There was firewood at home, which was bought by Zhou Lanping from others. It was very cheap and piled up in a pile. On weekdays, the family did not use firewood. Just as Liu Jing said just now, Zhou Lanping was popular. When the stove went out, she rarely lit a fire herself. She would take a new coal ball to others to exchange for it. People would be willing to give it to her even if they had burned half of it.
So all the firewood was left here, and since the firewood had been left here for a long time, it was very dry and very easy to light.
Liu Jing took some firewood and put it in the stove. She arranged the firewood with certain gaps between them so that the fire could easily come into contact with the air and be easily ignited.
She took the matches beside her and quickly lit a fire. She sat there waiting for the coal balls to light up. She waited for about half an hour. By the time she cooked a bowl of noodles for herself and brought it out, an hour had passed and she was so hungry that her stomach was sticking to her back.
This bowl of noodles did not have too many seasonings, just a little salt and a few vegetables, but she ate it with great relish, drinking up both the noodles and the soup. After her stomach was full, she felt a sense of satisfaction that was better than any other delicacies.
After sealing the stove, Liu Jing returned to her room. Without the clothes, she suddenly felt that the whole room seemed brighter and not as crowded as before.
She took out all the money she earned from selling clothes today, a total of 1,900 yuan, and added the nearly 1,000 yuan she found in her schoolbag, cabinets, and drawers, she now had 3,000 yuan in her hands.
Three thousand yuan may seem like a lot, but in her opinion, it is very little, because the things she wants to buy are a bit expensive, so this money is still far from enough. Moreover, after selling these clothes, she will not be able to make money anymore. As a junior high school student, how can she have the ability to support herself? She still has to rely on her mother for support.
So how can they live a better life? She doesn't know, she can't think of it, and she doesn't know which lottery number will win. She also doesn't know when she will dig up treasures or where she will meet noble people. So the money now is really important to her, so important that she wants to sell her hair.
With a sigh, she put all the money in the cabinet. She did not regret being reborn at this time, when it was time for her to return to her mother, instead of staying at the Xu family. Even though she knew that if she stayed at the Xu family, she might bring back more things, she was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable if she really brought them back.
It would be better if she, the trash thrown out by the Xu family, were selling these clothes that were regarded as trash by others.
But who says that garbage can only be garbage and cannot be turned into treasure?
She clenched her hands, stood up with a whoosh, closed the door and ran out of the tube building. When she came back, she was holding a bunch of things in her arms, including needles, thread and scissors.
Then he sat on the wooden chair and began to take apart, cut, and mend the pile of clothes.
When Zhou Lanping came back again, another table of food was ready, including smashed cucumbers, stir-fried shredded potatoes, braised meatballs, and a serving of braised pork ribs.
In fact, Zhou Lanping has always had a special liking for braised food and likes to eat it very much. However, she rarely has the opportunity to go out to restaurants, so she rarely gets to eat authentic braised food.
But she remembered all those smells, all in her heart and on her taste buds, so her sense of smell, which was better than a dog's, made her swallow her saliva.
It smells so good!
Coincidentally, Liu Liang came out of the small kitchen with two bowls of rice in her hands. Zhou Lanping hurried over and took them, saying, "Let mom do these things in the future. Be careful not to burn your hands."
Oh, Zhou Lanping seemed to have thought of something. She suddenly turned her head and asked Liu Liang with some suspicion.
"Jingjing, does middle school finish school early now? Why are you back so early?"
“It’s always early.”
Liu Jing was already sitting at the table and replied casually, "I just don't feel like playing right now. I like cooking."
Sure enough, Zhou Lanping had no doubts. Not to mention middle school, those naughty kids in her class just played every day. She didn't know how many times their parents had called them. Besides, she was a teacher and would come home later than the students, so it was normal for Liu Liang to go home earlier than her.
Of course, she never expected that Liu Jing didn't go to school at all, and the head teacher was happy that she didn't go to school. She was eager for Liu Jing, this bad apple, to be kicked out of her class so that she wouldn't drag down the class and lower the overall score of the class. So it didn't matter whether she came or not. It was better without her anyway. Of course, it was impossible for a teacher to make a home visit just for a poor student.
If she had this time, she would rather look at the top students in her class a few more times and eat a few more bites of rice.
Just looking at Liu Liang's face made her vomit so many times out of disgust.
So whether Liu Jing goes to school or not, probably in the short term, as long as she doesn’t say it herself, no one will know.
Zhou Lanping ate the meal cooked by her daughter with satisfaction, and she really felt that her life was complete. There were only a few people in this world who, as a mother, could eat the meal cooked by her daughter, and it was so delicious.
She was enjoying her meal and feeling good about herself, when there was a knock on the door.
Who is this?
Zhou Lanping stood up immediately while thinking about it and went to open the door. When the door opened, Granny Wang was standing outside awkwardly with an embarrassed look on her face.
"Teacher Zhou, are you eating?"
"Yes." Zhou Lanping pointed inside, "My wife Jingjing made it. We can eat it as soon as we get home." But now when she talked about Liu Jing, the corners of her mouth could not fall down, and a hint of pride could be heard everywhere in her voice.
"Jingjing did it."
Granny Wang’s eyes were always looking at the table. Standing at the door, she knew what was on the table at a glance. Moreover, how could there be such a big difference in the taste of the same rice and the same dishes?
"Auntie Wang, come and eat with us."
Zhou Lanping politely invited Grandma Wang in.
“No, no.”
Granny Wang quickly shook her hands. How could she be so bold as to eat in someone else's home?
"Lan Ping, um, let me tell you something." Grandma Zhang took a long time to finally utter these words.
"What is it? Tell me."
Zhou Lanping always smiles. We are all neighbors. If there is anything I can do to help, I will definitely help. As long as she can do it, I will help without hesitation.
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