return to the third grade

Chapter 284

The current rhythm of Ling Ma and Aunt is to go to the clothing store early in the morning, check the accounts of the previous day, and then check the sales of the clothes. After explaining to the people in the store, they rush to the hot pot restaurant before lunch. For hot pot restaurants, first record the accounts of the previous day, and then start a new day, and start again and again.

Ling's mother is too busy now, and she rarely goes to the capital to buy goods. She has made an appointment with the stall owners in the capital who often go to get goods. If there are any new styles that are good for sale, they will leave some for her, and then send them to her regularly. Send it over. Of course, she has to send the money first. When the season changes, Ling Ma still has to go a few times in person. After all, some of the clothes sent to her by the other party are not easy to sell. In case there are no good products when the season changes , a whole season of clothes will be pressed in hand.

Mama Ling and auntie are so busy every day, they don't think it's hard work, but Ling Xiaoxiao still feels that sooner or later they will wear themselves down, the bosses of those big companies don't do it themselves, one person's energy is limited after all.

However, although Ling Xiaoxiao didn't know how to help them make adjustments, someone knew that Xu Mohan was in charge of Meng Ji and started the company again. He was like a sheep grazing in Meng Ji's place, and rarely went there, but Meng Ji Ji's business has been booming, which must be inseparable from his management.

Ling Xiaoxiao called Xu Mohan a few times, but the line was either busy or no one answered. Although she felt strange, she was not in a hurry. She was busy tidying up the house during the day, and the small yard was completely deserted this year. In [-], Ling's father and Ling's mother would also plant eggplants, beans, cucumbers, etc. in the yard, and they could be picked for cooking in autumn.

But this year, the two of them are busier than the other, and neither of them has time to plow the ground and grow vegetables. The weeds in the yard are up to their knees. Ling Xiaoxiao cleans up the weeds in the yard after cleaning the house, although it is too late for planting vegetables. But it doesn't look good to panic like this.

She is busy every day, and she always feels that when she is so busy, she doesn't need to think about Jiang Zizhuo anymore. Otherwise, when she calms down and picks up a pen to do a problem, she will always subconsciously feel that someone is sitting next to her, and the nose is still intoxicating. Tea fragrance.

Ling Xiaoxiao worked hard for a week, and finally cleaned up the inside and outside of the small yard, and the county No. [-] Middle School was on vacation, Xu Xiaoying flew towards Ling Xiaoxiao like a bird out of the cage.

"Xiaoxiao, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and you don't miss me." Xu Xiaoying is also a magical existence. She is interested in everything. She was keen on chatting with netizens when she was in junior high school. For pen pals, she always calls Ling Xiaoxiao and asks Ling Xiaoxiao to write letters to her. When Ling Xiaoxiao is annoyed by her, she will find the letter paper and write a page for her to send.

It's just that this kind of frequency of not having a letter in a month can't meet Xu Xiaoying's needs at all, so as soon as we met, she began to denounce Ling Xiaoxiao: "It's always so difficult for you to write me a few letters. desk, her pen pal can write her two or three letters a week, and each time is a thick stack of paper."

Ling Xiaoxiao's accusation against her is a bit of a headache. This girl is always easily dazzled by the things around her. It's fine if she can't quit novels. Now she is obsessed with writing letters. According to her, writing a letter requires at least one class , If this class is used to read books and do questions, maybe one question type will be conquered. How much time do I have to play such boring games with her?

"Xiaoying, how are your final grades this time?" Ling Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and looked at her. Grades are a hard target. If her grades are really too good, I won't bother with her anymore.

When Xu Xiaoying heard Ling Xiaoxiao ask about her grades, she felt a little guilty, and stammered, "Ask, why are you asking me about my grades? Our final exam questions are very, very difficult."

"Difficult? What about the test paper? Show me it." Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't believe how difficult Xu Xiaoying's "difficult" was. I believe that the examination questions of the County No. [-] Middle School can be more difficult than that of Bincheng No. [-] Middle School.

"Examination paper? I didn't bring it. Who has nothing to do with that kind of thing." Xu Xiaoying looked disgusted when she mentioned the examination paper.

"Then how many points did you score? Do you want to hear my score?" Ling Xiaoxiao felt that this girl needed deep stimulation.

"Your? No, no, I heard that there is no other possibility except being abused." Xu Xiaoying waved her hands in a very good way, then stomped her feet and said cruelly: "I didn't do well in the exam this time. None of them were ranked, and the score was less than 520 points."

"So low?" Ling Xiaoxiao frowned. She only thought that Xu Xiaoying's grades should not be particularly good, but she never thought that her grades would be so low. This score is not even close to the score line in a province A book over the years.

"Oh, that's why they said they didn't pass the exam!" Xu Xiaoying yelled with her neck stuck in the irritation of Ling Xiaoxiao's tone.

Ling Xiaoxiao crossed her arms and said coolly: "People who are busy making pen pals and writing letters must not do well in the exam."

"Xiaoxiao, you are so annoying." Xu Xiaoying felt that Ling Xiaoxiao's mouth was even worse when she came back from school after going out to school: "I know it all. I'm also very depressed when I didn't pass the exam this time. I will definitely study hard next semester, don't worry."

"What's the use of you making promises to me? You've made promises so many times, which one did you do?" Ling Xiaoxiao continued to speak coolly, looking at Xu Xiaoying with the same eyes as looking at strangers, which made Xu Xiaoying completely stupefied. .

"Okay, Xiaoxiao, I know I was wrong. I will study hard in the future. If I don't play around seriously, can't we break off friendship?" The word break off is still very serious in Xu Xiaoying's heart, and she can use it to show that she is serious. Will change my mind.

Ling Xiaoxiao is usually in the No. [-] Middle School, and she doesn't have time to supervise her, so she can only use this stimulating method every time she comes back. She is afraid that one day, Xu Xiaoying's face will become thicker, and she will not be afraid of stimulation. What kind of means can be used.

As soon as Wu Qingqing was on vacation, she went to her relatives' house in Lin County, and she would not come back until a few days later. Then the three of them would have to get together more. The girl Ye Ling came back the day before, but she likes to stay in bed. She couldn't get up until noon, so Ling Xiaoxiao looked at her watch and was going to take Xu Xiaoying to find Ling's mother for dinner.

She is so obsessed with hot pot these days that she can't get enough of it no matter how much she eats, Ling Xiaoxiao is already planning to eat as many meals as possible before school starts, trying to save a little fat, which will slowly fall off after school starts.

Xu Xiaoying, who had delicious food, naturally had no objection, and happily followed Ling Xiaoxiao to Ling Ma's shop. Ling Xiaoxiao pulled Xu Xiaoying and was talking, when the phone in her pocket rang.

"Sister Xin, why did you think of calling me?" After the marriage proposal, Huang Xin disappeared, but she also knew that she was kidnapped by Xu Mohan. The two of them were not busy making love, so why did they think of her.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm in my little yard with Mo Han and the others," Huang Xin's voice came out of the microphone, her voice cheerful: "Shall we meet for lunch at noon?"

(End of this chapter)