The greatest thing in the world is not what we invent, nor what we have. In Yang Bin's view, the greatest thing should be to inherit the knowledge of generations and leave behind documents. I have had a dream since I was a child, hoping that as the poem says, I can work hard to cultivate generations of giants.

Yang Bin: Male, 22 years old, graduated from the 2009 class of a Southwest Normal University, a top student at the Normal University, the president of the Student Union and the director of the Learning Department, and the annual scholarship recipient is a talented man from the School of Computer Technology and Software Development. He is known as the Prince of Software at the school. However, such a student finally had to bid farewell to the big city and come to this place that was made Zitong, becoming a high school principal with only one class.

We cannot explain the details one by one. Perhaps as the Internet says, there is no father named Li Gang, it is actually a kind of sadness. People often say that one day, a monk hits a bell for one day. Since you come to this remote town, you should fulfill your mission. It is just another saying that it is hard to cook without rice. Look at the five dilapidated classrooms and the playground covered with grass. Yang Bin is in tears.

It rains heavily, it rains lightly in the house, and the cold wind tear through it, unable to stop any traces or leave a warmth. How can such a dilapidated school on the opposite side leave a teacher who is willing to stay? In name, you are the principal, but in fact, this is a one-man show standing alone, you have to play and sing in everything.

When he came here in mid-August, Yang Bin thought about it and thought about it. He wanted to put down his arrogant face and go back to the city to be an ordinary program developer. But then he thought, if he left, who would teach them knowledge? Thinking about the expected eyes of the villagers when he came, the shaking hands of the old mayor, and the eyes of the children who longed for knowledge, Yang Bin couldn't be ruthless and couldn't take a step.

Zitong Town is called town level and is actually a village. A town consists of two townships and ten villages. There are mountains everywhere, cliffs everywhere, and information is blocked. The only dirt road is only to the foot of the school building. Looking at the mountain, the horses are dead, and it takes an hour to go from the school to the dirt road. It is a real barren land!

After a half month of coming here, Yang Bin thought of countless ways for the school. Today he once again embarked on the road to applying for funds. He hoped that there would be a sum of money on it. Not to mention how to buy experimental equipment for teaching, at least he could repair the classroom, replace it with a few good tiles, and install a few glasses. It would be better to buy a few bags of cement and a few squares of river sand. The classroom was so bad that when it rained, the ground would become muddy, and there would be no mud on the ground. It would be fine if it was summer, but what would the students do if it was winter?

"Principal Yang, you are going to the county!" Uncle Ma, who was driving the carriage, asked Yang Bin with a smile.

"Yes! The renovation of this school has not yet been settled. I have to go to the county town to apply for a repair money and repair the roof of this school when school starts. Uncle Ma, where are you going? Why don't you take me a ride?" Yang Bin stopped and saw that Uncle Ma, who was familiar, immediately replied with a smile. There were not many cars willing to go on this road. The most common one is this kind of livestock cart. Two used car tires and a larger wooden board. Binging is also a scene in the joy of suffering.

"Look at what you said, come up quickly. Even if I don't go to the county, I have to take you there, right?" Uncle Ma, who was driving the car, quickly tied the reins and said, "It's not easy for us to come here. In the past few years, I couldn't endure this hardship for several people. I'll leave when I come. Only you, Principal Yang, can stay in the second half of the month! You can think about the children, we are happy from the heart. The children in the mountains have a hard life. There is no production in the mountains. If we want to go to high school in the county, we can't get the food expenses of 300 yuan a month. If we don't let the children study, we are uneasy and have a lot of conscience. If we have no knowledge, we can only make a fool of ourselves..."

Facing the hill, Yang Tian listened to Uncle Ma's nagging. Perhaps this was not nagging, but narrative. Because he heard too much desire in this sentence, the adults longed for a teacher to bring out a group of children, and the students longed for the teacher to teach them knowledge. They looked at the whole world with their eyes, hoping that one day they could also walk on this big stage, use their arms to pry the earth, and leave their footprints in history.

The mountains are an iron wall that blocks knowledge from spreading over the hills, and it almost ruins the future of children. There are no millionaires or billions of property in this hills. There are only workers carrying dilapidated luggage. Due to the lack of knowledge, they are the hard-working people living at the bottom of the world. They are looking for the golden key to break through the shackles every day, and struggling with the invisible vortex every day.

