“Crying and creaking.”

The sound of the wheels turning, the yo-yo sound all over the already completely broken Dongzhuang town, along the rural dirt road to the smell of the library.

“The food is back.”The villagers who lived in the Qingyunyuan and Hanmei College rushed to tell each other and were elated.

“Food is coming in.”The kiln workers living in the southwestern corner of the Shuiyuan of Wen Dao College cheered and wept with joy.

“The food has arrived.”The men in the Minglun Hall laughed and the morale was uplifted.

Jia Huan slept in the Minglen Hall a little gloomy, woke up to the lively laughter, opened his eyes, and sat up from the ground in confusion.A classmate came to tell the news, "The head of the hospital, Joe's classmate brought food back."The food truck has arrived in the town of Dongzhuang.”

“Ah... well.All right.All right.”Jia Huan patted the floor, said three well in a row, went to the yard to scramble the water to wash his face, drank the bowl left for his porridge, followed the Ming Lun Hall classmates to the door of the school.

At this time, the door of the library was surging.Everyone is telling the joy of their hearts to the people around them, not caring about what to say, the important thing is to vent the mood of the rest of their lives.The flood has finally ended.

The school is located on a hill, and more than 20 steps of green stone steps outside the gate extend.Mountain chief Zhang Anbo, Shati, wise monks, Ye Yulang, Luo Liang, Gongsun Liang, Han Xiucai, Du Hongtu, Yi Junjie, Pangze, Zhang Sishui, Luo Xiangyang, Yao Wei and others all ushered under the steps.

The four people who brought back food, Qiao Rusong, Weiyang, Xu Yinglang and Liu Yiqiu, were warmly welcomed by everyone.Everyone was around them, asking questions.

The steps are full of people, but they still automatically crack a gap, so that Jia Huan can pass through and reach the front.

Jo Rusong looked at the wooden stick, the body is small, the look is haggard but the eyes are clear Jia Huan, bowing to the courtesy, "If the loose fails to bring food back as scheduled, please the hospital first punishment."

Jia Huan smiled weakly, "Brother Joe brought food back in time to relieve the difficult situation of the college, and it was a success."There are at least 20 food trucks in the town.See for yourself.The stone in his heart finally fell.

Xu Yinglang smiled with relief and said, “Brother Joe, I said that the head of the hospital will not blame you.”You don't have to blame yourself."

Jia Huan smiled and whispered and said, “Brother Luo, arrange for the porridge.”The word goes on: long hungry can not eat, to slow down.

Luo Xiangyang nodded, and the tears that had just dried up flowed down again, which was joy.They finally came.

As soon as Jia Huan arrived, he immediately became the center of the crowd, automatically took over the power, ordered one by one, and the students ordered to obey.

Mountain chief Zhang Anbo, Shati, wise monks, Ye, Luo Yulang, Wu Lianglang and others are smiling.Can survive, all Lai Jiahuan plan, he has the most qualified to enjoy the glory of the moment.

Zhang Anbo must smile and said, "Jia Huan, you are good at poetry, at this time, you can make poetry to remember."

That's right.Everyone was laughing and looking at Jay.Jia Huan's poetry spreads in Beijing and praises countless times.If you are older, you will be called a poet.

Jia Huan saluted the mountain chief Zhang Anbo, and said with a modest smile: "The disciple's heart has a feeling, only half of the floodplain garden spring."Ask the chiefs of the mountains and the teachers to correct them.”

Ye Yulang smiled gently and urged, “No need to be too humble.”Quickly read it out.”

The public-sun smiled at the warm and gentle, "Brother Jia, I will wait to hear."Everyone who said it laughed.Good poetry, of course, to listen to.Then calm down and wait for the new word.

Jia Huan flashed the scene of the flood in front of him: the flood destroyed Dongzhuang Town in the day; the college students and the sincere rescue of the villagers, busy six days, the establishment of civilized order; when the food is exhausted, life and death, to the temple to grab food; the hope of survival came, kiln workers and hungry people came, night battle for the determination; control rations, bitter waiting, and finally brought back food by Qiao Rusong.

