The first person to quarrel over the telegram

County high school.

At noon on the second day after digging Huangjing, Shen Roujiao came to the county post office with money and remitted the 3,500 yuan allocated to Zhou Huaiyue to him. Because she was not short of money, she chose the fastest way to remit the money, which would arrive the next day.

The number of words in a telegram was limited, so Shen Roujiao specially wrote an expedited letter, recording the origin of the account in detail, making every item clear and understandable.

It is not difficult to make money in business, but it is difficult to share the money.

In the letter, Shen Roujiao not only listed the logic and accounts of the money distribution, but also made it clear how to arrange the remaining 50%. At the same time, she emphasized that although Brother Huzi was currently in charge of the technical guidance of the herbal medicine purchasing station, she still left Zhou Huaiyue with 5% of the shares.

What does it mean?

Even if he returned to the capital, as long as the medicine business made money, Zhou Huaiyue could still get the money for free. With a constant network of contacts, business could follow him to the capital.

Shen Roujiao read the letter twice. She was very satisfied with it. She felt that everything that needed to be said had been said and the money that needed to be divided had been divided.

However, she did not expect that Zhou Huaiyue's face turned blue with anger when he held the remittance telegram.

Too much money!

So many that he was scared.

If it was a hundred or so yuan, Zhou Huaiyue would be happy all day. It meant Shen Roujiao was thinking about him and knew that he would need money a lot when he was away from home. She let him use it for emergencies.

If Secretary Wu hadn't forced a hundred yuan on him before he left, he would have had very little left with the twenty yuan in his pocket.

But 3500 means something different.

It means that the partners share the money!

When Zhou Huaiyue saw this number, he felt terrible and his heart sank. He didn't need to think too much to know that Shen Roujiao had settled all the bills according to some crappy share method.

She didn't need him, didn't need him as a master.

"Son, who gave you so much money?" Zhou's father was shocked when he saw the number on Zhou Huaiyue's telegram. His work points for a month were only five yuan, plus the subsidy for private teachers that the village chief helped him apply for, which was only eight yuan in total.

Zhou Chuzhuo, who was born into a family of calligraphy and painting, had never suffered from being penniless before. However, after being sent down to the countryside for reform, he realized how difficult it was to be penniless. Especially during the time when his waist was injured, he was not allowed to see a doctor even though he had no money. The pain was so severe that Zhou Chuzhuo could not sleep all night. The only way left for him was to grit his teeth and endure.

Seeing such a huge amount now, I am really shocked, not to mention that it is sent to my own son.

Before Zhou Huaiyue could reply, Zhou's father's eyes had already landed on the girl's name, "Shen, Rou, Jiao, is this the girl you are talking about?"

"No, it's someone I do business with." Zhou Huaiyue folded the remittance slip tightly together, without a trace of smile on his face.

I couldn't laugh. All I could think about at the moment was: Shen Roujiao doesn't want him anymore.

"Business? You can do business?" If someone said his son had the talent to study medicine and paint, he would believe it! But as for business, he would be lucky if he didn't lose money. When Zhou Huaiyue was a child, he once traded ginseng for a wooden toy gun.

"She's the one who knows how to run the business. I'm only responsible for digging for medicinal herbs." He snorted coldly, sat back at the dining table, and forced two mouthfuls of food into his mouth, chewing it very hard, as if he had a grudge against the food.

Zhou Chuzhuo realized that something was wrong with his son. If others saw so much money, they would be so happy, but he looked uglier than crying. "I didn't expect digging herbs to make so much money. Your friend Shen must have a big business!"

The temptation to hint at something is to try to figure out the truth of the incident.

Having no appetite and unable to eat, Zhou Huaiyue put down his bowl and chopsticks and said in a strange tone, "She is the only one who can make money by selling it." Who else but her would dare to sell herbs that have not been dug out.

It clearly sounds like a forced compliment, but it also reveals sadness, reluctance, and a rare appreciation.

After all, Zhou Huaiyue had never praised any other girl except the one mentioned above, who was a perfect match for him, because she was smart, beautiful and especially good at writing.

"What a pity!" Father Zhou picked up the noodle soup, gulped down a few mouthfuls, picked up a piece of alfalfa with chopsticks, and said slowly under his son's puzzled gaze: "You already have your match made in heaven, so don't think about this Miss Shen anymore."

Hit the nail on the head!

Zhou Huaiyue raised his head suddenly, his face flushed red, and he opened and closed his mouth again and again, choking and unable to utter a single word. After a long while, he replied indifferently, "I only love making money, I don't miss her."

The tone of her voice was full of disdain, but Father Zhou could tell that she was trying to cover up something. It turned out that the girl was called Shen Roujiao, and she was not only good at writing, but also good at making money.

She sounds pretty and smart, she must be a good girl.

…

A few hours later, Zhou Huaiyue, who was full of anger, sent a telegram to Shen Roujiao before getting off work at the Ping'an County Post and Telecommunications Bureau: Shen, Rou, Jiao, what do you mean?

One character costs 1.5 cents, and there are 12 characters in total including punctuation marks, so the total is 1.8 yuan.

The staff looked at Zhou Huaiyue in disbelief, and repeatedly asked him if he really wanted to send this telegram.

Because he was the first person to send a telegram to start a quarrel.

However, Zhou Huaiyue nodded firmly. The staff advised him to delete a few unnecessary commas, but he not only did not delete them, but added two more, which doubled his anger.

