"Director Zhang is thoughtful!"

"I'm in Pengjiang County, I'll rest for one night and come up tomorrow. ”

"Director Zhang, it takes night to watch the lights, is there any activity scheduled at night?"

"By the way, there is no place to park in the village, it is estimated that there are a lot of people here, and it will be troublesome if there is no place to park!"

Zhang Hao answered various questions from netizens unhurriedly.

"There was an event schedule in the evening. ”

"Yes, yes, let alone parking, the plane can be parked!"

Zhang Hao also specially pulled a group, named it Wanling Village.

The titles of netizens are all villagers, so that the city can experience the fun of being a villager!

chatted with netizens for a while.

I saw that the night was dark outside.

Zhang Hao turned on the switch of the lantern.

It's so beautiful!

At a glance, the lanterns of different colors are like colored stars floating in the sky, and they are very close to each other, and they are within reach.

The silent night is illuminated by lanterns, without any other variegated clashes.

There are only lights on, and people watching the lights, which is an artistic conception that is difficult to describe in words!

Zhang Guihua and Zhao Xiaoqian ran out, and the girl's plot suddenly came out of her bones.

Holding his hands and dragging his chin, he stared intently at the scene in front of him.

"It's beautiful!"

"It's romantic!"

The two of them were obsessed for a long time, standing stupidly in the dam outside.

For them, it was like a night they had never experienced.

Click!

Zhang Hao turned off the switch.

The back-to-back whispering scene that the two of them had depicted in their minds was gone all of a sudden.

"Zhang Hao!" The two spoke in unison, very angry.

"It's boring. ”

"Hmph, I'm going back, guy who doesn't understand amorous customs!"

Zhang Hao didn't figure out the situation, Zhang Guihua and Zhao Xiaoqian were unusually synchronized in tone and expression?

Do lanterns have such great magic?

No.

It's romance, it's the longing painting drawn in the hearts of the two!

Just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on the Qixi Magpie Bridge, the two held their hands, looked at each other lightly, and smiled from time to time!

The lanterns that have just floated in the night sky are like the magpie bridge of Tanabata!

Zhang Hao has more confidence in his heart.

Lying on the bed and chatting with netizens for a while.

I found out that the rich second generation, the creation of a large number of generations, of course, there are also some literary and artistic young people who escape from the hustle and bustle of the city to chase poetry and distant places.

Zhang Hao's focus is that they are very rich!

……

Woke up very early.

The villagers put on traditional national costumes to welcome the guests from afar.

Kong Zhishu pulled the welcome banner and went to the field before dawn, waiting on the field, responsible for bringing the tourists back to the village.

The village security team is always ready to deal with emergencies!

Zhang Guihua is in charge of the role of a tour guide today, introducing the local scenery and ethnic customs to the tourists.

Yang Lao Wu was very nervous at this time, and today was his big day.

The sedan chair carrying the daughter-in-law was placed in the square, and the villagers who helped put on their thick coats of joy.

Waiting for noon, the firecrackers went off.

Master Jin's suona and Huzi calf's gongs and drums led the way and carried He Hui back.

Yang Lao Wu was wearing a bright red Tang costume, very Chinese style, with a red hydrangea tied to his chest and a bag of bowls and hats on his head.

Wang Biao had already dragged a few wild goats that he bought back yesterday to the yard dam and was sprinkling water to sharpen his knives.

Zhang Hao has one more important thing at this time.

went to Wang Biao's house to find Wang Tong, and Wang Tong was full of energy early in the morning.

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang!" waved his hand from afar, shouting very affectionately.

"Wang Tong, do you know how to memorize ancient poems?"

"Uncle, are ancient poems a thing?" Wang Tong looked confused.

With Wang Biao, I read and played as much as I could, and I didn't remember anything in my head.

"Uncle taught you two sentences, you remember clearly, call all your friends later, go to the supermarket to sit and read, okay?" Zhang Hao asked.

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, I want to eat candy!"

"Okay, after reading it, I'll go to the supermarket to get it, and Uncle Zhang will give the money!"

"Can you take five?" Wang Tong said as he stretched out his hand to three, his thumb and little finger not extended.

"Hahaha, yes, you can eat as much as you want!"

"Uncle, then you can teach me quickly!"

Zhang Hao thought about teaching a simple song that could fit the current situation in the countryside, and finally thought of "Hoe He".

"Wang Tong, follow Uncle Nian!"

"Good!"

"Hoe He!" Zhang Hao began to teach.

"Hoe"

"Noon on hoe day!"

"He's a mother!"

Hahaha, Wang Biao couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Zhang Hao tried to correct it, and slowly pronounced: "Dang...... ...... noon!"

Wang Tong pursed his little lips and read along: "He...... Mother......!"

"Noon!"

"Mother!"

Zhang Hao gave up and taught the next sentence directly.

"The next sentence is sweat dropping into the soil!"

"Han Daddy and Xia Tu!"

Why did you conjure up two people? I can't care so much, it's going to be, it sounds like that.

Zhang Hao is not going to teach anymore, just remember two sentences.

"Wang Tong, you go to your little friends now, teach them these two sentences, and go to the supermarket to gather in a while!"

"Got it, Uncle Zhang!" After speaking, Wang Tong pulled his legs and ran away.

Zhang Hao asked Wang Biao: "Brother, are the shelves and carbon fire ready?"

"That's it!" Wang Biao said and rolled up his sleeves, squeaked, and suddenly, the short knife stabbed into the goat's neck.

"Baahe......"

With a miserable scream, the goat struggled twice, Wang Biao had great strength, and simply and rudely held it down, and after more than a minute, there was no movement.

……

After ten o'clock, two minibuses drove up, and they were all seated.

It was followed by a long convoy with no end in sight.

I heard that the roads in the village are difficult to walk, and they all drove cars with high ground and strong performance.

Wrangler, Hummer, Mercedes G...... Just looking at the sign makes you blind.

Before the bus stopped, the young girls sitting on it eagerly pushed open the window, poked their heads out, and shouted when they saw someone holding a welcome sign.

"Director Zhang, Director Zhang, we're here!"

"Don't shout, it's not Director Zhang!"

"Hey, it's really not like it, is it possible that Director Zhang's photo on the Internet has been p?

"Are you stupid? That's obviously a middle-aged man, Director Zhang is very young!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

A few girls chatted happily.

The minibus stopped, and Kong Zhishu stepped forward to introduce himself and greeted him.

Then follow the minibus back to the village.

The car behind followed, and the residents on the field widened their eyes.

The scene is too big, the formation is terrifying, and I have never seen it before.

"What are you going to do? It's all luxury cars!"

"It seems that I came to Wanling Village for a tour!"

"Oh oh oh, then it's not surprising, Wanling Village has produced talents. ”

The residents who gathered around to see the excitement were talking.

Kong Zhishu called Zhang Hao in the car.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"Okay, I got it!" Zhang Hao hung up the phone and immediately gathered the villagers to gather at the entrance of the village.

"Later, line up in two lines along the road, moisten your throat, let go and sing!" Zhang Hao instructed.

After instructing the villagers, he went to the door of the supermarket and said to Wang Tong and his more than ten friends: "After a while, after the uncles and aunts finish singing, you will start reading poems, do you know?"

"Got it!" A group of children replied in unison.