Beauty tea

Song Shixia and Ji Weiqing went upstairs. The neighbor next door came to visit and leaned against the kitchen door to chat with Han Rong.

"I heard that your daughter-in-law is going to take the college entrance examination?"

Han Rong paused while rolling the dough in her hands: "You have a pair of thousand-li ears."

"It's because your old man was showing off in the yard, and Yu Fang heard it and told me."

Han Rong smiled without even looking up and said, "My daughter-in-law is so young and with a high school diploma, it's easy to find a job for her. She doesn't have to go to college."

The neighbor laughed and said, "I told you, can you get into a university just by thinking about it? If it were that easy, there wouldn't be college students everywhere!"

Han Rong did not respond. She said that she did not want to go to college because she did not want to put pressure on her daughter-in-law. But in the eyes of her neighbors, it meant that she could not pass the entrance exam.

Han Rong was too lazy to explain, so she let her think whatever she wanted. Last time, her neighbors were saying that her daughter-in-law was pregnant, and she had to explain it with great effort to clear it up. If she said that her daughter-in-law wanted to go to college, who knows what version of the story would be spread out, and she would be laughed at for nothing.

Song Shixia lived in Ji Weiqing's room. Ji Weiqing helped her pack the clothes out of the suitcase and put them into the closet. She sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs to supervise.

Ji Weiqing put her underwear on top, with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Why did you only bring two pieces of clothing?" He remembered that the closet at home was full of her skirts, and she even wanted to turn the attic into a dressing room.

Song Shixia said as a matter of course: "I'm going to class, not to participate in a beauty contest, so I just need enough clothes to change."

When she was in school, students had to wear baggy school uniforms, unless they were allowed to wear private clothes during some activities. Female classmates competed with each other to be more attractive, wearing dresses and gowns like princesses, but she herself looked out of place in her white short-sleeved shirt and jeans.

I only brought two sets of clothes, and what if my nice clothes got dirty or torn? It would be better to wear something simple, just for class.

Song Shixia deliberately asked him: "Are you embarrassed by my ordinary clothes?"

Ji Weiqing was embarrassed by her question, "That's not what I meant."

Seeing his big reaction, she smiled wickedly: "I'm just kidding you, am I that scary?"

Ji Weiqing changed the subject: "Will it be not enough to wear only two pieces of clothes?"

"If you don't have enough clothes, just buy new ones. Do you think I'm wasting money by always buying new clothes?" She only has two autumn coats, and she feels uncomfortable with the thick sweater she wears underneath because it's too tight around her neck.

"No, buy it if you like it." Ji Weiqing fled in panic, fearing that he would say something wrong and make her angry and have to coax her again.

In order to thank her elder sister for the valuable wool coat she gave her, Song Shixia specially made beauty tea and preserved fruits to express her gratitude.

Regardless of the price, such fashionable wool coats are not sold in shopping malls. They are all sent from other places through connections and money.

Because it is a gift box, each type of tea is in a small jar, and there are six kinds of beauty tea in one gift box.

Rose tea whitens and improves complexion, double ginseng and red date tea refreshes the mind and fights aging, jasmine tea calms the nerves, rose honey tea promotes metabolism and reduces fat, honeysuckle tea reduces internal heat, removes acne and improves skin quality, and chrysanthemum tea relieves visual fatigue and prevents vision deterioration.

The tea in this set is enough for one year's use. They are all beauty-enhancing teas that Song Shixia has tailor-made for his elder sister based on her personal situation.

Compared with the value of two wool coats, these tea leaves seem insignificant.

Preserved fruits are seasonal fruits that are baked in a bakery by Song Shixia. No extra sugar or honey is added, so middle-aged and elderly people can eat more of them without exceeding the sugar limit.

Song Shixia put the things on the desk. She had not been to her eldest sister's house yet. She would wait for her eldest sister to come over and give her the things.

The alarm clock rang tirelessly, Song Shixia turned it off and continued to sleep until there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Xiao Song, are you awake yet?"

