PNB Chapter 1861 Did she fall to her death from a mountain in her past life?
Chapter 1861 Did she fall to her death from a mountain in her past life?
This area is too poor to build schools or hire teachers, so every year the government sends college students to the countryside to teach.
The nearby villagers have long been used to seeing glamorous college students occasionally appearing during the start of the school season.
"Yes, how do I get to Stone Village?" Fu Qin asked politely.
The woman pointed out the path up the mountain to the two of them, but Fu Qin was dumbfounded when she saw it. It was not a path at all, but a winding trail overgrown with weeds, marked by years of footsteps, leading all the way up.
Some places were so steep that it was impossible to walk upright and people had to climb up by hand, but Zhang Ran and Fu Qin were carrying heavy suitcases.
Looking at the treacherous 'road', Fu Qin looked at Zhang Ran with tears in her eyes, "I never thought I'd need to know rock climbing to get here."
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and go, it's getting late." Zhang Ran told her to walk in front so that if she suddenly slipped, he could grab her in time to prevent her from becoming crippled.
Stumbling and falling along the way, it was like Tang Sanzang's journey to the West.
After going through eighty-one tribulations, the soles of my shoes were covered in a thick layer of mud, my clothes were covered in leaves and mud, and one of the wheels on my suitcase was broken.
The two finally stood at the entrance of Stone Village.
Watching the chimney slowly rise, Fu Qin's eyes reddened, and she almost burst into tears. If she had another chance, she would never come to teach in such a poor mountain village. If Zhang Ran hadn't pulled her back in time on the way here, she would have rolled down the mountain and died.
Zhang Ran stared at Fu Qin's profile, wondering if she had fallen to her death from a mountain in her past life.
In her previous life, Fu Qin did indeed slip and fall down the mountain, but she was rescued by nearby villagers.
The two people pulled their suitcases into the village, attracting curious glances from the villagers.
Fu Qin walked up to them with a graceful demeanor and asked about the village chief's house.
The villagers then took the two of them to the village chief's house.
The courtyard was surrounded by a fence, chicken droppings were everywhere, there were low bungalows, and dilapidated tables and chairs.
"Are you the village chief?" Fu Qin looked at the old man with a white beard, stepped forward and took out the letter she had brought. "I am a teacher who went to the countryside to teach. My name is Fu Qin and her name is Zhang Ran."
"Please sit down, please sit down." The village chief took the letter and warmly invited the two to sit down, then asked his wife to pour them tea.
After reading the letter, the village chief's questioning gaze shifted back and forth between Zhang Ran and Fu Qin: "In previous years, there was only one teacher. Why are there two this year?"
Fu Qin looked a little guilty and didn't know how to explain.
Zhang Ran spoke up: "I didn't want to come in the first place, and none of the other students in the class wanted to go to the countryside to teach, so the teacher asked me to fill in temporarily. I didn't expect the mountain roads here to be so difficult to walk on; the soles of my shoes are all worn out. Since only one teacher is needed, I'll go back now." She pulled her suitcase and turned to leave.
Fu Qin was stunned, standing there blankly, thinking, "Something's not right. Why did Xiaoyue lie?"
The village chief quickly chased after Zhang Ran and blocked his way, smiling as he tried to smooth things over, "I was just asking a question, sorry teacher, please don't mind, may I ask your surname?" These teachers are all college students, and they don't need to pay to teach here, only a fool would kick him out.
"My surname is Zhang."
"Hello, Teacher Zhang, welcome to our Stone Village to be a teacher." The village chief warmly extended a hand to Zhang Ran.
Zhang Ran extended her hand and shook his. "Village Chief, you're too kind."
"You've been traveling all day and haven't eaten yet, have you? Come on, let's eat first. You can stay at my house tonight, and I'll take you to school first thing tomorrow morning."
With Zhang Ran and the other two added, there definitely wouldn't be enough food. Besides, the farm meals were usually very meager, consisting of only a large bowl of pickled vegetables and a bowl of vegetables without any meat.
But since a new teacher had come to the village, he was a distinguished guest and could not be neglected. The village chief quickly instructed his wife to catch a chicken, kill it, and fry some eggs.