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In recent years, the village's primary school has been closed, leading to a large number of young people from the village buying houses in the city.

There are fewer and fewer young people in this village.

Soon, the five- or six-year-old boy was taken down by someone else.

"Come here and let Uncle give you a hug!"

Zhang Ze hugged the child tightly, noticing how much the child's face resembled his father's.

Zhang Ze felt a sense of closeness!

Scenes of playing together with his father, Zhang Qiang, when he was about the same age as me, flashed through my mind.

Things have changed, and so many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The two childhood playmates who used to play naked in the mud together are now drifting further and further apart.

He took a piece of chocolate out of his pocket and handed it to the child.

The other person accepted it somewhat timidly, saying, "Thank you, Uncle!"

Where did your dad go? Is he home?

"My dad went to Xinjiang; he only comes back once a year, during the Chinese New Year!"

At that moment, an ordinary-looking woman stepped out from the crowd.

"You brat, you've caused me trouble again! I'll spank you when we get home!"

The woman said something to her son, then smiled and said to Zhang Ze, "Thank you, Aze. If you hadn't seen me fall from the roof, I wouldn't be alive today."

The other person was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, but due to long-term farm work, his skin was somewhat dark, and his clothes were very ordinary.

But his features were still quite regular, and you could tell that his skin used to be very fair, but it had become rough due to years of hard work.

"Sister-in-law, you're too kind! The little guy is very well-behaved; you mustn't hit him when we get home!"

Zhang Ze handed the child to her and said a kind word on the child's behalf.

Having grown up in the countryside, he knew that the little guy was probably in for a beating tonight.

There are three things that parents in the village consider taboo for their children: electricity and climbing on the roof.

Going to the river to bathe or playing with fire and burning a frog is the least of your worries.

"Mommy, this little boy is so cute! Can I play with him?"

The children saw that Zhang Zheli was fair-skinned and cute, and asked if they could play with him.

The woman quickly refused her son's request.

"Why don't we let the little guy stay and play for a while? There aren't any other kids at home to play with him!" Zhang Ze suggested.

Upon hearing that he could play with his little brother, the little guy happily jumped off his mother's lap.

Zhang Zheli had few friends in the city, so he was very happy to play with the other person.

After playing on the street for a while, Zhang Ze took his son home.

Watching the two children say goodbye to each other,

He thought this might be the only time these two children would ever cross paths in their lives!

Back home, Zhang Ze reminisced with his parents.

During dinner, Zhang Ze said to his parents, "Mom and Dad, I plan to sponsor a school in the village and hire good teachers to teach there."

Mr. Zhang was somewhat puzzled, "Why did you suddenly decide to build a school? The village school has been closed for five or six years."

"It's because the school is gone that everyone has to buy houses in the city for their children. Not only are there no people in the village, but they also have to empty their savings to become mortgage slaves."

"If the village had good schools and jobs where they could earn money at home, they wouldn't have to leave their families to work elsewhere!"

"Yes, that makes sense! In recent years, only elderly people are left in the village; you can hardly see any young people!"

"Go ahead and do it if you want! We support you!" Mr. Zhang nodded earnestly.

The next day, Zhang Ze went to the village chief to discuss the feasibility of this matter.

Faced with such a good opportunity, the village chief naturally wouldn't refuse, slapping his thigh and praising Zhang Ze.

That morning, he went to the town to report the situation to his superiors.

When they returned, they said the higher-ups would look into it.

The investigation lasted three days, and ultimately his request to fund the construction of a primary school was approved.

Of course, Zhang Ze's donation to build a school in the village was not something he could simply do by casually handing over a million or two to the village.

Zhang Ze planned to take this matter seriously, as a way of making a contribution to the family.

This school is a joint venture between Zhang Zehui's educational company in the city and the village.

The village provides the land, and Zhang Ze's trading company is responsible for the operation.

He will hire excellent teachers at high salaries to teach at the school, from kindergarten to primary school, making it comparable to the expensive private schools in the city.

Zhang Ze sponsors the tuition fees for these children from kindergarten to primary school, and the school will also connect with the two best middle schools in the city.

The only requirement to get into this primary school is to have a household registration in Zhangjia Village.

The entire Zhangjia Village has nearly two thousand people, eighty percent of whom are surnamed Zhang and belong to the same clan as Zhang Ze.

However, as the family has continued from the Ming Dynasty to the present day, the relationships between the various branches and clans have become weak.

Although there are ancestral halls in the village, the concept of family is not as deeply ingrained in the north as it is in the south.

When he was a child, the village had a maximum population of only about forty children per grade; now, it would be a blessing if a class could recruit 25 students.

With an annual income of around two million, there is no pressure on his current net worth.

They donate no less than ten million yuan a year to disaster relief efforts, so why don't they make their own hometown a better place?

This is the school area; in addition, the village allocated him a piece of land on the outskirts so he could build a factory.

In the future, young people in the village will be able to work right at their doorstep.

The news spread quickly throughout the village!

The whole Zhangjia Village was like it was Chinese New Year. The villagers stopped working in the fields, and people who had gone out to work returned home.

Everyone is trying to verify the truth of this matter.

Several nearby villages heard about this and all of them showed expressions of envy.

I just regret that no big star has ever appeared in my village!

Some resourceful people have already started working on transferring their children's household registration to Zhangjia Village.

This news had a significant impact on the girls in Zhangjia Village.

Within a week, the slogan "The girls of Zhangjia Village will never marry outside the village again" was circulating.

Similarly, the boys in Zhangjia Village also felt more confident when going on blind dates.

Zhang Ze is now quite famous in the city, let alone in a county.

When the Education Bureau learned of this, it readily gave all the green lights.

In less than a week, several construction machines were parked in front of the old site of Zhangjiacun Primary School, ready to be demolished.

While Zhang Ze was busy with these village affairs,

Zeng Lai was having a happy trip with his other wives.

The entire program took twelve days to record.

As they left, all four of them shed tears of reluctance.

……

"Grey Baby, come here!"

Zhang Ze squatted on the ground, calling to a gray East German Shepherd.

The sheepdog lay down next to Grandma Zhang Ze, glanced at him, stuck out its tongue, and ignored him.

"You ungrateful little thing, I was the one who bought you in the first place!" he complained somewhat resentfully.

Four years have passed, and Grey has grown from a tiny little dog into a big dog.

He is about 60 centimeters tall at the shoulder and weighs at least 40 kilograms.