In Jia Huan's mind, the names of a classmate flashed: Gong Sun Liang, Luo Xiangyang, Pangze, Qiao Rusong, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie, Zhang Sishui, Wei Yang, Xu Yinglang, Liu Yi dust, Yao Wei, all Hong.

There are also students in the college: the core of 80 people, peripheral disciples.Everyone is good.It is they, these hot-blooded young people, with great enthusiasm and dedication, laid the foundation for the disaster.

The generous and fierce emotions rose and fell in the heart, surging, the mountains and the sea, setting off a huge wave, Jia Huanlong said:

Just the young students, Fenghua Zhengmao; book business spirit, waving Fang Shu.Pointing to the mountains, stirring words, and the dung was the land of thousands of people.Remember no, the flood and the tide of famine, the autumn of the year and the end of the year."

When he was finished, the emotion in Jia Huan’s heart was released, and the feeling of tiredness came.Food has arrived.He could finally put down his burden and rest.The power of heaven and earth is unfathomable.But people will win!The President said: with the sky, its joy is endless...

Suddenly, the feeling of fainting and spinning came violently, Jia Huan's eyes were black, the thinking was broken, the wooden stick in his hand landed, and people planted forward.

The mountain chief Zhang Anbo, Shati, Ye Yulang and others who were preparing to comment on poetry were embarrassed by this sudden change.Then react.Standing next to Jia Huan, Qiao Rusong, Luo Xiangyang busy hugged Jia who had fallen.

In an instant, the steps at the door of the library were suddenly chaotic.Everyone was anxious to go forward to see Jia Huan's situation.

How could it be?

“Jia Huan.”

“The head of the hospital.”

“The head of the house.”

“Brother Jia.”

However, at this time, Jia Huan was no longer known, and his consciousness was caught in chaos.

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On August 14, the disciples of Wen Dao College, Qiao Rusong, Weiyang, Xu Yinglang, and Liu Yishi, experienced setbacks and transported the first batch of more than 20 carriages of food about 40 stone.

A large amount of food was brought in.Mr. Longjiang alone promised to donate 1,000 stone grain, and will send a housekeeper to escort it in three days.Mr. Longjiang is paying back Jia Huan's feelings.

But with this good news, there is also a sad and sad news for all the people of the college: the leader of the hospital's disaster relief, the core person, the hospital's head Jia Huan suddenly fainted in front of the college.

Jia did not wake up for two days, and his condition was once extremely critical.Fortunately, the master of wisdom and dust at Miaofeng Mountain Temple is well-versed in pharmacology and is fully cured.

Mid-Autumn Festival.The disaster relief system left by Jia Huan is operating smoothly.Food is used to feed the victims.The post-disaster epidemic prevention work is carried out in anchoreed manner.The reconstruction of the town is progressing slowly.The library is stable.

On the morning of August 17, the stars were still in the sky.The morning is dark, and the sky is dark.Autumn is cold.At the entrance of the college, Zhang Anbo, the mountain chief, was a stone cyan crane and sent to Beizhizhixuesha to win.

Sha Sheng hit a blue shirt, arched: "Brother Bo Yu, stay."

He has decided to set the trial time of Xinhai New Year North Shuntianfu House in ten days, August 27th.At this point, you have to leave the library.

Zhang Anbo sighed, his look was depressed, and said, "Uncle, go this way carefully."

The wise dust master has woken up the comatose Jia Huan.But Jia Huan was asked to stay for three months.In any case, Jia Huan is unlikely to participate in this year's court test in Shuntianfu.This made his heart full of guilt for Jiahuan.

He is well aware of Jia Huan's ideas and is very eager to study this year and achieve a talent name.According to Wentai (Ye Yulang), Jia Huan is in a bad situation in Jiafu.

