Not the Holy Father [Quick Transmigration]

The village chief saw what Yin Wei was pointing at, took the sole of his shoe and slapped Shen Zhuo on the back of the head, "I told you to stop scribbling! Shame on me!"

Shen Zhuo covered the back of his head, avoiding Yin Wei's gaze.

The village chief explained to Yin Wei: "That bastard Zhuang Zhuang wrote it many years ago. At that time, he just learned to write his own name, and he climbed on the statue and scratched it with a wooden stick. How could he scribble on the gods? It was scribbled, luckily it didn't get written on the face..."

Shen Zhuo shrank his neck like a quail and dawdled to Yin Wei's side, whispering, "Weiwei, you were so drunk that day that you insisted on getting a tattoo, so I chose this word for you, and you didn't say no." ...In my heart, you are just like a fairy, brother fairy, don't be angry..."

Yin Wei previously thought that this tattoo was just a bug where the world lines intertwined. Every morning when he got up and dressed, when he saw the word "Shen" in the mirror, he would think of the lonely and dying emperor Zhuo.I always feel that I owe him, very guilty.

Now, hearing Hanhan Zhuo surrender himself, saying that he chose the words, Yin Wei felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart—as if, Shen Zhuo was Shen Zhuo, and the emperor Zhuo had waited for him for thousands of years, throwing away all the palaces and calculations , but still stubbornly want to leave an indelible mark in his life.

Going around, it's still him.

Weiqiao is still there, with heavy characters and new ones.Shen Zhuo wrapped Yin Wei's arm and called him "wife" and "brother" over and over again.

Yin Wei let out a long sigh of relief, bent his index finger and tapped Shen Zhuo's head, "In your eyes, this is what I look like? You have quite a strong taste."

Shen Zhuo knew Yin Wei was not angry by hearing the tone, he laughed and said, "Weiwei looks much better! I will reshape it according to your image, and then plate it with gold!"

Yin Wei glanced at the village head's frowned and disgusted expression, and shook his head at Shen Zhuo, "What can you do to shape a golden body? I can't stand it."

"If I say I can bear it, I can bear it!" Shen Zhuo muttered, but Yin Wei didn't catch it.

It was late at night, and the group came in a hurry without prior notice, so the village head could only arrange for them to spend the night in this simple school.

On the way from the entrance of the village to the school, the fertile plains are planted with seasonal crops, and scattered trees like mulberry trees are planted on the ridges of the fields.Looking further into the distance, there are patches of mulberry forests.When the night wind blew, it was fragrant, but Yin didn't expect the fat silkworm to give goose bumps all over his body.

"Does the village raise silkworms?" Yin Wei asked the village head.

The village chief walked in front with a flashlight, "No. They are all wild mulberry trees, and no one raises silkworms. According to the rules passed down from our ancestors, the god we worship doesn't like silkworms."

If you don't like it, you will cut off this road to wealth?

Yin Wei opened his mouth, choked by the wind, and didn't say anything more.

This season, the temperature is not low, but it will still be a little cold at night.The village chief asked all over the village, but he could only find two extra quilts, one for Zuo Yao who had a cold and fever, and one for Professor Tang to cover, and then put together tables and chairs to make a bed, barely enough for one night.

The village chief didn't welcome the expedition team's visit very much. In fact, the people in the village have always resisted foreign things. Shen Zhuo's scumbag father just listened to outsiders' words, so he never returned and made a move to abandon his wife and children. Damn it, how could such unworthy children and grandchildren have come out of the ancestors?The village chief said angrily while picking up firewood.

The temperature is relatively low at night, and it is impossible to sit without a fire.The village head moved all the tables, chairs and benches in the Guoshi Temple to the corner to make room in the middle, and looked at Yin Wei while building the fire——

This young master from a big city is not squeamish. Several young people with him complained about the harsh environment, but he just worked and didn't say anything else.It is said that stupid people have stupid blessings, and Zhuang Zhuang has found a treasure.

The dry grass stalks beeped in the flames, and Yin Wei poked the radishes thrown into the ashes with a wooden stick. Sole - it is said to be very sweet.

The radish that had just been dug out was very hot. Yin Wei turned his left hand to his right, and when he got used to the heat, he broke the two halves and handed one piece to Professor Tang. Under Shen Zhuo's eager eyes, he put the other half into his hand, "Eat Go ahead. Take off your clothes and bake, there is still one lying down, there are no more quilts for you."

Shen Zhuo interpreted this passage as Yin Wei's love for him as a matter of course, and he was delighted to hear that, it didn't matter whether he was hungry or not.Shen Zhuo patted off the grass ash on the radish skin, carefully tore off the shriveled skin, and brought the tender core of the radish to Yin Wei's mouth, "I'm not hungry. Try Weiwei, I grew up eating this .”

As he said that, Shen Zhuo began to take off his clothes that were soaked and half-dried by the night wind, and at the same time he kicked the village head, "I knew you kid was stealing my radishes since you were a child!"

