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Sparks burst out of the iron furnace, jumped in the air and then went out.

The sweet potato on the side of the fire cracked with a peep, and a ray of smoke visible to the naked eye emerged from the golden yellow inside, which contained a sweet smell.

Liangwa, carrying two big sacks, blinked her big eyelids when seeing so many people in the house.

Following him, Uncle Sun, who was not seen by everyone, shouted: "Go in, what are you doing stupidly?"

With a cry of "Oh", Liangwa walked into the concierge and unloaded the two big sacks.

The mouth of the bag is not tightly tied, one bag is rolled out of potatoes that are still full of dirt, and another bag is rolled out of sweet potatoes with red skin that looks extremely fresh.

Yaya first said hello when she saw the grin, then took two potatoes and threw them to Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian took it, and took the dirt twice with his hands, and put the potatoes by the fire.

Uncle Sun also followed in at this time, and then smiled and said with a wrinkle: "This is Liangbab, just the one I told you yesterday. They are good people from the city and come to see elementary school."

Zhang Xiaojian and the others were slightly taken aback when they heard the word'good person', because it hadn't heard the word for too long.

The world of adults is not black, and it is even less possible to watch cartoons on TV like children, and be able to conclude that this is a good person and that is a bad person.

And if this is not a rural village that is too much simpler than the city, if someone introduces Zhang Xiaojian in the city and says: "This, a good person."

Zhang Xiaojian will definitely say, speak well and don't curse.

Because I don’t know when, the word good seems to be equivalent to stupid...

Introducing this person as a good person means that this person is almost equivalent to being a idiot....Who would be happy?

So Zhang Xiaojian coughed: "Uncle Sun, don't introduce it like that. My name is Zhang Xiaojian, hello."

As he said, he stood up and shook hands with Liangwa, the now absolute big figure in Feiluan Village. Liangwa's hands were very thick, and he also showed a simple smile: "Yue Liang, hello."

Others also reported their names, which is a necessary courtesy.

Yue Liang had an illusion when he watched the people sitting by the fire. He always felt that these lives were too good to look at. Seeing that their clothes were incompatible with the dilapidated environment of the porter in front of them, they seemed to be stars who came to record a country reality show. .

This is indeed the case.

Although Ye Mozhu has almost a plain face, she has recently used the'Xiaojian' brand of nourishing skin care products. Her skin is white and glowing, and her already pure and youthful temperament becomes more obvious. She is not as good-looking as a real person, let alone an amateur.

The willow eyebrow is a typical well-maintained, charming and charming young woman. She also lacks a trace of charm without makeup, but the intellectual and dignity between the eyebrows is fully demonstrated.

Wang Wan'er is also different from the two of them, because her skin has developed towards a healthy bronze color due to a lot of recent exercise. With her attractive facial features, she is especially sunny when she smiles. She is obviously a sporty girl.

Even Zhuo Fei is a handsome guy. With big eyes and double eyelids, he belongs to that special traditional handsome.

On the contrary, Zhang Xiaojian was the most inconspicuous among them, but after only less than a minute of contact, Yue Liang concluded that Zhang Xiaojian was the core of this group.

He smiled honestly, and responded one by one: "You tell me, I thought you were all stars just now. I specially checked whether there are cameras around."

Everyone naturally laughed when they heard this. Yue Liang's thick voice gave people a simple and honest feeling when they didn't speak. The praise of their looks was very vague, but who would not like to listen to good things?

Ye Mozhu rubbed his hands, peeled away the hot roasted sweet potatoes, and said to Zhang Xiaojian: "Just he lowered our overall appearance."

Zhang Xiaojian expressed disapproval, and while blowing the yellow soil in the sweet potato, he took a bite, his hot tongue was a bit unfavorable and said, "I...heaven...the most handsome."

After speaking, he moved his throat and swallowed the sweet potato. The next moment he covered his heart, he fell on Ye Mozhu's shoulder with pain.

Ye Mozhu rubbed his heart for him, his eyes bent into crescents and said, "It's scalding, it's really fast that the violent retribution comes."

Zhang Xiaojian coughed again, slowed down, and asked, "Am I not handsome?"

Liu Mei told the truth: "The first impression is that you look good, but thinking that you are too rich, you think you are quite handsome."

Wang Wan'er and Zhuo Fei Yile, obviously think this is the truth.

