Ling Xiaowei wanted to call Ling Chunxia, but seeing Ling Chunxia's expression of not wanting to pay attention to her, Ling Xiaowei immediately shut her mouth.
The further we went into the town, the more people there became, and there were more people selling food along the street. There were fruit sellers, chicken and duck sellers, and vegetable sellers on the street. It was very lively.
Yanghua Town is the largest and best town in this area, and the town closest to Guangming Village. It is also the richest town among a dozen towns within a few hundred miles.
There is a key high school in this town. It is in the center of the town, in the best location, with the tallest building. It is surrounded by a white wall and covers a large area.
I heard that in the past few years, four or five people have been admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, and people from the TV station have come to interview me. I also heard that half of the people in a class here can be admitted to university. They are all key universities and have a particularly high admission rate.
In high school, many people from the county send their children to study here.
In her previous life, every time Ling Xiaowei came to the street and saw this high school, she didn't even dare to look at it. Every time she mustered up the courage to look at this high school, she felt like the school was standing on the top of a mountain that was so cold that it was so high up.
Above it, there is a thousand feet of golden light behind it.
The economy of this town has also undergone earth-shaking changes because of this high school. There are hospitals, shopping malls, restaurants, teahouses, and factories. Many people came to this town to look for opportunities and make a fortune.
When she came to this town again, Ling Xiaowei had no timidity or inferiority, only infinite longing. When she passed the entrance of Yanghua High School, she looked up at the majestic school gate. She must be admitted to this high school.
As soon as we arrived in the town, we felt like we were in a ten-mile foreign market. It was bustling and bustling, and there were all kinds of hawkers. A main road opposite the high school was filled with various street stalls on both sides, selling everything, including daily necessities.
, there are clothes and food, a dazzling array of things to see, and noisy.
The prosperity here is in sharp contrast to the villages a few miles away and separated by a mountain. The villages are desolate and desolate, but here they are lively and prosperous, like two worlds.
Zhang Cuifen stopped in front of a stall selling daily necessities, pointed at a blue round box of Pechoin and asked: "Boss, how much does this cost?"
"Five yuan each!" the boss said.
This is an ice cream for face application. It is from the Pechoin brand. Normally, everyone would be reluctant to buy it. Ling Xiaowei touched her face. She had never applied ice cream before, and her face looked very springy, with red marks all over it.
She looked at it eagerly and almost couldn't help but persuade Zhang Cuifen to buy one.
Zhang Cuifen hesitated for a moment, pointed to another one and asked, "How much does this cost?" She was referring to Yashuang's, which is big and comes in a glass bottle. When you use it up in the future, you can buy it in bags and pour it in.
Keep using it.
"This is also five yuan!" the boss said.
"Then take this, two small bags of cream, and that clam oil, take two." Clam oil is cheap, only 50 cents each, and you can buy two for one dollar.
After buying the things, Zhang Cuifen happily opened the box of cream, took out the white glass jar and looked at it again and again. She also opened the lid, carefully picked out a little with her index finger, spread it on the palm of her hand, and then closed the lid again.
, put it into a box, put the box into the cloth bag she brought, and carefully put it in the car.
"Come on, Mingming, mommy will put some fragrance on you." As soon as Zhang Cuifen stretched out her hand in front of Mingming, Mingming shook her head with a look of rejection, buried her head in Ling Xiaowei's arms, and shouted: "No, no."
Zhang Cuifen stretched out her hand with a look of helplessness. Her eyes fell on Ling Xiaowei's face, she smiled hard and said: "Xiaowei, come here, I will wipe it for you."
Ling Xiaowei did not refuse. She felt that her face was about to crack, like the dry earth, and needed this cream to moisten it, so she took the initiative to stretch out her face and let Zhang Cuifen apply it to her face.
