Chapter 59 (Chapter 59 (Updated)...)

Song Yao felt that Teacher He was obviously a celebrity in the neighborhood. After hearing that she was back, these people who came to see her actually came in batches.

As soon as one batch left, another batch came.

The He family entertained three or four batches of people. No one came to watch until lunchtime.

After all, if they came at noon, it would be like eating for free.

Anyone who has a bit of dignity would not do such a thing.

After the last batch of people left, Song Yao, who had been pulled by these adults to talk, was still a little reluctant.

Although he was also very popular in Xinghe County, he grew up there after all, and everyone knew what he was like. Even if they chatted, they couldn't talk for long.

But the neighbors of Teacher He's family were different. Even if Song Yao told them about his research experience, they could still listen with relish even if they didn't understand.

So when they knew that it was time to eat, no one would come, and the children were still a little reluctant to leave.

He said to Teacher He with regret: "Teacher, you are really popular in Lecheng, but it's a pity that we have to go back before school starts, otherwise I really want to stay here and chat with them."

Teacher He: "...It's not that I'm popular, they all come to see you."

It's true that the first batch of people who came came to see her, but since the news that "the students brought back by He's Wenwen have been commended by the country" spread, the next few groups came to see Song Yao.

At first, Teacher He was worried that Song Yao couldn't handle so many people.

It turned out that she was overthinking.

Song Yao sat in the middle of the crowd and was not afraid at all. He sang the same tune with his father and perfectly mastered the rhythm of the whole chat process.

There was also Zhao Xiaodong next to him who would occasionally interject. Many people originally came to inquire about gossip, but when they left, they didn't hear much about Song Yao and his friends, but they talked a lot about their own family.

No, they also knew some things about Song Yao.

For example, how he was praised by the whole family, including the whole village, and how he was praised by the whole county when he arrived in the county.

How did the county magistrate praise him? How did a state cadre named Liu praise him when the state came to commend him?

Even the yellow dog raised by Grandma Zheng in Xiaoshu Village next door was much closer to him than to others, and Song Yao could brag about his invincible good relationship with people and dogs.

When the last neighbor left, his face was dazed.

Before leaving, he said to He's mother: "This child is really worthy of being commended by the state. He even talks more than others."

He's mother didn't know how "national commendation" and "talking more" were linked together, but she was still very happy.

Today, their family has become a big hit.

Originally, any little thing here would spread everywhere, and now the whole street must know that the students taught by her daughter have been commended by the state.

Of course, there is no substantive thing.

But it's glorious!

Didn't you see so many neighbors lining up to watch?

He's mother straightened her back a little.

No other reason, just feeling proud.

Many people had said in private that her daughter was divorced and went to work as a teacher in a small mountain village. She must have lived a miserable life.

How outstanding Ho Kwan-man was before, how much more people sigh now.

Now it’s good, everyone knows it.

Even if her daughter was divorced and did not go to college but became a teacher, she was still outstanding.

And all of this was brought by Song Yao and his friends.

Mother Ho’s eyebrows were full of smiles, and she found money from the house and stuffed it into her daughter-in-law:

“Go buy some mutton. I’ve heard my youngest son talk about the mutton soup at the train station several times. Let’s have mutton for lunch.”

Sister-in-law Ho was also a foodie. She immediately took the money happily and said, and went out to buy mutton.

She was thinking about buying a few more bones with meat to make bone soup to moisten Song Yao and Song’s father’s throats. They talked a lot this morning.

Her chats with colleagues at work were not so interesting.

Song Yao happily chatted with some adults for a whole morning. At lunch, he ate the mutton he had been longing for, and drank the big bone soup. He was super happy.

He ate happily, and He's mother took out mung bean cakes from the house for them to eat.

Song Yao had never eaten mung bean cakes before, so he happily took it and smiled sweetly at her: "Thank you, grandma."

He's mother's heart softened when she heard such a sweet voice calling her grandma.

