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Chapter 205: Chapter 205

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    Zhang Hongmei's vacation is coming to an end. In the middle of May, the weather is already very hot. It's dry and hot. Although it's not humid, it just feels oily.

    Before leaving, Zhang Hongmei went to the old lady's house, "Grandma, I'm going back to school tomorrow. This is the bacon left for you. Let my aunt make it for you."

    "Take it back, don't you have to give it away?"

    "Yes, I will give it to you too. You can keep it for food. There is not much, only three or four catties. The rest will be given to Huang Ying at the post office. I think she will have to pay. If she does, I will accept it. Next time  Come back to buy brown sugar, let the cafeteria make a meal of sugar buns."

    "Okay, I don't worry about your work. Take care of yourself."

    The next morning, Zhang Hongmei, Erya, and Zhuzi rode away before dawn.  The holidays are over and it's time to go back to school.

    It was 7:00 in the morning when I arrived at the school. Watching Zhuzi Erya and the two of them go in, Zhang Hongmei rode her bicycle and continued on her way.

    Arrived home at eleven o'clock.  In the afternoon, I tidied up the yard and turned over the borders to plant vegetables.

    Cucumbers, eggplants, peppers, and tomato seedlings have all been bred in the space and can be planted directly.  Beans and Chinese cabbage are planted directly.

    Because there are several large tanks of water in the ring, water it after planting.

    Water it again before going to school the next day, there should be no problem.

    On Friday, Zhang Hongmei went to Song Ziqian, "Go to my house tomorrow morning, and I have something good you've been thinking about."

    Song Zigan guessed that there was meat when he heard it.  "I'll be there early tomorrow morning."

    Zhang Hongmei looked at the excited boy and smiled, then went back to the classroom.

    Just as Zhang Hongmei got up at six o'clock on Saturday morning, she heard a knock on the door. How active this child is.

    "It's really early for you, come in."

    "Hongmei, is there any meat?"

    "Well, you're lucky, this time I'll go back and there are wild boars in the trap, so I'll bring you back some bacon."

    "Hongmei, you are so kind."

    Zhang Hongmei went to the warehouse and took out a strip of 10 catties of bacon and handed it to Song Zigan.

    Song Ziqian took it and weighed it, "It must weigh more than ten catties, right?"

    "Well, ten catties."

    "Hongmei, meat on the black market now costs five yuan a catty. Here, it's fifty yuan." Song Zigan took out five ten-yuan pieces and handed them to Zhang Hongmei.

    Zhang Hongmei took the money, counted out two and handed it to Song Ziqian, "This is enough. I will exchange the money for brown sugar later, and bring it back to the village next time, so that everyone can satisfy their hunger."

    "I don't want it, it would be nice to have meat, and I didn't give too much."

    "Take it, don't talk nonsense." After Zhang Hongmei finished speaking, she stuffed the money into Song Zigan's hand.

    Song Ziqian felt very embarrassed, "You wait for me, I'll go home and find you a candy ticket."

    "No, I have more than a dozen two-jin candy tickets in my hand, keep yours for the old man."

    Song Zigan thanked Zhang Hongmei again for putting the meat in a bag and hurried home.

    Drank a glass of milk, ate two boiled eggs, and filled the water tank.  I went to the post office with a bag containing ten catties of meat.

    "Sister Huang Ying, I'm here."

    "Hurry up and come into my office. I've prepared everything for you. I also found some foreign newspapers for you, but I just can't read them."

    Zhang Hongmei took it and took a look, it turned out to be an English newspaper "Haha, I can't understand it either, but I'll save it for the wall.

    By the way, Miss Huang Ying, this is smoked wild boar meat, a little firewood.  "

    "Great, our family hasn't eaten meat for almost a year, sell it to me."

    "I just brought it here for you. I found it in a trap in the village, so I brought it here."

    "Wait a minute." After finishing speaking, Huang Ying started to take out her pocket, counted thirteen yuan, hurried out, and came in with a handful of money after a while.

    "Hongmei, fifty for your son, here you are."

    "Sister Huang Ying, you don't need so much, just give me thirty."

    "How about that? I'm afraid you won't be able to explain it when you go back."

    "It's okay, thirty is enough. If you have sugar tickets, just give me some. I want to bring some brown sugar back to the folks."

    "Yes, it happens to be. I'll borrow a few more. We just issued the tickets today."

    In the end, Zhang Hongmei took the newspaper, 30 yuan, and five catties of sugar tickets and went back.

    I was fine in the afternoon. After lunch, I went to the building and bought five catties of brown sugar and two catties of white sugar.

    I went up to the second floor again and bought two bottles of ink, a dozen blank papers, and a dozen letter papers.

    theOn Sunday, I stewed the rest of the bacon, and sent Liu Jianguo five steamed buns with noodles and a lunch box of stewed potatoes with bacon.

    Afterwards, I went to the municipal government to deliver the same meal to Liu Changhai.

    Liu Changhai felt emotional while eating the meal delivered by Zhang Hongmei, this girl is really nice.  Seeing Xiao Wu eagerly watching him eat, it was very heartbreaking to give him half.  In the end, I gave him a blank look, how greedy!

    Zhang Hongmei didn't want to eat bacon, so she shared it with the two of them. She cooked noodles, tomatoes, green peppers and eggs at home, and ate a big bowl of cold noodles beautifully.

    In the afternoon, I read English newspapers at home. How can I say it is CET-8. There is no problem in reading newspapers, but there is nothing I can learn from the content. Put it aside and read domestic newspapers.

    When she went to school the next day, the doorman stopped her, "Zhang Hongmei, your letter and package list."

    "Thank you, sir." Zhang Hongmei looked at the address and the handwriting. This should be a letter from Zhang Shouyi.

    ?I went to the post office during the lunch break. The package was quite big, so I had no choice but to go home again, and I was late now.

    I don't have time to read the letter in the afternoon, so I can only read it at night after self-study.

    There was nothing else in Zhang Shouyi's letter, just telling her that he had sent her some information, as well as toffee and milk powder.

    Zhang Hongmei thought to herself, the toffee must not be melted yet.

    When I got home at night and opened the package, half of it was filled with materials. I wondered if I could share these with my classmates, for fear of causing trouble for Zhang Shouyi.

    It's better to summarize it yourself, and then hand it over to the teacher. The original copy must not be revealed.

    Three generations of milk powder, two bags of toffee, the toffee is not melted, all put into the space.

    So for the next month, Zhang Hongmei was sorting out the materials sent by Zhang Shouyi.

    When the teacher received the information compiled by Zhang Hongmei, he was very excited.  This can all be compiled into a textbook.

    So the teacher was very excited and hadn't recovered from the class.

    "Students, I have a document here, everyone should copy it, and we will use this for class in the future."

    The students below are even more excited. They are doing well in other subjects, but they can't start with politics.

    When the students got the 20 pages of densely packed materials and copied them separately, they realized that it was shared by Zhang Hongmei again.

    All the students were very grateful to Zhang Hongmei, and they copied it carefully.

    The learning atmosphere in the second year of senior high school is more intense. All the students are studying hard, and no one is lazy.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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