After this man finished speaking, the other man hummed.

"Who doesn't know the truth, but how can we have money to build schools? Road construction? It's been more than ten years, when did we move soil? According to me, next time I hold such meaningless meetings, don't call me. My pigpen collapses, so I might as well pull the soil and cushion the pigpen."

Although this man said this, he did not leave at all. It can be seen that he just had some opinions on the formalism of the village that he only said and did not do.

The old village chief looked at everyone, sighed and then spoke.

"The way out of the mountain... the county has approved it, but the school is a bit troublesome. The county only said that it is responsible for allocating teachers. The cost of building a school is only half approved, so we can find a way for the rest. I have found someone to calculate that there are not many people in our village. It is enough to build two floors and build three or five classrooms. It will take about 100,000 yuan to spread it to each household, that is..."

"Village Chief, are you kidding? Spread this money to all the villagers? Who would pay this money? And most people can't afford it at all."

"That's the village chief. If it doesn't work, you can discuss it with the county. Our Tujiagou is a famous poor village. Before, the villagers could make some money by digging herbs and hunting, but after the mountain was closed over the years, they just rely on growing crops. How much money can they get in a year?"

...

Just as everyone was arguing, the village committee's door was pushed open from outside. The old village chief looked at the person, got up immediately, and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Ah, it's the girl from the Old Zheng family. Come on, come on."

These days, Zheng Jia has given almost every family in the village some small gifts or food and drinks. The old village chief’s eldest grandson ran to Zheng Jia’s house every day. In order to get more chocolates and potato chips, the old village chief ran over and called them several times, but it was so shameful that it was not enough.

So when I saw Zheng Jia, I was naturally very polite.

"Village Chief, I heard that the county is going to build a school for our village?"

"Hmm? Yes, but... our village also needs to pay 100,000 yuan as infrastructure investment. I'm holding a meeting with you uncles and uncles to discuss this matter. This money...it's probably not easy to do. You know the situation in our village..."

Seeing Zheng Jia coming, the old village chief suddenly felt that she was a good candidate. He wanted to lay the groundwork and compliment, but he didn't expect that before he could think about what to say, he had already agreed.

"As long as this school can be built, I will pay the money."

"ah?"

Everyone shouted, the people in the mountains didn't understand the Internet, and they all thought that Zheng Jia should be a writer, as the saying goes, poverty limits imagination.

They think that even if Zheng Jia is a writer, she has only graduated for two years. How much money can she make in two years? And even if she has money, she can even take the old man to live in a big city outside, then she won’t have much money to spend 100,000 yuan to build a school for the village.

After all, they don’t owe you, and no one’s money is not blown by the strong wind. Why? Just because they have money?

Looking at everyone's surprised gaze, Zheng Jia smiled embarrassedly.

"Haha, it's just 100,000 yuan, don't be so surprised..."

I have to say that our introverted and shy classmate Zheng Jia, after following Xu Nuo for a few years, began to learn to dress up as x, and it was even more fatal to pretend to be x invisibly.

As soon as she said this, the old village chief and the others widened their eyes.

"A hundred thousand yuan, this..."

In the eyes of these people, only those who collect herbs in the mountains are lucky and have to dig wild ginseng, and they have to be of good quality to sell for about 100,000 yuan, but this is all for life.

Others rely on growing crops, and the family's income is basically within 5,000 yuan a year. Even if someone occasionally goes to the city to work, it only earns 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a year.

Zheng Jia made 100,000 yuan at one move, and for them, this is indeed an astronomical figure.

"Village Chief, I'll leave tomorrow. At that time, you call me the card number and tell me that I'll transfer it to you. The school still needs to be built quickly. Our village's education level has improved so that life can gradually become rich. Now I'm going to work outside, let alone illiterate. Some companies don't want to graduate from high school. If you don't have a diploma, you can only go to work hard work. It's not important to be a little dirty or tired. The key is that you can't make money."

Speaking of this, Zheng Jia's little face suddenly turned red because she found that she seemed to have become a leader in a meeting and was giving lectures to these people at this moment.

This feeling was very wonderful. She secretly looked at the leaders of the village in front of her, smiled for no reason, and then said goodbye quickly.

Building a school for the village is actually just a sudden whim. According to her idea, she and her grandfather were about to leave, and she had some money. If she didn't do anything for the village, it seemed that it was impossible to tell whether it was reasonable or reasonable.

This feeling is very wonderful. To put it bluntly, maybe it is because you suddenly have money and you will feel uncomfortable if you don’t pretend to be x when you return to your hometown. This is probably the case.

"Grandpa, it's time for us to leave..."

At eight o'clock in the morning of the fourth day, Zheng Jia took grandpa's arm and carefully locked the broken door, and then handed the key to the neighbor next door.

"well……"

The old man had been lying in a small hill all his life, and suddenly he was about to leave this place. He was in a state of distraction for a moment. He sighed softly, but Zheng Jia smiled and comforted him.

"Grandpa, if you want to come back in the future, I can stay with you for a few days at any time."

"No, that would delay your work."

"No delay, what I wrote is a freelance worker, and it's okay to be lazy for a few days occasionally."

...

The grandfather and grandson took nothing, just came out of the village like a walk, walking on the dirt road that several generations of people in Tujiagou walked slowly and further and further away.

Behind him, the villagers who were saying goodbye stopped at the entrance of the village, and everyone was envious and sighing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Lao Zheng has already made it."

"Yes, I just donated 100,000 yuan to the village school. I heard that the house I live in the city has air conditioning. It is not hot in summer or cold in winter."

"I heard that Zheng Jia still has a car, but our road is too bad, so I didn't drive back today."

"Oh, Tiezhu from Zaoshu Village thought that he was poor a few years ago, so he asked his son to marry a woman from another place. Now, I guess he regretted it... "

...

Zheng Jia took grandpa's arm, climbed over the ditches, and followed the route to school, resting and stopping all the way. It was like traveling, and she walked until 1 noon to the entrance of the county middle school.

She looked at the school gate, her eyes stopped for a while, and turned to smile at her grandfather.

"Grandpa, let's eat buns here at noon. After dinner, we will go to the bus station to take the bus."

"Yeah, OK."

The grandfather and grandson arrived at the bun shop. The students had basically eaten at this order, so there were no one in the store.

"Boss, I'll have two cages of buns, thank you."

"Okay!"
Chapter completed!