She almost smiled like a flower on her face:

"Just like it, eat slowly, I have more after you finish eating, and I will pack them all for you when you leave."

Song Yao nodded happily.

He thought that Teacher He's home was really fun.

So many people talked to him, and the teacher's family was so nice to him.

Just now, the teacher's brother gave him and Zhao Xiaodong a book each.

There was food and drink, and people to chat with, and there were so many books to read. Everyone smiled very beautifully when they saw him and kept praising him. The child was so happy that he didn't want to leave.

Song's father was almost the same.

He finally had a good chat today.

And although the people who came to chat were all older, after all, the younger ones were all at work today except for those working in state-owned units, but the reason why Song Dad was the beloved son of his parents before Song Yao was born was not just because he was the only child.

He could chat with young people, and he could chat even better with older elders.

There are many promising children in the alley where the He family lives. Just this morning, Song's father received promises from their mothers and grandmothers, such as "My son and grandson do this, I'll ask him to help you find out."

After a rich harvest, he was also treated warmly by the He family.

Even Song's father, who has always been thick-skinned, felt a little embarrassed.

He felt that his gifts were still too little.

But He's mother thought it was enough.

Mountain products are not valuable, but they are difficult to buy, and the price of honey can be said to be expensive. If it weren't for her daughter saying that they get along very well, He's mother would definitely not accept it.

After receiving such a good gift, they also helped her daughter "return home in glory", He's mother looked at them with affection.

He no longer called Song's father "Comrade Song", but used a more intimate name: "Xiao Song."

"It's a good thing that you want to study in a school that teaches people how to do business, but there are many scammers in this school, and you are from another place, it would be bad if you get scammed.

How about this, I know a professor of economics who used to teach college students. Although he doesn't do business himself, he is very good at teaching people. Many businessmen have visited him before. If you are free tomorrow, I will take you there to try."

Song's father was almost knocked out by this pie in the sky:

"This, is this too much trouble for you?"

Of course it's troublesome It would be troublesome, but He's mother was willing to ask for favors for him:

"What's the trouble? I'm just helping you to make connections. How much he is willing to teach you depends on your ability."

Since the bridge has been built in front of him, Song's father will naturally not refuse. He thanked him excitedly:

"Thank you so much. I thought I was in the dark, but I didn't expect you to send a pillow when I was sleepy. I have to thank you very much."

Although He's mother wanted to make connections out of gratitude and congeniality, and didn't ask for rewards, it was one thing for her not to ask for rewards. She felt very comfortable in her heart that Song's father was so straightforward in his gratitude.

At that moment, she felt more and more that she had made the right decision, and waved her hand with a smile:

"I should thank you. Our Wenwen is alone in Xinghe, and it's all thanks to you to take care of her. Today, I still gave her face and praised her in front of so many villagers. I am really grateful to you."

Song's father didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

He felt that he didn't take good care of Teacher He. The whole village would send firewood and vegetables.

At most, he would hang around the other's house more often to make her feel at ease.

As for praising Teacher He today, he also put himself in his shoes.

Who doesn't want to show off their achievements and show themselves in front of the neighbors when they go home after being away from home?

He went to Huling County and showed off to the whole village when he returned.

Teacher He was shy and must be embarrassed to brag. He had to chat anyway, so he helped her brag. It was no big deal.

So he was really surprised that Mother He was willing to use her favor to help him make connections.

Because when he did the above, he never thought about asking for a reward, so now he especially wanted to express his gratitude.

It happened that Mother He was also grateful, and the two of them thanked each other back and forth.

Teacher He tried to interrupt them, but the two people who were so moved ignored her.

The person involved, Mr. He: "..."

They thanked each other for a long time, and Song Yao, who was eating mung bean cake, pricked up his ears and didn't miss the plot.

He sat on the chair happily, swinging his short legs that couldn't reach the ground, and said to Zhao Xiaodong:

"They will definitely thank you for a long time, we can eat slowly."

