Chapter 142 (Chapter 142 (Two in One)...)

In the early morning, the rooster crowed. Song Yao turned over in a daze with the warm quilt. He closed his eyes for two seconds before he suddenly remembered that he was home!

Everything was so familiar!

Familiar room, familiar buckwheat pillow, familiar quilt, and familiar rooster crowing... It sounded like a delicious big rooster!

Thinking of the chewy and delicious chicken, Song Yao couldn't help rolling in the quilt, smacking his lips for a long time before opening his eyes.

The child was happy: [005, good morning.]

005 felt that he was in a wonderful mood: [Host, good morning.]

Song Yao quickly put on his clothes in the quilt, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

As soon as he got out of the quilt, he couldn't help but "hiss".

Why does it feel much colder today than yesterday?

Song Yao resisted the urge to get back into the quilt, and ran outside skillfully following the sound of the bellows.

Seeing the thick white snow in the yard, he was stunned: "Wow!!"

There was no snow in the yard yesterday, but it snowed so thickly in just one night.

At this moment, there were already young soldiers in the yard shoveling snow spontaneously. Seeing Song Yao running out, they reminded him: "Student Song Yao, it's too cold outside, go back to the corridor."

Song Yao nodded obediently, and Tiantian called everyone over one by one before turning around and running to the kitchen: "Grandma, grandma! It's snowing so heavily, grandma... Hey? Grandpa?"

Grandpa Song was pulling the bellows with one hand and reading the woodworking book given by Song Yao with the other hand. When he heard his grandson calling, he looked up and smiled: "Your grandma went to class."

"Class?"

Song Yao was stunned: "Isn't it winter vacation now?"

They went home because of the winter vacation.

Facing his beloved grandson, Grandpa Song still talks more than before:

"This winter, the village raised money together to burn a big stove in the classroom, which is warmer than at home. Today the weather is too cold, and your grandma thought about it and decided to continue the school."

This matter is related to Song Yao. Originally, every household in Dashu Village was quite poor. It was the village party secretary who mobilized them to build a school, and with Xiang Taohua's foundation, they gritted their teeth and built it.

If we want to create a better environment for the children studying in the school, we will be short of money.

But Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong have made a fan!

It's not just the people in the county who make money by making fan parts. The people in Dashu Village are hardworking and willing to work. They are led by their fellow villagers to make money, so they work hard, which directly leads to everyone having money in their pockets.

With money and more money in hand, when the village party secretary and Grandma Song mobilized, the parents were very considerate, and they contributed a few dollars each, and successfully lit a big stove in the classroom.

Children are not cold-resistant. Now the classroom is warmer than home. The weather is cold, so it is easy to understand that school is starting.

At least Song Yao can understand it very well.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he could only wrap himself in a quilt in bed in winter. At that time, his family was afraid that he would be cold, so they didn't even let him get out of bed.

The students in the village can sit in a warm classroom in such a cold winter, learn difficult knowledge, and face strict and responsible teachers. What a happy thing!

005 obviously thinks so too, and sighs: [It's great, they are so happy, they can study during the holidays. ]

Song Yao repeatedly affirmed: "I'm so envious, everyone must be very happy to be able to study such a good thing during the holidays."

Grandpa Song: "..."

He doesn't know whether others are happy or not, but those students who have to continue to go to school during the winter vacation must not be very happy.

But it was useless for them to be unhappy. In such cold weather, staying at home was not as warm as going to school.

Even if there was no stove in the classroom, it was not very big. In such a cold day, many parents would probably want to get in to keep warm.

When Grandpa Song was sighing, Song Yao had already called all the friends up very quickly.

As for the military comrades, they were all very used to getting up early. When Song Yao was still sleeping, these young and strong guys were already doing simple exercises outside the yard.

After getting up, the friends who were called by Song Yao also shivered from the cold. They put on their clothes and lay on the window, looking at the military brothers who were exercising in the cold weather with longing faces.

Monday: "Judging from the snow melting on their feet, they have been exercising outside for more than 40 minutes."

Tuesday: "We will definitely become so powerful when we grow up."

Wang Hua: "Or let's go exercise now!"

Including Song Yao, the other children turned their heads silently and looked at him with the eyes of a big fool.

Wang Hua: "...I just said that."

Song Yao had already stuffed his hands into his sleeves: "It's so cold, how can we do research?"

Wang Duo asked weakly: "It's so cold, we still have to do research?"

How can the friends slack off as soon as they got home?

Song Yao stood up straight and waved his hands... but his hands didn't come out smoothly from the thick sleeves.

He didn't change his expression, and simply followed suit with his hands in his pockets, his eyes firm, and his speech impassioned:

"So what if it's cold! We are doing scientific research! We must have the spirit of scientific research! We must show the spirit of Zhongzhou who is not afraid of hardship and fatigue! We are the leading figures in the junior class of the University of Science and Technology!

