Chapter 028 Amazing

"Cousin, are you looking for me?"

As soon as Bi Ziyao opened her mouth, Zhao Ba was scared again. No, to be precise, she should be overjoyed. Because Zhao Ba Neng has never heard that a woman's voice can be so "moisturizing".

Moisturizing means that Bi Ziyao's voice will neither be amazing nor inaudible. Even if it is just a normal dialogue, the voice made by Bi Ziyao sounds like a piano in Zhao Ba Neng.

After a brief introduction to Zhao Ba Neng, Bi Xiang told Bi Ziyao that Zhao Ba Neng planned to donate a primary school in Bali Shop.

"Really?"

Bi Ziyao's pupils flashed with excitement, and her eyes looking at Zhao Ba Neng also became hot.

Zhao Ba can know that this "hot" look is only aimed at the primary school to be established, or to be precise, his wallet. But he was still fascinated by Bi Ziyao's eyes. At such a age, Zhao Ba Neng was fascinated by the woman's eyes for the second time. Under the starry eyes of Bi Ziyao, Zhao Ba could not know that there were several normal men who could escape.

"Are you the teacher here?"

"Well, the only teacher."

At Bi Xiang's suggestion, Bi Ziyao took Zhao Ba Neng to visit the school of Bali Shop.

The road is very steep. Zhao Ba can use his eyesight and doesn't see anything like a school. Except for the shabby stone thatched house, it is a shabby stone thatched house.

"There is no primary school, no middle school, no kindergarten, and only one teacher, that is me. My students range from three to thirteen years old. After most students reach the age of 13, their parents do not agree with them to continue their studies and ask them to go home to help work. There is a strong helplessness in Bi Ziyao's tone.

Strictly speaking, Bi Ziyao is not qualified to be a teacher, because she is neither a teacher with national qualifications nor a university.

Hearing Bi Ziyao say that she didn't go to college, Zhao Ba Neng nodded secretly. A treasure like Bi Ziyao buried in the gravel, if he goes to college, he must be arched by those boring pigs, can it still be kept until now?

"It's here!"

This is the school of Balipu.

Is this the school of Balipu?

This is the school of Bali Shop!

Where Stone Mountain is about to reach the top of the mountain, one may be due to weathering or geological changes, such as the long cracks formed by earthquakes, like the ferocious mouth of Stone Mountain! Zhao Ba can visually measure the length of the crack, and the highest place is about three meters, with a depth of no more than eight meters. The position that allows Bi Ziyao to stand tall is only about three meters deep into the mountain from the crack.

The original ground was full of ferocious stones. After being laid with more gravel, it became a "classroom". There is no desk. The better thing is to put a rotten board on the two stones, and the big stones that bulge the ground are also students' desks.

The so-called podium is located in a high position, with a wooden door panel. Bi Ziyao does not have a desk. Next to the wooden door panel that acts as a blackboard, there is a cabinet that does not know the age. There are still several books on the cabinet, if it can still become a book.

When several children saw Bi Ziyao, they all called "Teacher Bi" affectionately, and then leaned closer to Bi Ziyao, looking at Zhao Ba Neng, who was neatly dressed.

The boys here are basically undressed, while the girls are wearing some old school uniforms that are obviously from schools in the city, but the color has faded and the size does not fit well.

"Every year we can still receive some donations, some textbooks, books, and these school uniforms." Bi Ziyao explained a little and asked the children to go back to do their own things.

"You teach these children in such a school... Uh-huh," Zhao Ba touched his nose vigorously. He didn't know whether he could keep calm. He has never seen such a school, such a teacher, and such students.

"I'm 20 years old this year. In fact, I only graduated from junior high school, and then my family didn't have money to let me continue to study, because my parents passed away when I was 12 years old. That year, a mountain torrent broke out. They saved me and my grandmother, but..."

After taking a deep breath, Bi Ziyao didn't seem to want to mention the past, and her only relative, Grandma, also couldn't do it when Bi Ziyao was 15 years old. Bi Ziyao, who lost her food and clothing, could only leave her beloved school. With excellent grades, she is very popular with teachers at school. When she heard that she had to return to Balipu, her head teacher, a caring lady, provided her with a complete set of high school study materials and junior high school teaching auxiliary books.

"I remember that before leaving, Mr. Lin said, "Ziyao, your village is poor because there is no knowledge." If you go back to Balipu, you can impress the next generation there, even if it is enough to let them know more words and know more about the outside world, it is enough to change their lives. It doesn't matter if you are poor. The key is to know how to learn. We can be poor, but we can't be comfortable with poverty, and we can continue to be poor from generation to generation!"

