As the village chief, I only raise bugs

Chapter 104 104. The Scar
What makes them envious is that Wang Baihua's physical fitness is much higher than that of their young people, and his skin is much better.

Wang Baihua's son, Wang Wenshan, is also among the disciples of the outer sect. This year, he is one of the fourteen disciples who are expected to become innate. For this reason, everyone made fun of Wang Baihua, saying that his son became an inner disciple. Calling him senior brother or father, if his son has been upgraded to a fourth-generation disciple, wouldn't he still have to call his son senior uncle?

A joke is a joke, but it is more of envy.

Wang Baihua's entry into the inner sect can be regarded as motivating many people to train hard. After all, inner sect disciples are given a subsidy, and the basic subsidy is [-]!
After getting out of the car and paying the car payment, Qi Zhizhong was deeply moved when he saw the neatly parked cars at the wide village entrance.

When he came here to go to the countryside, the people here were still very poor. Many families were reluctant to use matches. The fire in the pot was always on. Many people only got new clothes when they got married or passed away. At other times, I wear patched and patched clothes.

When he was digging canals and repairing fields with the villagers, he saw that some people's toenails were knocked off and they didn't want to rest in order to earn more work points. Now, who would do that?

After sighing, he greeted an old man walking from the north: "Brother, what are you busy?"

The old man's name is Xue Chunquan, and he is Xue Baihao's grandfather. Seeing someone greet him, he was taken aback: "Ah, you are?"

"I'm here to look for Jiang Chunhua, Captain Jiang is here." Qi Zhizhong said with a smile, "I haven't contacted him for many years, and I forgot where his home is?"

"Are you looking for Brother Chunhua?" Xue Chunquan looked Qi Zhizhong up and down, "Brother Chunhua passed away."

"When did it happen?" Qi Zhizhong asked anxiously when he heard that Jiang Chunhua had passed away.

Xue Chunquan shook his head: "I left on New Year's Day, let's go, I'll take you to see his house, but there is probably no one in his house at this time, his grandson has gone to work."

"What about Jiang Zhichao?"

Xue Chunquan looked at Qi Zhizhong again, he didn't know this person himself, how could he still know Jiang Zhichao?

"I haven't been here for more than 50 years. My name is Qi Zhizhong." He also saw the old man's doubts.

"Qi Zhizhong?" Xue Chunquan looked at him suspiciously.

"I came here to go to the countryside when I was young." Qi Zhizhong explained.

Xue Chunquan thought for a while, and then suddenly realized: "You are the one who can write calligraphy?"

Qi Zhizhong nodded: "Yes, yes, you still remember me!"

"Remember, why don't you remember?" Xue Chunquan was also very happy. Although they didn't do much physical work when they came to the countryside, the couplets for the Chinese New Year in those two years made people in other villages envious. I live in Grape Valley, I still remember the couplet you wrote, it’s really well written.”

"Fine!" Qi Zhizhong said modestly, "It's just two years of writing."

While talking, they came to Jiang Zhichao's house.

Jiang Zhichao was enjoying the shade under the eaves, and when he saw Xue Chunquan bringing the old and the young, he stood up, "Uncle Chunquan is here."

Xue Chunquan said: "Zhichao, this is for brother Chunhua and you. The one who came to our village to join the team before and can write calligraphy."

"You are, you are, Qi, Qi"

"Zhichao, I'm Qi Zhizhong. I haven't seen you for more than 50 years." Qi Zhizhong stepped forward to hold Jiang Zhichao's hand and said a little excitedly.

Jiang Zhichao laughed loudly: "That's right, that's right, Qi Zhizhong, I remembered, back then you taught me how to keep accounts, and you even held literacy classes in our village."

"Yes, it's me!" Qi Zhizhong let go of Jiang Zhichao's hand, "I remember your child was young, and you asked me to teach your son how to read every day."

"Yes." Jiang Zhichao sighed, "In the blink of an eye, we are all old."

"Just now I heard that Captain Jiang is gone? What's going on?"

"Hey, my fourth uncle has always been in good health, but he fell a few years ago and couldn't move half of his body. Later, we all thought he was recovering well, but he had dinner and went to rest on the night of the New Year's Eve. In the early morning of the first day of the new year He left suddenly." Jiang Zhichao shook his head, "But that's fine, I didn't suffer anything."

Although the year of knowing his fate has passed, Qi Zhizhong still feels a little sad when he hears that his old friend has passed away.

"Since I'm here, I'll stay here for two days. Let me tell you, our village has changed a lot." Jiang Zhichao didn't want to say more about this matter.

Qi Zhizhong nodded: "I've heard that, and I read about Xue Langchao from our village in the newspaper. It's not easy to be moved by the top ten figures, but I forgot, who is this?"

Jiang Zhichao smiled. Since Qi Zhizhong, he has also remembered many things in the past: "It is the kid who followed you and helped you work, but he is now sixty!"

"It's him!" Qi Zhizhong remembered that when he went to the countryside here, he always followed a child behind him, helping him with some work, pestering himself to learn to read and write, and later he took him to look for him in Guguan. I read some books and materials, and I even told him about those words.

"How is he now? Still teaching?" Qi Zhizhong asked.

"No more." Jiang Zhichao shook his head, "Late stage liver cancer!"

"What?" Qi Zhizhong asked with staring eyes, "He has terminal liver cancer?"

"Yes." Jiang Zhichao sighed, "He has worked hard for the school and the village all his life, and he got this disease when he was about to retire, but he is better now. The doctor said it would take half a year at most."

"Go, take me to find him!" Qi Zhizhong couldn't wait to stand up, "Where does he live?"

Jiang Zhichao also stood up: "I'll take you there. He's probably still in school and has worked hard all his life. What worries him the most are those students!"

The three old people walked to Teacher Xue's house together, and they walked very slowly.

Qi Guoxuan looked at this dilapidated village with great interest, and what attracted his attention was the clusters of clover on the roadside and the jade bees flying around the flowers of clover.

He intends to come to see what kind of flower it is, and why those bees are so big, but looking at the slow-moving grandpa, he still resists the urge: Mom said, I want to be a good boy.

Although they walked very slowly, they still arrived at the school gate after ten minutes.

Sure enough, Xue Chaoshan was sitting under the shade of the tree at the school gate, staring at the students in the school who were doing recess exercises.

"Lang Chao, who do you think this is?" Jiang Zhichao called out.

Teacher Xue turned around and saw the three of them.

After watching for a while, he stood up: "Is it Teacher Qi?"

"Haha, you still remember me!" Qi Zhizhong walked forward with a smile, and stretched out his right hand, "Sit down quickly, sit down quickly, how did you recognize me?"

Seeing the arrival of his first teacher back then, Teacher Xue was also very excited: "Did you forget that the scar on your head was made to save me?"

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to Qi Zhizhong's head, even Qi Guoxuan was no exception: Why didn't I know that Grandpa had a scar on his head?

Qi Zhizhong touched the shallow scar above his right ear, and sighed, "I forgot how this scar came about."

(End of this chapter)