Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 213

Pingyang County, Zhao Wenmu's home.

The decision to punish the two cubs was unanimously approved by everyone, so it took effect immediately, and Zhao Wenmu took back their pocket money for the week on the spot.

A total of 8 cents.

The two have 5 cents of pocket money each week, totaling 1 yuan.

Zhao Zimeng's work efficiency is very good, the next morning he was waiting for Zhang Xiaohe at the school gate, and bought a pencil case with the pocket money he had accumulated before.

Because he knew that the little girl didn't even have a pencil case.

Although Zhang Yuanming was not ordered to apologize to Zhang Xiaohe, he also came with his cousin.

Also prepared a nice eraser.

"Zhang Xiaohe."

Zhang Xiaohe, who was walking with her head bowed, was taken aback by these two people, and she looked at each other warily.

"sorry!"

"Please forgive us!"

Both of them pouted their buttocks and bowed together.

Zhang Xiaohe was stunned for a moment, and recognized the two.

Zhang Yuanming stood up straight, while Zhao Zimeng still maintained his bowing posture.

"I shouldn't have bullied you with them yesterday, I promise I won't bully you again in the future, whoever dares to bully you in the future, I will beat him!"

"This pencil case is our apology gift, please accept it."

Zhang Xiaohe remembered that Zhang Yuanming once wanted to start a fight, and Zhao Zimeng didn't beat her, so he didn't anger these two people from the beginning to the end.

"You didn't hit me!"

"Also, thank you for helping me yesterday."

As for presents, she resolutely refused to accept them.

"If you don't accept the gift, you don't forgive us, please accept the gift!"

"sorry!"

Zhao Zimeng was still hunched over, holding the pencil case with both hands and maintaining the posture of handing it forward.

But after standing there for a while, he started to wobble.

"Okay, I forgive you."

Zhang Xiaohe hesitated for a while before taking the pencil case.

Zhao Zimeng staggered, fell headfirst to the ground, plopped for a long time before getting up in disgrace.

"hey-hey."

The two giggled silly.

Finally got Zhang Xiaohe's forgiveness.

The two of them made a plan, and then gradually got to know her better, and then invited her to be a guest at home.

"Whoever bullies you in the future, we will beat him up for you!"

The two ran into the school shouting loudly.

But they were too worried about this, because from this day on, the old principal personally conducted publicity and education, visited and investigated each class, which largely curbed campus bullying.

At least for a while, this kind of blatant bullying never happened again.

"Amin, how do we make money?"

After school, the two bastards escorted Zhang Xiaohe while thinking about their plans to make money.

Zhang Xiaohe didn't set up a stall at the school gate today, because Grandpa Bai didn't allow her to sell things for the time being.

The little guy was covered in red medicine when he came home yesterday, but he frightened the two old people.

Even though it was actually just a few bruises and a few scrapes, it still looked scary.

Zhao Zimeng and Zhang Yuanming insisted on escorting her home despite the client's strong objection.

Zhang Xiaohe had no choice but to be escorted back by these two people.

"Do you want to make money too?"

The little girl looked at the two people's brand-new satchels and clothes that fit the season, and asked a little puzzled.

Although she is young, she also knows that not everyone is short of money.

"Well, my uncle stopped our pocket money and let us earn 30 yuan in three months."

Zhao Zimeng scratched his head and said.

Making money and inviting Zhang Xiaohe to visit their home is their next task.

"How about you sell maltose with me?"

Zhang Xiaohe didn't know what pocket money was, she hesitated for a while and said.

"Maltose is very easy to make, and when it's good, you can earn more than 1 cents a day."

"It's almost enough for a day's living expenses!"

The little girl added with some pride.

"What can 1 dime do?"

"Okay, okay, just sell maltose!"

The two brothers spoke at the same time, but their meanings were completely different.

Zhao Zimeng poked Zhang Yuanming immediately, and the other party immediately changed his words:
"Okay, okay, just sell maltose!"

So the two little ones became three little ones, and they started their maltose business together.

Without further ado, the two brothers followed Zhang Xiaohe to learn how to make maltose.

Back home, the two couldn't wait to report on the situation that day.

"Uncle/Uncle, we apologized to Zhang Xiaohe today and gave her a gift, she forgave us!"

"Good job!"

Zhao Wenmu was very pleased.

"We went to her house today to learn how to make maltose from her!"

The little girl became excited when she heard the maltose.

"I want to eat Tangtang too!"

"I'll eat it for you when we're done!"

Zhang Yuanming immediately patted his chest to promise.

Zhao Zimeng, who was robbed of credit, looked displeased.

"Uncle, Zhang Xiaohe's family is so poor!"

Xiao Yuanming ignored his cousin's dissatisfaction and continued to speak with a desire to express himself.

"They don't have any electrical appliances in their house, there is only some firewood in the yard, and the doors and windows in the house are broken."

"She also has a younger brother with a crippled foot."

"She only has grandparents, so pitiful!"

As soon as Xiao Yuanming spoke, he was eloquent.

"you are wrong!"

Zhao Zimeng couldn't bear it anymore, and interrupted decisively:
"Grandpa Bai is not Zhang Xiaohe's real grandfather, they are all orphans adopted by Grandpa Bai and Grandma Liu."

These words made Zhao Wenmu finally remember the name Bai Chongli.

An old man who silently supported more than a dozen orphans, a devotee who would rather eat steamed buns and drink boiled water by himself, and still work hard to earn money to support orphans in his 80s.

"I'm an old model worker, so I should do more for the country and make more contributions..."

"I'm uneducated, and I'm old, so I can't do anything, but riding a tricycle is like a kid who can go to class with money. When I think about it, I get more and more energetic."

These words are still ringing in my ears, deafening.

"You two did a great job!"

Zhao Wenmu touched the heads of the two of them, and then gave them ten yuan.

"Next time you visit, remember to bring gifts for Zhang Xiaohe's grandparents, sisters, and younger brothers."

"Be polite, you know?"

The two little ones nodded solemnly and put the money carefully.

"I still have to pay a visit some other day."

Zhao Wenmu muttered to himself.

However, the matter of the three little ones planning to make maltose brought back Zhao Wenmu's long-standing memories.

He used to like to eat a small snack. Whenever he was stressed, he would secretly chew a few.

It's a bit like Gao Qiqiang who drank coffee dry.

In my impression, it seems that it only appeared in the mid-80s. It used to be popular all over the country, and it was found in almost every small store near every school.

It is the Monkey King Pill.

Commonly known as mouse droppings.

A small snack with a very appropriate name and shape, with a sweet and sour taste and some special flavors.

Zhao Wenmu didn't know its formula, but it didn't matter.

Just try it and you'll know!

(End of this chapter)