Song Shixia woke up instantly. She threw back the quilt and sat up, raising her voice to reply to her mother-in-law outside the door.

"I'm up and getting dressed."

"I've bought breakfast. Remember to go downstairs and eat."

Song Shixia hurriedly put on her clothes and tied her hair into a simple and neat ponytail.

She knew something was wrong, and finally she remembered why she had to go back to school in the fall and winter! She couldn't even get up in the morning!

Especially in a few days, it will be the beginning of winter. Will she be able to get up then? She is reluctant to leave such a warm bed.

While brushing her teeth, Song Shixia decided to report to school and attend classes for only one week, and then immediately apply to go home to study on her own.

She was wearing a tweed jacket that you can see everywhere on the street, and underneath it was a knitted orange pullover with thick yarn. This color only looks bright on her because she has fair skin. If you have slightly dark skin, it will look dark on you.

She went out with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She had a class in Chinese, math and English in the morning, an exam in the afternoon, and a paper review tomorrow morning. She learned that high school is a two-year system, elementary school is a five-year system, and only junior high school is a three-year system.

It takes 20 minutes by bus to get to school, which is not very close, but it is very convenient that the bus can go directly there.

Song Shixia met a group of energetic high school students at the school gate, and her clothes perfectly blended in with the group of students. The school does not force students to wear uniforms, and not every family has extra money to buy school uniforms.

Song Shixia also saw students wearing fashionable clothes. Anyone wearing bell-bottom pants and a jacket must be a young person with a dream of fashion.

The school uniform of No. 9 Middle School is pure blue, and the school does not force students to buy it, so Song Shixia saved the money. Anyway, she does not need to participate in group activities, so it is useless to buy it.

She went to the office to find Teacher Meng who had just arrived at school, and went to the classroom together.

Meng Ru held the cup and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten. My mother-in-law brought me breakfast."

Meng Ru has been in frequent contact with Ji Ran recently, and finally learned about Song Shixia's situation and realized that she had misunderstood her before.

"That's good. If you haven't eaten yet, come to my office after your morning self-study."

Song Shixia remembered that she had to do morning exercises at the morning self-study meeting in high school, and she didn't want to participate in either the radio gymnastics or the running exercises.

Fortunately, Meng Ru said to her: "You are new to school, so you must not be used to it. Just watch them do morning exercises for a few days."

Song Shixia was delighted: "I was just worrying about this. It would be so embarrassing to stand there motionless."

"It's okay. When winter comes, we won't have to do radio gymnastics. We'll just run every morning."

Song Shixia felt a lump in her heart and she must leave school before the morning exercise.

The classroom is very old-fashioned. The desks and chairs are shared by two people, especially the long benches.

No. 9 Middle School is a new school. The classrooms have double-colored walls that are white on top and green on the bottom. The windows are folding windows with green wooden frames, and there are three-blade ceiling fans hanging on the roof.

Meng Ru introduced at the podium: "This is our new classmate Song Shixia."

The seats in the class were separated by gender, and she let Song Shixia sit with a girl who didn't have a deskmate.

Several boys sitting in the back row of the classroom were whispering to each other. Without exception, they were all dressed very fashionably.

The man with hair gel on his head and a cool hairstyle stared at Song Shixia closely: "Brother Bai, isn't this the woman we saw having dinner with Teacher Meng a few days ago?"

The man called Brother Bai was wearing a leather jacket and bell-bottom pants, with hair gelled in his hair. He looked like a troublemaker who was not to be messed with.

Bai Qiurui raised her eyelids and glanced at the transfer student.

"Tsk, you bumpkin."

Li Jianan reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

"Not that rustic, just average, and pretty."

The other two people started to make a noise: "Hey hey hey, Li Jianan, you're attracted to her!"

Li Jianan waved his hands randomly: "Don't talk nonsense, I am just appreciating it! Do you understand?"

Song Shixia casually glanced at the students at the back of the classroom, then quickly turned around and sat down, fearing that they would see that she couldn't hold back her laughter.

