Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

She came to the door and asked everyone why they came, and welcomed them into the house.

The house is a typical northern courtyard with stone bricks on the floor, which looks very clean.

The house faces south, with two main rooms on the south side, a kitchen on the east side, and a shed in the northwest corner. I have plowed a piece of land, and I think I want to grow something.

The old lady brought everyone into the house, and Guo Qing began to ask about the situation.

The old man's children passed away very early, leaving behind a grandson who was brought up by her and her wife. Last year, her wife passed away just after the house was built.

Now only she and her grandson are left to depend on each other.

Fortunately, his grandson has an uncle who is a kind-hearted person. He visits the house every now and then, brings some food and drink, and tends some fields by himself, barely surviving starvation.

My grandson is in junior high school this year, and his studies are very good. The teacher also knows their situation and waived the fees for books, tuition, miscellaneous fees, accommodation and other expenses, but the food expenses and other expenses are still a considerable burden.

The grandson is also very sensible, and once told his grandmother to drop out of school to work but was persuaded by his grandmother.

"Grandma, do you have a phone number for their teacher?"

Wang Xuebin bent down and said in grandma's ear:

Grandma entered the room and took out a notebook with a bunch of phone numbers written on it. She rummaged through it, handed it to Wang Xuebin and said:

"This is their Teacher Liang's phone number!"

Wang Xuebin took the phone and called.

"Hi, hello, is this Teacher Liang?"

"Yes, I am, are you?"

The voice of a middle-aged woman on the other end of the phone sounded a little harsh.

"Hello, we are from the Shanxing Tianxia Charity Association. We are giving scholarships to Zhang Jianhua, and we want to know about his situation!"

Teacher Liang's tone became much more enthusiastic when he heard it.

"Hello, hello! You ask, Zhang Jianhua is the best student in our class. He will definitely be admitted to a key high school. Let me tell you..."

Before Wang Xuebin asked, Teacher Liang hurriedly started to boast endlessly.

After boasting about learning and discipline, after boasting about discipline, praise moral character.

I kept talking, kept repeating, and kept talking for more than half an hour. Wang Xuebin turned on the loudspeaker, and all of them could hear it, and everyone's eyes were red.

Grandma kept wiping her tears, and murmured:

"Ms. Liang, Mr. Liang..."

Finally, Teacher Liang finished speaking. She was quietly waiting for Wang Xuebin's trial, and the scene was silent.

Wang Xuebin took a deep breath, picked up the phone and put it to his ear and said:

"Mr. Liang, you tell Zhang Jianhua to let him study hard and don't worry about other things.

You tell him, as long as he can go, we will continue to provide. If he goes to high school, I will pay for high school.

He is a good student. If he meets a good teacher like you, I believe he will definitely become a pillar of talent. You tell him not to be held back by the difficulties in front of him, and he must go on and repay the motherland and the society in the future! "

"Thank you! Thank you! Woohoo..."

Teacher Liang cried aloud. She wanted to help this student very much. She had looked for the school and organized donations, but she had done everything she could, and it was only a temporary solution. Now that her student finally had hope, she also Finally couldn't help crying.

They handed over the donation to grandma, and a group of people walked out of the house in silence.

Wang Xuebin took out his mobile phone and flipped through it, saying:

"Let's go, there are two more!"

They got into the car and walked towards the next house!

Chapter 78 Poverty

Wang Xuebin was in the lead car, and Guo Qing was driving. He was a very active person. During their trip here, Guo Qing kept chatting and always had something to say.

But now, he is quiet, and the car is also quiet. After seeing the previous scene, they really couldn't get active.

Wang Xuebin looked for the next one with his mobile phone. After searching for about half an hour, they turned into a small alley.

There are many villagers with houses of different specifications, some are newly built red brick cement houses, some are blue brick houses from the 70s, and some are mud houses.

The ground here is hardened, it should be built in the village, and there is a gazebo, which looks a little unharmonious.

The road is a little narrow, and there are a lot of red bricks and sand piled up. It should be that some people are planning to build a house.

The group of them asked as they walked, walked along the path to the innermost alley, turned left and entered, and saw a small courtyard.

This small courtyard is not like the old lady's house they met before.

The middle of the courtyard wall here is low and has not been repaired.

"Is anyone there? We are from the Shanxing Tianxia Charity Association, and the envoys are here to deliver scholarships. Is Li Chunxiao at home?"

"Someone!"

It was a little girl who answered, and he was Li Chunxiao.

Her father is somewhat disabled, and originally relied on his mother for a living. Later, her mother was paralyzed in bed due to illness, and all the family's wealth was filled in for the medical treatment.

When Wang Xuebin and the others came, Li Chunxiao was doing her homework. Although it was winter, she was still writing in the yard because there was no electricity at home.

A pile of corn stalks and firewood was scattered in the yard, which was used to make a fire for cooking. The pile was very full and messy.

Guo Qing was the first to ask:

"Girl, is your father there?"

Li Chunxiao shook his head. His father went to the town to do odd jobs, and he won't be back for a while.

The barriers to employment for the disabled are very narrow, and his father found a job with great difficulty, so he dared not make any mistakes.

Wang Xuebin bent down and asked for the phone numbers of his father and teacher, and called them.

The teacher's phone was not connected, but her father was reached.

"Hi! Hello, are you Li Chunxiao's parent?"

"Yes, I am!"