We are leaving the grassland tomorrow. Du Xiaoju kept taking pictures of the camera in her hand, trying hard to leave the light and shadow of youth and youth for Qin Dong.

Qin Dong stopped for a long time in front of a ruined temple.

How could Xiaoju, who is familiar with the story of the Qin family, not knowing that this was Qin Shihuang’s residence when he first arrived at the brigade with his son and daughter.

Qin Dong stroked the old elm tree in the temple yard, as if he saw the happy time of the brother and sister going up and down trees.

This temple was built during the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty and was named "Shishan Temple".

Judging from the walls, the building quality of the temple house is very good. "Anda, I want to rebuild Shishan Temple." Qin Dong looked at Wuritunashun, "If there are good craftsmen on the grassland, you can invite them."

"I didn't dare to build temples a few years ago," Wuritunashun smiled, "It's OK now. Can it be built here?" He pointed to a wall that was about to collapse.

"Yes." Qin Dong replied with great energy, just like the boy who had gone to the grassland back then.

After his father returned to Qinwan, he talked about Shishan Temple many times. Without this temple, there would be no home. Although he never mentioned rebuilding the temple and reshaping the golden body, Qin Dong knew that this was his wish.

"We built a house by the beach two years ago. Here, wood, tile, stone, and wages, is 50,000 yuan enough?" Qin Dong asked. The prices here are cheap, and the materials can be taken and used for themselves.

"Fifty thousand?" Wuritu smiled, "Aren't you a worker? You are not a shepherd's lord! The shepherd's lord doesn't have so much gold, silver and treasures!"

Du Xiaoju looked at them and then quietly raised the camera in her hand.

Qin Dong, who returned to a grassland, put on his Mongolian robe and stood with Wuritunashun. He was all majestic grassland men.

"I send Eji money, don't be reluctant to spend it..." Qin Dong instructed.

Wuritu Nashun smiled and stopped him, "Don't send money anymore. Wuyun Qiqige (Qinnan) goes to school, and you also want to get married. You have to spend money on food and drinks, not like on the grassland. Go back, Eji and the old secretary are waiting for you to have a meal..."

I am about to leave the grassland where I have lived for 10 years? 10 years? Eji's back is even more hunched, and the wind, frost, rain and snow on the grassland? Deep wrinkles are eroded on Eji's face.

But today? Like when he came, Eji still insisted on sending away her son in the oldest way? She was wearing a Mongolian robe and a bright headscarf? She looked at Qin Dong kindly.

The last meal? I will travel far tomorrow, and Eji also held Xiaoju's hand and couldn't bear to spread it. "Wendulehuhan (big girl), did he grow up on the grassland? I have to come back to see if I have time... If you want to eat mutton and milk, please send it to you? Let my brother and sister..."

Feeling Eji's warm and rough hands and listening to her words, Du Xiaoju's eyes turned red.

"Gerriletu, your beer is good!" Although I can't get used to the taste of beer, the old secretary Idrigon still praised. He knew that beer was a good thing, he tasted it during a meeting in the flag.

"Old Secretary? You must go to Qinwan next year to see my brewery? "Qin Dong raised his horse's milk wine? "Looking at it, "Our factory will have another can production line next year, and I will send you new beer..." He looked at the young man younger than him standing by, "If the naughty foal wants to leave the grassland and go to the hills outside to grazing, Geriletu is waiting for your arrival in Qinwan."

This means that these children can come to work at Qinwanrong Beer Factory No. 2 in the future, and the old secretary laughed.

"You can also go to the army's melting pot to exercise. I will talk to Uncle Tank." Qin Dong boldly killed the horse milk wine in the bowl.

Uncle Tank is a native of the Yellow Banner of Xilingol League. Although their fate comes from beer, they become family members from the grassland.