Have you forgotten? We have done surveillance and farming! We have fought bandits and saved people, medical equipment, 360-degree tortoise-rotating transmitters! All of these are no problem! We have done so much, will we be defeated by a little cold? ! "

He straightened his chest and waist: "Of course not... A-choo! ! "

Song Yao was interrupted by the passionate speech, and he was stunned for a second, and tried to continue:

"See, a small sneeze did not defeat me at all... A-choo! A-choo! A-choo! ! "

Wang Hua: "Little boy, you are not sick..."

Song Yao sniffed and decided to set an example for his friends. He raised his chin very bravely:

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if I get sick, it still won't hinder my research. ”

As a person who will go to heaven in the future, he is very powerful.

Ten minutes later, the very powerful Song Yao was held in Yuan Jiang's arms, wrapped in a small quilt, with only his head exposed, and he was drinking medicine with difficulty, frowning.

After drinking it, the medicine bowl was taken away, and his fair little face was wrinkled with bitterness. A group of friends who were watching him made a "hiss" sound together, as if they had also drunk this bitter medicine.

Zhao Xiaodong, who had just come from Zhao's house, looked at the medicine bowl with lingering fear, and stretched out his hand seriously, imitating the adults to test the temperature of Song Yao's forehead:

"It's so hot, brother Yuan Jiang, do you want to take the youngest to the hospital for an injection?"

Song's father happened to come in with a handful of dry herbs. When he heard this, he replied: "We have to be exposed to the wind on the way to the hospital. The youngest used to get sick in winter. After boiling the medicine and drinking it, he will sweat and he will get better soon. "

Yuan Jiang skillfully stuffed a candy into Song Yao's mouth. Even though the child was in great spirits and didn't seem to be affected by the fever at all, and was still muttering about the bitterness of the medicine, he couldn't help but worry.

"It snowed all night last night, and the power was out in the village. Now there is no way to use electric blankets. Today we will build a stove to keep warm. You can go to the classroom to warm up during the day."

Not only the Song family needs to build a stove, but also the test site. After all, two-thirds of the soldiers sleep there at night, and it is much colder there than Dashu Village.

Song Yao was savoring the sweetness of the candy, and he immediately became energetic when he heard this: "Build a stove? I want to build one too!"

He felt that he could build a stove. He had helped build one in the cafeteria before when he was in the University of Science and Technology.

Song's father: "Little ancestor, don't toss around. It snowed outside again just now. Your tender little hands will be frozen if you stretch them out for a while."

"Be good, you will all go to school later. When you come back in the evening, the stove will be built. "

Song Yao suspected that his father was just trying to coax him. It was cold on a snowy day, but it wasn't that exaggerated.

But when he looked at Yuan Jiang with eager eyes, he got the same answer from him: "It's too cold outside, don't go out."

Zhao Xiaodong also actively shared with Song Yao how cold it was on the road when he came here:

"The riverside was frozen, and my face was hurt by the wind. If I didn't want to play with you guys so much, I would have turned around and gone back."

Shi Nan, who came with Zhao Xiaodong to play, also nodded: "Yes, yes, I can't stand it."

Song Yao was completely depressed.

Shi Nan has always been the one with the best physical fitness among them. If even she can't stand it, it's really bad.

He wondered: "It was cold yesterday, but it wasn't this cold. Why is it so cold all of a sudden? "

Professor Wang, who had been listening to them in silence, finally spoke: "Such heavy snow and such cold weather are definitely not limited to Xinghe County. If the home is not warm enough, it may freeze to death.

Just wait and see. The county will definitely send someone down today. I will ask them then."

Professor Wang is indeed an experienced intellectual. His guess was quite correct. In the afternoon, when Song Yao and his group of children were playing together in the warm classroom of the school, someone from the county really came.

The county magistrate came in person, and this time he did not bring his secretary with him.

He came to the school to take a look at Song Yao and his group. Seeing that the children were fine, he was relieved. He shamelessly asked for a chair, sat down and drank hot water while saying:

"I received news this morning that the temperature has dropped across the country and is expected to continue for a long time. Now many places in our Xinghe County have lost power and connections. The county government can only send people out to notify people to take precautions against the cold one by one, and also to count the disaster situation. Your brother Xiao Zhang has gone to notify other places. "

Song Yao was well protected by the adults, especially Yuan Jiang, who wanted to carry him wherever he went.

As a soldier with excellent physical fitness, Yuan Jiang's body temperature was still very warm. After staying in the warm embrace for so long and drinking medicine, Song Yao's fever had completely disappeared. At this moment, he asked the county magistrate with curiosity:

"How long has the temperature dropped? How could there be a disaster?"

The county magistrate touched the child's head and slapped his hand away in dissatisfaction, but he didn't care: "Yesterday's snow was a whole night. If there was a house that was not very solid, it might collapse."

Song Yao was shocked: "Was it crushed by the snow? !"

