When they arrived at the school, the students’ army boots were filled with rain, and they could hear the sound of water when they stepped on them. The flashlight swept across the most magnificent four-story high school with red bricks and white walls in the whole village, Xu Wen To Ye Jian whispered: "The best houses in the two villages."
It is indeed the best house.
After crossing two villages, what I saw was either mud-brick houses from the 70s and 80s, or red bricks. There was no whitewashing on the outside. Very simple red brick buildings. This pair of students from big cities In general, the visual impact is still quite large.
Like Xu Wen.
If she hadn't had this field training in the forest area, she really didn't know that there were still mud-brick houses in this era. The mud-brick houses she had ever seen were only in documentaries.
Now they are located in the forest area named after the ancestor of China on this wooden ladder. The 45 students of the class are divided into three groups for three days and two nights field training. Ye Jian leads three groups of field survival training, and the other two groups are the same. Complete the field survival training separately.
Tonight is the second night of field survival training. The accommodation conditions of Ye Jian and his group are much better than those of the other two large groups.
The other two groups all set up temporary awnings by themselves under the heavy rain and will spend the whole night.
Ye Jian and the others walked into the "Wangjiaao Hope Primary School", which was built two years ago and donated by Hong Kong City Charity.
"This is a first-grade classroom. Do you think you live in one or two?" The one who brought the students in was an old man from the guard school in Wangjia'ao Village. He was in his early sixties with white temples and deep wrinkles on his forehead. , But the pace is very vigorous, the old man turned on the two tungsten lamps in the classroom, and his voice was bright and said: "There are many classrooms, you can sleep as you wish."
While talking, the old man looked curiously at the soldiers who suddenly appeared in the school. He didn't know what kind of soldiers the soldiers were. One said he was a student, and another was a soldier. Why did they all become soldiers? Still a student.
The classroom in the elementary school is not very large, but 15 students are enough. Song Zhiqiu smiled and said, "Uncle, we just live in one classroom. We move the desks to one side first, and we will move back to the original place when we leave tomorrow morning. You can rest assured that you won't damage a table or a chair."
"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm relieved when the soldiers do things."
The old man laughed and said, seeing that none of the Zhang Zhang’s faceless soldiers were dry, and there were two wet shoe prints on the sides of their shoes. He was quite distressed and said: "What about your group of soldiers? Come here, I haven't heard that we still have troops in the mountains."
"I will take a break. I will twist two pots of hot water. Have you not eaten dinner yet? I will make a fire in the cafeteria and cook for you!"
When the students heard it, how could they trouble the villagers, they all said that they had eaten by themselves and their stomachs were full.
Song Zhiqiu thanked the old man again and again, and then the old man left with hesitation.
"Have you eaten? What did you eat? Are you full with rain? Nibbled bark? Tree leaves?" The old man who left the classroom said to himself.
A few students in the hallway wringing wet clothes heard, look at me, I look at you, a little confused.
When you enter, ask your comrades, "Uncle said we gnaw bark and tree leaves, what did you just say?"
"Chew bark, tree leaves? We didn't say anything."
"Uncle doesn't think we have a long march."