Qin Shuang's house next door, and passed out with a bloody head. Qin Xue's father couldn't bear it anymore. He pressed his wife and beat him up.When Qin Shuang's father, who heard the abnormal noise, came out, his heart almost stopped beating in fright, he picked up Xue'er and rushed to the sanitation center.

(End of this chapter)