It was said to be elementary school, but Zhang Kun looked in front of him, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

The entire school was built with earthen mud bricks, and the wind, sun and rain were blowing, and some mud bricks had cracked. Moreover, on the wall on the left side, the mud bricks on the other side disappeared, leaving only the foundation of the wall.

He walked forward a few steps to the gate, but Zhang Kun was stunned again. He stood there blankly, staring at the scene inside the gate.

Inside the door, a blackboard supported by branches had cracks on it, no podium or podium, and only a simple-dressed young teacher stood in front of the blackboard, writing something on the blackboard with a white stone that Zhang Kun didn't recognize.

And the student in front of the blackboard... Zhang Kun held his backpack and grabbed his hand suddenly.

There are many students, and there are all big and small. The younger ones look six or seven years old, and the older ones should be about ten years old.

Students of different ages sit in the same classroom.

This may not surprise Zhang Kun. In some remote mountainous areas, people of different school ages share the same classroom. Zhang Kun has heard of it before. But what about their desks? Where are their stools?

Zhang Kun looked blankly at the students who were listening attentively. Some of them were shelves built casually by a few pieces of wood, and some even built a "stone table" with cold stones.

Now Zhang Kun finally knew where the wall that disappeared in the school was gone. Isn’t the mud bricks sitting under the butts of the students?

There is no playground, no green shade, and even... no classroom.

To be precise, the whole school is a classroom.

Zhang Kun stared blankly at the scene in the school and stood for a long time.

"Is this primary school?" Zhang Kun asked in a daze.

"Yes, elementary school, Shiqiao Primary School, the only elementary school within ten kilometers nearby!" Huang Shikai's face was very calm and he replied lightly.

He had long been used to the expressions of others when they saw school for the first time. Zhang Kun was not the first, nor would he be the last.

After getting Huang Shikai's affirmation, Zhang Kun was silent.

Although Zhang Kun's family is not rich, they still live in the city, with food, clothing, housing and housing. Although they don't have their own car, there are buses when they go out.

Although Zhang Kun has not had a good grades since childhood, both elementary school, junior high school, and now high school, the school where Zhang Kun is located is bright.

White walls, beautiful blackboards, neat books, clean desks, playgrounds, green trees...

Zhang Kun knew that he was still young and had little contact with society, but Zhang Kun really couldn't imagine that in today's society is so progressing, there would be such a so-called "school"?

No classroom, no desk, or even books!

Zhang Kun looked at the empty "desk" of all the classmates, some of them didn't even have a pen, holding black charcoal and writing something on the "desk".

Is this a school?

Why are there such schools?

The towns don’t care? The towns don’t care? The countys don’t care?

Even if these people don’t care about it, what about the so-called Hope Project? Hope Primary School? Major Poverty Alleviation Foundations?

Why no one cares?

Zhang Kun didn't understand that he didn't often see on TV, news, or newspapers that a new Hope Primary School was built in a certain place, and a certain foundation helped some poor students realize their dream of studying...

But, since that's the case, why is no one here to care about it?

Mud bricks, branches, wood, stones, cracked blackboards, either chalk chalk or charcoal pens..., these are the ones that make up this school.

Zhang Kun was silent. He didn't know what he was feeling at this time. He looked at the students who were focused on listening to the class, and he... felt sad!

At this time, in the classroom, the teacher put down the "chalk" with a smile on his face, and then announced the get out of class to be over and have a meal.

Then more than 20 students jumped up with laughter, ran to the ground next to the classroom to pick up some porcelain bowls, then lined up very naturally, and stood honestly in front of a big pot.

At this time, Zhang Kun discovered that there was a big pot in the classroom. The firewood under the big pot had been extinguished, but the big pot was still slowly steaming.

"It's lunch time!" Huang Shikai murmured, his voice very little, but Zhang Kun could hear it very clearly.

It turned out that it was already noon before I knew it.

The teacher walked to the big pot with a smile on his face, uncovered the lid, and then took a large spoon and started distributing food one by one.

But when the large spoon was scooped out of the lid of the pot, Zhang Kun looked at the food inside the spoon in disbelief.

porridge……?

Each person had a spoonful of porridge. When everyone finished distributing it, the teacher took out a plastic bottle from the back of the big pot with a smirk, and saw that it was full of fiery red radish sticks.

When I saw the radish sticks, all the students showed excitement and started queuing again. Then the teacher distributed... two pieces each?

All the students who received the radish sticks were excited and happily returned to their seats, drinking hot porridge in big mouthfuls.

Then, it's gone...

However, looking at the students who were drinking porridge and looking satisfied with the radish sticks, Zhang Kun was so upset.

They are only six or seven years old young.

And the older one is eleven or twelve years old, but it is the time to grow up. This is their lunch?

"It's gone?" Zhang Kun murmured as he watched someone finish the porridge quickly and chew the radish strips excitedly in his mouth, and then put the bowl back to its original place.

Really gone?

There is no rice, but there is not one steamed bun?

Just a bowl of porridge and two radish sticks, is enough?

At this moment, someone finally found Zhang Kun standing outside the door. He saw a timid look on his face, and then quickly ran to the teacher who was drinking porridge, and carefully said a few words and pointed outside the door.

The young teacher was stunned when he looked up at Zhang Kun, but when he looked at the backpack that Zhang Kun was carrying, the teacher quickly put down the bowl of rice in his hand and stood up, then walked towards the door.
Chapter completed!