Yellow Spring Taboo

Chapter 198 Zhuge Qingyun
According to the navigation and positioning on the car, we drove for nearly four hours before finally arriving at the boundary of the Huangcao Mountains.

This is a stretch of mountains with tens of kilometers of continuous ups and downs, but the mountains in the north are very different from the mountains in the south. There are few trees on the mountains in the north, especially in the current autumn and winter. Looking at the mountains, there are bare places everywhere, except for the yellow withered grass, it is almost difficult to find a little green.

We drove all the way into this mountain range, the more we went in, the more rugged the road was, and the road surface was also very muddy. Fortunately, the drivers here are all old drivers, otherwise ordinary people really can't walk in this kind of road. .

Even so, by the time we got there, my back was drenched in cold sweat, as I felt like I nearly crashed my car a few times along the way.

Finally, we came to the outermost village in this mountain range. After learning that we came in to deliver supplies and warmth, the villagers here received us very warmly. We stayed at the village head’s house for a night that night. Before dawn the next day, under the leadership of some young guys in this village, we sent the supplies we brought to the various villages in the mountain range.

Of course, in addition to delivering supplies, my main purpose is to find the whereabouts of Zhuge Qingyun, so every time we go to a village, Huo Liang and I will ask if they know an old man named Zhuge Qingyun.

But to our disappointment, we sent supplies in this mountain range for three days in a row, until finally all the things we brought were almost sent out, and we couldn't find Zhuge Qingyun.

On the third night, Huo Liang and I both seemed a little discouraged. Huo Liang even wondered if Jiao Yuchen was teasing me. Zhuge Qingyun was not in the Yellow Grass Mountain Range.

But I firmly believe that Yang Tianji Jiao Yuchen can't lie to me, and as early as when I entered this mountain range, I had a very strange feeling in my heart, that feeling couldn't be explained, it was like Nine Yin Fate anyway It is the same as a kind of induction between grids.

I believe my intuition, Zhuge Qingyun must be in this mountain range, and I can be sure that he is still alive.

Early the next morning, we only had some textbooks left, and there are dozens of villages in this mountain range, and all the villages add up to one elementary school.

This elementary school is located in a place called Qingshan Village, which is about five or six kilometers away from our current location. Don’t think that five or six kilometers is very close. It only takes a few minutes to drive in the city, but in this rugged mountain Among them, it takes at least two or three hours to go across the mountains and mountains, and it is said that some children even have to cross two cliffs in order to go to school.

In fact, I have heard these things before, but at that time, I just felt that the children in the mountains were suffering, and I didn’t have any personal experience. Now that I am personally on the scene, when I personally experience the process of those children’s schooling, the feelings in my heart are naturally more profound.

At about eleven o'clock in the morning, Huo Liang and I finally arrived at the only elementary school in the mountain range with brand new textbooks and some school supplies.

This elementary school looks very dilapidated, there are only two classrooms made of mud, the outside of the classrooms is muddy, there is no playground, and the only entertainment place is the rusty basketball hoop.

At this time, the sound of Lang Lang reading was coming from the two classrooms. There were two classes in total, and each class had about twenty students. Every student in the class was dressed very thinly, and their little faces were flushed from the cold, but Even so, they read very hard, and the sound of reciting was endless in the mountains.

There are two people teaching, a female teacher in her 40s and an old man with gray hair.

According to the villagers who brought us here, this female teacher is a college student who passed the examination in the mountains. She originally had the opportunity to work in the city, but in order to repay the village, she resolutely returned to the mountains after graduation to teach the children in the mountains to read and write. , has been almost 20 years.

And the old man with gray hair is the principal of this school. He built every brick and tile of this school. It has been almost 40 years. The old man has taught here for several generations in the past 40 years. The children in the mountains know this school. Opportunities are hard-won, so I study very hard. In the past few decades, many college students have gone abroad.

Speaking of this, the face of the villager who brought us was full of pride, and he was full of admiration for the old man.

I walked to the window of the classroom, looked at the children who were studying hard inside, and then looked at the old man on the podium who was dying but was very serious about taking notes on the textbooks, and my heart was inevitably touched.

To be honest, I can't tell the old man's age, he looks about 70 or [-] years old in a blink of an eye, but for a moment, I feel as if he is over a hundred years old.

The old headmaster held a black ruler in his hand. At this time, he interrupted the children who were reading aloud, and began to point to the blackboard with the ruler and said, his movements were a little slow, and his voice was very hoarse, but He still spoke very hard, and the students below were also listening carefully, taking notes non-stop, for fear of missing anything.

Soon, after a get out of class was over, the students began to move around freely, and the old principal also hurriedly walked up to us from the classroom and held my hand for the first time.

The old principal seemed very excited, as if the batch of textbooks we sent had a great effect on them. Afterwards, I asked Huo Liang and the others to distribute these textbooks and school supplies, and those children were also happy from ear to ear. He kept chattering in front of Huo Liang and the others.

Huo Liang, who is usually a rich man, had a lot of feelings at this time, and decided to donate a sum of money to create a better learning environment for the students here after he went back.

Out of gratitude to us, the old principal insisted on letting us stay and have lunch before leaving, saying that he would get it after class.

I didn't refuse either, so I stayed with Huo Liang and the others. I was also deeply touched by this line of work, especially after I finally came to this school to see all this, I felt like breaking a five-flavored bottle in my heart. taste.

If it is said that a large part of the reason I sent those supplies to the villages in this mountain range was to find Zhuge Qingyun, then at this time, I have completely lost that idea.

I came to this school because I wanted to make some contributions to the children in this mountain village. As for Zhuge Qingyun's whereabouts, he would definitely not be in this place. Perhaps Zhuge Qingyun was not in these villages, but hid in this mountain range Somewhere among them, they live an uncontested life outside the world.

Then the old principal and the female teacher went to work in the simple kitchen, the soldiers brought by Huo Liang rushed to help, and Huo Liang and I played with these children here .

Playing with these innocent children, I also feel that my heart has been greatly touched and cleansed. Today I plan to put aside the matter of the curse bone, and after today, I will think of other ways to find the curse bone. The fall of the bone.

Soon the food was ready, the old headmaster gave each of the students here a copy, and finally our group sat down around a table of eight immortals.

Although the food is not rich, it is very delicious. The old principal is also very enthusiastic towards us, and he is very good at wine. He always toasts us with four cups on a wine plate during the meal. One drink is four One cup, eight cups, or even twelve cups will directly make Huo Liang and the wine masters completely drunk.

I'm not good at drinking, but I can't get rid of the enthusiasm of the old principal, and I'm a little drunk, but the old principal's capacity for alcohol is surprisingly good. After drinking a catty of highland barley wine by myself, my face doesn't blush and my heart doesn't beat. The female teacher said that the old principal had no hobbies in his life, but he liked wine and drank it every meal, and he had never been seen drunk.

Immediately, I gave the old principal a thumbs up in admiration, and then asked the old principal what is the year, and who is his last name!

The old headmaster smiled at me, and handed me the wine tray containing four glasses of wine, and replied, "I have two out of one hundred this year, named Zhuge Qingyun!"

(End of this chapter)