The school has not been operated yet. Now the school has only security guards and cleaning staff, so no one comes to entertain Zhang Hua.

"OK, thanks!"

Zhang Hua nodded and said to the security guard.

The reception room of this Taoyuan Primary School is not only spacious, but also has very good decoration and tables, chairs and utensils. It is at least much better than the reception room of the town center primary school where Zhang Hua is located.

The dead trees still bloom again in spring, and no one will be young again when they are young again;

Don’t worry about getting old and not being successful, just be afraid that young children won’t learn;

...

There is a road in the mountains of books, and diligence is the path, and the sea of ​​knowledge is endless and hard to make a boat.

Soon, Zhang Hua was attracted by the calligraphy hanging on the wall of the reception room.

Although this calligraphy is not signed, as a calligraphy enthusiast, Zhang Hua could tell at a glance that the calligraphy and the characters on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village are both on the same person.
Chapter completed!