Chapter 12: The Fool's Fundraising (Part One)

  Longshan Association's silly girl is Huang Xianghuai, her father is Long Haitao, both are old residents of Huai Tree Garden.

  As soon as the sky brightened, the sun god gently placed a fiery ball on the distant mountains. The ash-gray, yellow-beaked, flower-backed, white-naped... hundreds and thousands of homesick birds took to the skies from the pagoda tree forest, from the reed marshes, sometimes soaring into the high air, sometimes gazing down at the river surface, calling out and dancing in flight, echoing with the geese flocking home on Dragon Mountain.

  Long Haitao rowed the small boat, following from afar. The little boat rowed and rowed, the geese swam and swam, slowly disappearing into the red glow that covered the water's surface, only Long Haitao's prematurely white beard was like a sail, drifting away in this beautiful reed marsh.

  At the end of the reed marsh, Geng Fenghua drove a red taxi to wait by the shore. Long Haitao had just docked his boat when the driver turned on the tape recorder, and Geng Fenghua boarded the boat to chat with Long Haitao.

  Long Haitao proudly said: "Many of the younger generation in Huai Shu Yuan are my students, their parents' generation are also my students, and even their grandparents' generation are my students."

  Geng Fenghua was surprised: "According to national policy, you should have transferred long ago!"

  "But I missed the opportunity." Long Haitao thought of the past again. With many children at home, except for Long Shan Hui who was fostered by Long Dahe's family, the other 7 children had to rely on farming and a monthly salary of less than 300 yuan to go to school. Moreover, his partner's brain often got sick, so he couldn't find Long Dahe and could only make ends meet by raising geese and ducks. However, he didn't forget about school and the kids, and he still advised Long Shan Hui to become a private teacher, and he longed for the days when he was with the children again.

  "In the near future, policies will take into account people like you who have made contributions to rural education." Geng Fenghua was not comforting him, but believing in the party's policy.

  "It sounds good! I've been waiting for a long time, but there's no sign of it. Now I don't care about the transfer, as long as they do their duty and raise funds without bothering us, that's already a blessing." Long Haitao seems to be quite satisfied with his current treatment.

  Geng Fenghuang sighed and said: "To be honest with Third Uncle, as soon as I took office, I encountered a difficult problem..."

  "What's difficult to say to Third Uncle? I'm a bit poor, but I'm not as stingy as his father-in-law!"

  "It's like this... Longshan will be the principal of Huai Shu Garden, I think your family should take the lead!" Geng Fenghua then talked about raising funds to build a teaching building for Huai Shu Garden. She thought Long Haitao wouldn't support it, but he burst out laughing and said: "What's money? We have the money to build the teaching building! Longshan will take the lead, that's right!"

  "How much did you donate, Third Uncle?" Geng Fenghuang asked.

  "There are three private teachers in our family, and all of them are managed by Shan Huima." Long Haitao said, raising his whip to start the boat.

  At noon, the weather was abnormally hot, and even the frogs in the river ran to the bottom of the willow tree, too lazy to croak. However, the cicadas in the forest continued to call out non-stop. The yellow dragonflies flew back and forth in groups on the field and in the alleys of the village. Several 11- or 12-year-old children, with their bellies exposed, heads bare, and sweating, held brooms to catch the dragonflies. A red car slowly drove down the main road, and when it reached the bend, it slowed down and stopped beside a boy.

  "Little classmate, do you know where Long Haitao teacher's home is?" Geng Fenghuang asked the little boy.

  The little boy put down the broom, touched his head, looked at Geng Fenghua again, and then looked at the car. "You look so beautiful, you don't seem like a bad person. You're looking for my grandfather's house, I'll ride in your car to show you the way, how about that?"

  "Go!" Geng Fenghua let the little boy get on the car.

  The car stopped at the entrance of a small alley. Geng Fenghuang and the driver followed the little boy to an old courtyard, parking the car.

  The yard of the Longshan family's home was made of rubble and broken bricks, with uneven heights, resembling a distant rolling hill. The gate was a single panel, with a hole in the lower right corner covered with a broken cardboard box, a pigpen on the east side, and a toilet enclosed by corn stalks on the west side. Inside the yard were several large trees, under which stood three low thatched cottages to the north.