That guy's hairstyle is so funny, like an upside-down broom, and he keeps smearing hair gel on his head as if it were free.

In a previous TV series, there was a character who was a lucky charmer, and the boy who kept staring at her had the same hairstyle as the lucky charmer.

The hairstyles of the other two guys were equally non-mainstream. On the contrary, the guy in the leather jacket just slicked his hair back to look a little more normal. It was obvious that he had watched Hong Kong movies and was imitating Chow Yun-fat.

"Do you have a textbook?" came the weak voice of my deskmate.

Song Shixia smiled at her: "Thank you, I brought it."

She glanced at her deskmate's name, Liu Zhaodi.

"No, you're welcome."

Since her deskmate seemed to be very socially anxious, Song Shixia didn't bother her.

In the first class, Song Shixia was still a little behind the progress, mainly because the teaching method at that time was different from the later ones. The teacher was eager to break down each formula into 1+1 and explain it.

This is easy to understand. In this era, there is a shortage of teachers and the education levels in many places are uneven, so there are also differences among the students who are admitted.

This is Song Shixia's most intuitive feeling, just like her desk mate is listening to the lecture very seriously, but the teacher puts the exercises on the blackboard, and the desk mate is scratching her ears and cheeks and can't figure it out.

Song Shixia flipped through the textbook, and the knowledge in her memory gradually came back to her. She practiced it on the draft paper, and the familiar feel returned.

She pointed to the example question and said, "You need to find the equation of the parabola. The solutions to these two questions are actually the same."

Unexpectedly, my deskmate thanked me in a panic as if he was frightened.

Her reaction confused Song Shixia.

Song Shixia didn't care and her eyes accidentally met the math teacher's.

"Hey, classmate, is there something you didn't understand?" Teacher Meng said to a unfamiliar face that there was a transfer student in the class and asked them to help guide the student.

Song Shixia shook her head: "No, I figured it out and am waiting for the teacher to check the answer."

The math teacher nodded and said, "Since you have figured it out, can you please come up and write down your solution? It's okay if it's wrong."

After the teacher said this, Song Shixia's excuses for refusal were blocked.

She could only go up to solve the problem. She hadn't practiced writing on the blackboard for a long time, but fortunately her handwriting was not too ugly and could be barely seen.

The math teacher praised me from behind.

“Your handwriting is beautiful.”

Song Shixia finished writing the problem-solving process.

"Okay, go down."

The math teacher thought Song Shixia had made a mistake the first time he looked at it, but when he looked at it again he found that she had simply changed her way of thinking about the problem, which was even more concise than his own explanation.

He then turned his attention back to the new transfer student in the class.

"Where did you study before?"

Song Shixia: "I have been studying at home."

"I see that your way of solving problems is different from that in the textbook. Do you have a teacher at home?"

Song Shixia: "There are two teachers in my family."

The math teacher asked her to sit down.

It turns out that she is a good candidate. With two teachers at home to personally tutor her, her foundation should not be bad.

The group of scoundrels in the back row were still scratching their heads over how to solve the first step, while the transfer student had already done it a second time on the blackboard.

Li Jianan threw away his pen and complained: "I didn't expect that this country bumpkin classmate has such a smart mind."

Zheng Shengli, the second type of sweeping star, suddenly had a bad idea in his mind.

"The transfer student has good grades. We are taking the midterm exam in the same exam room, so why not let her pass us the answers."

The other two had ulterior motives, and Bai Qiurui sneered.

"If you want to go, you guys go. Teacher Meng is here to protect them. I don't want to ask the parents."

Zheng Shengli rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Bai, didn't your dad say that he would buy you a motorcycle if you did well in the midterm exam? You can't miss such a good opportunity."

Wen Changhua also said: "Brother Bai, that's a motorcycle. It would be so cool if you had a motorcycle."

I wanted to tell you something, but I forgot. I'll tell you when I remember it.

I remembered that the future previews include ancient farming, modern cultivation farming, apocalypse farming, and ancient zombie farming. I don’t know which one you want to read. I’ll write the previews when the time comes.

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