On the way back, through chatting with ER Zhuang, anluoluo learned that Er Zhuang's teacher, the only teacher in the village, uncle Liu, who was over 60 years old, was ill, so he didn't have class today.

It's hard for anluoluo to believe that there is only one teacher in this village of one or two hundred households, and he has taught the parents and two generations of Er Zhuang.

Listening to ER Zhuang, the teacher once went to the city to study, but he came back without finishing reading. After he came back, he was regarded as the most learned person in the village, and everyone was willing to listen to him. This was for decades.

Later, anluoluo learned that the reason why the teacher dropped out of school and came back here was that his mother forced him to come back to marry and have children before he died.

Pepsi filial piety first, he was forced to give up his studies, returned here, married a girl in his mother's phase, and never left here.

It's really sad to think about it. Maybe this teacher is just as curious about the outside world as his mother. He once decided to run away from home, but he didn't stick to it like his mother did.

My mother fought to the end, so she got love, happiness, career and dignity in her life. But I'm afraid what this teacher left behind is regret at most.

The length of a mother's life may not be as long as that of a teacher, but the width of a mother's life is beyond everyone's reach here.

It is precisely because the people here have a very low level of education, so they are very closed minded and curious about the outside world, but they dare not go out.

It's civilized to be aloof from the world, friendly and harmonious here, but being content with the status quo is no longer suitable for the increasingly progressive culture and development needs.

All of a sudden, there is an idea in anluoluo's heart. She wants to help people here, change the traditional fixed thinking, let more children get better education, and let more young people go out to enjoy modern life.

The names of people here are easy to understand. For example, their mother's name is cherry, the one who looks better is spring peach, the one who doesn't look better is flat peach, and their children's names are Dahua, Erzhuang, danier and ernier. These names are too casual.

Du Qiyu's mother's name was changed after she went to the city.

Qiyu, which means wonderful and flawless jade, has so much meaning.

"Er Zhuang, take me to see your school." He suggested.

"Yes, this way." Er Zhuang happily agreed, and jumped around like a monkey, leading the way ahead.

Through the understanding of these days, anluoluo knows that Er Zhuang is a smart child with ideas, but his ideas are blind in the eyes of adults and are naturally restrained.

Er Zhuang is a good seedling. If we cultivate them well, we will be able to become a pillar. But now he has not received systematic education, and his knowledge is far from his age. He can't compare with the children in the city.

Anluoluo saw that Er Zhuang's school was an empty yard next to the teacher, and the classroom was an open yard. There was a blackboard in the yard, which was the only tool for the teacher to teach.

Anluoluo can imagine that an old man in his sixties is standing beside the blackboard with bent back and hands, and then mumbling those boring numbers. How boring it is. No wonder the children are not interested in learning.