Chapter 142: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Worlds Chapter 22 — Return to Guizhou

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

After several days of exhausting and arduous travel, Lin Hao and Zhou Rong finally set foot once more on the familiar soil of Guizhou.

The wind and dust of the journey left both of them looking somewhat haggard.

The two first hurried to the Commune, wondering if they could catch a ride back to the village from there.

After all, during the New Year period there were still relatively many vehicles coming and going; they might just get lucky.

Moreover, as sent-down educated youths, they had to report to the Commune upon arrival; management of educated youths was quite strict now, all rules and regulations had to be observed, and they could not be careless.

Upon reaching the Commune, Lin Hao promptly picked up the things he had carefully prepared beforehand and headed straight for Song Jie, intending to deliver them to him.

This Song Jie was a person of some standing here; Lin Hao knew that getting on good terms with him could help his and Zhou Rong's life here to some extent.

Seeing Song Jie, Lin Hao handed over the things with a beaming smile and said, "Brother Song, Happy New Year. This is a little token I specially prepared for you; please don't disdain it."

Song Jie took one look and immediately beamed; he accepted the things, patted Lin Hao on the shoulder, and said, "Ay, Lin Hao, you kid really know the ropes. Good, I just like dealing with people like you."

Lin Hao accompanied the smile, then took the opportunity to inquire about Feng Huacheng's situation.

He had been worrying about this matter, after all Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong had intricate ties.

Hearing Lin Hao ask about Feng Huacheng, the smile on Song Jie's face faded slightly; he frowned and said, "Feng Huacheng, that fellow is in a sorry state now. As far as I know, he's already been sent to a labor reform farm; I'm not too clear on the specifics. As for his money, he didn't have much — just twenty-odd yuan — and it's said he sent it all to that Sichuan girl."

Lin Hao listened, inwardly startled; he hadn't expected Feng Huacheng's situation to turn out like this.

He turned to look at Zhou Rong beside him, only to see her face had turned somewhat pale; clearly the news had dealt her no small shock.

Afterwards, Lin Hao and Zhou Rong's luck really wasn't bad; they hadn't waited long at the Commune before they caught a ride.

The two hurriedly loaded their luggage onto the vehicle and sped off toward the village.

All the way, the vehicle jolted along the rugged mountain road, until finally it slowly entered the village.

Just as they got off, the Old Party Branch Secretary spotted them, his face instantly breaking into a radiant smile; he strode forward and said warmly, "Ay, you two have finally come back! It's past the tenth day of the New Year; I was really worried you wouldn't return."

Lin Hao replied with a smile, "Secretary, rest assured, we'll definitely come back; this place is just like our home."

Zhou Rong also smiled and nodded at the side.

After returning to the village, life resumed its former rhythm; everything became normal again.

Lin Hao hadn't forgotten his earlier promise; he began taking the Old Party Branch Secretary's eldest son and patiently teaching him medical arts.

Starting from the most basic Traditional Chinese Medicine theory — yin-yang and the Five Elements, meridians and qi-blood — he instilled it bit by bit into the young man.

Then he taught him hands-on how to identify herbs, how to process Chinese medicine, and diagnostic and treatment methods for common ailments, and so on.

The Old Party Branch Secretary's eldest son was also a diligent and eager learner; he followed Lin Hao studying seriously every day, and his progress was quite fast.

And Lin Hao also conveniently arranged matters properly for Zhou Rong.

He spoke to the Old Party Branch Secretary about it; the Secretary listened and thought it made sense — the village children indeed needed someone to teach them knowledge properly.

So he arranged for Zhou Rong to become the village teacher.

Zhou Rong was overjoyed; compared to working in the fields, teaching was much easier, and being a teacher had been her childhood dream.

Every day she would arrive early at the village's small classroom, sweep it clean, and wait for the children to file in one by one.

She taught the children to recognize characters, do arithmetic, sing songs, tell stories, imparting all the knowledge she knew without reservation to these lovely children; the children all especially liked this beautiful and gentle teacher.

Just like that, in this quiet little village, Lin Hao and Zhou Rong each busied themselves, contributing their strength to the village's development and the children's growth; the days were plain yet filled with warmth and hope.

One day, Zhang Xueqin specially sought out Lin Hao.

She said to Lin Hao with a face full of anticipation, "Lin Hao, I also want to go be a teacher at the school; do you think that can work?"

Being in the same village, she knew Zhou Rong became a teacher entirely thanks to Lin Hao's effort.

Lin Hao looked at Zhang Xueqin's eyes full of longing and understood her thoughts. However, he still shook his head helplessly and explained patiently, "Sister Xueqin, it's like this: our village school currently has far too few students. With the present situation, one teacher is completely enough; there's temporarily no need to arrange another teacher."

Hearing this, Zhang Xueqin's face immediately showed disappointment; she lowered her head and muttered softly, "Oh, so that's it... alright then..."

Seeing this, Lin Hao hurriedly added, "But, Sister Xueqin, if you really have this intention, it's not completely impossible. You can go help Zhou Rong first — assist her at the school, help manage the students, grade homework, and so on. That way you'll be closer to what you want to do, and you can learn a lot following her. And later, if our village school's student numbers increase and another teacher is needed, rest assured, you'll be the first choice; I guarantee the Old Party Branch Secretary will consider letting you be a teacher first."

Hearing this, Zhang Xueqin's eyes instantly brightened again; she lifted her head and said with a face full of surprise and joy, "Really, Lin Hao? That's great! I'll go tell Sister Zhou Rong right now; I'm going to help her."

Lin Hao smiled and nodded, saying, "Of course it's true; go on then, Sister Zhou Rong will definitely be very happy to have your help."

In fact, Lin Hao had another layer of consideration in his heart.

He thought: if later Zhou Rong happens to have a chance to leave the village and return to the city, the village school mustn't suddenly be left without a teacher; if the children then have no one to teach them, that would be terrible.

So giving Zhang Xueqin this assurance in advance both soothes her current mood and leaves a backup for the village school's long-term development — killing two birds with one stone.

Just like that, Zhang Xueqin ran happily toward the school, ready to go help Zhou Rong and begin her new "job" at the school.