Chapter 40: Republic of China (End)

Duan Qingen turned around and saw still a broken brick.
The difference is that this time he was really the only one left.
He stood on the side of the road, waited a little, and waited until a rickshaw came over, beckoned, and stopped in front of him.
"Where is sir going?"
Duan Qingen took his suitcase and sat up: "Military Hospital."
The military hospital has been completely busy, and the gate is okay. Someone is taking care of it. If someone comes with a patient who wants to inject penicillin, the gatekeeper will point to the side door.
They were all invited by Duan Qingen from the big brothers, specifically to prevent spies and people from deliberately breaking in. They wore military uniforms and had a strong military temperament. Just looking at them could make ordinary civilians far away from it. Open, so the gate is almost clean here.
On the other hand, because of Duan Qingen's authorization, these ordinary people swarmed in easily, and some medical staff wearing white coats kept orderly records in the chaos.
A young doctor is accepting a little patient and writes the words on the paper:
"Pneumonia. Arranged to Ward 301. Family members have no right of visit."
The family member who brought the child suddenly hesitated, "No, no visitation means that we are not allowed to look at the child?"
"Yes."
The young doctor said these words too many times, but still repeated it with a good attitude: "We are military hospitals, it is very good to be able to vacate the ward to give these patients, it is impossible to delegate power to family members. If you If you mind, you can take the patient away. We have injected him with the medicine. Now you will take him away in most cases. There are also a few accidents. If you are in the hospital, the people in our hospital will be the first time. Be aware of these accidents and start rescue, and we will provide food to patients. "
Not everyone saw their child as a tool for changing food. The couple thought for a few seconds with tears in their eyes and reluctantly handed their child over to the nurse who was standing aside.
"Then we will give it to you. When will he be discharged?"
"You can be discharged after your condition has stabilized. You can wait at the hospital gate at five o'clock every morning, and we will post a list of patients who can be taken away."
"Oh, oh, thank you."
The couple stood reluctantly, watching their children being taken in, and then left in three steps.
It is naturally unwilling to give your child into the hands of others, but following them, this child is also left unattended and has insufficient food, so it is better to stay in the hospital.
Anyway, he can survive.
Compared with their resentment, some people also came with their children, but didn't ask when they picked up the children, took the rice grains and left, and it looked like it was a direct acquiescence to the death of the child in the hospital.
This attitude made the medical staff angry, but there was no way. After all, adults can't survive this time, let alone feed a small child.
Most of the children who are treated this way are five or six years old or younger. They can walk at such an old age, but they still ca n’t work, and they have to eat every day. Their parents feel that they ca n’t afford to raise them, and they directly hold the child. Drowning by the river is not uncommon.
Duan Qingen stepped out of the rickshaw and came over to see them indignant. He stepped forward and asked two questions. After knowing the reason, he smiled helplessly, but was not angry.
"The children stayed in the hospital first, and incidentally told them every morning when they posted the list. If the minors did not come to pick it up within 15 days of posting the list, we would treat them as orphans and declare the orphan list to the government. "
The orphan list is also a new thing proposed by Duan Qingen.
At first, because the children in Fuguyuan were full and warm, and they were able to go to work in the factory, some people got ridiculous and deliberately threw their children to the gate of Fuguyuan. When the children went to the factory, they went to the door. Come and ask for money.
The child was thrown away in the illness. He acquiesced that his parents didn't want himself. As soon as they turned around, they found the door. They also said that they had thrown him away from the orphanage to save his life.
I have never heard that it is life-saving to leave a patient with a stripe in front of someone's house late at night.
If it wasn't for the child crying hard, I'm afraid that the next day when Fu Guyuan opened the door, he would see his body.
The child was unwilling to recognise his parents, and they made a lot of noise. He had to say that he was not filial and did not recognize his father and mother. Duan Qingen called the police to scare them away.
Today, there are too many people touching fish in muddy waters. If new children are taken in the orphanage in the future, they will be listed in the newspaper. Their height, approximate age, and names they know, there are special people who read these in fixed places.
If the parents do not claim them after half a month, these children will be orphans recognized by the government.
It ’s no use coming to my parents. They are orphans with stamps.
Of course, this trick is mainly aimed at those who abandon their children and wait to see their children can make money. They will come back and admit their relatives. If it is really because of the war and famine, the biological parents will come to the door with a sincere attitude. If they blood, Fu Guyuan will not stop them from acknowledging.