The telegram was sent, and when Shen Roujiao received it, it was already noon the next day. At that time, she had just prepared a meal for Gu Changgeng who had a broken bone.

"Here, the fried potatoes, tofu, rice, and cabbage soup you asked for." Shen Roujiao held an aluminum lunch box in one hand and an enamel pot in the other, placed them in front of Gu Changgeng, and considerately helped him wipe the chopsticks clean.

Gu Changgeng took the chopsticks with his right hand and said, "Thank you, senior." What a sweet talk.

"Roujiao, there's a telegram for you in the school communication room." The female classmate from the dormitory walked into the cafeteria with an enamel bowl, and saw the word "fracture" written on the plaster of the junior's arm. She wished that the whole world would know that he was sick.

"Telegram?" So fast? She sent it on Monday, and received a call back on Wednesday. Master Zhou must be very happy, as he responded so quickly.

"Yes, the class has been notified and you are asked to go get it." The female student poked the plaster on Gu Changgeng's left hand with her finger. It was hard and real. Everyone was saying that he pretended to have a broken bone to avoid the upcoming large-scale labor to dig a reservoir.

"Then you eat first, junior. I'll be back after getting the telegram." Shen Roujiao pushed the enamel pot filled with cabbage soup towards him.

"Then go quickly and come back soon. I'll wait for you." Gu Changgeng became even more cute after he fell ill.

After watching the senior leave, junior Gu, who was eating with his head down, sat down opposite to someone.

Soon, a cold, accusing voice came over, "You are sick, and you can't call Shen Roujiao like this. Can you stay away from her? This will have a bad influence on her." These words sounded like they implied that Gu Changgeng was "sick."

"Pah!" He slammed his chopsticks heavily on the table. He looked up and saw a fair-skinned and handsome boy. He was the one who sent the letter and chased him away. His name was Duan something. "Student Duan, what do you mean by a bad influence?"

Duan Baisheng had run into him and Shen Roujiao together three times recently, especially after Gu's arm was injured. They even appeared at the same time when they were having dinner, which made people doubt their relationship.

"What else can you say? Students should focus on their studies. You're hanging around Shen Roujiao like this, which shows that you have improper thoughts." Duan Baisheng said it very subtly, almost saying explicitly that they were in love.

"Surround? Classmate Duan, if I surround Senior Sister Shen because she has good handwriting and I am learning calligraphy from her and working hard to improve myself, would that still be considered as not doing my job properly?" The puppy also howled when he got angry.

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"She actually agreed to teach you how to write?" Shen Roujiao's handwriting was good, and everyone in the school knew it. Duan Baisheng had always wanted to learn how to write from her, but she refused. Now, what he hadn't done, was done by the person in front of him.

"Maybe, I worked harder!" Gu Changgeng proudly raised his plastered arm and pointed to the word 'fracture' on it, meaning that he had worked so hard that he broke his bone.

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The price is really not low!

The broken bone made Duan Baisheng speechless for a long time. Gu picked up the chopsticks again, raised his eyebrows impatiently, and said with a curled mouth: "I want to eat, please make way."

Unexpectedly, Duan Baisheng suddenly stood up, leaned over the dining table, came close to him, and said persistently: "Are you pretending to be pitiful? Is she willing to teach you because she is soft-hearted?"

!

Sure enough, everyone thought he was pretending to be sick.

"You're the one pretending!" He used his plastered arm to bang hard on the edge of the table, making a loud "duangduang" sound. As a result, he hit the broken bone very hard. Gu Changgeng's face twitched in pain immediately. His expression was horrible and painful, and it looked like the real thing.

"What are you doing?" A female classmate of Shen Roujiao's dormitory, after finishing her meal, turned around and saw this scene of suicide, and immediately stepped forward to stop it.

Gu Changgeng cried out in pain and pointed at Duan Baisheng and complained, "He bullied me."

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"He wants to prove his innocence. It has nothing to do with me." Duan Baisheng really didn't expect that his junior fellow student would be so stupid and so cruel to him.

The piercing pain in his arm became more and more obvious. Gu Changgeng covered the cracked plaster with his hand. The pain on his face was real and his lips were purple. The classmates who were watching the excitement came over and saw that something was wrong. They found that he was not joking.

"Go to the county hospital!"

…

Outside the school communication room, Shen Roujiao opened the telegram and was stunned when she saw the content: Shen, Roujiao!! What do you mean?

?

How can this telegram send voice messages?

Shen Roujiao became nervous when she heard Zhou Huaiyue calling her by her full name. She was inexplicably nervous. Master Zhou's icy face immediately appeared in front of her. Damn, she made a mistake again!

Wuwuwu, the master is so difficult to deal with. The baby is so sad.

"Shen Roujiao!" The voice behind her was extremely anxious. Her back felt cold due to conditioned reflex. A female classmate from the dormitory ran over like a sprint, put her hand on her shoulder, and said while panting: "That junior, his arm is really broken. The monitor of his class is taking him to the county hospital. Do you want to go and see him?"

?

Didn’t he just break a bone?

Another fracture?

"Broken bone?" Shen Roujiao's mind was still in a state of freeze when she asked, because she didn't understand what it meant at all.

"That kid broke his arm at the dining table. He's a ruthless person!" The classmate added with a hint of praise.

What the hell?

I really have a serious illness.

An evil master and an evil disciple, Shen Roujiao wants to be a rat!