"Secretary Qin, are you making zongzi at home today too?" Aunt Chen saw him, quickly got up, and pulled over a chair next to her.
Aunt Huang frowned slightly, then continued wrapping the zongzi without saying a word.
"Grandma Lin, I've come to deliver a message from my wife. Tell her to invite me to the temple during the Dragon Boat Festival." Secretary Qin sat in his chair and slowly untied the plastic bag.
“Okay, let her meet at my doorstep then, it’ll be more fun if we all go together,” Grandma said with a smile, her hands still moving.
Secretary Qin nodded. "Ayan, the village is planning to build a school. I've drawn a simple plan. Could you give me your opinion?"
Aunt Huang and Aunt Chen exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise.
Building a school is great; Er Gouzi and Huzi might still be able to make it in time.
Lin Ziyan put down the bamboo leaves, glanced at them, and nodded. "Secretary Qin, the location you chose is excellent. You don't need my advice."
There were only a few open spaces in the village, and Secretary Qin chose the largest one, also including a large pond from the village in it.
The chubby girl got up and walked to Secretary Qin's side. She glanced at him and nodded repeatedly.
That pond in the village is a waste to leave; it's better to fill it in.
"A primary school is going to be built in the village?" Aunt Chen asked impatiently.
She thought to herself that the funding must have come from the county to build the school.
Secretary Qin smiled at Lin Atai, then subtly looked away and said,
"Build primary, middle and high schools together."
Aunt Huang froze, and stopped what she was doing.
Junior high school, high school?
In the past, students from their village would go to high school in the county town.
Junior high school is located in town, so many people are unwilling to send their children there, fearing that the distance will lead their children astray.
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