  Long Haitao was not at home, and Huang Xianghuai happened to be driving the old yellow cow with a cart of manure over. Geng Fenghua took the initiative to greet him, and Huang Xianghuai hurriedly tied the cow to the large pagoda tree at the gate, opened the courtyard door, and muttered: "Those two don't know where they've been taken by which fox spirit? They haven't been home all day."

  Geng Fenghua followed him into the house. Huang Xianghuai didn't even wash his hands, just wiped them with a towel on his shoulder, poured a cup of boiled water, and stared at him with his eyes wide open: "Is it to raise funds? The ugly words are put first, the town still owes us wages."

  "Third Aunt, I know the street office owes your husband's salary as a people's teacher, that's why you're not willing to donate money for the teaching building. This I can understand. But haven't you and Third Uncle paid the allowance for the suspended teachers?"

  "Fart! Aren't they afraid of being struck by lightning? They can say it out loud, aren't they afraid of their tongues rotting?! In the past, when Pang Shunxing spoke under the big Chinese parasol tree, so many people heard him. They said they would buy us medical insurance and pension. Not a single cent was given for retirement, buying medical insurance and pension is just empty talk. We didn't deduct a single cent from them in order to keep our jobs and have a chance to be converted to formal employment one day. Those with backstage support, on the other hand, didn't pay, go find them! Huang Xianghua has such a sharp tongue!"

  "Do you still want me to record this?" The driver asked, holding up a small tape recorder.

  "Don't be agitated, speak slowly." Geng Fenghuang took the cup of cooled boiled water poured by Huang Xianghua, looked at her emaciated sickly face, and turned to tell the driver: "Record it well. We're listening to Huang Xianghua's story..."

  "Geng Town is long, ready!" said the driver.

  "Director Geng? Are you here for a temporary assignment?"

  "Yes! Third Aunt." Geng Fenghuang replied.

  "Are you Geng Fenghuang? Is your father Geng Zhaolin?" Huang Xianghua sized up the young and beautiful town head, as if thinking of someone.

  "That's right!"

  "Are you a graduate of No. 1 Middle School in the county?"

  "Yes! But I didn't graduate yet... Ah, why are you asking these things?!"

  "Is it because you've taken a fancy to some young man, and are having an affair?" Huang Xianghua's words became more and more absurd. "The young man you seduced didn't get into university, and tearfully returned home. Have you forgotten? I heard that you became the principal of the county vocational school, and even took the civil service exam. Why have you come to Huai Tree Garden? That tearful young man is my son - Long Shan Hui! You've wronged him, now you're looking for an old woman like me. I don't have patience, if you want to find someone, go find our family's Long Hai Tao, if you need money, give it, if you need a person, also give..."

  Geng Fenghuang struggled to control her emotions, although Huang Xianghua's words were unpleasant, but looking at her expression, she just wanted to vent her inner sadness and anger, without any malice. Geng Fenghuang felt that back then, she and Long Shanwei didn't have a romantic relationship, and Long Shanwei's departure wasn't her responsibility, and she was also one of the victims. Today, returning to Xiaolonghe was purely for work, so why hide it? "Third Aunt, I came today to discuss building a first-rate primary school with Long Shanwei!"

  "You're back to seduce my son again!" Huang Xianghua slammed the cup down! "You once seduced Shanzi and ruined his future. Now you're back, taking advantage of Ping Shunfan's absence and Xue Lian's absence, trying to seduce Shanzi again? You fox spirit!" As she spoke, her eyes suddenly turned green, staring fixedly at Geng Fenghua sitting in front of her, and in an instant, grabbed Geng Fenghua's arm, ready to hit.

  "You're crazy!" The driver hastily grabbed Huang Xianghuai's hand, which still smelled of feces, and pulled her to one side.

  Huang Xianghuai exerted a burst of evil energy - how could the driver possibly win against her? She broke free in an instant, grabbed an iron shovel and was about to slam it onto Geng Fenghuang's body...

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