The college entrance examination has been resumed.
Don’t even mention how excited those educated youth were when they heard the news.
It was Zhao Yuan. Hua Qingping and Zhou Baozhen heaved a sigh of relief when they heard it.
Although they had received the news a long time ago, they were still uncertain.
Seeing that it is already the second half of the year and there is still no news, they are somewhat nervous.
But now, the dust has finally settled.
Wan Qingliu has made some money recently and she plans to buy a house for her children in the place where they get their college entrance exam results.
She doesn't think home is a good place, and that it would be best to develop outside.
What's more, if the children decide to return home to develop, the house outside can also be sold.
After four years, even if there is no subsequent surge, housing prices will definitely continue to rise.
Hua Wanchi had no time to feel how tense the atmosphere was.
Because she is still studying hard.
Oh, she has started primary school now.
Now I have to study day and night.
Who come save her!
Of course, since Hua Wanchi’s soul is not that of a real child after all, she is more relaxed in daytime classes.
At least it doesn’t matter whether she attends the class or not, she will know it anyway.
The homework is just sprinkling water.
However, although the elementary school curriculum was just playing house for Hua Wanchi, it did not prevent her from feeling hungry after a day of classes.
She didn't want to take food out of the space, after all, outside was not home.
Even in the most secluded place, who knows if anyone would notice her?
Anyway, she had enough money, so she could just find a stall on the street and buy some snacks.
Besides, she thinks that the food made on the street is more down-to-earth and tastes more delicious.
Fang Zhaozhao used to sell fried fruits in the commune. Now she has graduated from elementary school and is in junior high school.
After she stopped selling here, she sold the fried fruit recipe to someone else and received 100 yuan.
100 yuan is not a small amount of money, but the profit from selling fried fruits is more substantial.
Frying fried fruit is not difficult in itself, but Hua Ziqiang’s seasoning ratio and batter-mixing method are his unique secrets.
The ingredients are just those, but you just can’t fry up the right flavor and texture, and diners won’t buy it.
Moreover, this thing sells well. Fang Zhaozhao only sells it for an hour after school every day and still makes money.
Most people wouldn't sell for just one hour. Even if the cost wasn't as low as Fang Zhaozhao's, there was still a lot of profit to be made.
To put it bluntly, you can earn back the 100 yuan in a few months at most.
The commune has no shortage of poor people, but it also has no shortage of people with vision. Fang Zhaozhao wants to sell his secret recipe, and there are plenty of people who want to buy it.
Hua Ziqiang didn't mind. He didn't make money from this anyway, and other people selling in the commune didn't prevent Fang Zhaozhao from selling in the county town.
She also coaxed her mother into sponsoring some of her living expenses for junior high school, and kept most of the money she earned.
As if she wanted to compete with Fang Baogen, Zhao Tingnu's eyes turned red, and she had high hopes for every move from the other party.
"Your father won't support your education, but your mother will! Go and get into high school, and show them! My daughter is more useful than his son!"
So now the best seller of fried fruits in the commune is the person who bought Fang Zhaozhao’s secret recipe.
She is a middle-aged woman with nimble hands and feet. She is more efficient than Fang Zhao in frying fried fruits and her business is pretty good every day.
Hua Wanchi loved this, so he took Xiao Youzi to the fried fruit stall.
"Give me four fried fruits!"
"Okay, little girl, hold your fried fruit carefully, it's hot."
The fried fruit shop owner took the money, wrapped four fried fruits in newspaper and handed them to Hua Wanchi.
The fried fruit was freshly fried and was indeed a little hot, so Hua Wanchi and Xiao Youzi were not in a hurry to eat it.
The two returned to school and prepared to ride their bikes home.
Hua Wanchi's bicycle was parked next to Hua Qingping's. Hua Qingping specially said hello to prevent anyone from stealing the bicycle or doing something bad.
Hua Wanchi and Xiao Youzi walked to the bicycle shed and saw Hua Qingping unlocking his bicycle and preparing to ride home.
Hua Qingping glanced at her and said sourly, "Youyou, you really don't want to ride Daddy's bike. Do you want to ride Chi Chi's bike?"
Youyou blinked and said without hesitation: "I want to be with my sister."
In the morning, Hua Qingping helped Fang Zhaozhao deliver radishes on his bicycle. In the evening, he wanted to take Xiao Youzi back home, but Xiao Youzi was unwilling.
Because Hua Wanchi also has a bicycle, little Youzi is willing to stay with her sister.
Hua Wanchi laughed happily: "Uncle, don't be jealous! Come, have some fried fruit, it's delicious."
Hua Qingping snorted, and without being polite to her, he reached out and took one, put it in his mouth, took a step forward with his long legs, and rode away on his bicycle.
Hua Wanchi also got on his bike and said with a smile, "Youyou, sit tight, we're leaving too!"
Little Pomelo happily sat in the back seat: "Okay!"
As Hua Wanchi rode his bike with the breeze blowing in his face, he said, "In two months, my uncle will get admitted to university, and we probably won't see him anymore!"
As Xiao Youzi munched on some fried fruit, he said, "We'll go to college someday!"
"By the time we took the college entrance exam, my uncle would have already graduated!"
"Hey, Yuzu, what university do you want to go to?"
Little Pomelo was confused: "Huh? Isn't college just college?"
"There are so many universities, some good, some bad. Do you want to apply to a university in your province, a university on the coast, a university in the capital, or a university in the western region?"
Little Pomelo shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."
She thought about it and suddenly became confident: "Wherever you go, I'll go! Which university do you want to apply to?"
"I……"
Hua Wanchi was actually not sure either.
In her previous life, she went to a key university in her hometown province. In this life, she wanted to go to a 985 university, but there were no 211 and 985 projects at that time.
It would be too difficult for her to choose a school now.
The only ones she could think of were the two most famous ones in Beijing.
However, by the time she took the college entrance examination, it had already been reinstated for ten years, although the competition was not as fierce as it was in later generations.
But are those two universities in Beijing so easy to get into?
Even if the scores were as high as they were in later generations, these two universities were still far beyond the reach of countless other top scorers.
After thinking about it, Hua Wanchi said, "We'll talk about it when the time comes!"
She already has her own space, so what is there to be afraid of?
However, going to college in this life is just to fully experience the student life again.
With the space and the gold, she will never be able to spend it all in her lifetime.
Don't worry about finding a job.
After returning home, Hua Wanchi put down his schoolbag and entered the space.
This is the study time set for her by her ancestors.
Little Youzi brought two stools, one large and one small, and sat at the door to do his homework.
Although she doesn't look smart, she is actually quite intelligent and can understand what the teacher says after listening to it once.
These assignments are naturally no problem.
The college entrance examination is approaching, and the atmosphere at home is somewhat tense.
Wan Qingliu brought out the spirit of Hua Wanchi in her senior year of high school in her previous life, and cooked delicious meals in various ways at home to nourish the two candidates in her family.
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