Sun Baoquan is leaving tomorrow. This time I mainly came to see him off.
Shen Shaohong will also come here early today. It is not safe for Han Yuanfang to go back if it is too late.
When checking the accounts, Han Yuanfang had a smile on her face when she saw the numbers on the accounts.
Du Qiran has arranged for thirty people to make skirts. This time Sun Baoquan will go back with 500 pieces.
Shen Shaohong arrived at the garment factory at three o'clock.
The four of them chatted in the office, all looking forward to a bright future.
It was getting late, Han Yuanfang took out one thousand yuan, and Shen Shaohong also took out one thousand yuan.
"Uncle Sun, this is the intention of both of us. Although it is far behind what you paid, please accept it."
Sun Baoquan smiled, "Boss Ji pays wages here, but you two have to pay separately. I've made a lot of money this time."
He didn't refuse, and now both of them were relieved.
"Uncle Sun, you have helped us so much. Without you, I would have taken many detours."
Han Yuanfang said this, which made Sun Baoquan feel very submissive.
Everyone likes money. But sometimes just a few words can warm a person's heart.
"Girl, I am willing to take care of you. If you need Uncle Sun in the future, you can come to me."
"Definitely, I will definitely trouble Uncle Sun when the time comes."
"Okay, I'll accept the money. Yuanfang, go back. It's too late. I'm taking the bus tomorrow morning. You two are busy and have exams, so you don't need to send me off."
"Okay, Uncle Sun, wait until I have time to see you."
"Okay, I'm waiting for you."
After saying a few more words, the two left together.
"By the way, can you get the papers for your exam?"
"What? Don't tell me that you have learned the same progress as me?"
"I'm self-taught, so I don't know what it's like? By the way, I want to study literature. If I can find your final exam papers, can you get them for me in arts and sciences?"
"No problem, I'll get them all for you after the exam."
"Okay, I'm leaving."
On Sunday, the friends came here every day during school hours, and Han Yuanfang did not complain about them. This time, she summarized liberal arts for them.
I saw that the books of several male classmates had no book covers, but I was even more stunned when I saw that there was not a single word inside.
Han Dongmei and the others laughed secretly, and some of the boys blushed a little.
They were very attentive all morning.
"If you have always been this motivated, why worry about it now."
"Start working hard next semester."
"Okay, let's all go home and come back after dinner."
Grandpa Han has already come over with dumplings. In the old man's heart, dumplings are the most delicious thing.
They all left, and the old man lit a fire. "Yuanfang, will they delay you?"
"No, I just want to review it again."
"That's fine, I'm just afraid of delaying you."
"It's okay." I understand the old man's mood. In fact, their class teacher also thinks so. She would rather find the teacher in the study room than have any classmates ask her.
After finishing eating and just putting away the dumplings, Han Dongmei came over and said, "Yuanfang, eat quickly. These are my fried radish meatballs with milk. There are also sesame leaves, which are very sweet."
Han Yuanfang ate a meatball and a sesame leaf, "I can't eat any more now."
Caixia and others also came over, bringing her bean buns and pancakes.
"I have to eat as long as I can. Don't take it next time. I won't be able to finish it."
In fact, several families feel quite embarrassed, and they all feel that their children are delaying your studies.
In the afternoon, it was still liberal arts. Han Yuanfang ticked out the key question types for them, "I memorized them carefully, but it didn't really matter. I think the exam should have these types of questions."
"Can you estimate Yuanfang's composition?"
When a few boys were in elementary school, the teachers had no way of doing anything for them. They gave them essay questions during the entrance exams.
"I think it should be a narrative text. If you look at our textbooks, the text has the most narrative text. There may be a small explanatory text."
"Where's the title?"
Han Yuanfang shook his head, "I don't know."
She didn't want to read at night. She rarely watched TV today and found it quite interesting.
The next morning, they memorized the questions that Han Yuanfang gave them yesterday.
I hope they sharpen the barrel of the gun before the battle.
The classmates in their class are still the same. This is the psychological quality of good students when taking exams.
The teacher originally wanted to review all the time today, but looking at the state of the students, forget it and let's continue.
The exam is on Tuesday. This year is the city's unified exam. The Education Bureau attaches great importance to it. Each school sends three teachers, one for each grade.
The teacher in charge of the second grade of junior high school has been in their class all the time.
Three subjects in the morning and two subjects in the afternoon.
After the exam, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Lao Ban came in with a smile. She was very confident in her classmates.
"We won't have evening self-study today. But starting from tomorrow, we will start making up classes for ten days."
Teacher Lei looked at the expressions of his classmates and smiled. Doesn't it matter? That's good.
"Okay, let's go home and relax after school."
Han Yuanfang saw that it was getting late. She was not going to the city today, so she chased the teacher out.
I asked clearly that there will be no rest time during these ten days.
In fact, it’s normal. Ten days later it will already be the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month.
Several boys along the way were very excited: "Yuanfang, you are so awesome. You got all those questions right."
"It's not a blockage, because the key points are all there. Just be careful and don't be careless all the time."
Gao Wenqiang nodded, "Well, I will definitely work hard. Yuanfang I want to go to the police academy."
"Police academy? Your scores are not low."
"I worked hard for a year and a half, and I don't regret it if I don't pass."
"It's good to have goals."
Maybe Gao Wenqiang mentioned his ambition, and the others also mentioned it.
"Where are you Yuanfang?"
"Me? High school, college."
"The police academy is so popular, why don't you go?"
"I don't want to work. I just want to go to school and see the outside world."
Several of them stopped talking. In fact, how could they not want to go out and see things at their age? They were all yearning for the outside world.
"Have you borrowed all your textbooks?" Han Dongmei asked.
They all nodded, the house had already been prepared for them.
Several boys also nodded.
"Yuanfang, I guess it's time for you all to study the textbooks for the third grade of junior high school? Do you have them? I have them here."
"Yes, I can't talk about the third grade of junior high school. It's not that fast."
But after these ten days of classes, things are almost the same. Is the school using them as an experiment? Let’s see how the first graders fare this year.
After entering the village, Han Yuanfang did not go home, but went to the butcher's house.
