Chapter 4116
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When they arrived at the school, the students' boots were filled with rain, and they could hear the sound of "fighting Chi" when they stepped down. The flashlight swept the most magnificent four story high primary school with red brick and white wall in the whole village. Xu Wen whispered to Ye Jian, "the best house in the two villages."
It's really the best house.
Across the two villages, we can see the mud brick houses in the 1970s and 1980s or the red brick buildings. There is no painting outside. The very simple red brick buildings have a great visual impact on the students from the big cities.
Like Xu Wen.
If she didn't have the field training in the forest area, she really didn't know that there were mud brick houses by this time. The mud brick houses she had seen were only in the documentary.
Now they are the forefathers of Chinese. 45 students in the class are divided into three groups for three days and two nights of field training. Ye Jian takes three groups of field survival training, and the other two groups also complete field survival training separately.
Tonight is the second night of field survival training. Ye Jian's accommodation is much better than the other two groups.
The other two groups all braved the heavy rain to build awning temporarily and lived a night.
Ye Jian and her family came into being two years ago. The "wangjiaao hope primary school" donated by Hong Kong City charity is four stories high, from the first grade to the sixth grade.
"This is the first grade classroom. Do you want to live in one or two?" Taking the students in is an old man who guards the school in wangjiaao village. He is in his early sixties, his temples are dyed white, his forehead is wrinkled deeply, but his steps are very vigorous. The old man turns on two tungsten lamps in the classroom, and his voice is clear: "there are many classrooms, how do you soldiers sleep?"
As he spoke, the old man wondered about the soldiers and dolls who suddenly appeared in the school. He couldn't figure out what soldiers these soldiers and dolls were. He would say that he was a student, and he would say that he was a soldier again. How could he be a soldier or a student.
The classroom in primary school is not very big, but there are enough students to sleep in. Song Zhiqiu said with a smile: "uncle, we can live in one classroom. We move the desk to one side first. When we leave tomorrow morning, we move back to the original place to ensure that we won't destroy one desk and one chair. You can rest assured."
"Don't worry, don't worry. I don't worry about soldiers' work." The old man said with a smile and ha ha, seeing that none of Zhang Zhang's young soldiers were dry, and there were two wet footprints on the side of their shoes, he was very distressed and said: "how come you soldiers and dolls still come here in the heavy rain? I haven't heard that we have troops in the mountains."
"I'll have a rest. I'll wring two pots of hot water. Haven't you had dinner yet? I'll go to the canteen to make a fire and cook for you! "
As soon as the students heard that they could not trouble the villagers, they all said that they had eaten and were full.
Thanks to my uncle again and again in the autumn of Song Dynasty. I left with half confidence.
"Yes? What did you eat? Have you eaten the rain? Gnawing bark? Leaves of trees? " The old man who left the classroom said to himself.
A few students who wring wet clothes outside the corridor heard that you look at me and I look at you, a little confused.
When entering, he asked his comrades, "uncle said that we chewed bark and leaves. What did you say just now?"
"Bark, leaves? We didn't say anything. "
"I don't think you misunderstood our long march."
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When they arrived at the school, the students' boots were filled with rain, and they could hear the sound of "fighting Chi" when they stepped down. The flashlight swept the most magnificent four story high primary school with red brick and white wall in the whole village. Xu Wen whispered to Ye Jian, "the best house in the two villages."
It's really the best house.
Across the two villages, we can see the mud brick houses in the 1970s and 1980s or the red brick buildings. There is no painting outside. The very simple red brick buildings have a great visual impact on the students from the big cities.
Like Xu Wen.
If she didn't have the field training in the forest area, she really didn't know that there were mud brick houses by this time. The mud brick houses she had seen were only in the documentary.
Now they are the forefathers of Chinese. 45 students in the class are divided into three groups for three days and two nights of field training. Ye Jian takes three groups of field survival training, and the other two groups also complete field survival training separately.
Tonight is the second night of field survival training. Ye Jian's accommodation is much better than the other two groups.
The other two groups all braved the heavy rain to build awning temporarily and lived a night.
Ye Jian and her family came into being two years ago. The "wangjiaao hope primary school" donated by Hong Kong City charity is four stories high, from the first grade to the sixth grade.
"This is the first grade classroom. Do you want to live in one or two?" Taking the students in is an old man who guards the school in wangjiaao village. He is in his early sixties, his temples are dyed white, his forehead is wrinkled deeply, but his steps are very vigorous. The old man turns on two tungsten lamps in the classroom, and his voice is clear: "there are many classrooms, how do you soldiers sleep?"
