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"Brother, is the front here? I see smoke." Zhang Xin walked with a face of despair, but looking at the distance as if there were some smoke, her face suddenly excited.

"It's coming. It's smoke. The villagers are making breakfast." Wang Hao took a look and said.

"Great, it's here at last." Zhang Xin exclaimed excitedly.

It was not only her, but also Zhang's father, mother, and Nan. They had no rest on the way, and the mountain road was extremely difficult to walk. Sometimes, there was no road, so they could only climb the cliff like cliff.

The more they walked, the more they admired Wang Hao. After crossing a mountain, they finally saw a small mountain village. From a distance, it was clear that the water was flowing. The village was surrounded by farmland, surrounded by high mountains. At this time, many people were busy in the farmland, and a few yellow cattle were leisurely eating grass in the distance.

"Beautiful."

This combination of humanity and nature immediately made Zhang Xin sigh about the beautiful scenery here. There was a small waterfall flying down in the distance. Beside the pool formed under the waterfall, there were many women washing clothes.

Wang Hao looked at the four people who were attracted by the scenery and didn't make any noise. But at this moment, an excited middle-aged man's voice came.

"Here comes Mr. Wang. Here comes Mr. Wang."

Zhang Fu did not understand, because the other side is not speaking Mandarin, but dialect, which belongs to one of the many dialects in Gan City.

"Xiaohao, is this Hakka dialect? It's hard to understand. " Zhang Fu turned his head and asked Wang Hao.

"Yes, this is the more common Hakka dialect in southern Jiangxi." Wang Hao nodded. He was originally a Hakka. Every time he came from Ganshi, he heard Hakka dialect very cordially.

"Here comes Mr. Wang." Meanwhile, all the people who were busy working on the farmland were immediately excited, "Daniel, how are you to treat Mr. Wang? I'll inform the village head to

Without waiting for the bull to reply, he ran out of the farmland and walked towards the village.

"Mr. Wang, these are." Daniel looks at several people behind Wang Hao with some doubts.

"These are my parents and my brother. This is uncle Niu." Wang Hao introduced to both sides.

Zhang's father and mother, Zhang Xin and Zhang Nan's brothers and sisters are all alike. Although they don't understand the dialogue in Hakka dialect, there is a difference between the parents of Hakka dialect and Putonghua, but the difference is not big. That is to say, they have understood some of Wang Hao's introduction for the first time, but they may not have had the opportunity to introduce Wang Hao before.

Zhang's father and mother pressed down the excitement in his heart. Zhang's father said to Daniel, "hello."

Both Zhang's father and his mother were teachers, and both were university professors. Their book aroma was very strong. Their greetings and father Zhang's hand made Daniel not know what to do, so he quickly wiped his clothes.

"Miss Wang, I hope you will come." A quick voice came from the village. After the sound came out, several figures appeared.

"Let's go there. Don't let the old village head get upset." Wang Hao looked at several figures in the distance and said to others.

Zhang's father and his mother nodded and sighed to see Wang Hao chatting with the villagers. He looked like an adult. They didn't see a trace of the innocence of senior three students in Wang Hao.

Zhang Xin and Zhang Nan have stars in their eyes. They look at their brother Wang Hao with adoration, as if they can't solve anything they meet.

"Hello, village head, uncle Zhen." Wang Hao said hello.

Zhang's father is also talking to the man who is called Uncle Zhen by Wang Hao. Zhang's father finds that most of the villagers don't speak Mandarin, and Zhen Shu is one of the few people who can speak some Mandarin.

After talking to the village head, Wang Hao walked towards a small courtyard made of stones. At this time, he knew that all the children in the village had gone there and were already waiting for him. Because the journey was slow, he really delayed for a while.

Zhang's father also finished the conversation with Uncle Zhen, looking at Wang Hao with emotion in his eyes.

From Uncle Zhen's words, he could feel the deep respect for Wang Hao, and learned a very shocking news from his mouth. In one year, Wang Hao actually taught a number one scholar in Xijiang province. That year ago, he was called a miracle.

A student with average grades in the second year of senior high school, but after the third year of senior high school, the results have been improved by leaps and bounds. It took only two or three months to become the first in the whole school from a poor student who dropped the rear of the car. Then the score was out of control. The last six months of the college entrance examination kept the first place for a long time, and there was a great gap between the second and the second.

As for why Zhang's father is so clear, he once lamented that this student was a complete counter attack. He paid special attention to it. In his impression, he still had an interview with the champion last year.

I remember that the number one scholar once said that the person he most appreciated was a noble person, a teacher, and a teacher younger than him. When Zhang's father saw it, he also sighed that the world was declining. Now, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, he would make news stunts.He didn't pay too much attention to the latter things. It seems that the media had visited the school, and finally failed to find the teacher in the mouth of the provincial champion, and finally it was over.

But he didn't think of it. He heard the news of the champion again. What the champion said seemed to be true, and the teacher of the champion was actually his son, which made him feel incredible.

But looking at the simple face of Uncle Zhen and the expression of his son's excitement and pride, he felt inexplicably some letters in his heart.

"My brother's lecture is very good." Zhang Xin listened attentively.

In the stone courtyard, there is a thatched hut with four walls. The thatched house is covered with a thick layer of oil paper to block the rain. However, the four of Zhang's father didn't go in because it was full of children.

"Xiao Hao's achievements have moisture." Zhang's father listened to Wang Hao's explanation of mathematics. The simple explanation made him unconsciously put it in. While he looked at the students in the thatched cottage, they were of different ages. However, no one was distracted and all were listening attentively.

Some of them are only five or six years old. Although their expressions sometimes show confusion, they listen carefully and take notes all the time.

"You just have water, I tell you, Xiao Hao is so sensible, certainly won't cheat." Zhang's mother glared at his father as if she had blown hair. Her voice was very low, for fear of disturbing Wang Hao's teaching.