The tractors were all parked in an open space.

In front of the open space is a two-story building.

This is the primary school in the village. It is built in the flattest place on the mountain near the village. It was donated by some charities in the past. I heard from the old village chief that this is the most magnificent building in the village.

Looking at the cement room that was already very old and almost lost paint, Song Yun's heart became much heavier for no reason.

According to the plan, the donation ceremony will be held on the playground of this primary school, because it is the only building in the village that everyone thinks can use TV, and it is also the only building that can accommodate more people.

"Where is your clinic?" Song Yun asked.

"Just next to this school, I'll take you there later." Mo Yuyao said while helping to move the things out of the car.

Song Yun also hurriedly stepped forward to help carry things, and as for the other people in the city, they looked for a place to rest.

Song Yun didn't expect these people who were weak under their feet to help. There were only six or seven people helping unload the goods, which was quite fast.

Next to these tractors, there are many children standing. These children are about six or seven years old, and the older ones are in their teens. However, these people, no matter they are big or small, they have one thing in common, that is, they are dark skin and thin.

Some people's clothes can't even see the original color, they are all dusty, while some people's shoes are already ragged, and they can basically see the kind of toes.

Some of these people had two snots on their faces, and looked curiously at Song Yun and others moving things out of the car. Some of them were slightly larger and came to help.

Song Yun handed a box to a child next to him who was looking at the fifteen or sixteen years old. Song Yun could clearly see that the man's hands were covered with gray dust and many cracks.

Although spring has come, it is still very cold in such a valley. In addition, the air is dry, and it has not rained for many days, so many people's skin has cracked.

"Don't it hurt?" Song Yun asked the boy who was carrying things quickly.

"It doesn't hurt." The boy said in a bit stiff Chinese, "How can this hurt?"

Song Yun was stunned for a moment, then understood the boy's meaning. It is estimated that this kind of small wound is like a common occurrence for people here, just like when we were scratched by a knife when we were young, and we might think it was nothing. However, if those who were spoiled and had never had any wounds in their lifetime suddenly were scratched by a knife, they might feel like they were hurt.

No matter how much injury occurs, if it often occurs, it will gradually become accustomed to it.

Soon, the things were completely moved out of the tractor.

Many people came to the village after hearing the news, many of them came from far away. Due to the special geographical environment, the villages here cannot be like villages in the south of China. Each household lives in a relatively dense area. Many people's homes here are several kilometers apart. In addition, detours, and sometimes it takes a whole day to travel around the house.

The people who came came had a hint of curiosity on their faces. Most of them were women, and some looked older men.

Many young men have already gone out to work.

Those who were responsible for shooting documentaries also worked very hard to set up the machine and started shooting.

For this donation, Song Yun did not ask someone to make a banner or invite any leaders to come. He simply asked someone to place a few tables and chairs in the center of the playground and then began to distribute things.

First of all, it is naturally the students' school supplies. Basically, everyone has obtained some study supplies, and then there are some other daily necessities donated, such as generators, flashlights, etc.

These things seem to be useless in big cities, but they are actually used in Xiangyang Village. If you send a hundred computers to such places, it is purely a waste. Whether there is any power to turn on these computers is a big problem.

Then there were a lot of drinking water, instant noodles, milk, etc., which were also distributed according to the needs, most of which were donated to the school and then distributed according to the amount of each person every day.

Everyone who came to collect things had curiosity and gratitude on their faces, and there was no snatching.

Mo Yuyao is responsible for distributing things, and Song Yun is responsible for giving them to her.

"Aunt, this thing is applied to prevent mosquitoes on your body, and it can be used in summer!" Mo Yuyao put a bottle of flower dew into the hands of an old lady and said with a smile.

"I know, I know, thank you, Yuyao!" The old lady looked at her old hand with a smile on her face and took the flower dew from Mo Yuyao's hand, and some other things, and then said, "Oh, I'll just say you are the lucky star in our village!"

"Hehe, Auntie, these are all the credits of this gentleman!" Mo Yuyao pointed at Song Yun and said.

"Oh, thank you, comrade." The old lady walked to Song Yun's side, held Song Yun's hand tightly with her hands, and said, "Thank you for helping us, thank you"!

"Haha, it's all we should do." Song Yun felt the rough calluses on the old man's hands and said with a smile, "We just expressed our feelings, but Yuyao is really staying with you. You should thank Yuyao for your goodness!"

Everyone who received the things came up to thank Song Yun and Mo Yuyao. Everyone had simplicity and gratitude on their faces, which made Song Yun's tense heart slowly relax.

There are actually many things happening recently, for Song Yun.

The infiltration of force towards wz has reached a critical moment. Song Yun had to receive a text message from Zhao Yan in almost a few hours, specifically reporting on what Wuli did in wz, and the same is true for Zhang Bei. At present, the battlefields on both sides have begun to slowly begin. Although Song Yun came out to work on something that seemed to have nothing to do with this, whether it was related was actually Song Yun himself knew.

The joint statement issued with Xuanwu alone is enough to make Song Yun’s trip worthwhile this time, and everything he is doing now is also Song Yun’s future development model of Phoenix Charity Fund.
Chapter completed!