Chapter 253

On the way to the village head's house, Liu Fan learned about hou Junyi's life experience.

His parents went out to work. As a result, one year, they had a car accident on their way home during the Spring Festival. They both died, leaving them and their grandfather to rely on subsistence allowances.

Nanzhuang was originally a remote place with scarce educational resources. If it wasn't for recent years that some graduating college students came here to practice as teachers, I'm afraid the children in Nanzhuang and nearby didn't go to school.

And Hou Junyi's grandfather weaves bamboo baskets for his brother and sister to make up for their annual tuition.

But Nanzhuang is so poor that people who go out often do not want to come back. As a result, the interns are unwilling to come here to teach, so that the students will not be able to go to school soon.

"Little monkey, do you particularly want to go to school?"

Liu fan asked casually.

Hou Junyi nodded heavily and said, "big brother, I got full marks in all my school work. I especially like studying and my days in school."

Liu Fan nodded to himself and came to the village head's house.

They had already left, leaving the village head and a man younger than him.

Before entering the door, I heard the loud conversation between them.

"Headmaster Chen, can't you insist any more? Poor children, if you want to close the school, they will have no hope at all!"

Old village head knock knock knock cigarette pole frown way.

"Old village head, I can't help it. There are no teachers in the school, no one wants to come, and I can't afford their salary, alas."

Chen Youquan is worried. He wants to run a school, but he has no financial support.

"If I can't do anything about salary, I'll go to the district again..."

"Old village head, forget it. No one will come to our backwater. I've searched all over the relationship, but no one wants to come. Who will help us Alas

At this moment, a voice full of confidence came.

"Or I'll fund it."

Chen Youquan and the old village head turned and looked out the door.

Liu Fan calmly smile, with Hou Junyi came in.

"Who is this?"

Chen Youquan looked at Liu Fan with a puzzled look on his face. There was a trace of joy in his expression.

"My name is Liu Fan. You are President Chen."

Liu Fan said in a friendly tone.

"Young man, I know you're kind, but you can't help me with this kind of thing. I'd better collect your junk."

The old village head waved his hand. Chen Youquan didn't know what Liu Fan was, but he knew it very well.

"What, a rag collector?"

Chen Youquan suddenly turned black and said, "young man, you're just entertaining me. How much money can I earn by collecting rags? What's more, I can give you a few hundred yuan."

After that, his expectation disappeared, and he said to the old village head in a low mood: "old village head, I will go first, and I have to inform other villages."

When the old village head heard this, he was helpless. It seemed that he was getting old all at once.

Liu fan, who was ignored by them, was even more speechless. These two old men were too pessimistic. They did not ask him what he could support, so they made subjective conjectures.

"Well, principal Chen, the old village head, how much money do you need if you want to subsidize it?"

Chen Youquan stepped out of the threshold with one foot. Hearing Liu Fan's words, he turned his head impatiently and said, "don't think about it without 200000 yuan, and it's just the money for school construction, the salary of teachers, and so on. Young man, I'm sorry for your kindness. "

Pop!

Liu Fan suddenly took out a check and patted it on principal Chen's hand. He said with a smile, "this is a million dollars. Keep it away, principal."