The passengers on the bus were full of anticipation.

Some came to see the lanterns, some came to see the youngest village director in history, and some were purely curious to come to the countryside to experience it.

"Oops, my ass, Kong Zhishu, how long is it, it hurts my ass!" The dimensional girl in the car said in a loud voice.

"It's fast, it's fast, there's still a few minutes, the road is still being repaired, and everyone is suffering!" Confucius soothed the emotions of tourists.

A few people's faces became unhappy, and their hearts were in response, as if they felt that it was a wrong decision to come all the way.

"Yo, I've seen someone!" exclaimed the visitor sitting at the front.

"Where, where? really?" the passengers in the back pushed open the windows and looked ahead.

"Wow, they're wearing beautiful clothes!" The depressed mood just now disappeared all at once.

Kong Zhishu said to the driver: "Master, go a little further and drive the car directly into the square!"

The driver hadn't been here for a long time, and he didn't know that the village had built a square and was going to park in the old place at the head of the village.

The tourists had gone crazy and leaned on the windows of their cars and stretched out half-legged.

"Stay safe, everyone, sit well!" Kong Zhishu said worriedly.

Zhang Hao and Zhang Guihua were waiting under the old silver tree in the center of the square, and when they saw the first minibus drive in, they waved their hands.

The villagers lined the main road and the trail sang.

There is no need to conduct at all, and the beat is the same.

The song is beautiful and clear, like the flowing water of the mountains, floating in the valley for a long time, echoing in the echo.

"Nice, nice!"

The minibus stopped, and as soon as the door opened, the energetic girl rushed down, took her mobile phone and began to show the video.

The cars behind drove into the square one after another.

"Director Zhang really didn't lie, he could really stop the plane!"

The tourists all got off the bus.

Wow!

The air is fresh and refreshing, and it feels completely different from the city.

Tourists close their eyes to breathe in the fresh air and listen to melodious old folk songs.

In my mind, the whole earth revolves around me.

It's an amazing feeling.

Someone noticed the old tree in the center and went up to take a group photo.

Reached out and touched it.

After singing the song, Zhang Guihua took the small trumpet and greeted and shouted: "Friends from afar......

The tourists began to gather and listen quietly.

"I am your tour guide today, and I will explain the process of today's event to all of you.

First of all, I will take you to feel the local folk customs, and then browse the idyllic scenery in the mountains.

There will be some interesting activities in the afternoon, and in the evening we will come back here to gather for a feast of singing and dancing, eating roasted whole sheep and enjoying the paper-cut lanterns!"

"Roast whole sheep, good things, my saliva is going to flow out!"

A man asked, "What kind of sheep did you kill?" Is the roasted whole sheep in Mongolia and Xinjiang delicious?"

Zhang Hao took the small horn and said: "Wild black goat......"

The black goat is enough to prove the sincerity of Wanling Village, and the insiders are in the know, and they all showed expectant expressions.

However, the girls who came with them could no longer stop it, because the voice was too charming, and the face was too delicate.

rushed up and surrounded Zhang Hao.

"You're Director Zhang, aren't you?"

"Oops, that's so handsome!"

"Little brother, I want to sign it!"

"Director Zhang, look here, laugh at it, what's it!"

Zhang Guihua took a few steps back, reserved all the places, and watched Zhang Hao perform alone.

Having had similar experiences, Zhang Hao knows how to deal with them, and the easiest and most effective way is to satisfy them.

The number of people who came today is limited, and when the girls are done tossing, the matter will be over.

It was about the same as he expected, and it slowly dispersed after about ten minutes.

"Get up!"

At this time, the receiving team shouted.

Master Jin's suona sounded, and the sound of gongs and drums followed.

Yang Lao Wu entered the field of vision of tourists.

He took the initiative to invite and said: "Friends, today is my big day, there is a wedding banquet in front of my house, please go and eat with your face!"

"Husband, I'm going to take a look, I haven't seen anyone who carries a sedan chair to pick up a kiss!"

"I'm going to see the bride!"

The women began to be spoiled.

Show a keen interest in local traditional weddings.

Of course, the men said yes, even if they didn't, the women went back.

Come out to play, just to be in a good mood, what's the point of not watching it?

Zhang Guihua took back the small horn from the new and led the tourists to follow behind the pick-up team.

Wang Tong was clever, and as soon as the song that was originally good was sung, he began to be used for ancient poems.

Wang Tong thought about it, Uncle Zhang let himself read the poem as if it was read to the group of people who came, so he waited for them to come out of the square and then started to memorize, saving effort and better effect.

"Sit down, let's go!" Wang Tong greeted his little friend.

Watching the tourists walk up the trail, they immediately spoke.

"Hoe He!"

"Hoe Heri's mother, Han Daddy and the picture below......"

More than a dozen children have loud voices, and Mandarin has a playful rural atmosphere.

"Hahaha, look at those kids!" Tourists immediately turned their attention to the child.

The body was gray, the face was not cleaned, the smaller one still had snot, and it flowed out and exhaled again, and the little girl squatted with two pigtails and hugged her legs, and her face was red from the cold.

Wang Tong noticed that many people were watching them.

He raised his voice and raised his head and shouted: "Hoe Heri and his mother's ......"

Visitors finally heard what he was reading.

Hahaha~

Everyone laughed, "These kids are laughing at me!"

"It's so cute!"

They took out their mobile phones to take pictures of them.

Among the tourists, there was no joy on the faces of those literary and artistic youths.

They see more deeply than others, and the appearance of the children reflects the current situation of uneven development of social education.

But the children's loud shouts showed their thirst for knowledge.

My heart was sour, and my eyes were slightly red.

Someone asked, "Director Zhang, is there no school in the village?"

In the blink of an eye, it was a long runny nose again.

Zhang Hao sighed scoundrelly and said, "To be honest, what I want to do most now is to repair the primary school in the village.

However, the education funds are limited, and I am powerless, so when I first came, children like them who were more than four years old had to walk two hours in the morning to study in the central school.

In winter, I have to get up before dawn, the cold wind blows on the painful face, and there are dry and cracked wounds, I feel pain in my heart!"

"Director Zhang, I understand how you feel in your heart!"

The local tyrants who followed spoke after listening, and pretending to be forced at this time is the highest level, because everyone will remember your goodness, and be praised and even praised by everyone.

"Director Zhang, there is still a lot of money left for the school, I want to fund you!"

"Count me in!"

The little beauty cried and snot: "It's not easy for the children, looking at their appearance, I feel distressed, and I want to donate money!"

Zhang Hao showed even more strength, "Thank you for your kindness, we work hard ourselves, and I believe that one day we will be able to build the school." ”