The surplus food from the New Year is still very abundant. The food on the first day of school is still very good, including white rice, vegetables and meat. Ling Xiaowei is full. She will start publishing new books in the afternoon, so she will be quite busy, so she should eat more.
After lunch, she still had an hour's rest. At the desk in the west room, she began to count how much money she had. She wrote it down in an old book and found that it was only two hundred and twenty-eight yuan, which was too little.
!
The points are too few and she can't even read a magazine! She has to think of ways to make money.
Now that she is just a teenage primary school student, how can she make money? Ling Xiaowei looked melancholy. She took out the design drawing she drew and looked at the immature lines. She felt that she should not rush into anything, so she should start with
Lay the foundation!
Picking up the pen and paper in the drawer, she began to draw designs for clothes. It was already the beginning of spring, and spring was not far away. She had to think about designing some beautiful clothes for herself.
She never wanted to wear Ling Chunxia's old clothes again.
As soon as she finished drawing a picture, Ling Chunxia came over, holding some clothes in her hands. As soon as she came, she said: "Ling Xiaowei, I will trade these clothes with you for the clothes you are wearing."
"No, my father made this for me." Ling Xiaowei refused.
When Ling Chunxia heard this, she immediately threw away the clothes in her hand angrily and glared at Ling Xiaowei angrily: "If you don't change it, I'll fall down. Ling Xiaowei, you just have to wear these clothes for the rest of your life. I will never give you clothes again. You
Just wait and see!”
Ling Chunxia hugged her clothes and left angrily.
Ling Xiaowei came out of the room and saw Ling Guoqiang sitting on a stool reading a newspaper. A thought flashed in her mind, "Dad, I have no clothes to wear, please make me some more!"
Her previous clothes were all other people's old clothes, but now she and Ling Chunxia broke up, and now she doesn't even have any clothes to wear.
It was impossible for her father not to have seen the conflict between her and Ling Chunxia just now.
She wants her father to make more clothes. If she can’t wear them anymore, she can sell them!
This idea just flashed through my mind, and there is no concrete plan to implement it yet, but no matter what, let dad take action first.
Ling Guoqiang frowned slightly. Looking at the clothes on Ling Xiaowei, he should make some more clothes for Xiaowei. This child needs one or two decent clothes to go to school. "Dad, let Aunt Zhang pull some cloth and give you some more clothes."
I’ll make two clothes for you to change into.”
"Dad, there's no need to pull it off. There are a lot of old clothes at home. Just change them." Ling Xiaowei pointed to the clothes in the pile of clothes in the west and said.
Ling Guoqiang nodded and said, "Yes!" Then he smiled and said, "Xiaowei is still smart. Don't worry and go to school. Dad will make some more clothes for you."
Ling Xiaowei was excited in her heart, then went back to her room, took some clothes drafts she had drawn, handed them to Ling Guoqiang's hands, and said: "Dad, I drew some design drawings. I want to wear the clothes I designed. Can you help me?"
I’ll do it!”
Ling Guoqiang looked at the drawings designed by Ling Xiaowei and was a little surprised, "The style of these clothes is very strange. All your classmates' clothes are like this?"
"Dad, this is popular outside, I want something like this too." Ling Xiaowei drew several drawings, some in jacket style, and some in coat style, but the design sense is different from what is popular now. Shoulder pads are more popular now, and there is no such thing.
So much beauty.
The pictures she draws now are all popular styles from two thousand years ago. The jacket style is cool and the coat is an A-line version, which looks cute when worn. She believes that the clothes she designed will turn heads when worn.
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After giving the drawings to her father, Ling Xiaowei packed up and went to school.
When she arrived at school, she came a little late. The class teacher was in the classroom and the monitor was handing out books.
When Ling Xiaowei reported at the door of the classroom, the class teacher was slightly startled, thinking she was a transfer student? She didn't recognize him!
"Which class are you from?" Wang Kaiqing asked doubtfully.
"Teacher, I am Ling Xiaowei, from sixth grade." Ling Xiaowei said calmly, with a calmness and calmness that did not suit her age.
Wang Kaiqing thought about it and was not impressed, but today he was more impressed by Ling Xiaowei's indifferent temperament, thinking that this student's grades should be pretty good! He should take more care of him.
When he saw Ling Xiaowei walk to the second to last row of the fourth group and sit down, he suddenly felt a sense of regret for having ruined a good student.
"After the books have been distributed, I will adjust the positions!" the head teacher's serious voice sounded in the classroom.
Changing seats is something that everyone looks forward to but not looking forward to. Some people look forward to being seatmates with their favorite classmates, while others don't want to be separated from their current seatmates.
Ling Xiaowei is looking forward to it, she can finally get rid of Wang Jiahao's back seat.
After distributing the books, the class teacher posted the new table table on the blackboard. During the break, everyone rushed to Blackboard Mountain to see the new seating plan.
Ling Xiaowei saw that she was assigned to the third row of the second group. This seat was the best seat she had ever sat in since she was a student.
She was particularly happy. This seat was really good. The students sitting in front were all students with good grades in the class, and the students in the back were students who were average in their studies. She was out of the bad school zone!
She saw that her deskmate was named Li Juan, and she was not very familiar with her, but she could get to know a new deskmate anyway.
During the break, everyone began to change seats. Ling Xiaowei happily wrapped her books and arrived in a group. She sat down in the inner seat. After a while, someone behind her tapped her on the shoulder. Ling Xiaowei turned around and saw Jiang Haidong.
A smiling face.
Speaking of which, Jiang Haidong's appearance is really quite interesting. When he smiles, his eyebrows turn into splayed eyebrows. He is obviously a boy, but he also has a dimple on his mouth, which is quite interesting.
"Hey, are you going to be behind me?" Ling Xiaowei asked curiously.
"No, I'll be your back." Jiang Haidong chuckled.
Oh! There was another person next to her. A chubby little girl came over, stared at Jiang Haidong with her little eyes, and said angrily, "Jiang Haidong, get out of the way, this is my place."
In this posture, do these two people know each other? Ling Xiaowei’s expression while watching the show.
Jiang Haidong said to the fat girl with a playful smile: "Fat girl Qiao, let me change places with you. You do the rear, and I will bring you... crispy noodles for you to eat tomorrow!"
"Ah! Jiang Haidong, if you dare to call me Fat Girl Qiao again, I will slap you to death!" As Fat Girl Qiao said, she stretched out her chubby little hand, grabbed Jiang Haidong's ears, and pulled him from her position.
It was dragged down.
This violence index was an eye-opener for Ling Xiaowei.
She had an inexplicable liking for this fat girl Qiao.
Jiang Haidong was furious, but there was nothing he could do in front of Fatty Qiao. He left his seat screaming and returned to the seat behind him.
"Hello, Jordan Dan!" Ling Xiaowei greeted Fatty Qiao who was sitting behind her.
Fatty Qiao rolled her eyes at Ling Xiaowei and snorted coldly, "Misty gourd!"
Let me go... She even forgot that she had such a title.