“... I am a teacher, and that's all I can do. Ziyao, after you return to Balipu, if you need anything, you must come to me, and I will do my best to help you! If you can't leave Balipu, I hope you can become a teacher and educating people like Mr. Lin. You are kind and patient, and you will definitely become an excellent soul engineer.

What Mr. Lin said when he left school echoed in Bi Ziyao's mind again.

"Actually, I'm ashamed that so far I can't give my children a real reading environment, and I can't even give them new textbooks and pencils..." Bi Ziyao's eyes turned red. She was blaming herself because she felt that this should be a teacher's responsibility.

"It's not your fault!"

What he saw has made Zhao Ba understand that Bi Ziyao, a teacher, may not be recognized by the government. She will not have a salary, let alone select any excellent teacher. I'm afraid that the parents of these children can provide to Bi Ziyao with some grain or local specialties.

Bi Ziyao not only wants to teach, but also looks at those children who are less than five or six years old. I'm afraid that Bi Ziyao is still serving as a nanny and kindergarten teacher. Of course, the children of poor families are in charge early, even if they are only five or six years old, and their behavior seems to be so mature.

"Papa!"

Bi Ziyao wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and attracted the children's attention with applause.

"Uncle Zhao promised to send us a new school so that we can have new textbooks, real pencils and homework books. What should you say?"

A dozen children of various sizes suddenly stood straight, and then bent down neatly to Zhao Ba Neng: "Thank you, Uncle Zhao!" Thank you, Uncle Zhao!"

The children spoke standard Mandarin and kept bowing to Zhao Ba Neng. Several older children's eyes turned red.

The scene in front of him suddenly confused Zhao Ba, who was self-respecting and knowledgeable.

"No, you can't do this. You're welcome. You're really welcome! Ziyao, let them stop quickly. I, I can't afford it!"

Yes, Zhao Ba Neng is very painful. His original intention was to fund the Bali shop. His original intention was to build the line of the secretary of the listing party committee. Repairing the school was just a means, and Zhao Ba Neng even thought about giving up at one time.

But now, looking at the grateful eyes and crystal tears of those children, Zhao Ba can really want to slap himself: such a teacher, such a child, if he reuses them, isn't it better than beasts? He remembered the famous people he had seen, who built the school but didn't give him the money to buy a desk. Even after building a school and getting the "XXX funding", he became famous.

"I must build this school!"

gritting his teeth, Zhao Ba could open his hands and said to Bi Ziyao and the children, "Don't worry! I will definitely build a primary school in Balipuzi in the shortest time, not only a school, but also a road for you, so that you don't have to nest in this poor valley all your life, bring in the outside world, and let you go out! I just hope that in the future, each of you will not forget that you are born as a person of Balipu, die as a ghost of Balipu, and your roots are in this poor valley of Balipu. What you should not forget is Teacher Ziyao, a kind person who enlightens you!"

Children may not understand the second half of Zhao Ba Neng's sentence, but the first half of the sentence is enough to make them happy.

At the beginning, their fear of Zhao Ba Neng was gone. They gathered around one after another, and the bold children pouted their little mouths and went to kiss Zhao Ba Neng.

The dirty little face is covered with dirt, but Zhao Ba Neng doesn't feel dirty at all. He squatted down and let the children's mouths drown him. He has never felt so satisfied and happy in his life.

"All right, all back to your seats!" Bi Ziyao slapped the children away from Zhao Ba Neng.

After the school visit, Bi Ziyao took Zhao Ba down the mountain after arranging the students.

"Why choose such a high place as a school?"

"When it rains heavily, it's the safest place. And it's cool in summer in the cracks of the rocks..."

Zhao Ba can understand.

It's cool in summer, but I'm afraid it will freeze to death in winter. Most of the Bali shops are bare stone mountains, and Zhao Ba can't believe that Bi Ziyao will have the ability to raise a fire in the "teacher" every day, not to mention that such an environment may not be useful to raise the fire.

"I will arrange it as soon as possible. You can discuss with the secretary to choose a place. Well, although the road is a little rotten, it is not a big problem for building materials to pull in. At first, the school does not need to be too big. After all, there are few children, but we must ensure safety and comfort!"

Zhao Ba can calculate, and his eyes are not looking at Bi Ziyao at all.

But Bi Ziyao has been looking at Zhao Ba Neng.

Suddenly, Zhao Ba could feel the warmth of his cheeks and the touch of rubbing, which made his heart ripple.