Chapter 542 Try to open a window and go out

Author: half west wind half sand

Chapter 542 Try to open a window and go out

"Let's go, brother, my scrambled eggs are delicious. Grandma doesn't often make them, so she's fried them. I'm making white rice today, not corn rice. Let's go..."

Seeing Ji Donglai's refusal, the little boy pulled Ji Donglai's hand hard, pleading on his face.

"Tell grandma, just tell me what I said. I asked you to help me eat. The project really cannot be moved forward. We will build the road tonight. Tomorrow morning you will no longer have to climb that mountain ridge. From now on, you will

The family’s things can also be shipped out from here, and then we can eat white rice every day.”

"If you want to get rich, build roads first. Next time, let's build cement roads. Let's go."

Yan Changcheng said that women and old people in the village often knitted things to sell. In the past, there was no road and they could only carry things out along the mountain ridges that the children climbed. Now that the road is built, it can be regarded as opening a window to the village.

A group of children had already gone down the mountain. The little boy stared at Ji Donglai with big eyes, still unmoved.

"That little sister, take him down the mountain, it will be dark later!"

Seeing that the little boy didn't want to leave, Ji Donglai asked the older children from the same village to pull him down. There was a lot of dust on the construction site, and Ji Donglai couldn't care about other things.

A row of new cement telephone poles has been erected on the mountain ridge. People from the Electricity Bureau are working hard to lay out the wiring. Photovoltaic panels are also being raided. The school wall was built by Lao Wu and his people, and the red bricks were painted white.

The entire exterior wall of the classroom has been painted red. In the center of the courtyard is a newly welded flagpole, and the cement podium is also newly built.

For some reason, looking at everything in front of him, Ji Donglai was happier than having the industry reach the current scale of several hundred million. The teachers in the school gradually stopped working at this time. Every day after school, these people would go to the construction site to help.

The children who live on campus in the upper grades are now returning to school. They live in the new environment created by Ji Donglai and his gang. The dormitory no longer leaks air and the beds are warmer. The children are very happy.

When the lanterns came on, the teacher turned off the school's power switch until no light could be seen in the school.

"Tell the teacher that you don't need to be so economical. It will be bad if the children's eyes are damaged."

Looking at the behavior of the school teacher, Ji Donglai felt uncomfortable while holding his job.

When photovoltaics are not fully generating electricity for the time being, external power supply still costs a lot of money, and teachers are reluctant to part with it.

"Usually, some children who go home far away need to charge their flashlights at the school, and nearby villagers who are particularly difficult at home will use flashlights to charge them. The fees are all recorded in the name of the school."

"These teachers here not only educate children, but also take care of many issues. Although the school is not an old district, there are many heroes here, and there are gravekeepers at the graves. The 129th Division finished the Anti-Japanese War here, and Little Japan

People who bury themselves feel miserable when the Chinese army abandons them all in the ravines for eagles to peck at and wild wolves to eat."

"It was these wounded soldiers who were hiding deep in the mountains who secretly buried the bones. There were puppet troops outside the mountains. These people were worried that the Japanese would come back to dig graves and dig graves, so they buried the bones in these deep mountains and old forests to protect them for generations."

Principal Han picked up the food in the bowl, pointed to the cemetery in the distance and whispered.

This school organizes students to visit the graves there every year, and there are not many old people left in the village now.

"Well, after the road construction is completed, we will bring some things and express condolences. It can be a comfort to these veterans or their descendants. It is not easy to guard the mass graves."

In line with the principle of preferring one village to another, Ji Dong came up with an idea when he came. After dinner, he called the factory and asked someone to deliver food here. According to the current progress, the road will be built tomorrow morning.

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"Lao Hu, why don't you tell this group of people to repair that cemetery?"

In a mountain village far away from the school, two old people were sitting at the door. There was a teapot at the door. The little boy on the kang inside the house who had come to eat with Ji Dong was sleeping soundly.

"Let's just do it. If we repair it, we will be cursed for the rest of our lives. When can we take back the southeast? It will still make sense to repair this place. Otherwise, we will be smashed with eggs after the repair is completed!"

After the old man finished speaking, he stood up slowly, and his wife beside him also stood up slowly and walked into the house with his rickets.

"Crackling..."

"Huh? What's going on!"

I don't know what time it was, but the two old men were woken up by the noise. In their blurred vision, they straightened up.

"Grandpa, the road has been repaired. We can drive down from it in the future. Come and see..."

The little boy ran out of the house shirtless and ran back after a while, chirping at the two old men before they got down to the ground.

I walked out of the house shakily with my cane. In the distance, a motorcade was slowly driving towards the village.

"Grandpa, eldest brother came to our village with some things to offer condolences. He will come to our house soon, and the teacher is also here!"

Pulling two old men, the little boy chirped for a while. The old man tilted his head and could only vaguely see a shadow in front of him.

"You run slower, don't get hit by a car. You have to be careful when you go to school in the future, don't get hit by a car. Don't come to our house. Our family is poor. Old lady, you have prepared two scrambled eggs. If you really come,

If so, you have to let people take a bite."

Wang Guang patted his wife's hand to urge him, and the old lady quickly helped the visitor sit down by the wall while she went to prepare herself.

Under the guidance of Principal Han, Ji Donglai went to the poor households and veteran military households in the village to express condolences one by one. There were not many things, just a bag of rice, a bag of noodles, and a barrel of cooking oil. He was still very happy to receive the condolences.

Almost all the people in the village came out, and the village chief here was quite responsible, holding a cigarette bag in one hand and introducing qualified families one by one.

"This family participated in the Korean War, so they don't need to pay so much. They provide emergency relief regularly and are registered in the policy. This family is from the Anti-Japanese War, so it's a bit difficult..."

The big car finally came into the village, and the whole village gathered around to watch.

The senior children in the school simply acted as laborers, some got on the bus and others helped carry things underneath.

"Brother, when are you going to my house?"

The big car passed by the door of Wang Guangzhi's house, and it just passed by. The little boy followed the car all the way to the end of the village, and then he took Ji Donglai's arm.

"Huh? Where is your home? Are you also a veteran?"

Looking at the little boy's immature face, Ji Donglai was a little surprised. He looked at the village chief, who turned his face to the side with an unnatural expression.

"My grandpa is ninety-five years old. He has beaten old men and killed young Japanese. He still has a piece of shrapnel in his brain. I still have the belongings of the young Japanese captured back then at home."

"The cemetery up there was also built by my grandfather and two other grandfathers back then. Now my grandfather can't walk. He is a veteran. If you don't believe me, ask everyone and the village chief."

Facing Ji Donglai's doubts, the little guy's cheeks bulged.
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