The launch of the shelves is the beginning. After July 1st, Qishi.com began to focus on Zheng Jia's new book.

First of all, there are recommendations, major rankings on the homepage, website announcements, etc., where there is a location, and if there is no location, it will also be arranged.

In addition, Qishi.com also organized people to hang promotional advertisements for Zheng Jia's new books on Bookworms and Bookbars and other major online forums.

With the recommendation of various channels, the results of "The Golden Captain" have reached the sky.

July 1st!

The first order exceeded 10,000, 24 people were rewarded in a single day, and 12 were enthroned in the league! The daily sales exceeded 10,000, and they won the fine sales badge, ranking 48th in the sales list!

(Sales ranking refers to a book that is subscribed within 24 hours and sells in total with rewards, and also includes completed old books.)

July 2nd!

All orders have exceeded 4,000! The number of alliances has increased to 15, and the Silver Alliance has appeared (a single reward of more than 10,000 yuan).

The first subscription is the first subscription within 24 hours after the new book is released. Both subscriptions are the average number of subscriptions to VIP chapters.

July 3!

"The Touching School Captain" comment area has more than 100,000 comments, with a total of 1,018 people rated this book by 10 points! More than 6,000 people rated 9 points!

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But no one knows that at this time, Zheng Jia did not write in front of the computer, nor did she proudly appreciate her new book achievements. She now doesn't even have the Internet.

Today is the third day Zheng Jia returns to the village, and it is also the last day she plans to stay in the village. Tomorrow morning, she will leave this poor mountain valley where she has lived for twenty years and say goodbye to it completely.

During the three days she came back, she often got up early during the day. On the first day, she went to the county town and bought a large cart of snacks. She randomly stuffed a bunch of children in the village.

The next day, she gave some money to each of the poorer relatives in the village.

On the third day, she handed over the broken adobe house at home to her neighbors to take care of, and then gave the dilapidated furniture in her home that was worthless but still usable to the villagers.

She had almost finished packing. She walked to the door of her house, slowly moved her eyes, carefully and carefully looked at this familiar and unfamiliar village.

She wants to remember this and remember it for the rest of her life.

This small mountain village called Tujiagou seems to have a casual name.

There are not many people in the village, only a few dozen families, but they live very scattered, some on top of the ditch and some on the ditch.

However, no matter whether it is above or below the ditch, if you want to go to the county town, you have to walk to cross the ditch.

The dirt road more than one meter wide has been soaked by rain for many years, and then trampled by coarse cloth shoes and is covered with potholes. It is then allowed to be dried by the sun and smoothed by the wind and frost. It has been repeated year by year. The silent vicissitudes of this road record the ups and downs of every generation here, and of course, including Zheng Jia's...

Walking on this road, Zheng Jia's mood disappeared from the joy and reluctance she had before she came back, and she had a little more emotion and lament.

Looking at the footprints that were stepped on the dirt road, she remembered the unforgettable time to go to school.

She was raised by her grandfather since she was a child. Most of the children in the village did not go to school. Only boys with good conditions had the conditions to go to junior high school or high school.

Most girls are helping with housework at home, and then they will be able to stay until they are fifteen or sixteen, find a good family, get engaged and pay the dowry, and their family will have much more life.

Zheng Jia feels that in such a person’s family, the girls raised are actually no different from raising pigs.

The fundamental purpose of raising girls and raising pigs is to be able to sell at a good price in the end. The only difference is that raising pigs makes less, but the cost is also small. Raising girls makes more, but the cost is also high. Therefore, in order to squeeze out the available value in the middle and control the cost of training, girls in the mountains have to learn to cook, suck soles, cut pig grass, and wash clothes since childhood...

But she was lucky. She didn't raise pigs at home, and her grandfather didn't raise her as a pig. When she was six years old, her grandfather sent her to the village teacher's home to school.

The place where the village goes to school is not a school, but a villager who used to go to junior high school. In order to earn some money to subsidize his family, he set up a sign similar to a study class for his family, collected some children from the village, and taught them to read.

The tuition fee is naturally very cheap. Those with money can give some money, and those with no money can give some corn noodles. If you have nothing, you can owe it first.

It was here that Zheng Jia completed her preschool enlightenment education. Unfortunately, the teacher had only taught her for four years and had a cerebral hemorrhage and left peacefully.

So in the fifth year, my grandfather sent her to the county again.

It's easy to say in one sentence, but it's really difficult to do...

From their home, they go to the county school, get up at 4 o'clock every morning, carry their schoolbags, and have to pack their food and water for the whole day, then walk for 3 hours, cross the ditches, and walk for more than twenty miles.

So the weather has a great impact on her. It is better on sunny days. When it comes to rain and snow, she has to afford it earlier, put on patched rain boots, and move towards the school one by one.

After the dirt road was penetrated by rain, she would step ten centimeters of footprints every step. Then she had to pull out the rain boots with great strength and then step on the second step.

This is pretty good. Once the mountain is blocked by heavy snow, her path to study will be even more difficult.

In her career over the years, she has encountered heavy snow and heavy rain countless times, but these are not unforgettable things that she cannot forget. What she remembers the most is the inferiority caused by poverty, and... the bun shop she had been happy but ashamed for several years.

It was a bun shop next to the school. It had no signature, but the business was good.

The boss is a middle-aged couple in their forties. Every time she goes to school, she always passes by the door of the bun shop, smelling the unique fragrance of the buns mixed with the aroma of vegetables and meat, and watching the students sitting and eating buns standing and envy them.

From the fifth grade to the first grade of junior high school, in three years, she passed by the door of this bun shop countless times, but she never ate it once. For nothing else, she was simply poor, so poor that she had no extra money to waste buying a bun.

But she was still young at that time, and in the face of such a huge temptation, the child's self-control was always not firm enough.

So, after thinking for three years, she finally thought of a way to eat buns but not pay.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jia smiled and looked back at the barren mountain village. With her ability, she could not make the village make huge changes, but some subtle changes were still possible.

At the Tujiagou Village Committee, a group of people were scratching their heads at this moment.

"The county issued a document three years ago to let each village build primary schools. Our Tujiagou has been criticized for three years. This year, we must build primary schools no matter what. We cannot let the children in the village be illiterate anymore."

The old village chief frowned while smoking a pipe, and the person next to him nodded and agreed.
Chapter completed!