My boss betrayed me

"I don't think so. At least she doesn't have the ability to do so," my brother-in-law replied.

Nangong Yue nodded thoughtfully and said,

"I think this is exactly why Mu Chu remained silent. He was most concerned about his elder sister and this family.

He said that my eldest sister's problem cannot be solved with tens of thousands of Dragon Coins. What he meant here may be more about my eldest sister and brother-in-law's later life. "

My brother-in-law nodded slightly and said,

"Muchu is a sensible child, and he always has this family in his heart,"

They chatted while eating. After dinner, Nangong Yue drank some tea and then went to the County Party Committee Guesthouse to register for accommodation accompanied by her brother-in-law and Xiaofang.

Nangong Yue spent a night in the highest standard hotel in this county town.

The next morning, as expected, there was a motorized agricultural tricycle parked on the roadside in front of the guesthouse. My brother-in-law and the driver were waiting downstairs. The driver was a strong man in his forties who looked simple and honest.

Nangong Yue got into the car wearing her coat, and her brother-in-law handed her a big cotton hat. Then the tricycle pulled her towards the mountains.

The carriage was open-air, and the howling cold wind tried hard to penetrate the cotton-padded clothes, leaving people with nowhere to hide.

The road from the county town to the foot of the mountain is relatively flat, but it is completely different after going up the mountain.

The carriage was like a huge dustpan, shaking violently on the rugged mountain road, causing Nangong Yue to stagger from side to side, jump up and down, and his internal organs were churning. The uncomfortable feeling was something that would never be forgotten.

What is even more terrifying is the steepness of the mountain road. There are often steep cliffs on one side and deep valleys on the other. There is not only the fear of a huge mountain pressing down on your head, but also the danger of falling thousands of feet. It makes people sweat all the time.

At this moment, no matter how beautiful the mountains are, I have no mood to appreciate them.

After walking for more than an hour on the mountain road for more than 20 miles, we finally arrived at our destination, Mafang Village.

This is where Xia Muchu was born and where Xia Lingxue founded a primary school.

Nangong Yue couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness to this place.

She looked around and saw that Mafang Village was located on a relatively flat hillside, surrounded by mountains and ridges.

There are more than a hundred households scattered in the village. Most of the farmhouses have thatched roofs and stone foundations exposed under the earth walls, which look very dilapidated.

The distribution of farmland is even more chaotic, with various shapes, like a puzzle randomly scattered on the ground.

There were no electric lights or wires here, and the rustic tranquility made her, who was used to the hustle and bustle of the city, feel both novel and a little uncomfortable.

As we approached the primary school, we could gradually hear the children reading.

The school was built at the head of the village. Five rows of stone-tiled houses were surrounded by earth walls on four sides. The school gate was made of wood, and a wooden board was hung next to the gate with the words "Mafang Village Primary School" written on it.

Such a small school with such simple facilities is hard to imagine for people living in the city.

As soon as Nangong Yue stepped onto the campus, she felt a heavy shock, and a sense of respect arose involuntarily.

Although these buildings do not seem to be able to be called "architectures", they were built by an ordinary woman in this poor and almost forgotten mountain village. The love, courage and spirit of sacrifice they contain can be imagined.

In this sense, even using the word "great" to describe it is definitely not an exaggeration.

Nangong Yue followed the sign and walked into the principal's office. To be exact, there was just an extra desk in the single dormitory.

There was no one in the room, only teaching materials and textbooks on the table and some simple daily necessities in the corner.

She walked from her office to a classroom and greeted a young female teacher who was teaching students with her eyes.

The female teacher came out and asked,

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Xia Lingxue,"

"So, elder sister doesn't recognize me as her daughter-in-law?"

Nangong Yue pouted, crossed her arms over her chest, and said with a look of resentment, "My little heart has been broken into pieces like a QR code, broken into pieces!"

"How can I do that, girl!"

Xia Lingxue smiled and waved her hand, stepped forward and patted Nangong Yue's shoulder, "Don't let your imagination run wild here. Since you have this intention, I'll take you there after school at noon, just to show your filial piety to Mu Chu. That guy hasn't been home for several years, and I don't know what he's doing outside. He's simply a 'missing person'."

At this time, the sound of children reading aloud came from the classroom. The sound passed through the dilapidated windows and echoed in this simple campus.

Nangong Yue looked around and saw that some parts of the school wall had collapsed, with some messy bricks and stones piled up in the corners, giving it a very dilapidated look.

Nangong Yue immediately corrected him: "I don't represent him. Mu Chu should repay the filial piety he owes. I represent myself. I think that anyone who knows my father's life will respect the old man's backbone."

As he spoke, Nangong Yue waved his hands vigorously.

The word "integrity" actually had such a powerful force that Xia Lingxue felt mixed emotions. She lowered her head and two lines of tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

She wiped away her tears hastily, forced a smile at Nangong Yue with tear marks on her face, and asked, "Mu Chu hasn't written to you in more than two years. Could something have happened to you? Could he have died?"

As she spoke, Xia Lingxue twisted the corner of her clothes unconsciously.

"No."

Nangong Yue lied, feeling uneasy as if there was a little rabbit in her heart, and her eyes were a little evasive.

"Really not?"

Xia Lingxue's face was full of suspicion, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes seemed to be saying "Don't make fun of me."

"Really do not have."

Nangong Yue gritted his teeth and repeated the lie again, waving his hands anxiously and explaining, "Mu Chu is very proud and wants to accomplish something earth-shattering before reporting to his family. He is trying hard to become a 'big boss in the industry'."

"It's okay."

Xia Lingxue breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her chest with both hands. She was very wise and did not ask a single question about her brother's divorce. After all, "less trouble is worse than more trouble" to avoid causing trouble for herself.

Just when the students were about to finish class, the water boiled, as if it was precisely timed by a stopwatch. The children who had finished class flocked to the room, skillfully holding various cups to boil water.

Xia Lingxue skillfully poured water into each cup, constantly reminding them, "Be careful, don't get burned, or I'll explode on the spot."

As he spoke, he protected the children with his hands.

This scene was commonplace for the children, but it deeply touched Nangong Yue.

In her eyes, Xia Lingxue at this moment was more like a gentle and loving mother rather than a serious principal.

Xia Lingxue works in this school, and only she knows the hardships involved.

The classroom roof would drip whenever it rained, so she had to prepare pots and pans to catch the water. It was like "a leaking roof when it rains all night, a broken boat encounters a headwind". Teaching aids were scarce, so she often made simple teaching aids by herself, just to help the children understand the knowledge more intuitively.

In winter, the cold wind rushed in through the broken windows, and the children shivered with cold. She had to worry about the children catching cold while teaching. When she was marking homework, the light was so dim that it hurt her eyes, but she never complained.

Occasionally, when she encounters naughty and disobedient children, she always teaches them patiently, even if she is exhausted.