The two rested for a while, drank water, and then pushed the cart to continue to school.

The information provided by the land is all in remote mountainous areas where few people come. Their ancestors have been farming and working in the mountains for generations, and the farthest place they go is the nearby county town.

Likewise, girls here can never leave the mountains.

Live your life with your face facing the loess and your back turned to the sky.

There was only one teacher left at the school. He was in his fifties and taught general subjects. He was old and had bad legs and feet. It was dangerous to go up and down the mountain, so Xiao Tao and Zhang Yunyun refused his help.

The two of them carried supplies for a whole day, and they didn't stop until it got dark and the teacher cooked a meal and asked them to serve it.

A plate of fried cabbage and a plate of pickles. Zhang Yunyun used to take a look at the food, but now he ate it with gusto and ate three bowls of it with the pickles.

Ever since she came to the mountainous area, she couldn't care less about the turbulent thoughts in her mind. She had to calculate what time to get up every day, how much supplies she could transport, and how to deliver the supplies to those in need. In short, she was very busy.

After eating, Zhang Yunyun washed up hastily, said something to Xiao Tao, and went to bed.

After she fell into a deep sleep, Xiaotao turned off the light and quietly went down the mountain to bring up the last batch of supplies.

When the sun rose the next day, it was almost ten o'clock when Xiao Tao woke up Zhang Yunyun.

Zhang Yunyun washed up and distributed supplies happily. To her surprise, a little girl timidly pulled her sleeve, pointed at the sanitary napkin and asked: "Sister, what is this?"

Zhang Yunyun answered quickly, but was a little confused: "What do you usually use?"

"Strips of cloth." The other girl replied, "Strips of cloth made from unwanted old clothes."

Zhang Yunyun's expression was complicated, and the girls' eyes evaded and glanced left and right, as if they were worried that other male classmates would hear their conversation.

She leaned close to Zhang Yunyun's ear and whispered: "Sister, Xiaomei is here today. She has a stomachache, so she didn't come to school. Can I help her take it back?"

Zhang Yunyun and Xiao Tao looked at each other, and Xiao Tao said: "You will take us to find her after school. We will send her there in person. There are other girls who are not here, please tell us."

Some of the younger ones didn't seem to understand what they were talking about, but just said: "Xiaomei told me that she has been dirty in the past two days. Sister, if you don't bother me, I will take her there."

The girl who came to receive sanitary napkins opened her schoolbag directly, let the two of them put it in, then zipped it open and walked away with a blushing face.

Zhang Yunyun suddenly realized that something was wrong. These girls had no physiological knowledge.

Xiao Tao said directly: "Let's go to the classroom."

They borrowed a classroom, Xiaotao closed the door, and Zhang Yunyun began to educate them about menstrual periods and hygiene, and demonstrated by taking apart sanitary napkins on the spot, and then told them, "It's not dirty, it's not bad luck, it's not unlucky, there's no need to feel inferior because of it."

Her magnanimity broke the originally tense and shy atmosphere in the classroom. Those girls who were originally confused seemed to have seen a lighthouse in the dark night and finally found the bright answer.

Zhang Yunyun's words will never be forgotten by them.

Most of the girls were still blushing, but they answered the younger girls' questions in a low voice, and there was more discussion in the classroom.

It was originally a good thing, but Zhang Yunyun's heart sank.

In the afternoon, they found Xiaomei washing clothes in the yard.

Xiao Tao stepped forward and handed her a bag of items. Xiao Mei quickly thanked her. After discovering the sanitary napkins in the bag, she was obviously flattered and didn't know what to say. Finally, her eyes slowly turned red.

Zhang Yunyun asked softly: "Do you know how to use it?"

Xiaomei nodded, and Zhang Yunyun said again in a warm voice what he had said to everyone in the classroom before. Xiaomei was stunned, almost suspecting that she heard it wrong, but Zhang Yunyun's eyes were full of seriousness.

Xiaomei wiped her face and said: "Thank you."

Grandma Xiaomei probably realized that the two of them were here for charity. She rummaged through the bag and glanced at their empty hands. She frowned and said, "Don't give away things like this again. When people do charity, they give away stationery and clothes, so why not

Like you are fooling people with these things.”

Zhang Yunyun wanted to reply, but suddenly she saw Xiaomei blushing and lowering her head. She was so embarrassed that she immediately stopped what she wanted to say.

The old lady said something and then walked away. Xiaomei murmured an apology. The bag in her hand was extremely hot and burned her palms.

In the bag were underwear, enough sanitary napkins for a year, and some personal items, all must-have items for girls.

Zhang Yunyun and Xiao Tao have already traveled to a mountain village. The first time they were careless, they just gave them away and it was done. Now that I think about it, I don't know if those items have reached the hands of those girls.

Xiaotao ruffled Xiaomei's hair, "No need to apologize."

The two of them walked back to school again, and Zhang Yunyun felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The steep mountain road, backward education, and ignorant thoughts left her with no idea of ​​​​arguing.

She wanted them to leave the mountains and set up schools, but the mountainous areas were too poor. Teachers might be able to persist for one or two years, but ten or twenty years. Zhang Yunyun asked herself, if she were a teacher who came to support teaching, she would not be able to stay.

Zhang Yunyun said: "What we do is a drop in the bucket."

She suddenly felt that what she was doing was of no use at all. She could help for a while but not for a lifetime.

"I don't think so." Xiao Tao smiled, "If you teach them to correctly understand menstrual periods and popularize health knowledge, many girls will have changed, and they will start to learn to love themselves.

Let's do our best now and do our best, and things will get better gradually."

Zhang Yunyun's cold heart gradually warmed up, and she said firmly: "You are right, but you and I alone are too weak. I want more people to join in voluntarily."

Zhang Yunyun's blood boiled all over her body when she thought of what she was going to do.

Originally it was just to treat a foot injury, and since she was bored and didn't know what to do, she just did charity work with Xiao Tao.

Zhang Yunyun went to the mountains with an attitude of experiencing life, but when she actually came to the mountains, she realized how small she was and how powerless she was in the face of those longing eyes. What made her even more uncomfortable was that she could not

Make any promises to them.

Therefore, Zhang Yunyun planned to record what she saw and then make it into a video and publish it.

The world is so big, there will always be like-minded people.

She wants to help them.

…

Buses parked at the entrance of the Taoist temple drove away, swaying and drowsing. Some candidates could not resist the sleepiness, held their swords in their chests and began to doze off.

Wu Zimiao sat next to Chu Hanxing, and the two talked in low voices. At this time, the mobile phone in Wu Zimiao's pocket rang.

Wu Zimiao answered the call, lowered his voice and spoke to the other party, giggling from time to time. He talked for about twenty minutes before hanging up.

Because she smiled happily, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy and sweetness.

Chu Hanxing's expression paused slightly, and Wu Zimiao said quietly: "Fellow Daoist Chu, are you in love?"
Chapter completed!