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Wangjiatun is surrounded by mountains, with high mountains and long roads, steep slopes and slippery roads. People here work at sunrise, rest at sunset, raise chickens, grow vegetables and have children, and follow this natural and economic lifestyle from generation to generation. The outside world is full of booze and drunkenness, which is blocked by layers of natural barriers. "If you ask what is going on in the world today, you know that there are Han people, regardless of Wei and Jin Dynasties." More than ten years have passed, and people who work outside the home have brought in some information in dribs and drabs, just like a few beads floating in, which has little impact on the local area. Most villagers are still used to chatting around the fire pit and taking care of their shoes.
Wangjiatun is more than 30 miles away from the township, and more than 0/00 miles away from the county seat/kloc. The mountain road is curved and the iron shoes are worn out. Over the past ten years, several junior high school students have emerged, which is the scholar in Tunli.
When lighting the lamp, Wang Tiansheng stumbled into the door with a woven bag on his back, his face dusty and embarrassed, which shocked a room full of people.
"Health, what's the matter, the school is on holiday?" Grandma asked. Naturally calm: "no ... no wow."
"Is the school closed?" Mom asked. Sui Sheng was dumbfounded, but still faltered: "No, really ... really not."
"Then why did you come back from school?" Wang Fu some nasty, loudly questioned. Naturally, I finally couldn't hide my panic, and my voice began to tremble: "Cough-" ...