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  If this is made into spicy dried fish or spicy dried fish, it can be sold for thousands of dollars.

  I not only made money, but also helped children in need, which is really a good way to have the best of both worlds.

  The next morning, after breakfast, Song Xi and Zhou Yi went to the newly built school in Ping\'an Village.

  The school was indeed built according to Song Xi\'s drawings.

  Enter the gate, and you will see a large yard, and behind it are several houses side by side, which look like several facade houses.

  In the first house, there are two large water tanks and an earthen stove, but there is no iron pot at present.

  Because the new iron pot is very expensive, you need a ticket to buy it.

  But Song Xi has old pots and pans.

  A back door was also opened to the stove according to Song Xi\'s request. The reason why Song Xi requested this was because she planned to pile firewood behind, and even planned to enclose the sandy land behind and take the children to plant some cash crops.

  Song Xi walked to the back of the stove, stretched out his hand and opened the back door, and all he saw was a large expanse of sand.

  The end of the sandy land is connected to the barren hills. There is only a little bit of green on the barren hills, and most of them are stones.

  The reason why Song Xi chose this place is because there is no food to grow here, so no one will say that the school occupies a good place.

   "Brother Yi, can you tell how big this sandy land is?" Song Xi squinted his eyes, looked into the distance, and asked Zhou Yi behind him.

  Zhou Yi put his chin on Song Xi\'s shoulder, and stretched his arms in front of him to encircle Song Xi, "It looks like it\'s about two or three acres! Even if it\'s less than three acres, it\'s about the same."

   "Really?" Song Xi was slightly startled, even her brows twitched slightly.

   There is such a large area!

  That’s really great. Watermelon is expensive, but it’s easy to sell. If it’s grown well, the yield per mu can reach 7,000 to 10,000 catties.

  If these three acres of land were planted with watermelons and irrigated with spiritual spring water, and the annual output would be 20,000 to 30,000 jin, wouldn’t it be a fortune?

   What\'s more, watermelons can be grown in two seasons.

  Sow in March, harvest in July, plant in June, harvest in October.

  If the output is doubled, then the minimum annual output will be 50,000 jin. Fruits are priceless in this era, which means that it is difficult for everyone to buy if they have money.

   What price can be sold at that time depends on Wen Qiang\'s pricing!

   If you can order a one or two yuan, then it will really be sent.

  The more Song Xi thought about it, the happier he became, as if seeing the smiles on the faces of the villagers in Ping\'an Village.

  Suddenly heard a serious cough coming from behind, Song Xi quickly broke free from Zhou Yi\'s arms, feeling extremely embarrassed.

   "Song Xi, is there anything wrong?" Qian Weimin asked standing outside the door of the first room, but he didn\'t go in.

  Song Xi closed the back door, turned around and walked over, "Lack of firewood and clean water."

   "I will arrange these things." Qian Weimin nodded. He looked at Zhou Yi for a while, but he didn\'t expect the two children to have such a good relationship, and he was very relieved.

  As the head of Ping\'an Village, he naturally wants to see all the villagers live happily ever after.

   "There is still land in the yard that needs repairing."

   As soon as Song Xi finished speaking, Qian Weimin asked Zhou Yi to call some people to bring tools to repair the land in the yard.

  Zhou Yi glanced sideways at Song Xi and left.

  Qian Weimin said to Song Xi, "The carpenters are rushing to work on the few wooden doors that are missing. After the late rice is harvested, they should be safe and the classrooms can be used then."

   Zhou Yi came back soon, and brought Zhou Ping and the three of them, and then the four of them repaired the ground in the yard together.

  Many people are powerful, and the yard is quickly divided into vegetable beds.

   After a while, someone brought their children to sign up.

   is Xu Yunying and her three children.

  Song Xi knew that Xu Yunying would definitely send her children to study, as she was not afraid of divorce, gossip, or hard work.

  As long as the child has a chance to succeed, it is impossible for her to give up.

  Although not everyone who reads has the opportunity to succeed, reading has many benefits. At least one person can know the wider world and know more interesting things.

"Aunt Yunying, you came here to sign up so early. The three children are so good-looking. Come to the office and I\'ll register for you." Song Xi took out the homemade roster and pencil from the cloth bag she carried with her, and greeted them. They go into the second room.

  The second room is an office. There is a desk and chair in it, which is obviously not enough. The other desks and chairs should still be in the rush.

  Song Xi sat behind the table, picked up a pencil, and looked up at the person in front of him.

  Xu Yunying pulled the eldest son over, and said in a businesslike tone, "Mr. Song Xi, this is my eldest son, Xu Bing, who is fifteen years old this year. Is it okay to send him to study at this time?"

  Song Xi naturally knew that Xu Yunying didn\'t want outsiders to know that they had a good relationship in private, lest the villagers talk nonsense.

  After all, no one in the village has ever read a book, so not all of them are so sensible.

   "As long as you want, you can read and write at any age. After all, you can live to learn!"

  Song Xi registered Xu Bing\'s personal information, name, age, and gender in the roster.

   As for other things, I didn’t ask so much. After all, we can meet each other every day and get to know each other gradually.

  Song Xi registered Xu Yunying\'s three children in turn. The eldest son Xu Bing is fifteen years old, the second son Xu Qing is thirteen years old, and the youngest daughter Xu Yujie is ten years old.

   After registration, Song Xi told them that all students start from the first grade.

   As long as the two subjects can be more than 80 points, you will be promoted to the second grade.

  The speed can be a little faster. It doesn’t have to be like the elementary school in the commune, which has to be upgraded slowly year by year.

   Some children are older and can be brought up earlier and sent to high school earlier.

   By the time you graduate, maybe you can be assigned a job in town.

  If the grades are excellent, you may be recommended to the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University.

  Even if it is recommended, the gold content is extremely high. If you read it, it will be the envy of everyone.

  Xu Yunying saw that all three children had successfully signed up, with a relaxed smile on her face.

  Song Xi thought for a while and said, "Classes start at 9:00 am on December 1st. I hope everyone can arrive here on time and don\'t be late. Do you understand?"

  Song Xi also knows that children in rural areas have to help the family with housework. Naturally, they can\'t go to school at seven or eight o\'clock like children in the city, so she set the time at nine o\'clock.

  As for why the school start date is set on December 1st, it is because the late rice will be harvested in two days.

   At that time, there will be threshing, drying, and public rations. There are quite a lot of things.

   In addition, Zhou Yi said that there will be a banquet after harvesting the late rice, and it will take time.

   It\'s better to postpone the start date of school a little bit later, so that you don\'t have to rush and panic.

  (end of this chapter)