Since the orphan list came out, fewer people have come to muddy water to fish.
As soon as Duan Qingen said this, the anger on the medical staff's face also decreased. After sending the child in, he continued to work.
Duan Qingen looked at the crowd of Wuyan, walked in through the side door, and went to the ward in the building they had vacated for these patients.
The bedside was written with the names, illnesses, ages and names of these patients. Most of them were in a coma. Those who were not in a coma were very weak, staring at the ceiling.
Except for the pain of some patients, the entire building was almost silent.
Even if they were sent to the hospital, they did not believe that they could be cured. After all, their illness was not cured by the stamp.
Now I'm in the hospital just to get money and food for my family.
The twilight of the terminally ill patients surrounded the entire building, causing some of the more lively medical staff to subconsciously stop speaking.
Duan Qingen turned around after seeing it for a while, and after a while he came with a little newsboy.
This little newsboy came from the orphanage and was only nine years old. He knew that he was going to help the worshipped Duan teacher. His eyes were full of excitement. Obviously, Duan Qing'en was not happy, but he was walking his calf quickly Da Da followed him.
Like a lively bird.
Duan Qingen looked to his left for a while, and then to his right for a while, and his eyes were full of joy but did not say anything. Instead, he only used bright big eyes to express his inner happiness, and his lips couldn't help it. There was a smile.
"What's your name, and how many years is it?"
The little newsboy saw Mr. Duan talking to himself, and his eyes became brighter. He raised his head and looked at him with a clear voice, and said cheerfully, "My name is Fu Twelve. This is the fifth student. Teacher Fu brought it."
As soon as he heard his name, Duan Qingen knew that this was another orphan who had no name before coming to Fu Orphanage. There were too many children like Fu Orphanage. Teachers could not name them one by one. They followed their last name, followed by a number in order.
If these children want to change their names, they can do it now or in the future.
However, almost no children will change their names. In the hearts of these orphans, following the surname of the teacher who taught them, it means that they are the people in the orphanage.
They had no parents, they did n’t know if they had loved ones, and how they were willing to give up their names that they hadn't come by easily.
Duan Qingen took the initiative to make the tension before Fu Twelve dissipate a bit. He followed Curiously behind Duan Qingen. His crisp voice was full of vitality like a bird: "Mr. Duan, where are we going? What can I do for you ?"
"We're going to the hospital's broadcast room."
In front of this very cute child, Duan Qingen smiled and touched his little head. "Twelve, thank you for helping me."
"No, you're welcome!"
Thanks to Duan Qingen, Fu Zhuang's face immediately showed redness. He was excited and shy, and his eyes were full of happiness: "I am very happy to help the teacher in the upper section !!"

There are several patients lying in the ward 301. Because there are too many patients, this building is temporarily vacant and the ground is still a little messy.
Medical staff arranges wards according to disease names, such as 301 patients, all of whom are pneumonia, but there are adults, children, and elderly people.
"Ahhhhhhh ..."
Someone in the ward was coughing, it was the old man, and his eyes seemed to be covered with mist from the sickness, and he couldn't see clearly, but he also tried to raise his head to look at the surrounding environment.
A middle-aged man on the bed next to him had sharp eyes. When he saw the old man groping to get out of bed, he reminded him: "The bed has a guardrail."
The old man paused, rubbed his eyes again, and lay back slowly.
No thanks, no squeak, looks like an old man with a strange personality.
When the middle-aged man saw that he ignored him, he turned around unconsciously and looked at the person on the other side.
He was also a middle-aged man, but he was pale and emaciated. He looked like he would not live long, and apparently had been tortured for a long time.
"Brother, are you also pneumonia?"
The man heard his words, coughed weakly, and said, "Yeah, there is no cure, and the body is no longer good."
"Me too, thinking that it can't be cured anyway. I might as well come here to try my luck. Even if I die, I can change some food to my house before I die."
The middle-aged man had no sad look on his face, and the words he said sounded very optimistic, but his eyes were silent.
There are always many unwilling to die.
"Yeah, I have only one daughter left in my family. I just got married, and I have to remember to take care of me. Her man is a good one, but he does n’t have much money. I ca n’t always affect them. , Come here. "
"Anyway, I can give them some money. She is still pregnant."
