She is sweet and soft in the cannon fodder of the book, the educated youth is really fragrant

Shen Jiaomei pointed at herself, and she said in a vain way: "I only know how to sketch, maybe it's not very good."

In the past two days, she has clearly known that she is not really good enough to be admitted.

Wu Jiabin and Aunt Huo may also have other reasons to help her.

The fat landlord doesn't care.

She had a better impression of Shen Jiaomei than Wen Xiaomei, so she casually took out the yellowed paper, then pointed to herself, and said to Shen Jiaomei, "Draw me first."

Shen Jiaomei agreed.

He took off the drawing board he was carrying, and began to draw to the fat landlord.

And Xiaomei Wen was pointed in by her: "You recite the text for me."

"Huh?" Miss Wen was dumbfounded.

Why are there still people who have to recite the text?

The fat landlord impatiently picked up the textbook from the coffee table and threw it to Xiaomei Wen: "That's right here."

Wen Xiaomei opened the book silently.

She didn't learn this textbook in elementary school, so she randomly flipped through an article and memorized it for 5 minutes.

Turn around and recite it to the fat landlord.

The fat landlord had a sullen face and didn't respond to her immediately, so Miss Wen mistook her for dissatisfaction, so she found another one.

She stumbled and memorized about three articles, and when Shen Jiaomei stopped writing, the fat landlord called to stop: "Enough!"

Miss Wen's throat is dry.

He and Shen Jiaomei looked at each other.

Neither of them knew whether the fat landlord was satisfied or not.

The fat landlord picked up Shen Jiaomei's painting and looked at it, furrowed his brows for a while, then relaxed, and finally folded it in half carefully twice, stuffed it into his pocket, and said to them: "Give it up, you two, together, A wage a day."

Wen Xiaomei and Shen Jiaomei looked at each other unexpectedly.

In order to prevent being pitted.

Wen Xiaomei asked in a low voice: "Is that going to be in class all day?"

Hearing this, the fat landlord's complexion changed suddenly, and he glared at her and said, "Fart! Of course my precious son attends class whenever he wants, can't you force him to know?"

This is a weird request.

Wen Xiaomei and Shen Jiaomei could only nod their heads.

Just in case, Xiaomei Wen poked her neck and said riskily: "We don't come to class at night."

The fat landlord hummed.

Then take them to meet her precious son.

It was a skinny child who didn't look like her at all, and looked about six or seven years old.

As bad as the fat landlord's tone was in front of them, his voice was so gentle in front of his precious son: "Xiaohui, I found you two teachers you wanted, one to teach you painting and the other to teach you Chinese, okay? "

Xiaohui raised his head from his scribbled drawings, staring at them with slightly protruding eyes: "Really?"

"Really." The fat landlord pushed Shen Jiaomei forward and pressed her on the seat next to her, and asked her to give a lecture.

Xiao Hui's voice was a little shrill, he stared at Shen Jiaomei and asked, "How can I draw?"

Shen Jiaomei slowly taught according to what she learned.

The fat landlord watched.

After confirming that Xiaohui was willing to listen, a smile appeared on his face, too crowded to see.

He whispered to Xiaomei Wen: "You stay here too, Xiaohui is a good boy, if you dare to beat him, I will beat you!"

Miss Wen: "..."

How dare!
She hastily nodded in response.

After sending the fat landlord away.

She was sitting next to Shen Jiaomei.

She still had the textbook left by the fat landlord in her hand, and she had nothing to do at the moment, so she could only open it and read it.

Time passed slowly.

During the period, the fat landlord came to bring them water, because she was fat, and she blocked the light directly at the door.

Xiao Hui pursed his lips and looked at her.

The fat landlord didn't understand at first.

Shen Jiaomei was the first to react, and said to her: "Auntie, you are blocking the light, get out of the way."

"Oh!" The fat landlord immediately moved aside, only showing his head to look at them.

She didn't run until her stomach growled.

Xiaohui threw away the pen directly: "I won't draw anymore, teacher, please draw me my parents."

"Ah?" Shen Jiaomei was dumbfounded.

She deeply understood the difficulty of making money, so she still said to him: "I have never met your father."

Xiao Hui's small face suddenly pulled down, and he added unhappily: "You didn't see my mother either."

After a while, he said again: "But I haven't seen it either."

This aroused the curiosity of the two gossip souls.

But dare not ask.

Xiaohui waved at them: "Go back, I don't want to learn anymore."

Wen Xiaomei and Shen Jiaomei put down their things respectively, stepped out of the threshold lightly, and walked back along the road they just walked in.

When I met the fat landlord, I just explained it. The fat landlord was not surprised. He took out the money from his pocket and counted one yuan to them.

The money is heavy.

It's quite embarrassing to hold it, and they don't seem to have learned any homework.

I wanted to return them back, but the fat landlord impatiently drove them out: "Hurry up! You people are the most annoying!"

The two were innocent and could only turn around and leave.

As soon as they went out, they bumped into the neighbor next door, who looked at them again and again in surprise, and the look in his eyes made both of them feel their scalps go numb.

"Jiaomei! I'm afraid!" Wen Xiaomei grabbed Shen Jiaomei's hand.

Why do I have the illusion that I have been sold.

And these people sympathized and wanted to tell them, but they didn't say it because of some reasons.

Shen Jiaomei clenched her teeth.

Just when the two of them were about to quicken their pace, a young woman's voice came from behind: "Mom, why are you standing here?"

Middle-aged voice: "I just saw those two girls coming out of Fatty's house, ouch, they are really not afraid of death!"

Young voice: "Mom, it's not as serious as you said, it's just to find a few tutors, our family just doesn't have that spare money, otherwise I will hire Xiaobao."

Middle-aged voice: "You don't know! She's not married yet, where did she get the child!"

Oh hoo!

It's the gossip they want to hear.

The two of them slowed down calmly.

The middle-aged man lowered his voice and said: "When you were not married, you made a fuss, it's shameful! She's the only one with a thick skin!"

"But she wasn't fat before. She has a big butt and is easy to give birth to. She fell in love with someone who she knew when she went to the countryside to support construction..."

The sound suddenly stopped.

Wen Xiaomei scratched her heart and lungs immediately.

Hurry up and pick up the props, and finally asked her to find one, and immediately exchanged for two, and returned one to Shen Jiaomei.

Shen Jiaomei shivered.

I didn't expect to hear it so clearly all of a sudden.

The middle-aged voice continued: "Her family was rich in the past, otherwise she would have come back immediately without a quota to return to the city, and brought one back. After she came back, she went to work in the factory."

But mixed with others around.

I could hear my brain buzzing.

Fortunately, the soul of gossip defeated everything, and the two just insisted on listening.

This passage lasted nearly half an hour.

The middle-aged women miss the old fat landlord very much, and hate the changed fat landlord.

She felt that she was shameless, and brought back such a man to spoil other girls. Speaking of this, the middle-aged woman even said a few red words.

He poohed several more times.