She has plenty of money; there's nothing to worry about.
Once the allocation is received from above, construction can begin.
Song Qinghe thought to herself with delight, and even when she was reviewing, she felt more energetic.
Of course, she didn't know at the time that after Lu Jinguang came out, he specially asked Lu Youqian to carry the seed drill and double-wheeled double-furrow plow to the field, and then showed off and boasted about it.
It's almost as if they're saying Song Qinghe is a mortal, a reincarnation of a deity.
After sketching out a simple design, Song Qinghe focused on her studies. Soon, the exam would be tomorrow!
The next day, after Song Qinghe got up, she quickly checked the things she needed for the exam and headed to school.
As soon as she reached the village entrance, Lu Youqian greeted her from there.
"Song Zhiqing, the village chief said I should take you there!"
"This...isn't this inappropriate?"
Song Qinghe knew how much Lu Youqian valued that cow, and he would basically not send it out unless it was something important.
Lu Youqian chuckled sheepishly, "What's wrong with that? You're a hero of our village, come on, come on!"
"If you walk to school at this time, it will take more than an hour, and you won't be able to take the exam."
Song Qinghe thought about it and realized that made sense.
She didn't think that going to school would interfere with her exams, but it would drain her energy.
And if something unexpected happens on the way, it will be troublesome.
It's better to get on the bus quickly.
Lu Youqian didn't hesitate. After Song Qinghe was settled, he drove her leisurely towards the school.
When I arrived at the school gate, there were already quite a few people there to take the exam.
This was all within Song Qinghe's expectations; being a teacher is a good job, and there must be quite a few people watching.
Lu Jinguang could only bring himself to register; he couldn't help with anything else.
Fortunately, Song Qinghe had made ample preparations and was not nervous at all when she went in with her ID.
Once inside, a teacher came over to check their names and then led them to the examination room to take the exam.
There was no interaction throughout the entire process; there were far more applicants than available positions, and everyone was a competitor.
Who has the leisure to talk to the people around them? It's not like they have nothing better to do.
When Song Qinghe sat down in the examination room, she let out a soft breath, appearing calm and composed.
After the test papers were handed out, I first glanced at them and looked at the types of questions.
The question types were fairly standard, with nothing particularly innovative or unusual.
That's true; these things in this era tend to be rigid and formulaic.
Nobody is going to be unconventional or boldly innovative for no reason. If an innovation is poorly executed, it can easily backfire and ruin your life.
After a quick glance, Song Qinghe had a general idea of what was going on, and the first thing she did was write down her name.
This is very important; otherwise, you'll end up with all the questions buried in the shadows.
I don't even know who got all the points.
Song Qinghe always did this in all her exams, big and small: after writing her name, she would concentrate on answering the questions.
Even the most difficult questions in elementary school Chinese can't be too hard.
Moreover, Song Qinghe had been preparing for this period of time, so answering these questions was a piece of cake for her.
It was done in almost no time.
When Song Qinghe finished, only half an hour of the two-hour exam had passed, and she even had time to carefully check the exam paper three times.
After confirming that there were no problems, I closed my eyes and rested for a while.
About half an hour later, the whistle for handing in the exam finally rang out in the exam room.
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