The two were chatting with a mouthful of words, and the old man sat up suddenly, "What a noise! ​​Annoying!"
"Anyway, I ’m going to die. Is it okay to close my eyes and wait for death? What's the use of saying so much now."
The atmosphere that had just gotten better in the ward came to a halt.
The old man's temper was obviously not good, and he was kindly reminded before, but he treated them with such an attitude.
In this ward were all dying patients, all weak and incapable of trying to reason with the old man, only staring at each other silently, and closing their eyes.
Yeah, it's going to die anyway.
If you can't wait to die, it's no use saying so much, and you can't change the outcome of death.
Yes, even if these patients lie in the gate of the traditional Chinese hospital, even if they receive treatment, no one believes that they will be cured, only that it is an exchange of life for food.
It's not that they think the hospital is deceiving people, but everyone knows that these diseases are not cured, how could it be a shot.
In the silence, a voice suddenly rang through the hospital.
"I'm a newspaper boy paying twelve. Below, I'll tell you about recent newspapers."
The abrupt voice of this immature and crisp boy surprised many people.
It wasn't until they reacted from the shock that they discovered that the hospital radio was making a sound.
In the ward 301, the old man also opened his eyes in shock with this voice. His eyes were full of lifelessness, and his mouth screamed, "No one can die well."
But now that they are at someone else's site, it is naturally impossible for them to interfere in the decision of the hospital, so the patients in the whole building are so forced to listen to the broadcast.
[Battle 34, our army won a great victory and recaptured South China]
[On the 16th, a group of materials donated by Fu Guyuan were sent to Fu Guyuan]
[17th ...]
Most of these patients do n’t know Chinese characters. They are usually busy with work and have no time or money to buy newspapers. Even if they buy them, they do n’t know Chinese characters. Therefore, the national events are propagated by the surrounding population. Read them out and listen.
Listen and listen, you can't help but fall into God.
Only the odd-tempered old man snorted coldly after hearing the content of the broadcast.
His sudden voice made some other people in the ward concentrating on listening to the newspaper, and some people looked at him in disgust.
Even if he was about to die, the old man was too annoying.
The old man didn't mind how others thought of himself, but just struggled to drill into the quilt and covered his head, indicating that he was unwilling to listen to the broadcast.
The newspaper was finished reading soon.
Just when people thought it was over and thought it was over, the boy's clear voice sounded again: "Next, I will read to you a letter from the battlefield soldiers to the family."
"The owner of the letter is Boss Wu. He is the eldest child of the parents. After joining the army, he has fought bravely, killed many enemies, and established a lot of credit. This letter is a testament passed by his comrades after Wu ’s death. We are asking After receiving the opinions of Boss Wu, I got this suicide note. "
-"Dad, mother, if you see this letter, it means that I am dead. The paper and pen of this letter were issued on the top, saying that let us write down what we want to say, if we The unlucky battle is dead, and this letter will come to you. "
In the ward, the old man who had been hiding his head in the quilt moved, hesitantly opened the quilt to reveal his face, and listened intently to the voice of the immature child on the radio.
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I do n’t know what to write, in fact, I should say I do n’t know what to say, because I do n’t know the word. This letter was written for me by others, just say that if I really die, you guys, Do n’t be too sad. I died on the battlefield. In order to protect the Chinese nation, I still think it ’s worth it. When I was going to join the army, you stopped me and said that I was afraid of dying, but I was there at that time. Think about it, if we are all afraid and we dare not fight, we will definitely lose in the end. By then, everyone will be dead together. "
"Daddy and mother, you worked hard to pull a few of our brothers, my sister is married, and it is time to enjoy the blessing. If our country is gone, you will also suffer. In fact, you do n’t really need to be too sad. After joining the army, I I ’m still very happy, although I may die at any time, but I know a lot of people and eat well, and I bought canned meat for us, but it ’s delicious. I thought about it when I ate it. Just go back and give you something to eat. The head said, "It's okay. After the war is over, our country is settled down, and everyone will be able to afford canned meat."
"He said: We are not lazy. How can we not earn a can of money when we are so diligent in farming? I think the leader is right. He has read books and should not lie to anyone. I think it would be great if I waited until that day. In case I ca n’t wait, you can wait. If one day, everyone can afford canned meat, and I die again, you can go. I talked at the grave, and I was sure to hear it. "
The radio paused, Fu Twelve was clearly moved by the letter, and his voice was crying.
