Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

The night slowly spreads out, revealing tiny dots of starlight...

The cicadas in the trees sang day and night, complaining about the unpredictable weather. The old people moved their stools to the square to chat, and a few lights in the woods in the distance occasionally swept over and disappeared immediately.

In order to study together and encourage each other, everyone stayed at Mo Zhichun's grandfather's house.

Grandpa Mo Yang was one of the first people in the village to go to school. He always hoped that the children in the village could get out of the mountains and change their fate. It was with the help of others that he was able to go out to see the world and meet the person who would hold his hand for a lifetime. Mo Yang felt that the most important thing in life is to be content. He told his wife Li Yue about his idea of ​​giving back to his hometown, and Li Yue expressed her support. Mo Yang arranged everything, and the next day he took his wife back to his hometown where he was raised and became a teacher in the school.

Maybe I am insignificant, but I will help as many people as I can. I will use the money I earn to rebuild the old house, which is a bit like a small school. The house faces south, with two classrooms on the east side, the tiled house in the middle is the bedroom and living room where the owner lives, and the bunk house on the west side is two dormitories with iron beds and bunk beds, separated by a kitchen.

In the past, children from other villages often walked more than ten miles to go to school, and the dormitories were reserved for them to live in. It was no exaggeration to say that the iron beds were placed next to each other like a large dormitory.

Conditions were limited in those days, but the children were able to endure hardships and never complained. They carried sickles up the mountain to cut grass and feed the geese, and on the way back and forth they kept mumbling about what they had learned. They were very lucky to have such an environment.

With the popularization of compulsory education, Mo Yang retired and most of the rooms were vacant. In recent years, the younger generation is willing to study here during winter and summer vacations. The classrooms and dormitories have been renovated. The bumpy wooden double tables in the classrooms have been replaced with iron single tables. There are more than a dozen tables in each classroom. The dormitory space is large. The blue bunk beds against the wall have become a room for twelve people. Two tables are placed next to each bed to store things.

On the east wall hangs a framed warm reminder, which is my grandmother’s favorite.

The classroom on the left is for the middle school group, and the classroom on the right is for the primary school group.

PS:

For children under six years old, the yard is your battlefield. Go play in the mud, or go walk the dog with grandpa. Cherish your short childhood.

Adult college students who can't even teach their younger brothers and sisters, don't come here to be lazy, accompany us two old people. Those who are preparing for postgraduate entrance examinations or civil service examinations should go to grandpa's study, where their efficiency will be doubled.

After Mo Yang retired, he and his wife thought about growing some vegetables and fruits. After negotiating with the villagers, they expanded the wall, enclosed their land, and began a leisurely retirement life.

During the summer and winter vacations, he accompanied the younger generation to fool around and occasionally checked their homework. The children became teachers. They were frightened by Mo Yang's eagerness to learn every day. When he asked them questions, he couldn't explain them. The next day, the old man with gray hair proudly showed off that he understood, and pulled the children to explain it to them. This is a nightmare that every younger generation has to go through, but it is also because of this nightmare that the children learn more thoroughly and their grades are not bad.

The path in the yard was paved with pebbles. It was only in recent years that cement was paved after the younger generations' pleading. Mo Yang also gave the children a lecture, saying that he was eighty years old and couldn't fall down. They were not yet adults, so they were good at falling on flat ground. When picking fruits, they would just wait under the tree and sit to eat. Few of them climbed trees, and none of them had ever experienced the joy of taking bird eggs. They were really useless.

Wang Can's father originally wanted to enroll Wang Can in a summer class, but Wang Can heard that the group of four was studying in the countryside and felt that the famous teacher might not be suitable for him. After discussing with his father, he decided it would be better for him to study with them so that they would have someone to look after him.

Mo Zhichun asked the two elderly people for their opinions. Mo Yang liked studious children the most, so he immediately nodded in agreement. It just so happened that the watermelons in the yard were ripe, and there would be an extra free laborer during the harvest.

Wang Can was packed up by his father overnight and dragged into the car before dawn the next day. At six o'clock, he was already standing outside the black gate and met Mo Zhichun and Mo Yang who were out walking the dog.

After introducing each other, Mo Zhichun took Wang Can to the dormitory to put his things.

“Grandpa, Uncle Wang, I’ll take Wang Can to put the things away first. They should all be up by now.”

Mo Yang waved his hand to show that he understood, "Go ahead, Chang Ling, is it okay for me to call you that?"

"Okay. I grew up eating at many people's homes, and it's been a long time since anyone has called me by my name so affectionately." That kind of call that only belongs to elders, the name is called out like a treasure, with a bit of pampering in the calmness.

"Okay, Changling, I'll show you our yard." Mo Yang led people into the yard with his hands behind his back, not daring to look back at Wang's father's red eyes.

Mo Yang likes to introduce his yard to the younger generation the most. That is a period of old times that can never be returned to. It is a unique memory that belongs only to people of Mo Wan's generation who grew up in the countryside.

"Wow, you can open a farmhouse in your yard. I also grew up in the countryside and have been seeking medical treatment in various cities over the years. It's really heartwarming to see these native chickens."

"You have taken good care of your big white geese. When I was a kid, I went up the mountain to cut grass to feed the geese and had steamed buns for lunch. I didn't dare go home until I had cut a bag of grass. I would only go home after dark with half a bag of grass on my back..."

Father Wang sighed as he looked across the fence at the free-range chickens and white geese.

"Son, come and see the big white geese and native chickens. You have seen them before, but you always say that your dad lied to you."

Father Wang waved to Wang Can who was walking in the distance. He jumped up and down like a monkey and accidentally tripped over a clod of earth. He fell into the vegetable field on the right and made a hole in the nearby ridge.

Gu Ye jumped over the ditch and ran over to help Father Wang up. "Uncle Wang, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I just ruined the land and I have to make ridges again." Father Wang felt embarrassed as he looked at the hole he had made.

"Which child was so careless to fall to the ground? Gu Ye, was it you?" Dense vines clung to the shelf, and a figure emerged from it.

"Grandma, it wasn't me. Brother Wang and Uncle Wang came today, and Uncle Wang fell to the ground." Gu Ye quickly threw the iron pot away.

His clothes were stained with dirt and turned yellowish brown. Father Wang was busy brushing off the dirt as his son inspected him from all angles.

"That's perfect. I picked some cucumbers and bean sprouts. Come and take them back to the kitchen so we can have buns for breakfast this morning. Xiao Wang, wait until you finish eating the buns before you leave."

Pei Qiubai quickly took the basket from the old woman and said, "Grandma, let me do it. You have to teach me how to make dumplings later. I have never learned it before."

"Then Gu Ye, let's take Wang Can and your Uncle Wang to look at other places. The rest of you can go back with me to light the fire and cook." Mo Yang held Gu Ye and wouldn't let him leave.

"Grandpa, why don't you let me go? I want to make dumplings, too."

"You'd better forget it. Last time we cooked, I went to pick some vegetables, and you burned the pot I've used for more than 20 years. I can't even enter the kitchen anymore. I just replaced my big iron pot yesterday. You'd better not enter the kitchen again." The child kept burning firewood without lifting the lid of the pot to see if there was any water in it. If the water in the pot was dried up, how could the bottom of the pot not fall off?