Wang Yong worked hard and the soup dumplings he made with great difficulty were just freshly released. Before he could taste it, Dazhuang and Zhang Mei, who were returning home, and his wife Yuanyuan, were squeezed out of the kitchen.

Then Wang Yong could only stand at the kitchen door with great anger and helplessness and shouted: "Leave some for me, don't eat them all!"

"What are you leaving some for you? What delicious food did you make?"

Wang Yong didn't have to look back and knew that it was his uncle who came, and there was another person's footsteps.

"Haha, I smelled it like a crab, and the aroma of meat and noodles."

"Wow, godmother, your nose is as good as the dog's nose!"

Wang Yong turned around and looked at his godmother in surprise, as well as his uncle holding a newspaper in his hand. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he caused his uncle to scold him.

"You bastard, how old you are, why can't you even say something human!"

"Ah, blame me, blame me, I'm bald, I'm just talking!"

Wang Yong also understood that he had indeed said the wrong thing just now. He raised his eyes and looked carefully at his godmother. When he saw her smiling and kind-hearted look, he felt his heart in his stomach.

"I said you are too spoiled by him, right? Look at how old you are, and you don't feel embarrassed if you don't do serious business all day. You don't know that when we came this morning, this kid was still sleeping stupidly! If there weren't so many people with him, I would have to help him have a long memory."

After saying that, the uncle glared at Wang Yong with serious dissatisfaction. Looking at the meaning, he was eager to try it out, and seemed to be planning to come up and use the inhumane "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" on him.

Wang Yong still remembered that move that Kanglong had regrets this morning. When he thought about it, he trembled and his whole body was furrowed. Uncle was too cruel and didn't hold back at all. The big slap was no longer possible. His butt hurt again.

"Godmom, come and have a soup bun, it's so delicious."

Zhang Mei and her wife appeared at the kitchen door, each holding a plate, and a broken soup dumpling was placed in the plate. The strong fragrance kept hitting people's noses, causing the uncle to clench his hands and let go.

OK, it turns out that my uncle didn't want to torture himself, but was seduced by the soup dumplings he made! Thinking of this, Wang Yong tried his best to suppress the urge to run back to the room and flip out the camera to record it for him.

Unexpectedly, my uncle still looks so cute. He is like a greedy child. He wants to eat but can't hide his face, so he just waits for someone to ask him!

"Uncle is here too! Uncle comes quickly. The soup buns are delicious. At this moment, Brother Dazhuang has eaten three of them. I don't know how his mouth looks, so he is not afraid of being hot at all."

Yuanyuan saw that her uncle was also there, so she quickly invited her uncle. At the same time, Zhang Mei had turned around and entered the kitchen. After a while, she brought out two plates with soup dumplings and chopsticks.

"Godmother, uncle, please try it quickly. I don't know how this kid made it. It tastes much better than the so-called authentic Xiaolong we ate in Tianhai."

At this time, my uncle was still stubborn.

"Is that so? This guy? Everything you do is for two and a half days. If you say he has this talent, just learn from your Uncle Zhang. He is a master. If ordinary people have this opportunity, they should not go to the temple to burn incense and kowtow to thank the Buddha? But what about this guy?"

No matter how much I said, my uncle's hand was not idle either. He reached out and took the plate from Zhang Mei's hand. As soon as he reached out, he saw the newspaper in his hand, he remembered that he had something to look for Wang Yong for some serious matters.

"Newspaper, yours! Take a good look! Don't always know how to cherish your blessings. Look at what kind of life are the children in the mountains?"

After saying that, seeing Wang Yong standing there stupidly without opening his mouth, and not reaching out to take the newspaper, the uncle glared and suddenly stepped forward a few steps, stuffing the newspaper into Wang Yong's arms.

"Uncle, are you talking about the matter organized by the Municipal Youth League Committee? My sister and I were about to talk about this to Wang Yong."

Yuanyuan reluctantly put down her chopsticks and said to her uncle with a serious look on her face. This made Wang Yong a little curious. This looks like her wife is rare in normal times!

My wife is a person with a broad mind and a slow man. She always looks like she smiles. This look is rare.

Thinking of this, Wang Yong raised his hand and grabbed the newspaper that was forced into his arms by his uncle. While complaining secretly, he was very curious to see what was written in it, so that his wife would pay so much attention to it.

"Who is still reading newspapers these days? The things in this broken thing can't be fake anymore. How can you read it on the Internet be real?"

"What are you muttering about?"

I don’t know if Wang Yong muttered a little louder, or if his uncle has achieved success in practicing magic skills recently, rejuvenated and his hearing has increased so much that he actually heard it.

"No, I didn't say anything. You should eat it quickly. This soup dumpling is the best when it is hot. It tastes a little worse when it is cold."

Seeing that the uncle was not angry at him, he lowered his head and started to compete with the soup dumplings. Wang Yong guiltily wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, causing the "giggle" chuckle between his wife and Zhang Mei.

Wang Yong glared at the two gloating guys, opened the newspaper, and read it while reading it.

"The official seal of the neighborhood committee has become a universal seal!"