"I can't eat it, but you can eat it, and the rest can eat it, so I'm happy even if I die!"
"Live well and help me see what we will look like in the future."
After reading it, it was over, and the radio stopped making sounds.
Weeping sounds were heard in some wards.
These are patients who think they are about to die, and they are more able to resonate with the soldier who died for the country.
When they gave up their lives, a testament of a dead soldier was telling them what he had paid for this country, and he hoped that the rest would live.
The people here are not cold-blooded animals. They are wandering between life and death. When they heard this, the original indifference and silence turned into crying.
In Room 301, two sober middle-aged people just red-eyed, and saw the old man with a very bad temper who was not easy to get along with, sitting half-heartedly, holding his clothes in the heart, and crying.
He cried so much that he couldn't even make a sound, and the sadness and pain on his face was about to leak out.
The two looked at each other and did not dare to say anything. They could only watch the old man cry for a long time.
After that, they had become a year-end friend and didn't know when they were discharged together.
He has three sons, all of whom died on the battlefield.
He still has money at home, but he doesn't want to spend, and food, but he doesn't want to eat, his son is dead, what else can he hope for.
After getting sick, knowing that the military hospital was trying the medicine, he came over and planned to die in the hospital.
But hearing that letter, the old man suddenly thought of his three sons.
What were they thinking before they died?
Is it thinking that if my death can be exchanged for the safety of my family, that would be great.
He wants to live.
Live in a country where his sons guard with death.

As a child, Fu Twelve barely finished reading the letter, and once he closed the tears on the radio, he couldn't restrain his face.
"He, he is so poor."
Duan Qingen picked up the letter and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the tears of the child: "Don't cry, these are fake."
Fu Tzu, who was immersed in grief, opened his eyes wide open in tears: "False?"
"Well."
Duan Qingen hung on the letter with his forefinger, and the ink was exposed on his hand. "The ink is still dry. This letter was just written."
Paying twelve restraints he couldn't help but hesitated, "But, but ..."
But the writing is so real and real.
"These patients do not believe that they can be cured, and they have no desire to survive. In the long run, it is not good. I wrote this letter so that they can be inspired to survive."
To put it plainly, it is a large bowl of chicken soup.
This year, no one has family members or friends on the battlefield, even if not, a soldier's testament of a soldier who has died is full of hope for the future, how can these patients who are still alive and treated are embarrassed to wait for death.
Fu Twelve looked at Duan Qingen dumbfounded and cried in shock: "Did the teacher write it?"
"But isn't this deceiving?"
"Occasionally, some people still need to lie in good faith." Duan Qingen slowly folded the letter and put it in his pocket: "Moreover, we only said that it was a testament written by a soldier who died in the war, and did not say that the testament was Really. "
"The soldiers who died in the war had a suicide note, but that was not the content of their letter."
Even if people think so in their hearts, they ca n’t write in the letter. If they die at most, remember to put them on a grave, remarry their wives at home, and let their parents take care of them.
There will also be written that he did not marry his daughter-in-law, and hopes that his parents will buy a paper man and burn it down, and it will be his daughter-in-law.
Such a letter is true feelings, but not chicken soup.
Fu Zhuang slowly digested this information, his eyes were still ignorant.
Duan Qingen smiled and touched his head again: "Okay, don't be sad, promise the teacher, these are not good to tell others?"
Even if he was still in a daze, Fu Shi nodded obediently, "Twelve don't say."

After the trial of the medicament was completed, it was announced that there were not many side effects, and it was very effective. Duan Qingen began to make a large number of drugs and shipped them to the battlefield.
Those soldiers who might have died from the infection after being injured were saved by these drugs.
At the same time, a mysterious injection of medicine in the country also spread.
Because China is still in war, because these medicines are not sold to the outside world, they only supply their own soldiers, and other countries can only stare.
Even more envious is the enemy.
It stands to reason that they should smash Chinese materials no matter what aspect they are in. After all, there were many places occupied by them before Hua Kingdom, and the money they could have earned has long been made.
However, the Chinese soldiers covered thick quilts, ate compressed foods that were very hungry, and occasionally could eat a can of meat. They were wounded and taken care of by military hospitals, infected with magical potions.
The more they beat, the stronger they were, and the more they fought, the lower their morale, and this was a fart.
