Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 169 Muya Elementary School

Yu Peihuan glanced at the image sent by Li Zhixian, and whispered in her ear by Shunmao:

"Don't make a fuss, the tantric instruments used to pray for blessings and protect the body in the snow area are very common. The real Gabala beads are ground from the brow and finger bones voluntarily donated by the lamas with mana. It has a history, it’s not something evil.”

"Then what if it's fake?" Li Zhixian asked in a lower voice.

"Most of the fake Gabalas are made of animal bones. There are cow bones, sheep bones, snake bones and wolf legs. They are deceptive things in tourist areas. If you give them to you, you might dare to use them to make soup."

"Bah, bah, don't confuse us Bamin people with Lingnan people.

Most of them are animal bones, what about the other half? "

"There are still a small half of the things that Lingnan people dare not use to make soup. It won't do you any good to know."

Li Zhixian lay on the back of Mr. Yak thoughtfully.

Liang De, who was watching this mission record, was also thoughtful.

There are also things that we Lingnan people dare not use to make soup?

Isn't that more terrifying than the magic weapon of the evil sect!

The two yaks kept their heads on the road, because they turned over another mountain and did not arrive at Muya Township on the other side of the mountain until dusk.

Judge Danba Dorji drove his yak to the pastoral area on the edge of Muya Township alone. The guide took Li Zhixian and Yu Peihuan to Muya Township Central Primary School, where they were greeted by an elderly woman in her 50s.

This old woman named Dorje Huamao had fierce eyes, a face full of dimples, a few cracks on her lips that made it uncomfortable to see, and her voice was dry and short, as if she was very impatient.

She is 56 years old this year and is the principal of this rural primary school. She is also the Chinese teacher of the fourth grade and the logistics manager. She is responsible for the meals of more than 200 people in the school.

During the conversation with Dorje Huamao, Li Zhixian and Yu Peihuan had a general understanding of the general situation of Muya Township Central Primary School, which was basically consistent with what they learned at the Evil Disaster Bureau.

Muya Township is three to four hundred kilometers away from the county seat. There are eleven administrative villages in the territory. The total population is less than four thousand. The annual per capita net income is only a little over one thousand. many.

Because the land is barren, it is difficult for the villagers to live by farming and grazing. Most people have to pay a mountain price of varying amounts every year to dig Cordyceps for a living. In recent years, the Brazilian Railway has been connected to the county. There are also many people.

There are a total of 243 students studying in Muya Township Central Primary School, most of whom are extremely impoverished students. There are only [-] or [-] day students, and among the [-] or [-] day students, many are left-behind children.

There are a total of eight classes in this elementary school, two classes for each of the first and second grades, and one class for each of the remaining four grades. They are basically small classes with about 22 students. The number of students in the sixth grade is the smallest, with only [-] students.

Even so, there are still not enough teachers in Muya Township Central Primary School. There are only a few old teachers teaching at the school all year round.

Occasionally, college students come here to teach, but they don't stay for long.

The backcountry is not something that can be overcome by overcoming it. The ideal is very lofty, and the toilet is disgusting. Just a problem with going to the toilet can make many people from outside miserable, just want to get out as soon as possible.

Dorje Huamao took Li Zhixian and Yu Peihuan to the place where they lived. It was a utility room that had not been cleared out for a long time. It was so low and narrow that it looked like a dim light that could hardly hold a 3-watt light bulb. Li Zhixian wrinkled his nose as if he smelled an unpleasant smell.

Dorje Huamao hunched over and handed the keys to the two girls, staring unceremoniously at Li Zhixian and Yu Peihuan with bloodshot eyes.

"Stay in the room at night and don't go out, and don't leave school during the day, there are wolves."

Yu Peihuan held Dorje Huamao's hand and said softly, "Understood, thank you for your hard work today."

Dorje Huamao suddenly clenched Yu Peihuan's hands, and his old face was almost pressed against Yu Peihuan's.

"You are not allowed to leave the school, and you are not allowed to follow the students to their homes. You must leave as soon as you are done teaching volunteer work. Do you hear me?"

Seeing Yu Peihuan frowning slightly, Li Zhixian immediately stepped forward to hold Dorje Huamao's hand, and asked Yu Peihuan to pull it out.

"Grandma, we know, we will definitely not leave school."

Dorje Huamao took a deep look at the two girls, and walked out of the room without saying a word.

After a while, Li Zhixian smelled the smell in the air, and said to Yu Peihuan:

"It has gone far, this person is a bit weird."

Yu Peihuan shook her head and said, "There is no evil in her, she is just an ordinary old lady."

Li Zhixian lay down on the lower bunk of the iron bed as if discouraged:

"I thought I would be able to find the mastermind as soon as I arrived, so I flew back to Xiangbei at night to ask Lao Huang for a late-night snack, and killed him twice."

"How can it be so easy? The Brazil Evil Disaster Bureau also has many strong players. This year, four supporting college students and six students disappeared. They searched for two months, no one was dead or dead, and they had no choice but to apply for support from the General Administration. .”

"Hey, what kind of strong player can Brazil have? Every year, the national system competition is either the last one or the second last one."

"Don't let your colleagues in Brazil hear what you said, it will have a bad influence."

"So what if I hear it, I'm not afraid."

"Okay, let's not talk about this, what are you going to teach tomorrow?"

"... Chinese, I will take those children to read the text."

"Well, I've always been very silly in your Mandarin, so you can't be foolish." Yu Peihuan teased with a smile.

Li Zhixian took the key given by Dorje Huamao and turned back to lock the door, baring his teeth and claws:

"You little girl, you dare to make fun of me, Kukuku, no one can save you today even if you yell and break your throat!"

"Help!" Yu Peihuan hugged a calico pillow, pretending to be scared, "Don't come here in a hurry!"

Li Zhixian pounced on him like a big cat, circling the pillow with his hands as if to scratch Yu Peihuan's itch.

Yu Peihuan was out of breath from laughing before being scratched enough, and buried half of her face in the calico pillow and couldn't stop laughing.

In the screen of the mission record, there was a flutter of chickens and dogs in the narrow room.

"Hah hiss."

Liang De pressed the pause button, clutching his chest as if his heart rate was overloaded, but his eyes were as bright as the morning stars at dawn.

It was not what I expected.

Nothing can escape the eyes of my hunk Ade!

Liang Deteng jumped up and ran downstairs to buy a two-liter bottle of citrus juice at the post booth near the evil disaster bureau, and bought two boxes of sweet strawberry-flavored Pocky and several bags of potato chips and shrimp crackers before returning to The Confidential Dossier of the Archives Section continues to watch the drama.

The light turned off and on again, Li Zhixian rubbed his eyes and pushed open the door, breathing heavily in the morning air.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the morning reading class of Muya Township Central Primary School is still an hour away.

Yu Peihuan unfolded a miniature magic circle for long-distance observation in his pupils, and he had a panoramic view of the scenes inside and outside the school gate.

Day students carrying handmade cloth schoolbags arrived one after another. Dorje Huamao stood hunched next to the school gate, staring at a little girl who was a little taller than the others in the distance.

(End of this chapter)