Mr. Liu said proudly, while Mr. Sun on the side carefully smoked a cigarette and showed a meaningful smile, "Does the Malanhua in our village know?"

Hearing Master Sun say this, Yang Xiaotao was really impressed.

After all, 70% to 80% of the people in Yangjiazhuang have the surname Yang, and there are not many people with the surname Ma.

He knew this Malanhua well. She was four or five years older than him. She later married to the grain management office in the town, and her life was much better than in the village.

Even my natal family in the village, because they take care of me, their life is not bad.

This was a sensation at the time and became a role model for many rural girls.

The effect is slightly worse than Qin Huairu marrying in the city.

Of course, he lived a good life in his last days and was said to have a happy family.

"A while ago, I came back with my children and lay down in front of Lao Ma's house, crying for a while."

"If the child can't go to school, my husband's family won't let him go back, but everything is going crazy."

Mr. Liu also sneered at the side, "I haven't seen her come back all these years since I got married. I've been sick in bed for two months, and I haven't seen her come back to take care of me. I've blinded this girl in vain."

"No, there are also Yang Shuigen's family..."

"You two go on, I'll go in and take a look."

Seeing that the two of them were still gossiping about things in the village, Yang Xiaotao said something quickly and then walked into the school.

Of course, when he left, he put aside the half-pack of heroes in his hand. As for how the two of them divided it, it was not his business.

"I didn't expect this man to gossip about women."

"Wrong, it's an old man!"

Yang Xiaotao corrected him. Bai Jingshu smiled and then saw Yang Xiaotao walking towards a room.

"Teacher Li."

When Yang Xiaotao came to the office, he saw many people in the room, everyone was talking and laughing, and some were preparing lessons.

These are all students in the school.

Then Yang Xiaotao saw Li Lanxin next to him.

"Teacher Yang, you are here."

Li Lanxin saw Yang Xiaotao and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

This can be regarded as a meritorious veteran in the school. After marrying Liu Yonghui last year, they soon had a child.

The two of them took root in Yangjiazhuang. Later, due to changes in the city, there were more teachers in the school, and Ran Qiuye's tasks changed. Liu Yonghui became the principal of the school, and she also became the education director part-time.

"Are you busy?"

"Hi, I'm just preparing for lessons. I'll be ready soon. Are you here to take a look?"

"Yes, come here for a walk. I feel like it has changed a lot."

"No, now our school is getting bigger and bigger, with more children and more teachers, and it's more formal."

Li Lanxin introduced with a smile, and then shouted to the young men and women in the room, "Teachers, let me introduce to you, this is Yang Xiaotao, Teacher Yang, who is also the builder of our school..."

Yang Xiaotao greeted everyone and then visited the school under the leadership of Li Lanxin.

Bai Jingshu followed the whole process and watched quietly and listened carefully.

The teachers and children I met looked at Yang Xiaotao with an indescribable feeling, just like the elders in the family looking at the portraits of great men on the wall, with reverence and gratitude.

"You must be a qualified social successor and cherish the red scarf in your hands."

The three of them walked outside a classroom and looked inside through the window. On the podium, a female teacher was holding a red scarf in both hands, and the children sitting below were attentive.

Yang Xiaotao took a look and saw that the wooden sign at the door read Class 2, Grade 3.

At this time, the female teacher was holding up the red scarf with both hands, and a group of children below also placed the red scarf on the table.

"Students, the red scarf in our hands represents the corner of the red flag and is the blood of the revolutionary martyrs."

"In fact, the red scarf not only represents the corner of the red flag, but also the blood of the martyrs. It symbolizes that our young pioneers must devote themselves to the revolutionary cause with enthusiasm and become a qualified successor."

"Next, I will show you how to stack red scarves. Everyone must listen carefully and learn hard to make sure you don't make a mistake."

"This red scarf has three stacks. One stack is dedicated to the martyrs, the second stack is dedicated to the motherland, and the third stack is dedicated to the future..."

The three of them stood at the door, watching and listening quietly.
Chapter completed!