"Look at how much it is, and I'll give it to you." Zhang Guoquan reached out and touched his arms. The money was in the lining of his cotton-padded coat.

"No money." Wei Dahai said calmly.

Zhang Guoquan's movement of taking out money stopped there, and he asked in confusion: "You don't want money?"

"Yes, such a small amount of coal is not valuable. You are still from Yangjiazhuang, and they are all close friends. Take it home and burn it."

Wei Dahai's behavior was so abnormal that Zhang Guoquan couldn't accept it for a while, but he didn't want to owe Wei Dahai any money, so he took out fifty cents and put it on the table at the door of the guard room.

Fifty cents is completely enough. He learned from Lao Liu that the current price of coal is only sixty-seven cents per pound according to the market price. This is the origin of the coal mine that relies on the mountain, and the price will be cheaper. The workers and masters are pretending.

It's not much, I guess it only weighs five or six pounds, so fifty cents is still a lot.

"No need to look for it." Zhang Guoquan put the dung bag on his shoulder and prepared to leave.

"Guoquan, why don't you come work in the mine?"

Zhang Guoquan stood there, feeling that Wei Dahai was really abnormal today. It was incomprehensible to sell him coal, and yet let him work in the mine.

Isn't Wei Dahai afraid that he will take the mine into a ditch? If he works in the mine, the villagers' rights and interests will be better than they are now, and the various costs of the mine will increase a lot. He won't see it.

They just sit back and ignore some unreasonable things in the mine.

It is not for the villagers, but for his own rights and interests. He will not work in vain but not get the benefits he deserves.

Even Wei Guangming knew something, how could he, Wei Dahai, not know it, not to mention that the relationship between the two of them was still there.

"Thank you for your kindness. I have never thought about working in the mine."

After Zhang Guoquan finished speaking, he tightened the dung bag on his shoulders and walked back to the east through the snow.

"Guoquan, the door of the mine is always open to you."

Wei Dahai shouted at Zhang Guoquan's leaving figure. He watched Zhang Guoquan walk away through the snow, and then moved his eyes to the table at the door.

He picked up the stained fifty-cent coin and weighed it in his hand: "Huh, fifty cents? Lao Tian, ​​I gave it to you. Take it to buy cigarettes."

The worker quickly reached out to catch it: "Hey, thank you, Manager Wei."

Zhang Guoquan, who returned to Dongdi, poured the black coal he bought at the entrance of the canteen, pulled out some dry firewood from the yard, put it into the stove and ignited it.

He took out a few more coals and put them on top of the ignited dry firewood. Perhaps because the coals were damp, a thick smoke suddenly arose, making him cough repeatedly.

"Ahem, this thing is really choking."

The black smoke that I accidentally inhaled into my lungs made me feel burning. After a while, the smoke slowly dissipated, and I saw that the stove was red.

Zhang Guoquan carried the stove into the canteen, connected a long pipe and stretched it out of the window. Bai Ge said happily: "It's really warm."

Zhang Guoquan was helpless: "I just lit it, how can it warm up so quickly? It's nonsense."

You won't feel the warmth unless you're close to the stove, so it will take a while.

Bai Ge said: "My heart feels warm."

Zhang Guoquan smiled and pushed the white pigeon closer to the stove: "This will keep you warm."

I don't know how long it took, but Bai Ge really didn't feel cold anymore, and his heart was as warm as his body.

Zhang Guoquan was busy at the entrance of the canteen. He was busy cutting the old quilt at home into two halves with scissors, and nailed it to the door frame with foreign nails.

Zhang Guoquan said that people in the city do this so that the heat in the house cannot escape outside.

When people come to the canteen to buy things, they cannot always close the door and open the thick curtain. This is not only convenient but also keeps the heat in the room.

You see, Zhang Guoquan has thought so carefully, and she certainly feels warm in her heart.

The canteen was busy until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. During those days, Yangjiazhuang was always bustling.

Especially children, who don't go home until midnight, and adults also know that if they don't go crazy for a few days, school will start.

Go crazy, go crazy, this is a festival for adults, and it’s also a festival for children.

