The next day, early morning.
Because it was the weekend, business was still good the next day.
During the lunch break, Jiang Manyue and Wang Baozhu arranged for the staff to prepare the supplies.
Qin Zhenbei drove the car himself and loaded these things into the trunk, including towels, soap and children's clothes.
We also packed a lot of cakes and buns and drove to the welfare home in town.
The car slowly drove to the address written by the dean, which was in a relatively remote area in the east of the town.
Looking at the somewhat dilapidated yard in front of me, there is indeed someone there that is surprising.
Inside is a red brick and tile house, which looks quite big.
But it must be quite old, especially the gate to the courtyard is made of wood.
There was a wooden sign on the door with a line of crooked words written on it: Welfare Home.
"Is it the welfare home in our town?" Wang Baozhu thought she had seen it wrong.
This place is not as good as the tiled house I built in the countryside, and the environment looks a bit bad.
Shouldn't the welfare home under Jiang Manyue's influence have high walls and a large courtyard, with at least a small building for the leadership?
The situation before him was quite different from what he had imagined. No wonder Ma Xiaojun refused to go to the welfare home at that time.
"Come on, let's go in and take a look." She walked up and knocked on the door.
'Beep, beep!'
After a while, a lazy voice came from inside. The man complained dissatisfiedly: "Who is here in the middle of the day?"
He opened the door and raised his head, obviously having just woken up.
I saw Jiang Manyue standing in front of me, and the tall Qin Zhenbei in military uniform.
He woke up instantly: "Oh, this, isn't this Boss Jiang?"
"Hello, Dean!" Jiang Manyue looked into the yard.
"I'm here to deliver supplies. Can I come in?"
"Oh, welcome, welcome!" He opened the door excitedly.
During the lunch break at noon, there were several children in the dilapidated house of the welfare home.
Some were mopping the floor and cleaning, while others were squatting aside washing dishes.
In such cold weather, her hands were frozen red and she couldn't help but frown.
"Dean!" Jiang Manyue looked at these children, who were only six or seven years old.
"Do the children in your orphanage still have to work? They still have to work at such a young age?"
The dean took a look at the children, his face darkened and then immediately put on a smile.
"Oh, Boss Jiang, you don't know how hard our lives are."
He couldn't help but burst into tears: "The money the town allocates to us every year is limited, but the number of children is increasing."
"You see, I'm the only one in charge of such a large welfare home because I really can't pay the salaries."
"So there's no other way but to force children to work from a young age. This will also help them develop their work abilities."
"Even if I go out into society, I'll be able to support myself with my abilities, right?"
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with what he said, because the welfare home was indeed very dilapidated.
Looking at such an environment really makes people feel uncomfortable.
All the gifts and food were moved into the house, almost filling up the seemingly small living room.
Looking at so many boxes, the smile in the yard became even more intense.
"Dean, your conditions are so poor, why don't you apply for more funding?"
Qin Zhenbei frowned and looked around, asking dissatisfiedly.
"I heard that the government provides financial subsidies to the welfare department every year, and it's based on the number of people."
"Especially since the orphanage is so old, why isn't it being renovated?"
"At least applying to move to a larger house in a better location shouldn't be difficult."
The courtyard was a little nervous when asked: "This, this has been applied for several times, but it has never been approved."
"Our small town can't compare to the provincial capital or the big cities, so every time we apply, we get no response."
"Over time, I stopped praying. I still have to pay a lot of money into it every month."
At this point he couldn't help shedding tears: "Oh, if I hadn't been reluctant to leave these children, I would have left long ago."
Seeing him burst into tears, Qin Zhenbei did not continue to ask questions.
Jiang Manyue looked around and said, "Dean, please call all the children over."
"I want to give them both the clothes and the gifts to try out and see if the clothes are the right size."
She originally made clothes because she didn't know how many children there would be and their sizes.
So I brought some winter cotton clothes with me and planned to donate them to them for free.
"Don't just stand there, come here quickly!" The dean immediately shouted at the children who were working.
Seventeen or eighteen children came into the hall in an instant, most of them were girls.
Some are born with disabilities, some have ugly faces and almost all of them are abandoned children.
In such cold weather, almost everyone is wearing very thin clothes.
Some children don't even have a pair of cotton shoes, but only tattered plastic slippers.
Stationery, cotton clothes and food were distributed, and everyone lined up to receive one.
But there was no smile on their faces, and they didn't seem happy at all.
Soon all the children received their gifts. She tried again, "Dean, are these the only children?"
"Yes!" Yuanzi said with a smile: "All the children from the welfare home are here."
"Where is Ma Xiaojun?" she asked immediately. She had not seen any sign of him yet.
When Ma Xiaojun was suddenly mentioned, the dean's face instantly turned gloomy.
"Um, he, he must be feeling unwell so he's sleeping in his room!"
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