The old carpenter pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, for the sake of the children. I have some scraps here; take them and see if you can use them." He stood up and led Lin Yue and Chen Yu to a pile of wood.

Looking at the timber, Lin Yue's eyes flashed with gratitude: "Grandpa, thank you! This timber is so important to us." She squatted down and carefully examined the quality and size of the timber, already planning how to use it.

On the other side, the educated youth were collecting unused school supplies such as paper and pens from the villagers. They visited each household to explain their education reform plan to the villagers.

"Auntie, do you have any spare paper and pens at home? We'd like to collect them for the children in the village," Li Jing said with a smile as she knocked on a villager's door.

The older woman looked at Li Jing with some doubt: "For the children? That's a good thing. I think I have some here, let me find them for you." The woman turned and went into the house, and a moment later came out with a few pencils and a worn notebook. "Take these, it's not much, but it's a small token of my appreciation." The woman smiled and handed the items to Li Jing.

Li Jing took the items, tears welling in her eyes: "Auntie, thank you! These are very precious to us." She felt the villagers' support for education reform and her heart was filled with strength.

As preparations progressed, Lin Yue and the other educated youth encountered numerous difficulties. The biggest problem was a shortage of funds; the collected materials were far from sufficient to repair the classrooms and purchase new teaching equipment. Furthermore, compiling teaching materials required a significant investment of time and energy, necessitating more knowledge and resources.

One evening, Lin Yue sat at her desk, looking at the meager funds in the ledger, feeling somewhat dejected. She propped her head up with her hand, her brow furrowed, and her eyes revealed a hint of weariness. "Chen Yu, if the funding problem isn't resolved, our plan will be difficult to continue. What should we do?" She turned to Chen Yu, who was organizing documents, her voice slightly hoarse.

Chen Yu walked to Lin Yue's side and gently hugged her. "Yue'er, don't be discouraged. Let's think of another way. We can ask the wealthier households in the village for help, or see if there are other ways to raise funds." His voice was gentle yet firm, trying to comfort and empower Lin Yue.

Lin Yue leaned against Chen Yu's chest and nodded slightly: "Yes, we can't give up. The future of these children rests on our shoulders, we must persevere." She rallied in Chen Yu's arms, and the flame of hope rekindled in her eyes.

In this challenging process, Lin Yue and her partners were not defeated by difficulties. They worked hard for educational reform in the village, each of them carrying love for the children and hope for the future. They knew it was a tough battle, but they were willing to forge ahead for the children's dreams and the long-term development of the village. Their actions gradually spread throughout the village, and more villagers began to pay attention to educational reform, some offering help, others cheering them on. This small village, because of the idea of ​​educational reform, once again witnessed a warm and powerful surge of enthusiasm.

However, in the modern world, Lin Yue's parents still spend every day in pain and worry. They are unaware that their daughter is striving for a great goal in another time and space; they only hope that she can return safely. This connection across time and space is like an invisible thread connecting two different worlds, and the efforts of Lin Yue and her companions in the 1970s seem to be a unique and dazzling color in the tapestry of intertwined fates.

In the village at night, countless stars twinkled, illuminating every corner. Lin Yue stood in the courtyard, gazing at the starry sky, silently praying. She prayed that the education reform would proceed smoothly, that the children would have a bright future, and that her parents wouldn't be too heartbroken. She knew she carried a heavy responsibility, but she was fearless, for her heart held love and hope—the source of her strength to move forward.

At this time of hope and challenge, the idea of ​​educational reform is like a seed, taking root and sprouting in the village, waiting for the day it blossoms and bears fruit. Lin Yue and her partners will be the most diligent gardeners of this seed, watering it with their sweat and wisdom, allowing the flower of education to bloom brilliantly.