If it’s not crazy or noisy, what memories will it have in the future?

Adults envy children and follow them, and their memories are brought back to their childhood.

We were poor at that time, but today's children are happy, at least they can have enough to eat, but children are not satisfied and always look forward to growing up.

Because after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, school is about to start, and the children haven’t had enough fun and don’t want to go to school.

It's impossible not to do it. No one wants to be hung on a beam and beaten.

The child has started school and is carrying a schoolbag made from old clothes at home. The schoolbag has a very long strap, which can reach from the shoulder to the buttocks. It has to be slung cross-body. When he runs, the schoolbag slaps his buttocks.

Zhang Guoquan sat in front of the canteen and looked at the children, looking at the children in groups, their smiling faces rotten by the cold, and their schoolbags.

Boys' schoolbags are usually made from pure green or pure blue old clothes and patched. Obviously, they are not as good-looking as girls' schoolbags. They are made from floral clothes. The colorful schoolbags are suitable for the bleak and monotonous winter.

Adds a touch of pretty color.

The schoolbag contained leather-wrapped books, dog-eared homework books, small pieces of black eraser, and half-cut pencil stubs.

Of course, the schoolbag also contains the child's secrets.

For example, the sales of notebooks in the canteen are surprisingly good. Girls say they are for writing diaries, while boys say they are just for writing.

Notebooks are a girl's secret. Boys don't understand. They just run around the campus, occasionally pulling girls' hair, and are chased far away by girls while laughing.

As the principal shook the bell made of pig iron, the "dang-dang" bell rang in the campus. The children who went to school finally stopped being crazy and all ran to the red flag of the campus to gather.

Today is the first day of school, but not in the classroom. Principal Tang called all the children to gather in the open space under the red flag.

This was called a school opening event. Zhang Guoquan was a little curious. Many villagers gathered at the school gate to watch the fun.

Principal Tang stood on the high platform under the red flag. He first motioned to the children in the audience to quiet down, and then cleared his throat.

"Children, today is the first lesson of school."

"It is said that school will be relaxed in the first three days. This is true. Today I am not going to let you directly learn the knowledge in the textbooks, but there is another kind of knowledge that you must know and learn, and that is the first thing about Yangjiazhuang.

The origin of the primary school, Guozheng Primary School.”

"Maybe you are still young and don't know the origin of the word Guozheng, but your adults know it. Now, you must know it too."

"Guozheng Primary School is a heroic primary school. There are many heroes in this world. There are heroes who sacrificed their precious lives for the liberation of the motherland. There are heroes who contribute to the development of society. There are heroes who do good deeds in obscurity. There are heroes who are promising.

A hero who sacrificed his life to save others.

There are big heroes and little heroes among these heroes, but they are all good, and they are the greatest heroes in our hearts. Although they are far away from us, the blood of heroes will not be shed in vain. As future generations, we must always remember,

The heroes who died must not be left cold."

"We must learn from the tenacious fighting spirit of heroes. It is their heroic sacrifice that allows us to live in a peaceful era. Children, peace is not easy to come by. How many people have been sacrificed and how many have been lost.

Blood, we cannot forget it."

"How lucky are we that you can sit peacefully in the classroom and learn the knowledge they once dreamed of. As young people in the new era, we are happy. Then we should inherit the legacy of our revolutionary ancestors and

The aspirations of Guozheng Primary School will be passed on and we cannot let down the hopes of our ancestors."

"Children, work hard to learn knowledge, become a useful person to society in the future, achieve great things, serve the motherland, become ambitious young people, and study for the rise of China."

"Be an ambitious young man and study for the rise of China..."

Principal Tang's voice was high and loud, and could be heard far and wide.

The audience was completely silent, listening to Principal Tang's speech quietly. There were many children in preschool who were still young, and I don't know if they could understand it, but none of them were noisy. They were all affected by Principal Tang's speech.

Even the villagers outside were deeply affected. Of course they knew the origin of this elementary school. Someone finally applauded, and then thunderous applause resounded throughout the campus.

"salute……"

In the biting cold wind and the clumsy salutes of the children, the bright red flag fluttered in the wind.
Chapter completed!