After the art classroom was arranged, the students of Zhongguo Hope School also came to the school one after another or got up from the dormitory to come to the classroom.

Zhang Yipeng's father looked at the group of students and asked in surprise: "Isn't it a holiday today? Why are the students still staying in school?"

So, Lin Ping smiled and explained the whole story to Zhang Yipeng's father. Zhang Yipeng's father was deeply moved after hearing this, nodded and said to Zhang Yipeng: "You have to teach these children well, Yipeng, you can't mislead your children."

Zhang Yipeng smiled and said, "Dad, why did I mislead my children? Your son is not a famous teacher of a generation, but he is definitely a good teacher and friend."

Zhang Yipeng's father shook his head and pointed his finger at the children in front of him and said, "I think you are not as promising as these children. Yipeng, if you stay here for two years, you must not only educate these children well, but you should learn from these children, you must learn from them, and you must learn from them the simplicity of their spirit of hard work and positive and optimistic attitude."

Zhang Yipeng smiled helplessly and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, I know, dad, stop talking."

At this time, Lin Ping spoke and said, "Have you had breakfast?"

Yu Mengfei smiled and shook her head and said, "No, we set out last night and we arrived all the way here. We didn't have breakfast, and Uncle Zhang didn't rest."

After hearing this, Lin Ping asked, "Why do you want to set off in the evening? Just leave in the morning and come here in the afternoon."

Zhang Yipeng rushed to say, "You still want to come here in the afternoon when you set off in the morning. I tell you, you may not be able to come here in the evening."

"Why?" Lin Ping asked curiously.

"It's a traffic jam," said Zhang Yipeng. "I said, we could have arrived one or two hours in advance. The traffic on the road on National Day was as constipated as...ah...."

Zhang Yipeng's father gave Zhang Yipeng a blank look and said, "You are such a big man, you are not serious in speaking properly, and you don't look like an adult."

Lin Ping quickly smoothed out and said, "Let's have a meal at the school cafeteria."

The group came to the cafeteria for dinner. Liu Qingmei was helping her mother cook. When she saw Lin Ping and the others happily ran over and said hello one by one: "Hello Teacher Lin, Hello Teacher Zhang, Sister Meng Fei, Qingmei misses you so much."

As he said that, Liu Qingmei ran up and hugged Yu Mengfei. Yu Mengfei also hugged Liu Qingmei happily: "Hey, my Qingmei sister is black!"

"Ah, it will turn whiter." Liu Qingmei said coquettishly.

Then Liu Qingmei looked at Zhang Yipeng's father and asked, "Who is this?"

"This is your Teacher Zhang's father, just call Uncle Zhang," Yu Mengfei said with a smile.

"Hello Uncle Zhang." Liu Qingmei shouted sweetly.

"Oh, OK." Zhang Yipeng's father replied with a smile, and then couldn't help but praise, "This little girl is so handsome."

The breakfast has not changed much from usual, and it is porridge, noodle cake, eggs and pickles, and the porridge and noodle cake are mixed with sweet potatoes.

Sweet potato, also known as sweet potato, is called sweet potato in the north. It is a crop widely planted in various parts of my country. It is easy to plant, easy to manage, and has low growth, strong adaptability and large yield. Although it is not a staple food, it has played an important role in my country's grain industry since its introduction in the Ming Dynasty.

In the late Ming Dynasty, after natural disasters and wars, the population was less than 100 million, but in a short period of time, the population rebounded rapidly and rose rapidly, and the role of sweet potatoes was indispensable. Without sweet potatoes, in some natural disasters and wars, the number of people starving to death on China may have more than doubled. The General History of China's Population even concluded that sweet potatoes are the basic reason why the population continued to grow rapidly after the middle of the Qing Dynasty.

Sweet potatoes are also the main crop in poor mountainous areas such as Kushan. They are the guarantee of food and clothing for hundreds of years for the people of Kushan. Ironically, this era has become an important reason for their poverty. Because sweet potatoes are not valuable and the people of Kushan cannot sell them at all.

Therefore, the only use of sweet potatoes to Kushan is to keep them full.

At the dinner table, several young people were talking and laughing while eating, while Zhang Yipeng's father just silently drank porridge and ate noodles without saying a word. At this time, Feng Chunxiu walked out with a few pieces of dried sweet potatoes in his hand.

Zhang Yipeng's father looked at the dried sweet potatoes in Feng Chunxiu's hand and asked slowly, "What's this sweet potato?"

Feng Chunxiu nodded and said, "Yes, why, do you want to eat?"

Zhang Yipeng's father nodded and said, "Give me one."

Feng Chunxiu handed him a piece of dried sweet potato and said with a smile: "It's rare, and there are also urban people who can eat dried sweet potatoes. No one can eat this thing except us poor people. None of these college students can eat this."

Zhang Yipeng's father bit the sweet potato and took a lot of effort to tear off a bite, chewed it slowly in his mouth, and then sighed and said, "When I was a child, I ate this every day in the countryside. In our era, when I was as old as them, I couldn't afford to eat at home. I ate this sweet potato every day and vomited."