"Not this version!"

"That's not it!"

"This is wrong!"

Uncle, Zhang Mei, and his wife Yuanyuan shouted in unison. At the same time, they all looked at Wang Yong with bad eyes, which means that if you are playing tricks again, don’t blame us for jointly attacking you?

"Oh, how could I know what you want me to see? I thought you were going to discuss with me the legality of the official seal of the neighborhood committee?"

Seeing that the three of them were silenced at the same time and were moving towards their own positions, Wang Yong muttered aggrievedly while quickly flipping through the newspaper. At the same time, he read out the line of black-spoken titles on it without having time to get out of his mind.

"Call from the depths of the mountains!"

This time, no one needs to remind him, and Wang Yong also knew that they wanted to read this article.

Because the picture below the main title in the newspaper caught Wang Yong's gaze the moment he saw it.

It was a child sitting at a shabby and inconspicuous desk. Let’s call it that way, because Wang Yong really couldn’t imagine how there was such a desk now, or it shouldn’t be called a desk.

The desk is the same style as the desk used by Wang Yong when he was a child. Both are old-fashioned wooden double desks, which are the old-fashioned desks that are often marked out by everyone when they were young.

However, even the desk that Wang Yong used nearly twenty years ago was much better than the one in the photo. At least the desk he used would not worry that it would fall apart at any time, nor would it not even be so ragged at the bottom of the desk.

There is no flat area on the desktop at all, so that children who use it have to use a thick textbook to plaster under it and then put the homework book on the textbook to write smoothly.

Two of the four legs of the desk were obviously broken, and they were replaced by two wooden sticks with very inconsistent legs that were not even peeled from the skin.

The stool that the child in the photo sat on made Wang Yong feel sore after seeing it. Not to mention that all the chairs with backrests and adjustable heights in the schools in the Mid-Level School are now used, so the children are no longer allowed to sit on stools. Even if they are still using stools, there is no such shoddy stool in the school?

Four wooden sticks of varying thickness, the thickest one is the thickest one for adults, and the thinest one is a little thicker than the thumb. A three-piece board I don’t know where to find it as a stool surface, so the handmade ones may not be able to see even the children in kindergarten.

Although the child in the photo had messy hair and had a small face that had not been washed well in a few days, his clothes were torn, but his straight waist, serious expression on his face, and the pencil barely grasped in his hand suddenly touched Wang Yong, making him unable to wait to finish the whole article seriously.

This is from a mountain primary school in the deep mountains of the Manchu Autonomous County in the northernmost part of the city. Now that computer education has been popularized in other parts of the city, the children here can only look at what the computer looks like through TV or newspaper photos, and many children can even imagine it in their own minds.

This county, with an area of ​​more than 3,000 square kilometers surrounded by mountains, has a total population of only more than 500,000. It is distributed in eleven towns and fourteen townships.

This is located at the eastern end of the Yanshan Mountains, with a saddle-shaped terrain. There is the main peak of Dushan, the highest peak in the port city, with an altitude of 1,846 meters.

There are many rivers in the territory, and the water volume is quite abundant. At the same time, there is the largest reservoir in the port city, Taolinkou Reservoir, which is also the largest source of drinking water in the entire city.

The county has a lot of forest resources and natural resources. However, due to inconvenient transportation, it is not effectively developed, so many villagers living in mountainous areas are still very poor.

This is the case with the primary school reported in the newspaper. Although the school has built five brick and tile houses for teaching purposes with the funds allocated by the state and the support of the county, other supporting facilities are extremely lacking.

There were not enough tables, chairs and benches, so I had to use old desks that had been used for fifty or sixty years to make up the numbers, and the standards were uniform from first grade to sixth grade. Sixth grade students were frustrated, while first grade students could not reach the table without touching their feet on the ground.

There are almost no sports or music teaching equipment here, and there are not enough teachers. Even a few tape recorders are used to eliminate the old goods from other schools in the county, and they will go on strike from time to time.

When the school was newly built, a room was left as a music classroom for children. There were also some broken gongs inside. The better instruments were only an electronic piano donated by a kind-hearted person not long ago and there was enough recorder for each class of students.

Sports equipment is even more miserable. The only thing that can become sports equipment is basketball. This basketball was taken by a teacher from a relative's house. It was bought by someone for his six-year-old child to play.

Since most of the students here are far away from home, they eat at school at noon, but the school’s kitchen cannot be called a kitchen. They only have an almost open-air pot, and the teacher takes turns to cook for the students. It’s hard to eat enough and don’t tell me that they’re ready to eat.

The worst thing is the library. Because there is not enough houses, the library does not even have a separate place, so it can only be moved to the teacher's office. Even so, there are not many decent books here. In addition to the few newspapers and impurities assigned by the school, there are only some extracurricular reading materials contributed by the teachers themselves. (Want to know more exciting news about "The Little Farmer Returning to Hometown"? Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign in the upper right corner, select Add a friend to add an official account, search for "qidianzhongwenwang", follow the official account, and you will never miss every update again!) (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwenxue, novels are better and faster!

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