The most important thing is that recently in China, I don't know what happened. More and more newspapers have published some testimonies of soldiers or letters to family members before leaving.
How touching and moving, one by one, seems to be writing [I ’m dead, it ’s okay, I just hope you ’re good], in fact, it ’s saying [fighting is not only for yourself but also for your family. Let ’s finish it all together, and instead of sitting here waiting to die, let ’s rush up and fight together].
And those who wrote [You do n’t have to worry about me, I eat well, sleep well, and I ’ve been treated for injuries.] On the surface, I ’m reporting peace to my family. It ’s meat, it ’s a thick quilt that sleeps, and occasional meals. If it ’s injured, the medical paramedics will take us to the hospital to take good care of it, and we still have penicillin, which will not infect the dead. much better】.
Newspapers are about to become recruiters for the army.
Anyway, many young people did listen to these newspapers before they thought of joining the army.
Anyway, if you do n’t join the army, you ca n’t eat enough and wear warm clothes. If you defeat the family and die together, you might as well go to the battlefield and fight, because you can eat and wear warm clothes while you are alive.
More and more people have joined the battlefield, and one by one they dare to fight.
China is indeed poor and backward, but it is undeniable that there are many Chinese.
Even if it ca n’t be beaten, can't the wheel battle be beaten?
In the fourth year of the war, in the anticipation of many people, the Chinese nation finally expelled the invaders from their land and snatched back their own territory.
In a messy battlefield, Duan Qingen walked in alone.
He stood there, watching the soldiers wearing Chinese military uniforms on the battlefield, looking blankly at the soldiers around him, patiently, taking them one by one into the aperture.
Take the light as the road and flowers everywhere.
Wherever they passed, a flower always rose and fell on them.
Either shoulders, eyes, or arms.
After their reincarnation, there will be a small mole here.
This is the best blessing this country can give, and bless these soldiers who guarded it to get a good ending in the next life.
It can't control which reincarnation, but it can give the greatest blessings it can give.
These little moles are marks.
It may be difficult, but it will happen.
It may be painful, but it will happen.
Maybe confused, but will find directions.
This large-scale reincarnation lasted for more than a month before finally drawing away the last soldier.
No one knows that there was a person here who extradited all souls who died on the battlefield.
But Hua Guo was a little prosperous.
After driving out the invaders, China began to develop rapidly.
The Duanjia industry, which was very powerful during the war, reintegrated into the times. They made a lot of money and donated a lot of money.
At that time, no one went to statistics. It was almost a hundred years after the statistics of later generations of history experts discovered that they were shocked to find that at that time, almost eight Chengdu orphans were raised by the orphanage built by Duan Qingen.
As soon as this news came out, the network was immediately caught in a heated discussion.
That's 80%! !! !!
80%! !!
Not one city, nor two cities, orphans in China.
It's hard to complain when the family's industry is all over the world, but Duan Qingen never lived extravagantly. With so many children, there is definitely not much money left.
However, the main force of making money, Duan Qing'en, was unmarried all his life. His sister had an only child with General Xue Wenbo, but one of them was a general and a well-known businessman. He certainly didn't need to let him give money.
It was only that Duan Qingen disappeared into the sight of everyone after he was 80 years old. His younger sister never acknowledged his brother's death, but now a hundred years have passed, and I am afraid that he will not be able to live at this time. Therefore, everyone assumes this is the history of China. Mr. Duan Qingen, who has made a lot of contributions, has died.
As for the place where the death and burial were not announced, it may be that they do not want to be disturbed by future generations.
After all, if he is buried in a cemetery, it is estimated that a large number of people will come to worship him every year.
In a school, young and lively children are sitting in a classroom, a math teacher is talking on it, and two naughty students are passing notes.
[Have you seen the news online? Did you say that Duan Qingen really died? I think according to his character in history books, it should not be the kind of person who does not tell others. 】
The student who received the note sent it back: "What do you care about?" 】
[I just want to know if anyone can really live more than a hundred years, isn't it that there is a divine doctor who has lived for many years? Maybe Duan Qingen didn't tell others that he was alive, but he was worried that people would ask him why he lived so long, maybe he was a cultivator, otherwise why would someone be so powerful, I read in the news that foreigners said that if there was no Duan Qingen, our country The economy has retrogressed for at least two decades. 】
The note flew out and hit the math teacher.