Ye Mozhu liked to tie Zhang Xiaojian's heart, so he said, "Where is Jun? Look at his two thick eyebrows, how do they look like Crayon Shin-chan."

"That's also cute." Zhang Xiaojian said shamelessly.

Yue Liang listened to your chats, and his experience in society for many years told him that there is a little sincere friendship among these people. It seems that they are all friends, not subordinates.

Uncle Sun took a horse and handed it to Yue Liang and said, "It's hot, don't go in a hurry, you will get a cold when you go out and get a cold now."

So everyone quickly gave up a position to Yue Liang.

Yue Liang sat by the fire, Wang Wan'er tore off a slice of roasted sweet potato and handed it to him: "Yaya said, eating this thing is the most enthusiastic."

"Don't be as hot as I am." Zhang Xiaojian was still clutching his chest.

Yue Liang took it, nodded slightly as a thank you, and then blew.

Liu Mei flipped over the roasted potatoes, and said to Zhang Xiaojian: "By the way, what did you think of in a shock?"

After hearing the words, Zhang Xiaojian said: "I thought about how we would do Hope Primary School."

Liu Mei: "Oh? What about it?"

Zhang Xiaojian stood up, looked left and looked again, and saw a few half pieces of chalk on the shabby desk at the door, so he took one and painted it directly on the concrete floor in the concierge.

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It is impossible to describe the paintings drawn by Zhang Xiaojian pouting his butt.

When his last stroke came down, everyone saw this crooked thing, like a child's graffiti. After reading it for a long time, they didn't understand what it was.

"Is this a stove?" Yaya blinked her big eyelashes, or the child's pictures had a stronger imagination.

Zhang Xiaojian stood up straight and nodded, with a look of excitement already on his face.

He pointed to the fire and chimney he drew on the ground and said: "I just found something in a daze. When the fire in the stove is high, more smoke will enter the chimney, but when the fire is small, The smoke can't get in, and it starts to scatter everywhere."

Everyone was stunned, and couldn't understand Zhang Xiaojian's nonsense. Does this matter have anything to do with Hope Primary School?

Seeing their dull faces, Zhang Xiaojian snatched the sweet potatoes that had just been blown cold in Zhuo Fei's hand, and gnawed a bit: "This stove is like the Hope Primary School in China, the Mountain Primary School."

Everyone frowned and continued to listen.

Zhang Xiaojian said again: "The chimney is the ascent passage of our society. It was called the imperial examination in ancient times, and now it is called Sousou tired in a foreign language.."

"Puff, your English is a match for Uncle Sun's tinkering clothes."

The big guy is smiling, and Zhang Xiaojian said: "Liu Mei and I also talked about the quality of education before. The fire in this stove is like the quality of education she said."

As he said, he drew a horizontal line with chalk and wrote the four characters'quality of education'.

Then he raised his head and said: "The smoke that is burned will enter the chimney. When the fire is small, you will find that a lot of smoke does not enter the chimney and does not enter the upward passage of this society. This means that the quality of education is not good."

Having said that, everyone finally figured out what Zhang Xiaojian was going to say.

Ye Mozhu added: "So the quality of education goes up, and if the fire is big, more smoke will be burned out, and more children will enter the ascending channel, that is, into the chimney, right?"

Liu Mei nodded, turned over the baked potatoes again, frowned and asked, "I told you before this matter came. As for the complexity? As for the excitement of you?"

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head, indicating that we are talking about two different things.

He pointed to the painted stove and said, "Do you think that in our society, China is currently lacking elementary and middle schools for basic education?"

Liu Mei was taken aback, and shook his head: "A lot."

It's a lot.

Since the reform and opening up, especially in recent years, as China's economy has taken off, except for a few remote mountainous areas, China's test-oriented education has basically covered the whole country.

Even in ordinary mountainous areas and ordinary remote areas, many upper-class people in society donated Hope Primary Schools and Hope Middle Schools, no matter what they are titled or what they are, they have done a good job.

However, if you quote Zhang Xiaojian's analogy, the fire on the quality of education is still too small.

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Yes, our school coverage is actually very good, that is to say, we have countless stoves in China!"

Others didn't understand what it meant, because most of them didn't think deeply about it.

