CHAPTER 50

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    But Mr. Zhao hasn’t told Zhao Xiangyang about these things. After all, when his mother left, he was just learning to speak. I’m afraid he doesn’t even remember the fucking appearance now, so he let him go, I’m afraid he is not willing. .

    If there is a way for Zhao Xiangyang to study here, that would be great.

    Bai Su saw that the expression on the old man’s face was very complicated, and it didn’t look like he didn’t want the child to study. After thinking about it, Bai Su said, “Actually, I told Captain Zhao today and asked him to follow him to react. See if we can set up an elementary school in Yanzitun, so that the children can study in the village." When Grandpa

    Zhao heard this, his muddy eyes suddenly lit up and asked, "Can this work? Run an elementary school." You have to spend a lot of money, right?"

    Bai Su has thought about this in private. According to the current conditions of Yanzitun, it should be possible to support a primary school. If the official approval from above is obtained, the children’s tuition and textbook fees will be The only thing that can be reimbursed at public expense is the problem of teachers. There are no educated people in the village, so you can only find them from outside. They are too remote here, and I am afraid that no one wants to come.

    However, there are hundreds of educated youths in the entire Changqiao Commune. When the time comes to mobilize among these people, there may be someone really willing to come.

    "In terms of money, don't think about it for the elderly. I only ask you, do you support this? If you do, I will go to Captain Zhao and ask him to start the mobilization meeting. You will always respond. The people in the Tunli probably agreed to it. You said it’s okay?” Bai Su said with a serious expression, remembering Captain Zhao’s somewhat persevering appearance, and just continued: “As for the commune, if Captain Zhao I can’t figure it out, I’ll also help to talk about it when the time comes.” When Mr.

    Zhao heard this, he was both happy and worried. Fortunately, if the doll in this village really has a book to read, maybe Zhao Xiangyang can’t do it. I'm gone; what's worrying is that the people in this village are not easy to fool around. You can't fool around with just a few words. Although he is the patriarch and speaks a lot, if he can't convince the crowd, there will still be voices of opposition.


    "Comrade Bai, do you want me to consider it again?" Grandpa Zhao frowned and knocked on the table with a cigarette stick, but Grandma Zhao on the side was anxious: "Father, what are you thinking about? Do you really want to make Xiangyang his mother? Will you take him away? I heard that she gave birth to another son and a daughter. If we go to the county seat, can she treat him well?"

    Bai Su doesn't know the inside story, so it's not easy to interrupt. Elder Zhao only replied: "How do you say Xiang Yang is her own son, so you can't treat him well, so don't worry about it..." He said, still just silent, and after a while Dialogue Su said: "Comrade Bai, otherwise you will be busy first, and if I want to understand later, I will go to the ancestral hall to find you."

    Although Bai Su felt a little helpless in his heart, he didn't show it on his face. He just nodded and said: "That's all right, I'm waiting for your old man in the ancestral hall."

    ****** After

    lunch, Xu Jianan and Bai Su came out of Zhao Desheng's house. Both of them were silent. Bai Su thought about the elementary school who just said. Things are frowning; Xu Jian'an still has no expression on his face, as if the other party's affairs are not at all interested.

    It's just that when he saw that Bai Su was walking slowly, he slowed down calmly and waited for her to follow.

    The summer afternoon was very hot. Although Bai Su was wearing a straw hat, her cheeks were still red. She was thinking about her heart. When she raised her head, she saw Xu Jianan waiting for her in the shade of the tree. Jump.

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