She went to tugouzhuang by bike. She changed her hair into two braided braids. Her face was painted a little black, and a dress was wrapped around her waist, so that her waist would not be so thin that her body would be attractive enough.

Seeing her in such a disguise, Ge Xiaotong still couldn't stand up and said that it was the first time that he saw someone deliberately pretending to be ugly.

Jiang Xiao didn't explain more. Did he say that the painting was linked to danger? It doesn't have to worry them too.

It's not very eye-catching to go to Tugou village in such a way.

Jiang Xiao asked the old gentleman before, and probably knew that the old school was easy to find, because it was near the broadest Village Road in the middle of the village, which could also be crossed to other villages. It was quite straight.

So she didn't ask the villagers more. She went straight to the village road.

Tugouzhuang is also a poor village, but maybe it has developed in the past two years, and there are still some cyclists. Otherwise, no matter how ugly Jiang Xiao is, as long as he rides a bicycle, he will immediately attract people around.

That old school is really easy to find.

Moreover, on the left side of the old school is a pond, and on the right side is an open space. Bricks are built in the middle to surround a well, which is some distance away from other families.

There are still people in the old school.

When Jiang Xiao arrived, he heard a burst of reading.

But the door is not closed. Looking into it is a patio. The hall inside the patio serves as a classroom. There are two rooms left and right. Jiang Xiao doesn't see the painting outside.

The old man said that the painting was hanging in the side room, but he could not remember which side it was.

"Who are you looking for?"

An old man with rope reading glasses came out of the left side room and saw Jiang Xiao enter the door.

"Uncle, I heard the sound of reading outside. I'm a little curious. Come in and have a look." Jiang Xiao doesn't want to mention the painting directly. If she can, she doesn't want people here to know the value of the painting. It's not that she's afraid to spend money. Once she knows, she can't be sure that these people in the old school can still keep their peace.

If she could, she would just take the painting with her.

After I came in, I found that the old school was really dilapidated. The tiles on the top of the school were leaking. The ground was full of potholes, and some of them were quite deep.

There are about eight sets of desks with more than a dozen children sitting in it. Those desks and chairs may have been brought by them from home, so they are not unified. Some of the legs of the desks and chairs are broken and stitched together.

Most of the children's clothes were patched.

Jiang Xiao has been away from Ping'an town for a long time, almost forgetting how poor the village is.

But these children read very seriously, but let her a little miss the time of school when she was a child.

"What can I be curious about? You didn't go to school? " Although the old man asked, he did not drive her. After asking this sentence, he coughed several times, and Jiangxiao could see that he was sick.

"Yes. But I've seen such a school for a long time. You run this school, sir? "

"I'm the headmaster." The old man straightened his back with pride.

This is a school with more than a dozen students and a headmaster. Jiang Xiao did not smile, just looked at him, and then said to him: "headmaster, you don't seem very comfortable."

"A little bit of an old problem is no problem. What did you come for, I said

"Headmaster, in fact, I have been helped by this village before. This time I come back to look for the old man who helped me at the beginning. However, I want to do something for his village. Do you think I can donate some money to the school?"

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