Zhao Xiaodong was also used to this kind of scene, and nodded happily. The mung bean cake was so delicious that he wanted to taste it carefully.

The two children took a bite of the mung bean cake and looked at Song's father and He's mother, as if they were "cake dishes".

Yuan Jiang sat quietly beside them and reached out to help them wipe off the crumbs on their faces.

Song Yao looked up with bright eyes and smiled sweetly at Yuan Jiang.

The child generously handed over a piece of mung bean cake: "Brother Yuan Jiang, you eat it."

Yuan Jiang refused: "I'm full."

Just now, when Brother He heard that he was Teacher He's colleague, he specially picked up a large piece of meat for him.

Add to that the meat that He's wife gave her when she served the soup, and the vegetables that He's mother picked up, and Yuan Jiang, who always had a good appetite, felt a little full after eating.

He could clearly feel that he had grown a lot recently.

After all, since he was assigned to Song Yao's side to protect him, everyone around Song Yao was feeding this cute child.

Yuan Jiang, who had always been with him, also ate a lot.

He would do some exercise when he was free recently, so he barely kept his abdominal muscles.

The cold-hard soldier thought seriously, it seems that he has to increase his training.

If he keeps eating like this, his abdominal muscles will be eaten up sooner or later.

Song Yao didn't know Yuan Jiang's psychological activities, and nodded when he heard him say that he was full, and continued to eat the mung bean cake happily.

In fact, he was full, and his belly was bulging.

But the mung bean cake was so delicious that he couldn't bear to stop.

Brother He couldn't get a word in when He's mother was talking, and he didn't care at first.

Until I found that the conversation between He's mother and Song's father had reached the stage of "We are so destined to be together, why don't we become godparents so that I can have a good son in the future."

He: ...Why do you say this as if his mother has no son now?

He hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to interrupt his mother. He could only turn to look at his wife. As a result, he found that Sister He was chatting with Teacher He. He patted her hand and was impatiently pushed away.

Brother He: "..."

He looked at the people at the table. His mother and Father Song had already talked about the ceremony of paying homage to the godparents. His wife and his sister were talking about his childhood embarrassment. Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were talking about physics.

The only one left seemed to be his sister's colleague Teacher Yuan Jiang.

Brother He approached tentatively: "Teacher Yuan, what do you do in your spare time?"

Yuan Jiang: "Long-distance running, push-ups, sit-ups."

Brother He, who usually walks to work at most: "..."

"...Haha, these two children are learning physics at such a young age. It happens that I am good at physics. I will go and teach them. You eat."

Song Yao was discussing with Zhao Xiaodong enthusiastically when someone stood in front of him.

"Are you studying physics? I'm pretty good at physics, do you want me to teach you?"

The two kids looked up.

Wow!

It's the teacher's brother!

He's the brother, he must be better than the teacher!!

They nodded happily: "Okay, okay, we just have a lot of questions."

Looking at the two children with innocent smiles and eager to learn, Brother He felt that he understood why his sister didn't want to go back to Lecheng.

Okay, let him help his sister teach the students.

He confidently dragged a chair and sat down next to Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong.

...Ten minutes later.

Yuan Jiang was sitting quietly, and there was another person next to him.

He looked up and saw that it was Brother He.

For some reason, his eyes seemed to become a little vicissitudes.

Yuan Jiang: "Have you finished teaching them?"

Brother He: "..."

Teaching shit.

How old are those two kids? Why are the questions they ask more tricky than each other.

It's hard to imagine how his sister, whose physics grades are not as good as his, usually teaches these two children.

He paid the price of a book collection to barely escape from the "problem hell".

Brother He dragged a chair and sat next to Yuan Jiang.

Yuan Jiang looked at him and asked.

Brother He: "Teacher Yuan, I think..."

"Let's talk about long-distance running, push-ups and sit-ups."