The two students bowed their heads, and quickly lowered their heads to dress well.
The math teacher picked up the note, looked at the words written on it, and immediately smiled: "Pass a note in class, discuss the heroes of the Republic of China, ah?"
"Did not die, what words do you use to deal with dead people? Your Chinese teacher hasn't taught you ?!"
One student scratched his head and whispered, "Pass away."
"You kids, you have less hardship. If you put you in that era, you will definitely starve to death!"
The math teacher sternly glanced at both of them: "At the beginning of the war, 80% of the orphans in our country were able to survive because of Mr. Duan Qingen. My grandfather was a member of the orphanage. If it were not for him, my grandfather was The times must not survive, so who is still standing here to teach you? "
"Do you know why Duan, Fu, Wang, Liu and Zhao are big surnames? Because the orphans in the orphanage were followed by the teacher's last name, students in our class can go back and ask their parents. Your last name is It is passed down from generation to generation, or the family name of Fu Guyuan, and let them tell you what life was before, and you will know how much blessing you have now. "
After he said it, he didn't pursue it, and went on to say: "Okay, let's take a look at this question ..."
On the podium, the young teacher finished the math problem and the bell rang just after the lesson. He put the book away:
"Okay, class is over. The physical education teacher is sick next class. Replace it with my class. Remember not to go to the playground. In the next class, we will talk about the last test paper.
The squad leader shouted, "Stand up!"
The students stood up immediately: "Goodbye the teacher-"
As soon as the math teacher went out, the just-behaved students immediately started talking to each other, more mourning.
"The physical education teacher is sick again. Why is he so sick? This week's physical education class has a section. The rest is divided between the math teacher and the English teacher."
One student lay on the table and mourned. Another student, wearing a black hat, was taking bread from the hole in the table and eating it, saying, "I think the physical education teacher is not sick at all. You see that he is so tall. Why? May be sick. "
"Ahhh, I'm so angry, I brought all my basketball."
The mournful student was miserable again. The student in the black hat looked at the timetable: "The next Chinese lesson, the Chinese teacher will give you a preview. Did you preview?"
He screamed at the same table: "It's over, I forgot !!!"
The students at the tables before and after all turned their heads to face bitterly: "I didn't preview, what should I do, will the teacher draw me up."
Their language teacher likes to let students preview. If they really start to learn, they will take someone to the podium to tell them what to learn.
A group of young students were frowning, and there was a student with a black hat hugging his arm: "Master Xueba, it's all up to you, tell us quickly, it's too late to read a book now."
"Fine."
As a school bully, black hats are of course very popular. As soon as he responds, a group of students who haven't got a preview surround them. Seeing so many people, he simply stands up and takes a sip of bread.
"Probably, in the Republic of China, a diary written by a medical paramedic named Song Jien was kept by the person he lived with. It was later turned over to the country, which detailed some characteristics of that era and Mr. Duan Qingen's. The great behavior, the simple and concise words are moving, mainly expressing Song Jien's desire and longing for stability in China. "
"Slow down, I remember ... it's touching, mainly expressing ..."
Some students even took out their notebooks and started to memorize, trying to memorize them. If they were drawn, they followed them.
The black hat took another sip of bread. "Just remember, this diary is Song Jien's rainbow fart blowing on Duan Qing'en. He can really admire this Duan Qingen."
"Then why is his diary handed over to the country by the people who live with him, is he no descendant?"
The black hat answered quickly: "He sacrificed. He sacrificed to protect an ambulance at the age of 20."
After saying this, I don't know why he was empty, but the black hat was not on his mind. He continued: "You better remember this, the teacher may ask."
"Okay, remember, 20 years old ..."
"Xue Ba is Xue Ba. I like you and call you !!! But Xue Ba, why do you like to eat bread so much? It's dry. I invite you to McDonald's after class."
"No."
The black hat looked down at the soft bread on his hand. "I have loved bread since I was a child. I may not have eaten bread in my last life. I like it so much in my life."
"Ha ha ha ha ha, where did the old man live, feudal superstition ..."
The children's laughter passed through the window.
Holding a cane, the gray-haired Duan Qing'en stood outside the classroom, and when she heard the pure laughter inside, a smile appeared on her face.
【Ding! The task is completed, please choose: 1, vacation, 2, continue the task]
[Continue the mission. 】

Duan Qingen opened his eyes.
Ah, entertainment.