But Liu Mei had thought about this question deeply, so his eyes were brighter than the fire in the crowd. He seemed to have guessed what Zhang Xiaojian was going to do, but he was still a little bit uncertain before he heard Zhang Xiaojian give an accurate answer.

Zhang Xiaojian asked again: "Does our society lack a way to rise? The huge chimney of the college entrance examination can accommodate the smoke from China."

Except for Liu Mei, everyone frowned.

Zhang Xiaojian pouted his butt and drew a long strip.

Everyone still didn't understand. Although Yaya didn't understand what they just said, for her, she was playing the game of drawing and guessing with Zhang Xiaojian. She asked, "Uncle Xiaojian, is this firewood?"

Zhang Xiaojian nodded, and everyone almost didn't fall down... Isn't this an ordinary rectangle? How did your little girl guess that this is firewood?

Zhang Xiaojian squatted next to the rectangle he drew and said: "How to improve the quality of education and make the fire bigger is to rely on firewood. In my opinion, firewood is the excellent teachers of all China."

Liu Mei suddenly enlightened after hearing this sentence, already quite sure of what Zhang Xiaojian was going to do, but... she showed an incomprehensible expression.

The squatting Zhang Xiaojian seemed to have finished all the things he wanted to draw. He threw half of the chalk in his hand to the greasy table not far away, and said faintly: "Since we have a stove and a chimney, why do we still Should we waste resources to build stoves and build chimneys? Let's just be the Chaiman!"

Everyone stared blankly at Zhang Xiaojian, who was now squatting on the concrete floor, half of his cheeks illuminated by the fire, and the corners of his grinning with white teeth showing.

He was inexplicably shocked when he said the words Tim Chai Ren.

Ye Mozhu felt that Zhang Xiaojian was handsome at this moment in a mess, and once again there was a light on his cheeks.

She said: "So you plan not to build Hope Primary School or Middle School, but to provide the best teachers for all remote schools in China?"

Zhang Xiaojian snapped his fingers and stood up and said, "Yes, a pure education support institution. We will provide accommodation, provide a superior environment, provide double the salary, provide everything we can give, and attract outstanding teachers from all over the country. Going to the countryside and remote mountainous areas to support teaching, the places where teaching is supported are Hope Primary Schools and Middle Schools in various places. These schools must be very happy to have our help.

Wang Wan'er shook her head and gave Zhang Xiaojian a thumbs up. She felt that this matter was very meaningful.

Zhuo Fei looked at the fire in the stove, and occasionally saw himself in the flames. He said, "Brother, that's my senior."

Uncle Sun knew nothing about it, and he could understand it as soon as he sat here. Yue Liang who understood it was dumbfounded.

He looked at Zhang Xiaojian with a bit of astonishment. He didn't know what kind of confidence the young man in front of him had. He was able to say this kind of whimsical, but it would inevitably require countless money to support it. It was a plan of a public welfare nature.

Liu Mei finally forgot to turn the potatoes by the stove, and when she smelled some burnt odor, she ignored it. Instead, she stood up and took a sip of hot water, took a deep breath and calmed down. Said: "But have you ever thought that if we do this, most of the reputation will fall on the people who built the school, and it will bring them a huge aura, not you, not the swordsman, not us."

This is a very objective and realistic question.

Because this kind of curved help to save the country is not intuitive.

People will only remember which school is good, which school is opened by whom, and who donated it. That is to say, even if it is Zhang Xiaojian’s fire, when the fire is really up to the sky, most people can remember only the fire. Stove.

Liu Mei has been doing public welfare for many years, and she habitually considers these issues, because most of the upper class in society will not do public welfare in vain. They need reputation.

But her inertial thinking clearly framed Zhang Xiaojian. She didn't know that Zhang Xiaojian was not a traditional rich man in essence, and he did not need fame.

Zhang Xiaojian laughed very relaxedly when he heard Liu Mei’s words, and then picked up the somewhat roasted potato. After a dozen tossing in his hand, the potato cooled slightly. He tore the skin and took a bite. There was a hum, then a faint reply: "If we really care about fame, how can we be Tian Chai Ren? Please understand the meaning of these three words."

Liu Mei put down the enamel cup, the more the three characters of Yue Pin Tian Chai Ren tasted, the more Yue Pin felt that what Zhang Xiaojian was doing was very appropriate.

In the end she showed a bright smile and used the simplest and most straightforward words to compliment: "Boss, awesome."

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