He was bruised and swollen. He dragged a pair of shoes on the road, then walked along the path and walked into the small path.

Xiaofu panicked: "Ah, brother, who beats you!"

Laicai shook his head.

"I fell down with something myself."

Xiaofu felt very distressed and hurried into the house to get medicine.

Zhao Yuanle was standing by and frowned.

"Is it okay?"

Laicai sighed.

"I'm so unlucky. The guards caught the smuggled ones. I bumped into it and threw it. It took me a night to rest.

Forget it, I won’t go there this year. I’m still a little thin. In another year, I’ll go there after I’m getting better.”

Zhao Yuanle: "Uh..."

She was originally not very guilty about her smuggling brothers, but suddenly felt guilty.

Xiao Fu pulled his brother back to apply medicine with pain.

Zhao Yuanle leaned over to comfort her.

"Are you okay?"

Lai Cai grinned: "It's okay."

Zhao Yuanle: "Have they lost money?"

Lai Cai shook his head: "No."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's outrageous!"

Laicai smiled helplessly.

"There's no way, I'm a defender. Besides, it's not intentional. I'm not seriously injured, forget it."

Zhao Yuanle sighed.

"Okay, I'll give you a red envelope."

As he said that, Zhao Yuanle returned home and quickly gave it to Laicai.

Laicai didn't want it, but was suppressed by Zhao Yuanle's amazing wrist power and could only take it down.

After giving the red envelopes, Zhao Yuanle returned home and started to work on giving bonuses.

Two days later, Zhao Yuanle packed all the bonuses he gave to everyone, found a day, gathered everyone, and handed out the bonuses, and the workshop was officially suspended.

The workshop was suspended, and Zhao Yuanle found his youngest one afternoon.

My youngest was reading a book. When he saw Zhao Yuanle coming, he gave up a seat for Zhao Yuanle and called out Sister.

Zhao Yuanle: "I think it's time to have winter vacation."

Younger: "Winter vacation?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's just that when it's too cold, you can take a holiday. Look at the shed. Although there are some blocking around now, there are still air leaks everywhere, and it's no longer suitable for learning."

The youngest man looked confused.

"The ancient book says that the head is hanging from the beam and the cone is pierced. What is this coldness? Shouldn't you grit your teeth and persevere?"

Zhao Yuanle asked back.

"You mean, can you endure this hardship and continue to attend classes in the middle of winter?"

The young man nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, I can."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then have you asked other people's opinions, such as Mr. Chen's or uncle's? Are they willing?"

Yaoer: "If they are willing, won't they take winter vacation?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanle coughed twice.

"Not that, I have decided to have winter vacation."

The youngest pouted his mouth.

"But I don't think it's necessary."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then you should take a closer look at your students when you are in class tomorrow."

Yaoer: "See if they are studying hard?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "I'll let you see if they are cold or not."

Younger: "Ah?"

Zhao Yuanle didn't say anything more, turned around and went out to work on his own affairs again.

The next morning, Zhao Yuanle got up and waited at the door.

After the youngest man got up early, he carried his little schoolbag to the opposite side to prepare for class.

He waved to Zhao Yuanle as he left.

"Sister, I will definitely observe them today."

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

After the youngest son passed by, she followed him quietly.

At the beginning it was morning reading, and a bunch of children recited the book together, and the sound was really not good.

Old Man Wu, next door, walked over and took a sip of cigarette.

"The kids are so energetic and energetic."

The youngest man came down from the platform above and walked around to observe these people.

This observation really found something wrong for him.

He stopped beside a runny boy and couldn't help asking: "Liu Bistu, why have you been stepping on your own feet, sometimes this foot, sometimes that foot."

The sound of reading came to an abrupt end, and then the children burst into laughter and looked at Liu Bishu.

Liu Bifu's face turned red, and he stretched out his hand embarrassedly, and wiped off his snot horizontally with the back of his hand.

"I, I have frostbite and itchy feet."

The youngest man was a little stunned for a moment.

"frostbite?"

Liu Bistu nodded: "Yes, I haven't grown in previous years. I have grown two feet this year. It's too itchy and I can't pick it up. If I have to step on it, it won't be so itchy."

Younger: "You haven't been in previous years, why did you grow this year?"

Liu Bistu thought for a while and said, "Maybe because this winter, I often sit here, don't run around, jump around."

My little one felt the temperature here, but he really didn't understand.

"So cold?"

Liu Bistu nodded and shook his head again.

"Actually, it's not that cold, but I've been sitting on the bench and not moving, and my feet will get cold. If I get cold for a long time, I'll get frostbite."

The youngest son looks at his feet.

“Because I’m walking around, it’s not long?”

Zhao Yuanle walked out from behind and said, "Because your shoes are very warm, they don't grow long."

The youngest man hurriedly called out to his sister, and the children around him immediately held their breath and concentrated.

Zhao Yuanle looked at Yaoer's shoes.

"Look at your new cotton shoes, how thick the soles are, how much windproof the upper is, how much cotton is filled with it?

And your insoles are thick and the socks are also velvet."

The young man lowered his head, couldn't help but move his toes, and then looked at the shoes of the people around him, thinking about something.

Zhao Yuanle: "But their shoes are fine as long as they don't leak air and have no holes. If they have cotton, they are good.

Their shoes are all made of cloth, and they are not as good as yours.

So their shoes do not block the wind. When they sit here, their feet will get cold when the wind blows, and their feet will get cold and frostbite."

The youngest frowned.

"That's it... are you really cold?"

There are a few particularly thin children, nodding carefully.

When my son looked carefully, he found that these clothes were also particularly thin.
To be continued...