Around 1 p.m., it was the rush hour.

In front of the town's No. 1 Primary School, many students who came to school stopped outside the school gate and looked east together........

Two ox carts came slowly—

The strange thing is that there is a flag on the empty ox cart in front, and there are several little girls sitting on the ox cart behind the "Changtang Village Children's Pioneers", and the one in the middle is carrying a very large bamboo basket.........

When everyone was stretching their necks as if they were being formed, a string of clear and crisp sweet children's voices came:

"Little girl picking mushrooms

Carrying a large bamboo basket on his back

In the early morning, barefoot walked through the forests and hills

……..”

People are like bathing in the refreshing morning breeze and drinking sweet mountain springs, all intoxicated by the cheerful and jumping melody.......

Yang Chunhong sang very devotedly, her little head shook gently with the rhythm, and her handsome little face was a little naughty, which made everyone below drunk......

The other four little girls also clapped their little hands with the rhythm and shook their heads gently, just the right way to bring out the joyful atmosphere!

The elementary school students were drunk and followed the ox cart with stars in their eyes. Some unknown people in the distance also rushed over to follow the onlookers, and they couldn't stop following them!

.......

Huang Renxiang, the principal of a small school, suddenly felt that something was wrong in the office, and hurriedly looked at his watch, and said in surprise, "It's time for class, why didn't you ring the bell.......?"

He was the only one in the office, what was going on? He hurried out the door, and the school was empty...... Hit the evil spirit, did you remember it wrong, today is Sunday? Aren't there still a lot of people just now?

There was a faint trace of sweet singing in the distance, Huang Renxiang didn't care about appreciation, and ran out of the school gate at a trot......

"Lao Zhang, what happened?" Huang Renxiang saw that the doorman Lao Zhang was looking at the crowd in the distance on the side of the road, and he was very angry at this kind of behavior of leaving his post without permission.

Lao Zhang looked back and saw that it was the principal, but at this moment he didn't have the usual awe, and there was still a happy expression on his face, "Principal, you better go and see it yourself......"

Huang Renxiang said fiercely in his heart, but Lao Zhang's expression had already relaxed his nervous heart, it would be good if it wasn't a student who had a car accident, and he didn't dare to hope that something good would fall from the sky these days......

When Huang Renxiang kept up with the crowd of black presses, Yang Chunhong had already sung twice, but she didn't feel tired at all, but the more she sang, the more excited she became, and the more she sang, the more she devoted:

"Who doesn't know the fragrance of mushrooms in this mountain

But she refused to taste it

…….”

Huang Renxiang was stupid, this fresh and bright style, unpretentious feelings, and smooth and beautiful melody deeply captured his heart, and he was really drunk and obsessed at the moment after being tortured by those model dramas for many years, and the whole person instinctively followed the song like a machine........

When the ox cart reached the White Pigeon Gate, it slowly turned to the left, and came to a stop in front of the two shops at the opposite street corner, and the soldiers behind quickly formed two columns on the sidewalk. The little girls in the car also got down and lined up, and the girl with the big bamboo basket on her back began to sing again:

"Who doesn't know the fragrance of mushrooms in this mountain

But she refused to taste it

.......

At this point, she turned the bamboo basket around, took out a handful of mushrooms from it, gestured to the general, and then handed it to the old man in the store, who put the mushrooms into a large basket, and then took out a gross ticket and handed it to her twice. After she got the money, she sang happily:

"I look forward to the day when we will catch the market

Quickly carry it to the bazaar

Replace it with a small scythe

Plus a few lollipops

With that little friend

Share the happiness of labor

Thio-luo-luo

Thio-luo-luo

Thia Basket Basket Basket .......Basket

It was performed three times like this, a very cliché performance, but the surrounding audience watched it with relish, which is much more vivid and interesting than those model plays after all!

The little girls' performance was over, and it was Yang Fan's turn to lead the soldiers to start a queue drill on the road in front of the shop.

......

"One-two-one......"

"One-two... Three or four!"

"One, two, three... Four!"

"One... Two... Three... Four!"

......

Although it is simple, the uniform movements of more than a dozen people strongly stimulate people's eyes!

The kind of shouts that erupted in unison deeply shook people's hearts!

Huang Renxiang saw that these little boys all had a ruthless energy, and there was a momentum of moving forward bravely, it was incredible, how old a child is this?

The whole street of the White Pigeon Gate was surrounded by water, but fortunately there were very few motor vehicles at that time, and none of them came for half a day, otherwise it would be a big trouble.

Almost half of the attendees were small teachers and students........ Huang Renxiang, the principal, completely forgot that it was class time!

......

Huang Renxiang came to find Yang Futang that night, and after a bit of cold, he proposed to recruit those children in the village to enter a small school, Yang Futang was overjoyed, he was studying in a small school back then, and knew that the primary school of the town and the village committee were not at the same level at all!

I don't want this tempting proposal to be vetoed by Yang Fan, Yang Fan actually thinks very simply, it doesn't matter to him where he studies, what he needs most at present is "freedom", of course, it is more free to study in the primary school of the village committee, mainly to the teachers in the primary school "know the roots", and know how to "prescribe the right medicine" when the time comes!