As he said that, Zhang Yipeng's father recited a song in a somewhat desolate tone: "Sweet potato soup, sweet potato buns, you can't live without sweet potatoes."

After reading, Zhang Yipeng's father smiled and said, "I didn't expect that today, I could still drink this sweet potato soup and eat this sweet potato bun."

Feng Chunxiu smiled and said, "Some of them are good to eat, they have never had to eat before."

Zhang Yipeng's father smiled and said, "Yes, you're right."

This sweet potato rice made Zhang Yipeng's father recall some past events, and as he ate it, he told everyone about the difficult years he had when he was a child.

After dinner, Zhang Yipeng asked his father to go to his dormitory to have a sleep and rest, but was rejected by Zhang Yipeng's father.

Zhang Yipeng's father looked at Zhang Yipeng and asked, "Have you ever visited this bitter mountain? Take me around."

Zhang Yipeng scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Dad, I've been here for a short time and I've never visited it."

Zhang Yipeng's father said, "Okay, let's take a look at this bitter mountain together. This bitter mountain is better than the ordinary scenery. There are fewer people and leisurely people, so I can only come to travel."

After hearing this, Yu Mengfei smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, I will accompany you to visit."

Zhang Yipeng's father looked at Yu Mengfei and nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, it's best for Mengfei to be with her."

"Principal Lin, are you taking us to visit Kushan?" Yu Mengfei asked with a smile at Lin Ping.

Lin Ping thought about it and said apologetically: "No, I really have something to deal with today. Let's do this, I'll let a few students take you."

So, Lin Ping asked Liu Weiguo and Liu Xiangqian to serve as guides for the three of them to visit Kushan.

For their convenience, Lin Ping also lent his tricycle to them, but was rejected by Zhang Yipeng's father. Zhang Yipeng's father smiled and said, "No, just take it as a mountain climb."

It was not until dusk that Zhang Yipeng and his friends returned to school. Zhang Yipeng's father looked nothing but a dull look on his face and didn't know what he was thinking. Zhang Yipeng was so tired that he was as squeezing as a frost-beating eggplant.

After a few people had supper, Zhang Yipeng and Yu Mengfei returned to the dormitory to rest, but Zhang Yipeng's father came to the office and found Lin Ping.

"Uncle Zhang, are you asking me for trouble?" Lin Ping asked when he saw Zhang Yipeng's father coming over and poured water.

Zhang Yipeng's father sat upright on the seat and nodded and said, "Well, there is something really going on. Yipeng is here to teach and contribute to the country's development and poverty alleviation cause. My father also wants to do something and help the children in the mountains to the best of his ability."

When Lin Ping heard this, this was a good thing and said with a smile: "The fellow villagers in Kushan are so grateful to you. How do you plan to help?"

Zhang Yipeng's father pursed his lips and said, "Can the child in Kushan spend 10,000 yuan a year?"

Lin Ping thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's not enough to spend. After going to high school, you can spend five or six thousand yuan in school. If the tuition is subsidized by the state, you can spend eight thousand yuan a year in college? It's almost ten thousand yuan."

Zhang Yipeng's father nodded and said with a smile: "In this way, I see that Zhang Yipeng built a basketball court on your playground, and named it Zhang Yipeng Basketball Court."

Lin Ping smiled and said, "Yes, that's right. Teacher Zhang built two basketball courts for the children at their own expense, and he also started to build them himself."

When Zhang Yipeng's father was very happy when he heard Lin Ping say this about his son, he said with a smile: "It's also considered that this kid does some personnel. Let's do this. I'm not much. It's not much. It costs 100,000 yuan a year. The cost of helping ten children go to high school and college. Let's take a ten-year first. The name is named after the boy of my family, which is called Zhang Yipeng's scholarship fund."

[System: Zhongguo Hope School Zhang Yipeng Scholarship Fund was established.]

Note: Zhang Yipeng's father Zhang Zhao will donate 100,000 yuan every year to support our students in high school and college.

Current deadline: ten years.

Zhang Yipeng's father continued: "Although it's not many, it's my intention. I hope you and the children in the mountains can accept it."

After hearing this, Lin Ping said gratefully: "Of course I accept it. This is already a lot, and my heart is already very strong. The children in the mountains will definitely thank you and Zhang Yipeng."

Zhang Yipeng's father Zhang Zhao smiled and shook his head, his eyes were moist and said, "Just seeing the people in the mountains, I thought of the children when I was in the countryside. These children had the shadow of my childhood. Alas, you young people live in a good time. If you weren't here to teach, you wouldn't believe what I taught him before, and you wouldn't believe that our country still has such poor places."

After a pause, Zhang Zhao said again: "Don't tell Zhang Yipeng about the scholarship fund first, and let him know on October 16th. That day was his birthday, even if it was my birthday gift."
Chapter completed!