Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

Qin Huairu seemed to have noticed something as well. She turned to look at Banggeng with a serious tone: "Banggeng, where did the money in your hand come from? Mom remembers that there is not so much money at home to give you."

Banggeng's face turned pale instantly. He glanced at Xiaodang secretly and stammered, "I..I..."

Just when he didn't know what to do, Xiao Dang seemed to be about to speak, but he was interrupted hastily: "I picked it up! Yes, I found a dead chicken on the road and sold it for some money."

Qin Huairu heard this, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, but looking at Banggeng's nervous look, she finally chose to believe it, and just sighed softly: "Don't do this again next time. Although our family is not rich, we can't do such things that will cause misunderstandings."

As she spoke, she took out a few coins from her pocket and distributed them to the children. "Here, this is a little gift from mom. If you want anything in the future, tell mom."

Yi Zhonghai watched silently from the side, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew Banggeng's character very well, and was half-believing and half-doubting what the child said. But at this moment, he was more helpless and disappointed. He secretly sighed and thought: "If this child continues like this, he will probably go astray in the future."

At the other end of the truck, three elderly people, Yang Ming, Liu Daming and Tang Shanlin, were sitting together, chatting and laughing.

Liu Daming's face was flushed as he excitedly recounted the adventures he had after leaving Sijiucheng: "Do you know? I met an old hunter on the road. He taught me some hunting skills and gave me a hare!" His voice was full of pride and satisfaction.

Tang Shanlin smiled and agreed: "Old Liu, your trip really opened your eyes. Unlike me, I was worried about this and that at the beginning. Now look, the people and things I met along the way are much more interesting than the few acres of land at home."

Yang Ming felt very relieved as he watched the two of them go from being unfamiliar with each other to being close now.

He patted the two men on the shoulders and said with a smile: "Although we have suffered a lot along the way, what we have gained is not only these stories and experiences. More importantly, we old brothers have become closer in heart."

"Alert! Alert!" The guards on the truck immediately became nervous, holding their guns tightly. The captain stood up quickly, staring at the uninvited guest with sharp eyes.

The jeep showed no intention of slowing down and rushed straight in front of the truck. It braked suddenly, and the tires made a harsh sound when rubbing against the ground. The air was filled with tension and anxiety.

The car door suddenly opened, and a young clerk in a military coat jumped out of the car. The red ribbon wrapped around his arm was particularly eye-catching in the setting sun, and he had an innocent yet determined smile on his face.

"Captain, I'm the clerk of Farm No. 714, and I've been ordered to pick up Teacher Yang." The young man's voice was clear, but it carried an unquestionable majesty. Upon hearing this, the captain frowned slightly, then looked at Yang Ming, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Teacher Yang? Who is Teacher Yang?" The captain turned around and asked, his eyes finally fell on Yang Ming. Yang Ming was also confused. He was just an ordinary volunteer teacher. When did he become a "teacher" who needed such a grand reception?

"I...I'm Yang Ming." He answered hesitantly.

The clerk immediately stepped forward, smiling even more brightly: "Teacher Yang, you are finally here! This is a letter for you."

As he spoke, he handed over a slightly old envelope with the three words "Gao Yufeng" written on it. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, which made Yang Ming's heart tighten.

After opening the envelope, there was a short note inside. Although the content was not detailed, the information revealed between the lines made Yang Ming realize that this was an important and urgent task.

He looked up into the distance, feeling an indescribable sense of responsibility in his heart.

He made the decision for the children in the village who were eager for knowledge.

“'I...I accept this mission.'" Yang Ming's voice was soft but firm.

The captain and Liu Daming and the others looked at each other with confusion and worry in their eyes. Liu Daming took a step forward and wanted to say something, but in the end he just patted Yang Ming on the shoulder and sighed heavily.

"Teacher Yang, you... must be careful." Liu Daming's words were choked with sobs. Others also gathered around him, talking in a flurry, with reluctance and blessings in their eyes.

Yang Ming responded, his heart filled with gratitude. He turned and walked towards the jeep, put his luggage in place, and then sat in the passenger seat. The clerk started the engine, and the jeep roared again, heading towards an unknown direction.

"Where are we going?" Yang Ming couldn't help but ask.

"Northwest, where the wind blows." The clerk answered briefly, with a mysterious look in his eyes. As the jeep gradually went away, the gate of the steel mill was vaguely visible.

There, a welcoming team, even more enthusiastic than last time, had been waiting for a long time. Wang Fuhan and Yang Youning stood side by side.

But the distance between the two seemed like an invisible wall, and their occasional eye contact was just a quick glance before they looked away.

"Teacher Yang is back!" someone in the crowd shouted. Chen Gong and Zhao Chuanjun also squeezed to the front, their faces filled with anticipation and joy.

Director Sun Guo and several colleagues gathered again, their eyes flashing with curiosity and speculation.

"Director Wang, who is this important person coming this time? Can you give us some information?"

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Sun Guo asked half-jokingly. Wang Guodong just smiled slightly, his eyes deep, and shook his head gently, "We will know when the time comes, we just need to do a good job of reception." This sense of mystery made everyone present feel a little uneasy and expectant.

Soon, two jeeps slowly drove into the gate of the steel rolling mill and stopped steadily under the attention of everyone.

The car door opened, and Deputy Director Liu Huaimin got out first, followed closely by a middle-aged man with a square face and well-dressed clothes. He was Director Zhang.

Factory Director Wang Fuhan and others quickly stepped forward and shook hands warmly with Director Zhang. During the greetings, Director Zhang's majesty and friendliness coexisted, which made people respect him.

"Boom, boom, boom--" As the drum beats sounded, the already warm atmosphere was instantly ignited. The workers applauded and cheered, as if expressing their warm welcome to the guests in the most simple way.

When entering the office, Director Zhang was arranged to sit at the top, with Liu Huaimin, Wang Fuhan and others sitting on both sides. The atmosphere was formal yet warm.

Director Zhang got straight to the point and stated his purpose: "I am here to announce an important appointment, as assigned by my superiors. At the same time, I hope to discuss the future development path with my colleagues in the steel rolling mill."

After saying this, he looked around, his eyes revealing his expectations for the future.