Isn't this Zhao Haoran? Does he also know Xiao Yichen?
Is there a 䛍 here?
You’re right, this person really knows Xiao Yichen.
He is indeed Zhao Haoran now, but he also has another name, Sun Zhiyuan.
It was still working just a few days ago.
By the time he had packed his luggage casually, the branch secretary and the accountant arrived.
The two were waiting nearby.
When he came out, they all got down from the kang and waited for him to have dinner together.
Looking at the plates and bowls full of meat on the table.
Zhao Haoran swallowed.
If I could receive this treatment every day.
No matter how tiring the performance is, he will admit it!
When everyone was enjoying the noodles, Zhao Haoran started crying to Aunt Xiao.
"Aunt, I'm miserable, I'm so miserable, I was actually reported by my own fiancée.
I am so kind to her!
I bought everything and was just waiting to get married, but she actually reported me. Auntie, my life is so miserable!"
It is said that rural old ladies are soft-hearted, and my tragic experience will definitely make the old lady look at me with a higher regard.
result…
Aunt Xiao came up to give her a steamed bun, and then she saw a young man crying in front of her.
Aunt Xiao put down the steamed bun and smiled very kindly: "Expert Zhao, hurry up and eat the steamed bun. This one is fresh out of the pot. It's my exclusive secret recipe. It's layered and very delicious. Hurry and eat it!"
Just put your things down and come out!
Aunt Xiao can't stand hearing about her miserable life these days.
She is alive now, and as a grown man, she is capable and skilled. Even if things go wrong for a while, it will be easy for her to get through it.
What's there to cry about?
Cry, cry, cry, all the blessings are gone.
It's the same as her inhuman boss. Speaking of the boss, it's been such a long time and he still hasn't shown up.
I don’t know whether he has been discharged from the hospital.
Has Xiao Yijing been discharged from the hospital?
He was actually discharged from the hospital.
After he was admitted to the hospital, Xiao Aimin asked someone to tell Zhang Hehua. At that time, Xiao Yijing and Zhang Baozhu were whispering to each other, discussing something.
Aunt Xiao just thought about it and decided to forget it, as the eldest son and his wife were not going back home.
It was useless for her to think so.
The village held an exam the day after Zhao Haoran arrived.
There were no test papers, so everyone wrote the test questions on the notebook paper they were given.
This notebook was bought by the brigade.
Originally, Xiao Aimin wanted to take the notebook with the golden eggs, but was kicked out by Aunt Xiao by grabbing his ears.
“You have so much money to burn, there are so many people in our village taking the exam.
There are only a few sheets of paper in a notebook, twenty sheets, you have to buy dozens of notebooks. How much does one notebook cost? How much do these dozens of notebooks cost!
You have so much money to burn, let the team pay for it!
I tell you, old man, you have some sense at the end. If you spend your own money for public benefit again, I will never let you go.”
Xiao Aimin had no choice but to leave in shame.
Xiao Aimin thought about it and agreed.
A notebook costs a lot of money.
Finally, during the exam, Xiao Aimin read out the questions at the top and people wrote down the answers below.
It can be said that the advantages of young people can be seen. No matter whether they can do it or not, at least they can write!
Some older people, when they encounter something they don’t know how to write, just scratch their heads.
This, this is too difficult.
Some people haven't written for a long time and have forgotten how to write, so they peek at other people's answers.
They were all stopped by several people from the brigade headquarters.
The exam just started.
The fifth strongest came with a few educated youths, shouting slogans and protesting!
“We demand fair treatment!”
“We demand to take the test!”
"We are here to build a new countryside, and we demand to take the exam!"
The fifth strongest person shouts "One", and the people behind him follow suit.
Everyone stopped taking the exam and put down the half-broken pencils in their hands to watch the fun.
There was no other way, the pen was not enough, so I had to split it in half to make it barely enough.
What is this educated youth doing?
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