His impression of snow was only snowmen and snowball fights, but he never thought that such white, beautiful and fun snow would be so scary one day.

The county magistrate: "No, you think I'm scaring you, this has happened before."

Grandma Song also said worriedly: "In the past, people froze to death every winter. This year, I originally said that with electric blankets, every household's life would be a little better. Oh, what a thief."

The last time Song Yao heard his grandma scold God was during the mountain fire, but now he is nine years old and is no longer the eight-year-old kid who didn't understand anything.

The child also looked serious: "What should we do? Are we going to build a house? I can also lay bricks."

Although he has only built stoves for the canteen, he has 005. 005 must have taken courses in house building.

005 was asked by Song Yao and immediately replied: [Yes, host, I have all kinds of house courses! 】

Song Yao felt confident and her expression became more determined.

But the county magistrate only patted his small shoulder: "If there is a snow disaster, it will not be as simple as repairing a house. It is enough that you have this heart. Okay, no more, I will go to the next village to inform."

Originally, he, the county magistrate, didn't have to come in person for this kind of thing, but firstly, the county government didn't have enough manpower, secondly, the county magistrate himself had a restless temper, and thirdly, he was naturally worried about Song Yao and the others.

Although he knew yesterday that there were many people protecting these children, he knew very well the importance of Song Yao and the others.

Even though many of their research and development have not been spread to the outside world, the county magistrate can guess a thing or two just by seeing that the country has sent so many people to protect them. How can he rest assured if he doesn't see with his own eyes whether they are healthy.

Song Yao and the others were lucky enough to come back before the temperature dropped. If they were really stuck on the way, there was no telling what would happen.

After finally stuffing a candy into the hands of a group of little kids, the county magistrate left in a hurry, and Song's father was with him, because the next village notified was Liuye Village.

Song Yao lay on the classroom window, feeling a little uncomfortable as she watched her father and the county magistrate slowly walk away.

He turned to ask Yuan Jiang: "Brother Yuan Jiang, what does a snowstorm look like?"

Yuan Jiang thought for a while and replied: "It depends on the scope of the snow disaster. Don't worry. If there is a snow disaster, the People's Liberation Army will go to rescue people and fight the disaster."

Song Yao was still not happy.

He tried hard to search in his mind for any way to help. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anything, so he asked his friends to think about it together.

At the beginning, everyone was quite enthusiastic.

Plans and projects were proposed one after another, but were killed one by one due to various reasons.

By dark, everyone was exhausted.

Song Yao yawned while working hard to write and draw on the paper.

Zhou Zhou was lying on the table tiredly. Seeing that Song Yaokong could hardly open his eyes and was still working hard, he couldn't help but persuade him:

"Yao'er, if it's a flood or something, we can still help, make boats and life jackets, but this is a snow disaster, and we can't stop it from snowing."

Song Yao yawned: "Then let's start in another direction! Have you forgotten what the teacher said? Technology can change everything."

The children don't quite understand why Song Yao is so insistent. The adults have obviously said that the country will solve this matter. They can't even get out. They don't have any ideas now. They can rest assured and wait until the adults can handle it. OK?

Zhao Xiaodong came over: "Yao'er, don't worry. Didn't brother Yuan Jiang say that if something happens, the People's Liberation Army will be dispatched? Snow disasters should be like wildfires and floods. Once the People's Liberation Army arrives, they will be defeated immediately. !”

"The same goes for wildfires. We didn't even react, and the wildfires were extinguished."

Song Yao put down his pen, with a little worry in his eyebrows, and said: "During the wildfires, I didn't find that the People's Liberation Army's way to solve the problem was to go to dangerous places by themselves, but now I know."

"The People's Liberation Army is also a human being. Brother Lu Ju and the others are the People's Liberation Army. They will be injured and bleed when they are in danger. I thought, if we can help a little bit, wouldn't they be able to reduce their burden a little bit? "

"I don't want the People's Liberation Army to get hurt. They must be afraid of pain just like us."

Zhao Xiaodong was stunned.

Even Yuan Jiang was stunned for a few seconds, then his eyes softened and he patted Song Yao on the shoulder.

This kid has really grown up.

Even Lu Ju, who was standing at the door, was surprised and turned around somewhat moved.

It's so thoughtful for a child under ten years old to say something like this.

He was so moved that he opened his mouth to praise.

Then listen to Song Yao’s example to prove:

"Brother Lu Ju fell on his butt when he was going up the mountain yesterday. It must be very painful."

As he spoke, he stretched out his short hand to protect his butt with a lingering fear on his face.

"I saw that Brother Lu Ju was in pain, so he secretly rubbed his butt for a long time."

The children's eyes subconsciously moved to Lu Ju...'s butt.

Lu Ju secretly rubbed his butt for a long time and still got poked: "..."

He silently closed his mouth.

Baidu.Search, the fastest to follow, the fastest to update.