As he spoke, the old man wondered about the soldiers and dolls who suddenly appeared in the school. He couldn't figure out what soldiers these soldiers and dolls were. He would say that he was a student, and he would say that he was a soldier again. How could he be a soldier or a student.
The classroom in primary school is not very big, but there are enough students to sleep in. Song Zhiqiu said with a smile: "uncle, we can live in one classroom. We move the desk to one side first. When we leave tomorrow morning, we move back to the original place to ensure that we won't destroy one desk and one chair. You can rest assured."
"Don't worry, don't worry. I don't worry about soldiers' work." The old man said with a smile and ha ha, seeing that none of Zhang Zhang's young soldiers were dry, and there were two wet footprints on the side of their shoes, he was very distressed and said: "how come you soldiers and dolls still come here in the heavy rain? I haven't heard that we have troops in the mountains."
"I'll have a rest. I'll wring two pots of hot water. Haven't you had dinner yet? I'll go to the canteen to make a fire and cook for you! "
As soon as the students heard that they could not trouble the villagers, they all said that they had eaten and were full.
Thanks to my uncle again and again in the autumn of Song Dynasty. I left with half confidence.
"Yes? What did you eat? Have you eaten the rain? Gnawing bark? Leaves of trees? " The old man who left the classroom said to himself.
A few students who wring wet clothes outside the corridor heard that you look at me and I look at you, a little confused.
When entering, he asked his comrades, "uncle said that we chewed bark and leaves. What did you say just now?"
"Bark, leaves? We didn't say anything. "
"I don't think you misunderstood our long march."
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
When they arrived at the school, the students' boots were filled with rain, and they could hear the sound of "fighting Chi" when they stepped down. The flashlight swept the most magnificent four story high primary school with red brick and white wall in the whole village. Xu Wen whispered to Ye Jian, "the best house in the two villages." It's really the best house. Across the two villages, we can see the mud brick houses in the 1970s and 1980s or the red brick buildings. There is no painting outside. The very simple red brick buildings have a great visual impact on the students from the big cities. Like Xu Wen. If she didn't have the field training in the forest area, she really didn't know that there were mud brick houses by this time. The mud brick houses she had seen were only in the documentary. Now they are the forefathers of Chinese. 45 students in the class are divided into three groups for three days and two nights of field training. Ye Jian takes three groups of field survival training, and the other two groups also complete field survival training separately. Tonight is the second night of field survival training. Ye Jian's accommodation is much better than the other two groups. The other two groups all braved the heavy rain to build awning temporarily and lived a night. Ye Jian and her family came into being two years ago. The "wangjiaao hope primary school" donated by Hong Kong City charity is four stories high, from the first grade to the sixth grade. "This is the first grade classroom. Do you want to live in one or two?" Taking the students in is an old man who guards the school in wangjiaao village. He is in his early sixties, his temples are dyed white, his forehead is wrinkled deeply, but his steps are very vigorous. The old man turns on two tungsten lamps in the classroom, and his voice is clear: "there are many classrooms, how do you soldiers sleep?" As he spoke, the old man wondered about the soldiers and dolls who suddenly appeared in the school. He couldn't figure out what soldiers these soldiers and dolls were. He would say that he was a student, and he would say that he was a soldier again. How could he be a soldier or a student. The classroom in primary school is not very big, but there are enough students to sleep in. Song Zhiqiu said with a smile: "uncle, we can live in one classroom. We move the desk to one side first. When we leave tomorrow morning, we move back to the original place to ensure that we won't destroy one desk and one chair. You can rest assured." "Don't worry, don't worry. I don't worry about soldiers' work." The old man said with a smile and ha ha, seeing that none of Zhang Zhang's young soldiers were dry, and there were two wet footprints on the side of their shoes, he was very distressed and said: "how come you soldiers and dolls still come here in the heavy rain? I haven't heard that we have troops in the mountains." "I'll have a rest. I'll wring two pots of hot water. Haven't you had dinner yet? I'll go to the canteen to make a fire and cook for you! " As soon as the students heard that they could not trouble the villagers, they all said that they had eaten and were full. Thanks to my uncle again and again in the autumn of Song Dynasty. I left with half confidence. "Yes? What did you eat? Have you eaten the rain? Gnawing bark? Leaves of trees? " The old man who left the classroom said to himself. A few students who wring wet clothes outside the corridor heard that you look at me and I look at you, a little confused. When entering, he asked his comrades, "uncle said that we chewed bark and leaves. What did you say just now?" "Bark, leaves? We didn't say anything. " "I don't think you misunderstood our long march." Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
