The teaching progress was proceeding in an orderly manner according to Lin Ping's plan. The five junior high school students realized that their tasks were arduous and learned more hard and serious. However, they never complained when they were having fun. Studying hard and borrowing extracurricular books from Teacher Lin Ping became their only way to entertain.

The biggest feeling these five children gave Lin Ping is that they were worry-free!

After realizing the importance of learning to them, they really plunged into the ocean of learning, just like a person who had been thirsty in the desert for a long time drinking like a cow.

Time flies quickly, and the weather gradually becomes cooler in the day after day of Kushan teaching life.

That night, Lin Ping was lying on the bed and sleeping when a shocking thunder suddenly woke him up from his dream. Then the strong wind that swept across the world whistled, and the blew the windows shaking and making a sound. Even the whole dilapidated house seemed to tremble.

The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building.

Ma Zhongguo jumped out of the bed with a shiver and shouted, "My donkey!"

Then he rushed out of the door and ran to the donkey shed, and Lin Ping followed him out, and the roaring wind made him unable to open his eyes.

"Come on now! Help me pull the donkey into the classroom!"

Ma Zhongguo used all his strength to pull the stern rope of the donkey, but the donkey was so scared by the thunder and lightning that the donkey was curled up and shaking, and he also let out a few wails and gasps from time to time.

Seeing this, Lin Ping hurried to help Ma Zhongguo pull the donkey, but the donkey did not move at all, as if he was scared by lightning and thunder.

"You wait, I'll get something."

Ma Zhongguo asked Lin Ping to lead the donkey by himself, and then he went back to the house to get a piece of cloth and two cotton balls. He covered the donkey's eyes with cloth and stuffed the cotton balls into the donkey's ears. At this time, the donkey's mood stabilized a little. Then he stood up slowly under the pull of the two and Ma Zhongguo's call.

The two of them tried their best to pull the donkey into an idle classroom. As soon as they pulled the donkey into it, it started to rain heavily. The heavy rain poured down, washing the earth like a waterfall.

The two walked back into the house along the eaves, but half of their bodies were still soaked.

As soon as he entered the house, Lin Ping was stunned for a moment and then laughed, saying, "Teacher Ma, I thought the rain outside the house was already heavy enough. I didn't expect that the water in your house was even heavier than outside. It was really a little rain outside and a heavy rain outside and a heavy rain inside the house!"

"College student, don't be sarcastic. Hurry up and take the basin and the bucket, otherwise the house will be flooded and we will not be able to sleep for several days." Ma Zhongguo said as he took the bucket and the basin to place the water leaking place to collect water.

However, there are more leaks in the house than washbasins and buckets. I can't take care of this and there, so I can't take care of it at all. I have to put the bucket and washbasin in a more important place and let it leak to the ground in other places.

The rain gradually increased in the house, and Lin Ping and Ma Zhongguo had to pick up a broom to sweep the water outside the house.

But Lin Ping was quite optimistic, and while sweeping the water, he smiled and chanted the song "The Autumn Wind Breaked by the Thatched Cottage": "The bedside has no place to leak, and the rain feet are as if they are numb as before."

"College student, do you still have the mood to recite poetry?" Ma Zhongguo said speechlessly, "It hasn't been so heavy rain for many years. It's usually light and the leakage is not so bad."

"It's okay, Teacher Ma, do you know what this is?"

Without waiting for Ma Zhongguo to answer, Lin Ping opened his arms and shouted loudly at the very second in the sky: "This is the brave sea swallow, flying proudly in the roaring sea, in the middle of lightning; this is the victorious prophet shouting:

Let the storm come more violently!”

God, it seemed that he heard Lin Ping’s prayer, and the storm was indeed a little more violent.

"You are so powerful, right?" Ma Zhongguo said speechlessly.

"We must maintain the optimistic spirit of revolution. The house cannot collapse anyway. You said that's right, Teacher Ma."

As soon as Lin Ping finished speaking, he heard a "boom". The two of them looked up in surprise and saw that part of the roof had really collapsed. Fortunately, the beam was fine, but the rubble on the roof collapsed.

"You are really awesome." Ma Zhongguo sighed.

"I think this is a coincidence." Lin Ping said weakly, "Actually it's okay. Look, the classroom is pretty good..."

"Shut up quickly." Ma Zhongguo said quickly.

The two looked at each other and then burst into laughter. Then they stopped sweeping the water and leaned against the wall and watched the rain and chatted.

"How can I have thousands of buildings to shelter all the poor people in the world and be as happy as a mountain without moving wind and rain! Alas!" Lin Ping continued to recite the unfinished poem.

"When will you suddenly see this house? My house is broken and frozen to death!" Teacher Ma continued Lin Ping's poem.

Then the two were silent for a while.

"I really didn't expect that one day I would really feel the feeling of Du Fu." Lin Ping said with a smile, "I didn't feel anything when I recited this poem before, but now I feel like Du Fu."

Ma Zhongguo nodded: "Yes, I have been here for twenty-six years. Every night when I can't sleep, I wonder when I can take my children out of these broken houses and classrooms so that they can have brand new and solid new schools and new rooms. I look forward to it every day, just like the Yumen Pass looking forward to the spring breeze."

Ma Zhongguo whispered softly again: "Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not cross Yumen Pass."

"It's coming soon, it's coming soon, the spring breeze is coming."

Then Lin Ping also replied to Ma Zhongguo's poem: "The new willow planted three thousand miles, which attracted the spring breeze to Yuguan!"

"If the spring breeze cannot reach Yumen Pass, then we will plant three thousand miles of willow trees and lead the spring breeze to Yumen Pass!" Lin Ping said in a firm tone, "This is the firm poverty alleviation and intellectual assistance policy of the Party and the country. Three thousand miles may be a bit long and a little far, but the country has been working hard and never gave up. One day, the spring breeze of economic development will blow from the eastern coast to Yumen Pass, and it will also blow to every place our country needs, such as our Kushan."

"Well," Ma Zhongguo nodded, "I hope I can come sooner. Although I have always heard that our Kushan Mountain area is going to build a Hope School, I always feel that the process is a bit slow. I am afraid that the moment I am trapped in the soil and closed my eyes, I will not be able to see the students going to the new school."

"Yes, soon, right now!"

Lin Ping said firmly, he made up his mind to devote himself to the next teaching with greater passion. He must complete the task in the next six months to upgrade the school to Hope School.

The heavy rain gradually became smaller as the two chatted, and finally stopped. Then the rain cleared overnight, and a bright crescent moon appeared in the sky, and the moonlight shone on the water in the courtyard sparkling.
Chapter completed!