Knowledge, they need knowledge, they shout and pray. It’s just as if the great gods and Buddhas had not heard people’s prayers, they still chose to forget this high hill. What hope/project, what one plus one/fund, they turned a blind eye to it. Even the teachers who finally applied for transfer had to leave those cute children behind, running as fast as possible, it seemed that this was the whirlpool of the sea of ​​suffering in the world, stepping into eternal pain in one step.

The sun in the early morning slowly soars into the air from the other side of the mountain, and the beautiful brilliance spreads throughout the mountain. The primeval forest is like a girl who wakes up from a dream, with a bit hazy and a little temptation. The singing of birds in the mountains is full of joy, and the wild flowers on the roadside are colorful. From time to time, I see a corn field, the green corn leaves swaying in the morning mist, and the white beards clean up the many unsatisfactory things.

It takes more than three hours to drive a carriage from the town to the county. During this period, it is mostly dirt roads, and a rare cement road is considered a benefit. Yang Bin carries a few certificates from the town, which is the only credit he deserves to be proud of these days. For this proof, Yang Bin has almost traveled to all departments in the town.

The truth is that there is no money in the town. The office buildings in the early days of liberation have not been replaced. The lack of money is not something that Yang Bin is worried about. What he is most worried about is that these people are desperate for face and cannot cause trouble to the country. For these pieces of paper, Yang Bin has worn out his mouth, complained, and pretended to be a scoundrel. Almost all the methods he thought of were used on this. He also thought about asking the town to help raise funds and not cause trouble to the county, but is that feasible? The villagers are so poor, how many people can pay for the money? Thinking about it, he finally gave up this idea. He was young and there was nothing wrong with going a few more trips.

"Uncle Ma, please stop here! There are cars a few kilometers ahead, so you can't delay your farm work." Yang Bin held the strap of his shoulder bag with both hands and called Uncle Ma who was rushing to stop. This is a cement road, and if you are easy to walk, just exercise your body.

"What are you going to stop? This is several miles away from the bus station in the county. I want the villagers to know that I drove you out of the bus halfway, and why don't you call me Ma Laosan unhuman? Hurry up and sit firmly. There is no farm work at this time, and it will be impossible to delay anything when you pull you to the county town. Besides, there is no village or shop in the back. Can I watch you, a college student, suffer this hardship? Although Ma Laosan, didn't study, I also know that the teacher is the most precious wealth for the children. If you are tired, who will teach our children? So sit firmly! Drive!" Uncle Ma did not mean to stop, but urged the horse to move forward quickly.

The rural people are the most simple. If you treat him well, he will definitely repay you twice as much. Although Uncle Ma doesn’t read much, he also knows the principle of repaying kindness. A college student who just came from school was willing to stay here for the sake of his children’s ability to go to school. He asked blind dates to help weed and went to the county to apply for funds. It is hard to find such a good teacher with lanterns and torches. If he can meet him in the town, he is a blessing he has cultivated in his previous life. Don’t let him suffer no matter what he says. What’s more paths? He can’t delay farm work.

"This...thank you, Uncle Ma!" Yang Bin wanted to refuse, but he looked at the carriage flying on the concrete road, and he was unable to say it several times. He grew up in the countryside. Although his parents later went to the county town to do fruit business, he was still a rural child after all. Rural people knew about rural affairs, and others treated you well, so they looked down on you. Don't be ignorant. If they don't agree, they will think you are so spoiled.

"Oh... That's right! Think about how long it takes for you to walk alone for such a long way? It's dark when you go there. The hotels in the county are not cheap. Thirty yuan is enough for us to sell dozens of eggs. I'll accompany you for a trip at least you don't have to touch the night when you come back." Uncle Ma said with a whip and laughing.

If it is a straight line distance from the town to the county town, it is only 10 or 20 kilometers, but it cannot stand the high mountain. If you go up and down the mountain, you will really make a desperate move. When I came here myself, the county drove a jeep and wanted to go to the county town on a regular basis. It would be like taking a new trip to the Chang/Zheng Road, spending all the morning on this walk.

The mountain roads are winding and the trees are green. Although it seems to be out of touch with reality, when you calm down, you will find that it is really beautiful. A two-lane road winds through the mountains, with primitive landforms and primitive ecology. Countless big trees stand in the mountains. Colorful flowers embellish this fantastic world. Birds sing and flowers compete for beauty. When you smell the air, the fragrance of wild flowers is filled with the breath of nature, which makes people feel very comfortable.
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