Qin Dong was imagining the future of young people on the grassland. The old secretary looked at the militia company commander Su Yilatu. Su Yilatu smiled and took some money, "Gerriletu, we discussed it. You are going to get married. This is a little money that everyone has raised, and it is our blessing to you..."

Su Yilatu glanced at the old Eji again, "She kept all the money you sent to Eji, and it was all inside..."

Oh, Ma Milk Wine seemed to suddenly stop in her throat, and Qin Dong's eyes were wet... "Old Secretary, I want to build a temple."

How much does it cost to build a temple? "Gerriletu, are you not getting married?" The old man joked with him.

"With such a beautiful girl, don't you marry her back to your yurt?" the militia company commander joked.

"Well, it was the grassland that gave me hope. I want to build another elementary school here..." Qin Dong looked at the children of a half-year-old in the yurt, including Dali Aga's children, who should be at school age.

"Building a temple requires building a school. How much does it cost?" the old secretary planned, "No, no, there is too much money."

"Griletu, aren't you working in a brewery?" Dudley Aga looked at Qin Dong.

"Yes, I have also contracted our brewery, and I have a carton factory," Qin Dong sniffed. He looked at Du Xiaoju. Du Xiaoju got up and took out two passbooks from his bag. Everyone looked at Qin Dong and watched him put the two passbooks on a small table with red wood paint.

"Old Secretary, there are a total of 250,000 yuan here."

"How much?" The old secretary's face suddenly became solemn and serious.

Wuritu Nashun couldn't sit still, so he opened two passbooks. Sure enough, the number on one passbook was "20", there were four zeros behind, and the other was 50,000 yuan.

He opened his double in surprise, "Geltuanda, have you become the shepherd now?"

"I am not the shepherd's lord," Qin Dong smiled, "I am a child of the grassland, just like an eagle in the sky. No matter where I fly, I still have to return to the grassland..."

It was the grassland that allowed him to survive, and gave him a broad mind and hope for life. "This primary school is called Hope Primary School."

In March of this year, history will always remember a man named Xu Yongguang. He started a project to rescue tens of thousands of out-of-school children for 100,000 yuan. This project was named "Hope Project".

During the transition period of Chinese society, in the impetuous mood of the world, in the general distrust of institutions and organizations, and when counterfeit and shoddy industry are rampant, it is a miracle to hope that the project will succeed.

In fact, Qin Dong is more sure of this name. Hopefully, everyone lives for the hope in his heart. He was like this on the grassland when he was doing it, and later when he was brushing a wine bottle. Now he is like this when he returns to the grassland...

...

Everyone was looking at the old secretary. The old secretary was silent for a while, and finally said, "Griletu has the heart of a lamb to feed back the ewes. Building a temple is a good thing, and running a school is also a good thing. This is the will of immortality. We cannot violate the immortality. We have taken this heart..."

Dudley Aga was already crying. Several children in the yurt were looking at their mothers. They were finally able to go to school!

Finally, I was about to travel far again. Just like leaving the grassland many years ago, my relatives filled the tractor with jerky, cheese, and horse milk wine.

Qin Dong quietly pulled Wuritu to the side and handed a passbook to him again, "The money in it is five hundred..."

five hundred?

Wuritu Nashun quickly held Qin Dong's hand, five hundred yuan, which was worth a year's income, "I told the old secretary..."

"Hold it," Qin Dong said without saying a word and stuffed it into his hand, "I'll wait for you in Qinwan..."

He jumped onto the tractor, Wuritu looked at him, and jumped onto the horse.

After walking for about an hour, I don’t know how many beams I have turned over. Du Xiaoju suddenly turned around and found that her relatives were still standing in the place of separation, waving her headscarf. She burst into tears.

"Dadong, Dadong..."

But Qin Dong didn't dare to look back. He was afraid that he would turn around and see Eji's bright headscarf...

Didi-Didi-

The pager sounded around Qin Dong's waist. These days, the pager kept ringing. He took off the pager and tears fell on the pager.
Chapter completed!