After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

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Xiao Wei secretly studied Chinese culture. What a world this is in. It's so hard to keep a secret. Can't people just be left alone?

It was also the first time I heard that so many fellow villagers were admitted in this period. My little story was no longer a secret. So those rumors might not have been spread by Yinmei and Chunxiao.

After school started, I was focused on the house issue. I had neither the time nor the mood to communicate with others. It seemed that I should find out more about some things.

Mao Tongxian screamed, and a group of people immediately stopped and gathered around. Lu Zhu asked, "Did Xiao Wei donate money to the school?"

"Yes. I heard that he donated thousands."

Xiao Wei quickly corrected him: "It's just over 600, not that exaggerated. They all cheated the students and should be returned to the school. They have nothing to do with good people."

"Oh my god, more than 600 is not enough. It's enough for five or six years of school."

"I can't believe Xiao Wei is so rich."

“Even the mayor may not be able to come up with that much money.”

"You are so rich, please lend us some."

Xiao Wei was speechless: "I already said it's not my money."

Thinking of the time when Yinmei gave money, Biyu said, "I know. It was Xiaowei who earned the money by teaching students to sing, and then donated it all to the school, right?"

Mao Tongxian said, "Yes. The county reported that Xiao Wei didn't keep a penny. It took five or six people a long time to count the tickets on the table."

Xiao Wei hurriedly interrupted: "Do you believe that I won't keep a single cent?"

Mao Tongxian looked at Xiaowei and said, "I believe you. You don't even have a decent piece of clothing."

Lu Zhu said, "I absolutely believe it."

"Yes. We all believe that you are a very good person."

Xiao Wei almost cried in anger: "Am I that stupid?"

Mao Tongxian nodded: "You are indeed quite stupid. Smart people would donate in batches, for example, donate to the five-guarantee households with difficulties one by one, donate one by one, and you can at least donate 2,000 yuan with 600 yuan, and you can still keep 300 yuan for yourself."

These officials' sons quickly understood the trick and applauded: "Wow! Mao Tongxian is really smart, Xiao Wei is just too stupid."

"Next time something like this happens, we'll help you make it tenfold."

"Oh. Why are you so stupid?"

"I've never seen anyone so stupid in my life."

“I’ve learned a lot.”

Lu Zhu said: "Xiao Wei is from the countryside, so of course he doesn't have as much experience as you. But Xiao Wei is honest and pragmatic, unlike you who only know how to play tricks."

Xiao Wei sighed inwardly, no wonder some people later said that the education of the upper class was different from that of the lower class, and it would be strange if the class was not solidified.

Lu Zhu smiled and said, "Stop talking. Xiao Wei is almost crying because of her own stupidity."

"Then just cry. It will make you feel better."

"It's my turn. I'll regret it and cry to death."

"If you want to cry, hurry up and wait to see the pear blossoms in the rain."

"Don't be impatient. We have to proceed step by step. We should start with being speechless, then weeping, then weeping, then sobbing, and finally weeping. Can you all be patient?"

"Well said, you are indeed experienced."

"No hurry. We are in no hurry at all."

When she met this group of clowns, Luzhu was so angry that she picked up branches from the roadside and chased them away.

Xiaowei was really surprised to meet her fellow villager Mao Tongxian. The surprise was enough to subvert her cognition. To put it bluntly, it was her short-sightedness.

Some people say that the truth of history is hidden in the population size. The increase or decrease in the number, and the various proportions that make up the population have never been a secret but have become a real secret, depending on who you ask.

What Xiao Wei didn't know was that the number of college entrance examination candidates this year was 350,000, and 185,000 were admitted, with an admission rate of nearly half, twice as many as last year and one and a half times as many as the year before. Doesn't this mean that things are thriving and prosperous, and everything is going well?

Let's look at the small town where Xiaowei lives. The population is over one million. Two hundred people took the exam, and more than sixty people were admitted. Half of them were from local normal schools like Xiaowei. If there was no Xiaowei, Shi Mingsong would be the only college student in a town of 100,000 people. This is the current social and educational situation.

Xiao Wei was the only country boy admitted from the six counties and one city, and she herself did not realize how lucky she was. If she knew this, she would not be surprised to meet a fellow countryman like Mao Tongxian.

There is another point that Xiao Wei has not yet discovered. Even if they are all children of officials, there are still levels, and they are clearly divided. For example, people like Gui Xiu and Wen Yan from the city can't play together with people like Xiao Wei and Bi Yu from the county. From renting a house to going hiking today, there is no one from the city as a guide.

Some of the solidification is due to subconscious habits. Such a culture is truly confident to the bone.

There were few buses at that time, and it was almost noon when we arrived at the foot of the mountain. Among this group of people, only Mao Tongxian had been here once when he was a child, and only had a few memories left. Of course, Xiaowei came here several times later, after it was restored at a huge cost.

Although materialistic education was carried out, there was no official call to break superstition. There were very few pilgrims going up the mountain. Only three or five people could be seen, all of them were old people. Xiao Wei could understand this. With all kinds of struggles, belonging to collectives, and restrictions on business, it became difficult to go out, and burning incense became a luxury. It would be strange if there were so many people.

Along the way, Mao Tongxian continued to popularize the offerings of the temples on the mountain, combining the origins, legends and historical facts. Obviously, after in-depth investigation and research, he was enough to impress the locals. It turned out that his father was engaged in historical data collection in the Ministry of Culture in the city. No wonder he knew so much and was so well-mannered. It can be seen that family education is really important.

The young man had good leg strength and climbed to the top of the mountain, which was more than 100 meters high, in less than half an hour. For some reason, seeing the various clay sculptures and wooden carvings, several people became quiet. They did not burn incense or kneel down to worship, but the solemn atmosphere of the temple still influenced the emotions of the young people, making them unconsciously respectful.

Our ancestors really understood psychology.

Arriving at the river-viewing platform, Mao Tongxian looked out over the blue sky and white clouds, and the rolling torrent of water. He could not help chanting: "The river flows beyond the heaven and earth, and the mountains are in the midst of existence."

Some people followed suit: "In August, the Yangtze River is covered with clouds for thousands of miles, and thousands of sails sail lightly with the wind."

"The shadow of the lonely sail is in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen in the sky."

"The endless falling trees rustle under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in."

Lu Zhu laughed: "Showing off in front of us is like playing the lute to a cow, isn't it?"

Xiao Wei whispered, "Confucius farted."

Biyu covered her mouth and laughed: "We won't do that."

One of Luzhu's male classmates said, "You are just dancing with kitchen knives in front of Guan Gong. When it comes to ancient poetry, Luzhu is miles ahead of us."

Biyu said, "Don't talk nonsense. I only know a little about music scores, but nothing else. I'll teach you a new song. I just wrote the tune for Xiaowei yesterday."

Although they knew that he was intentionally changing the subject, they all applauded: "We haven't learned the saying that every inch of land is worth an inch of blood."

Someone imitated Biyu's words: "Biyu is really amazing, she can do things that we can't do."

Biyu began to sing: "Time flies by, and the years go by and never look back. After seeing all the joys and happiness in the world, there will always be a confidant -"

That's right, Xiao Wei changed the word again, and replaced all the words such as sadness and regret, so as not to become a handle in the future. After all, this is a university, and it will be widely spread. It is still a grand narrative of positivity and progress, which is more in line with the trend of the times.

The reason why this song was brought out is that it has been sung in the small town, Jiang Yingying has already learned it, and it will be spread here sooner or later, so there is no need to hide it.

Seeing a group of people jumping around happily, Xiao Wei was also infected: It’s so good to be young, why didn’t I experience it before.