Mu Ziwei was obviously startled, looking at Jiang Zengzhi with tears in his eyes, "You, what's wrong with you? Are you not full?"
Jiang Zengzhi shook his head, and Mu Ziwei continued to speculate, "Is someone bullying you?"
Jiang Zengzhi continued to shake his head. Meng Zhiyu looked at the aggrieved Jiang Zengzhi and thought of his mother, so she asked tentatively, "Are you missing home or your mother?"
Song Guangye turned his head and said, "No way."
He also misses home and his parents and relatives, but not to the point of crying!
Just as I was thinking this, I saw Jiang Zengzhi nodded, and tears began to fall from his eyes.
Seeing him crying so pitifully, Li Qingqing comforted him, "Don't cry, it's your birthday today, you should be happy. You still have a day off tomorrow anyway, you can go to the county town and write a letter to your family."
Li Tingman also said, "Writing letters is too slow. For example, you can make a phone call and talk to your family."
Meng Zhiyu nodded and said, "If that doesn't work, ask your mother and her family to send you a family photo. Whenever you miss them, take it out and look at it."
Li Qingqing was delighted, "Oh, that's great, I'll do the same later."
Jiang Zengzhi cried for a while, then felt much better. He sniffed and said, "Thank you."
Several people shook their heads and said, "It doesn't matter." After all, he is the birthday boy!
After enjoying the night view for a while, they saw Jiang Zengzhi off and went back to their rooms after washing up.
Meng Zhiyu studied for a while and then took the exam. He didn’t learn much today, but Meng Zhiyu never expected that today’s blind box would actually be a pot of small succulents.
"Wangcai, does this succulent have any special function?" Meng Zhiyu asked, looking at the cute little succulent.
Wangcai shook his head. "I'm not sure. Maybe there is, maybe not."
However, "Host, you have to be careful. You can only keep these succulents alive and not let them die, otherwise there will be punishment."
Meng Zhiyu was sad. Was this a reward or a punishment?
Meng Zhiyu asked, "What punishment?"
Wangcai said, "Deducting gold coins, reducing the quality of blind boxes, closing your store, etc. are all possible."
There was no other way, so Meng Zhiyu could only carefully place the succulents on the table, and then picked up a book from the library that specifically explained how to grow succulents, planning to read it carefully tomorrow.
Meng Zhiyu was about to go patrol his "kingdom" when Wangcai suddenly said, "Ding Dong, host, the system has released a true and false competition. Do you want to participate?"
"What's the real or fake competition?" Meng Zhiyu asked in confusion.
Wangcai explained, "During the competition, each contestant will learn according to the courses provided by the organizer, and then make an item by hand. The judges and the audience will then judge whether it is genuine or not. The more works that survive to the end, the bigger the blind box they will receive, which means the bigger the reward."
Meng Zhiyu understood a little. "That is, I make something out of food, and then let the judges and the audience decide whether it is real or made of food."
Wangcai nodded and gave a thumbs-up. “That’s it.”
"That sounds fun." Meng Zhiyu frowned and thought, "But if I get eliminated quickly, then all my efforts will be in vain."
Wangcai, “No, even if you are eliminated quickly, your participation will increase your engagement and increase your account activity, which is good for your shop and blind boxes.”
Wangcai pulled out a list. "Participating in activities released by the system can also increase your chances of winning the lottery. Dads will release lottery activities during festivals such as Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and Double Ninth Festival. Host, look, this list is compiled by me. It compares the winning rates of people who participated in the activities more and less in previous years."
Meng Zhiyu took a closer look and found that the number of participants who participated more was 2.3% higher than the number of participants who participated less!
Meng Zhiyu stared at the 2.3, and Wangcai noticed it and coughed lightly, "Well, host, a little more means a little more hope, right?"
Meng Zhiyu nodded in agreement. "Yes," he said, "does my participation in this competition count as part of your achievement?"
Otherwise, why would it be so active and even analyze the data from previous years and make a list for her to see?
Wangcai gave a little heart and said, "Of course, but this will benefit both of us. It's like killing two birds with one stone!"
Good lie down!
Under Wangcai's guidance, Meng Zhiyu found the registration page, filled in the information and clicked OK.
"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for successfully registering. The host can study in the classroom at any time. These are the courses specially assigned for the competition."
The next day, Meng Zhiyu asked Li Tingman and confirmed that she would not go out, so he took her bicycle. She planned to go to the county town to sell goods again.
Find a secluded place, put the bicycle into the space, change yourself into the image of the big-mouthed monkey girl, then carry the fish and pig head and go to the black market near the train station first.
I found the doorway and saw a thin man squatting there. He stood up and looked me up and down and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Meng Zhiyu handed over a piece of fruit candy and said, "Brother, I'm here to buy something."
The man took the candy and said, "I'll sell it for two cents."
Meng Zhiyu took out the money and handed it over, and entered smoothly.
When I walked in, I found that there were more people selling and buying things here than at the black market in the hospital.
Meng Zhiyu walked inside for a long time before he found an empty seat. He placed the beam scale on the rag covering the fish, pulled out a fish head, and sat on the ground waiting.
A tightly wrapped lady would look at the fish meat and ask, "How much is this fish?"
Meng Zhiyu pulled the fish out by its head, showed it to her, and said, "Four cents."
Seeing that she was not satisfied with the fish, he lifted the rag again and said, "There are more in here, you can choose for yourself. These are all good fish. I got up before dawn to catch them in the river."
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