Chapter 326 Teacher Feng
The village chief's face froze: "Ah?"
He Nanxi and Vivian almost laughed out loud.
The village chief just acted pitifully and pretended to be poor, how could they not know what was going on?
It's just that they are from outside and I want to make some money from them.
So she and Vivian didn't say anything, but unexpectedly, Lin Ruoyi's words silenced the village chief.
Seeing that the village chief was silent, Lin Ruoyi said doubtfully:
"Aunt Yang just told us that your son is quite promising. He's a college graduate and works at the Fu Corporation, a large company in Kyoto. He's an executive there, making a million a year. He's so rich, and so kind. He even built your house into a school. If you donate some money to this child, she won't feel so sorry for herself. It'll be good for you, good for her, and good for everyone."
The village chief only felt the veins on his forehead throbbing:
"Then why don't you donate?"
Lin Ruoyi: "Because I have no money."
Sincerity is indeed a killer move.
The village chief's face turned green.
I thought they were just a few suckers, but it turned out they were all poor guys.
You don’t even have any money, and you still have the nerve to do charity?
His originally enthusiastic expression immediately turned cold, and he spoke indifferently:
"You don't understand. Every family has its own difficulties. I'm willing to help, but Xiaoyao doesn't want to accept it."
"Whether you're willing to accept it or not, just ask. I'll ask for you. Xiaoyao, wait a minute!"
Village Chief: ???
"Just shut up!"
Lin Ruoyi looked innocent: "Village Chief, why are you angry?"
village head:……
"Okay, you guys go shopping by yourselves. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
The village chief left a few words and turned away. His back actually looked like he was fleeing in panic.
He Nanxi couldn't help laughing:
"Ruoyi is awesome."
Lin Ruoyi scratched her head: "I'm telling the truth."
He Nanxi looked at this poor village and sighed:
"With a village chief like this, it's impossible for this village to become rich. With a parasite like this here, no matter how much donations are made, those who need it will never get the money."
Lin Ruoyi: "Yes, the villagers are so pitiful."
Weiweian suddenly remembered: "Just now, Aunt Yang said that her son is a senior executive of the Fu Group, right? I'll go ask who it is."
He Nanxi was stunned: "You've already resigned, how can you still ask?"
Vivian blinked and said, "It's a piece of cake. Just wait and see."
She confidently took out her phone and dialed the number. Three seconds later, she felt a little embarrassed:
"No signal, can't make a call."
He Nanxi: "Hahahaha, okay, if I really want to ask, I'll ask again when I get back to Qingxi Town tonight. Now that I'm here, I want to see where those children are going to school now."
Although she was very disappointed with Shuiwan Village, He Nanxi was still worried about those lovely children.
She used to do charity work, but she basically just gave the money to He Yan and asked He Yan to donate it from charitable organizations.
But since little Anze was born, her mentality has changed.
She really wanted to do something practical and help some people, which could also be considered as accumulating blessings for Xiao Anze.
So she started donating money to build Hope Primary Schools and send books, materials, clothes, and some basic needs such as sanitary napkins to children in the mountainous areas.
Shuiwan Village was the first Hope Primary School she donated to. When she saw the photos of the children in Shuiwan Village on the Internet, her heart ached.
It was still winter then. They were wearing worn cotton-padded jackets, some of which were patched. They sat in a drafty classroom, studying seriously with longing in their eyes.
Seeing such a pious look, He Nanxi decided at that moment to donate a school here, so that at least the children would not feel cold when attending school in winter.
When the school was completed, she wanted to come in person, but little Anze was sick at that time, so she couldn't go.
Moreover, people from Shuiwan Village often sent her letters, so she felt at ease and did not come here again.
Unexpectedly, those children did not receive the help they deserved.
He Nanxi became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, so he picked up his camera and started taking pictures everywhere.
These are all evidence!
A few people were not familiar with the roads in the village and had to ask others before they found the school.
But the moment he saw the school, He Nanxi felt like his heart was hit.
This place can't even be called a school; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a dilapidated temple.
The dilapidated earthen house had walls covered with cracks and mildew, and was covered with thatch. The door panels were made of wood and had long been rotten, and the door frames were loose, making creaking sounds when blown by the wind.
The windows are also broken. One can imagine what kind of environment the children study in during the winter.
Through the window frame, you can see a few children reading. They are looking at old books seriously. The table is an altar table that was discarded from somewhere. The legs seem to have been gnawed by mice and are a little crooked.
The child was writing seriously on the paper. Only the tip of the pencil was left, with a branch tied on top, but he still insisted on using it.
Vivian seemed moved by the scene before her and murmured, "Is it so hard?"
"Classmates, today's class ends here. get out of class dismissed."
"Goodbye, teacher."
The children's voices were in unison, full of respect and longing.
The shabby door frame opened and students walked out one after another.
There are seven children in total, two boys and the rest are girls.
There are big and small ones, and it seems that there is no grade division.
When they saw He Nanxi and the others, they were a little surprised, but they didn't go up to ask. The girls took a look and ran out quickly.
The two boys turned and shouted:
"Teacher Feng, someone is coming."
"Who's coming?"
A male voice sounded, and Teacher Feng came out. Seeing He Nanxi and the others, he was slightly startled:
"Are you the new volunteer teachers?"
Teacher Feng is a man, a young man.
He looked no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, wearing cheap but decent clothes, holding a lesson plan in his hand, with clear eyes and a straight body.
He Nanxi felt that he looked like a soldier.
"We are here to do public welfare photography, not to be volunteer teachers."
Teacher Feng's eyes flashed with disappointment, but then he felt a little relieved:
"Oh, I see. But that's fine. You are girls after all, so it's not very convenient for you to teach here."
Vivian was a little confused: "Why is it inconvenient for girls?"
Teacher Feng smiled, but did not answer. Instead, he said:
"Public service photography? Can you take a few pictures of me and my kids? My phone is broken and I haven't taken any pictures in a long time."
Lin Ruoyi: "Your phone is broken? How do you usually contact the outside world?"
"There's no internet or signal here. Even if I had a cell phone, I couldn't contact the outside world."
Lin Ruoyi was stunned: "That makes sense. By the way, do you know where I can eat here? I'm hungry."
Teacher Feng smiled and said, "If you don't mind, you can come to my place to eat. I'll cook for you."
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