The Disaster Relief Association was located in the west of Zhaoxi City. However, it was different from what Gao Qi had imagined. This was an area that transitioned from hills to mountains. There were mountains, but most of them were not very high.
The mountains were continuous, and there was a large piece of flat land between the mountains. In front of the mountains was a large river. The flat land between the mountains could be used for farming. There was plenty of water, and it was also convenient for people to hide in the mountains and fight as guerrillas.
Professor Su had chosen a good place.
Gao Qi was enjoying the scenery that he could not see in the city. However, it was already early November, and it was very cold in the mountains. Most of the grandpa trees had fallen, and the weeds on the ground had withered. Therefore, the scenery was not very beautiful.
However, Gao Qi still looked at it very seriously. The reason was funny because he had never seen a mountain before.
They had reached the end of the road. Professor Su would definitely not build the camp next to the main road. Therefore, after getting out of the car, they had to walk for a long time.
Gao Qi followed Muken all the way through the mountains.
Gao Qi could no longer keep up with Muken's footsteps. He was carrying a heavy suitcase. Moreover, he was not very physically strong. Walking more than ten miles in the mountains in one go was really tiring for him.
Looking at Gao Qi's appearance, Muken finally said, "Let me help you carry it."
Gao Qi shook his head and said, "What tree is this? Is it a persimmon? "
Gao Qi pointed to a big tree. There were red fruits hanging on the branches of the tree. After taking a look, Muken immediately said, "Yes, it's a persimmon."
"No one picks persimmons to eat?"
Muken spread his hands and said, "It's not that no one eats them. It's just that there are too many persimmons in the mountains. Chief Gao, this way."
Gao Qi still recognized persimmons, but he changed the topic because the things in the suitcase were too important. He did not want to give the suitcase to anyone else.
Finally, after turning around a small hill, Gao Qi saw a village.
This was a mountain village, but the houses were not dilapidated. They were all brick and cement houses built before the Cataclysm. Although no one had taken care of them for more than 20 years, and the village was full of trees and weeds, it was obvious that they had just been cleaned up. The trees that had to be cut down were piled up by the roadside, and there were piles of weeds, branches, and garbage everywhere.
There were two men standing at the entrance of the village with guns on their shoulders. When they saw Gao Qi, they only looked at him with vigilant eyes but did not leave their positions.
Looking at the terrain, this village shouldn't be very big. At most, there should be a dozen or so households, and the first house at the entrance of the village even had a complete door.
When he passed by the first house at the entrance of the village, Gao Qi raised his head and looked up. There were also two people standing on the roof, watching him with vigilant eyes.
At this time, Gao Qi heard the sound of reading.
As if his soul had been struck, the moment he heard the sound of reading, Gao Qi felt goosebumps all over his body.
In this wasteland after the apocalypse, the surviving children of the wastelands could finally read again.
"How many flowers have fallen …"
Gao Qi heard the familiar Tang poem. He didn't need Muken to lead the way anymore. Instead, he followed the sound and walked into a courtyard.
Smoke was coming out of the chimney, and the windows were intact. Gao Qi took a few quick steps forward. Then, he saw more than a dozen children through the window. There was also Professor Su standing in front of a wooden blackboard, writing with a piece of lime.
Gao Qi didn't push the door open to enter, nor did he knock on the window. He just stood outside the window and watched Professor Su teach more than 20 children.
The oldest children were in their teens, and the youngest was only four or five years old. However, they were all learning the same poem.
The few older children, regardless of gender, were all carrying guns on their backs.
"Read after me again, sleep in spring without knowing the dawn …"
It was so simple, so intimate, and so … beautiful.
The disaster relief association should have a lot of things waiting for Professor Su to deal with, but Professor Su was here teaching children. However, Gao Qi didn't find it strange at all. On the contrary, he felt that what Professor Su was doing was very good and important.
People who lived in an era of peace and prosperity would never imagine how happy and important it was to be able to receive an education.
The wasteland really couldn't accommodate a desk for the wastelands.
There were classrooms here, and children were reading. Then, this wasn't a wasteland, but a place full of hope.
So, what was Professor Su doing?
Professor Su wasn't just imparting knowledge. He was bringing hope to the people here.
Gao Qi kept watching. Lao Niu stood beside him and watched. Then, at some point, Lao Niu's face was covered in tears.
It was early winter in November. It was very cold in the mountains.
However, Gao Qi stood outside the classroom and watched Professor Su's 40-minute class through the window.
Lao Niu was the same.
Finally, Professor Su looked at his watch and said loudly, "Okay, today's class ends here. Class dismissed."
"Stand up."
A child with a gun on his back stood up and shouted loudly. After all the children stood up, they said loudly together, "Goodbye, Professor."
Professor Su nodded. "Goodbye, students."
Professor Su finally opened the classroom door. Then, he said to Gao Qi, "You must have been waiting for a long time."
"No, I feel like I'm back in your class. However, you didn't have so many students before."
Professor Su smiled. He was very pleased and happy.
The students came out. A few children ran out and began to play in the courtyard. A few older children looked at Gao Qi curiously at the door. Finally, a 14- or 15-year-old child said, "Professor Su, who is he?"
Professor Su said in a serious tone, "This is your senior."
"Hello, senior."
The children greeted Gao Qi together. They were not particularly reserved, nor were they very polite, but they all seemed very enthusiastic and happy.
Gao Qi was also very happy. He didn't know why.
Professor Su reached out to Lao Niu and smiled. "Lao Niu is also here. Welcome. Let's talk in my house. It's cold in the mountains. Drink some hot water to warm up."
Muken didn't follow. Gao Qi and Lao Niu followed Professor Su to his house. It was behind the school. The house wasn't big, and the decoration was very simple. It was also very cold.
Professor Su took out a match and lit a handful of hay. He stuffed the hay into a cast iron stove. When the fire was burning, he filled the stove with firewood. After putting an aluminum kettle filled with water on the stove, he smiled at Gao Qi. "It won't be cold soon. The water here is very good. It's a pity that I don't have tea for you. Now, tell me, why did you suddenly come to me? Did something happen?"
Gao Qi nodded. He put the box that he had painstakingly carried on the bed. After opening it, he pointed to two silver-white tubes in the box and said, "This is the genetic modification fluid for you."
Professor Su's smile disappeared instantly. Then he said in surprise, "Genetic modification fluid?"
Gao Qi nodded. Then he said in a deep voice, "I have to go. I'll be going to City One soon. Before I leave, I'll give you the genetic modification fluid because you need the protection of genetic warriors."
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