Sha Sheng and Zhang Anbo have a personal relationship, and they have been friends for many years.Otherwise, you will not risk the flood to hear the library.Knowing the old friend's mind, he comforted, "Brother Bo Yu, your disciple's poem is only natural."The half-sunted garden spring has an impassioned enthusiasm!The heart has its own pattern.It will surely spread throughout the world with this hearing of the book.”

Zhang Anbo, the mountain chief, sighed, "Compared to the name of the text, I think he would like to go to the hospital to try it!"

Sha Sheng smiled, “Little friend Jia, firm in mind, strong wrist, can be high.”To be honest, I am not going to fall on his rolls without seeing him with my own eyes these days.”

"Why is this?“Shuji Fear Shilin attacked you for raising a prodigy?”

Sha Sheng smiled, “Will I be afraid of the district Shilin?In fact, your disciple is wise, and if the science field is advancing, he will be a power day by day.I am afraid.”

This seems to be derogatory, but it is praise.Complimenting a nine-year-old teenager to become the prime minister of power in the future is a very high evaluation of his ability.In the morning, Kuo said, when he gave the ribbon to the 16-year-old Zhang Juzheng, he said, "Son of the day, he will not be here, and talk to show the piety of Lu."

Praise the fact that Zhangju is having the talent to kill.

Zhang Anbo, the mountain chief, smiled cheerfully and said, “Today, the holy arts are like Tang Taizong, why is the right to the face?”

Sha Sheng reluctantly reminded: "Brother Bo Yu, be careful!"This is not a good word to praise the Yongji Emperor.Instead, he accused Yongji Emperor of killing his brothers and forcing the father to abdicate through a court coup.

On the same day, Zhang Boyu wrote a book, asking the emperor to severely punish the emperor Yongji, and was deprecated by the emperor.He resigned indignation and was disapprected by two generations of emperors.

Zhang Anboha smiled and said goodbye to his old friend, watching him go far and disappear into the morning fog.

God will know.Chicken Mouth Shop Moon, Mantra Board Bridge Frost.

Shasheng passed through the newly rebuilt Dongzhuang town and looked at the villagers living in the broken house, and the new color of the wood showed the reconstruction and hope.

He was thinking about the boy, and he could go that step in the future.

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At the end of August, the trial time of the Shuntian House was announced.It is scheduled for August 27.The students of the university, the teachers of Shuntian and Yongping Province, gathered at the Beijing Teacher's Conference.

At the same time as the news spread, there were also stories in Beijing that were spread in Jia Huan's half-sun Qinyuan Spring, as well as the relief of the victims of the victims of the Shutao College.

In the middle of the house, the news of Jia Huan came in.The people’s reactions were different.Aunt Zhao was crying with Jia Huan's two big girls in Jia Huan's house.

Jia mother went to the room, Jia mother is with Aunt Xue, Wang Xifeng and other people to put on dominoes, listen to the emu's message, staring for a while, a little emotional said: "Bringo brother this child's life ah."

Jia Huan is the only child in Jiafu.She did not like Jia Huan in her heart, but she still had to show the fairness of everyone in her face.

Aunt Xue asked, "Such a lot of credit must have been the officials who must have made him a show."

Wang Xifeng suddenly felt depressed.When the third child was born, he dared to spray the master at the door, and when he came back after the test, he could not bring the house.

This topic will be revealed soon.Then the trolls went out.Looking at the faint white clouds in the sky in the afternoon, I was glad to read the voice, "Buddha bless you."

The water in Chicago killed a lot of people.Thankfully, the Lord is okay.The third man is actually very good at talking.

In the spring room, the spring is crying with joy.Xue Baoyu hugged the spring and comforted her, "Three sisters, it's okay, it's okay."

Xuan Chuan covered his mouth and cried, nodded, and sobbed, “I will send a letter tomorrow.”(Unfinished.)