Xiaowangzhuang.
Wang Peng was lying in bed reading a book.
School has already started summer vacation, and his cousin and her husband have gone back to the provincial capital, leaving him alone at home.
The sound of a motorcycle could be heard outside.
Wang Peng put on his shoes, got out of bed, walked to the door of the main room, and saw Xu Rong getting out of the car.
"Auntie, has the goods been delivered?"
"It's delivered." Xu Rong took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the sweat from her face.
"Xiao Peng, I just filled up with twenty yuan worth of gasoline, and there's also two hundred and thirty yuan for the goods." She took out a wad of cash and handed it to Wang Peng.
Three convenience stores ordered goods at the same time, so a truckload was delivered to them.
Wang Peng counted the payment and found the amount to be correct.
He took out 270 yuan from his pocket, making up 500 yuan.
"Auntie, this is your work from last month."
"Huh?" Xu Rong hesitated to answer, then said, "Xiao Peng, we agreed on a monthly salary of four hundred, why did you give me an extra hundred?"
"This hundred is for the car rental fee," Wang Peng said with a smile. "I'm using your car, so of course I have to pay the rental fee."
"Take it." Wang Peng stuffed the money directly into Xu Rong's hand.
In fact, Wang Peng used a car once last month.
I gave Xu Rong an extra 100 yuan, firstly because her business was getting better and better, and secondly because Xu Rong was very capable.
She not only delivers goods to customers in the county town, but also drives her motorcycle to deliver goods to the countryside.
The furthest customer in the countryside is more than 20 miles from the county seat.
"Xiaopeng, you don't need to pity me." Xu Rong's eyes were filled with tears. "Once your uncle gets out, my family's life will be better."
“I visited him in prison yesterday, and he said he would reform himself and strive to make meritorious contributions.”
"He also said he would try his best to get a reduced sentence and personally send Mengjiao to university."
At this point, Xu Rong burst into tears.
"Sigh!" Wang Peng smiled wryly, "Auntie, don't get upset, things will get better."
“It’s all his fault for being greedy. I’ve told him so many times not to show pornographic videos, but he never listens,” Xu Rong cried.
After a long while, she finally stopped crying.
Wiping away her tears, she felt a little embarrassed. "Xiaopeng, I'm sorry you had to see me like this."
“Auntie,” Wang Peng said with a serious expression, “look ahead, things will get better.”
"Okay!" Xu Rong nodded emphatically. "Xiao Peng, I'm going to buy meat to make dumplings. We'll go to my house for dinner later."
"Okay, go home and rest," Wang Peng said.
Xu Rong is gone.
Wang Peng continued reading martial arts novels.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Li Mengjiao came with a bowl of dumplings.
"Brother Peng, eat them while they're hot." She placed the dumplings on the table.
"You could have just called me, why did you bring it all over?" Wang Peng said with a smile.
"Eat up," Li Mengjiao said, handing him chopsticks. "My mom asked me to bring you food."
"How is Aunt Xu feeling? Is she alright?" Wang Peng asked.
"I feel much better. We were just watching cartoons together." Li Mengjiao pulled up a stool and sat down.
Cabbage and pork dumplings are Wang Peng's favorite.
He finished eating in one go, rubbed his belly, and got up to go wash the dishes in the yard.
"Brother Peng, which university are you planning to apply to?" Li Mengjiao suddenly asked.
Wang Peng was taken aback.
In a few days, school will start, and I will officially become a senior high school student, facing the college entrance examination directly.
In my past life, I didn't go to university, but my wife went to a university in the provincial capital.
"Brother Peng, which university does Sister Mingzhu want to go to?" Li Mengjiao asked again.
“Her?” Wang Peng laughed. “With her current grades, she can probably get into the art department of a provincial university.”
During her two semesters in the second year of high school, Li Mingzhu spent most of her time on painting.
His painting skills have improved dramatically, and he has already gained some fame in the provincial capital.
I go to school in the morning and ride my tricycle to People's Park to set up a street stall in the afternoon.
I sell my own paintings and now I draw sketches for clients, which earns me some pocket money each month.
His academic performance plummeted.
Her parents have given up their hopes that their daughter would become successful and are now giving her full support for her painting career.
Thinking of this, Wang Peng couldn't help but smile.
"Mengjiao, with your current grades, you're sure to get into a good university, maybe even Tsinghua or Peking University."
"Keep it up," Wang Peng said, giving her a thumbs up.
"Brother Peng," Li Mengjiao suddenly said, a little hesitantly, "you can start dating once you get to college, right?"
"Huh?" Wang Peng was immediately amused by her. "You can date even if you don't go to college, like me."
"What does it feel like to be in a relationship?" Li Mengjiao asked softly, blushing. "I'm asking you seriously."
"You'll understand when you get to college and have a boyfriend," Wang Peng said, both amused and exasperated. "I can't really explain what it feels like."
A few days later, school started, and Wang Peng devoted most of his energy to his studies.
The stationery business was entirely handled by Xu Rong.
Xu Rong is an honest and hardworking person, and her business is thriving.
Turnover is also increasing.
By the first semester of his senior year of high school, Wang Peng's monthly profit had reached 1,000 yuan, making him the largest stationery wholesaler in the county.
By the time the college entrance examination was approaching, Wang Peng had saved 30,000 yuan.
On July 1, 1995, the school organized all senior high school students to fill out their college application forms.
The current college entrance examination system is a bit of a trap. You have to apply for universities first, and then take the exam.
Universities admit students based on their college entrance examination scores.
If you don't pass the exam, you'll most likely have to repeat a year.
Wang Peng filled in his name, gender, and other basic information on the application form.
My first choice is Tsinghua University's School of Business Administration.
My second choice was the Business Administration College of the Provincial University.
If I want to do business in the future, I'll definitely need to study business administration.
After reviewing Wang Peng's application, Li Mengjiao filled in the same application on her own application form.
"Xiaopeng, Mengjiao," Chen Qingshu said, "Let me see your application forms."
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