With an "ouch", Shen Zhuo pretended to fall and leaned towards Yin Wei.He took off his upper body with only a thin woolen sweater left. He felt good about his figure and tried to tease Yin Wei with masculinity. He wanted to take it off again, but just as he pulled up a corner, Yin Wei pressed his hand, "Put on some clothes, you .”

Shen Zhuo let out an "oh" and let go resentfully.The woolen sweater was rolled up around his waist, and Yin Wei shook his head to straighten it out for him. When he lowered his head, he saw a three-inch scar on Shen Zhuo's thin waist.

Yin Wei unconsciously stretched out his hand to lightly touch it with his fingertips, the flesh at the scar was extremely sensitive, and Shen Zhuo felt itchy, but his wife finally took the initiative, and he insisted not to hide, holding back his laughter until his face turned red.

"Why...how did you get hurt?" Yin Wei gently withdrew his hand, his voice trembling.

"I just got hurt right here." Shen Zhuo scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, and looked up at the unrecognizable statue of the national teacher. Something scratched."

Shen Zhuo's eyes brightened, "Hey, wife, you care about me! With your words, I don't feel any pain at all!"

Yin Wei turned his head slightly, "Who cares about you..."

As the night darkened and the flames swayed, the young scientific expedition members were eating their own dry food. Professor Tang sat on a wooden table wrapped in a quilt and asked the village chief if he knew that a famous mausoleum was unearthed in China many years ago.

The village chief frowned and replied, "What are you digging up other people's graves for? We don't allow you to dig the graves here!"

Professor Tang explained that archaeology is not simply digging graves. The village head asked, is digging people's ancestral graves simple or not?

In short, it is chicken and duck talking.

Yin Wei signaled Professor Tang not to talk about finding sacrificial ritual utensils, so as not to cause misunderstandings.

"Actually, we have another purpose for coming this time." Yin Wei looked around and touched Shen Zhuo with his toes. The money is intended to benefit my hometown. Otherwise, let every household come over tomorrow and get the money back."

You don't have to worry about talking about money.The village head asked: "How much is there? Do I need to pack it in sacks?"

Shen Zhuo was taken aback. Unlike the rapid development of science and technology outside, his hometown was still where he was. Everyone only accepted cash, but they were very poor. Many people even had little savings at home.Not to mention that Shen Zhuo didn't bring so much cash, even if he did, one sack per person would be a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.Shen Zhuo looked at Yin Wei and thought, if his wife is so smart, he must have a solution.

Yin Weilai had thought about it before. It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish. When he entered the village and saw those mulberry trees, he basically decided on the plan in his heart.

He asked the village head: "Do you lack teachers here?"

The village chief shook his head: "I can teach them! If you can write your own name, it's enough. After reading so many books, you will become a heartless person. You don't want to leave your wife and children behind. Why don't you grow radishes in the village!"

Of course Yin Wei knew that the village chief was scolding Shen Zhuo's scumbag father again, but it would definitely be wrong to give up studying completely just because there was a scumbag among the scholars.Thousands of years ago, this was a land of prosperity, but now the people in Weiqiao Village do not study or raise silkworms. Yin Wei somehow feels that the ignorance and backwardness here have his own sins.

The system that has been silent for a long time is looping in Yin Wei's mind [The Holy Father is terminally ill, there is no cure]

The Holy Father is the Holy Father.

"It's impossible not to study." Yin Wei stood up and said to Professor Tang: "Professor, University A has a work-study post and a voluntary teaching team, right?"

Professor Tang guessed his intention in an instant, and looked at the village head: "As long as the people here are willing, I can apply to the school and set this place as a teaching support point."

Shen Zhuo looked at Yin Wei with staring eyes, his wife was too smart, he had checked, and University A was the top school in China.With such talented students as teachers, the children in the village will definitely be able to learn well.

Yin Wei: "The conditions here are difficult, and the voluntary teaching is too hard. It is better to set up a special fund to provide subsidies to the students who come to this teaching. On the school side, I will ask you, Professor Tang."

"Xiao Yin is still thoughtful." Professor Tang nodded approvingly, "But that's a lot of money. Where does the money come from?"

Yin Wei glanced at Shen Zhuo, who immediately jumped up, "I'm going out! No——" He hugged Yin Wei, smiling brightly, "We're going out together."

It was the uncle who paid the money. Yin Wei was too lazy to correct his title, and said to the village chief: "Poverty is not a magic weapon to maintain kindness. People in the village should enjoy a better life. There are so many mulberry trees in the village, and silkworm breeding will bring you a lot of money. Bring in a decent income."

The village chief frowned, and looked up at the dilapidated statue of the national teacher, "It's because of this god that we have good weather every year. The god doesn't like sericulture."

Yin Wei stood under the statue, and said clearly: "I say yes, then I can."

"Why?" The village head glared at him.

"Didn't Shen Zhuo just say that in his heart, I'm like a god." Yin Wei curled his lips into a smile, "Now I think it's pretty similar."