Just as Huang Han guessed, Dad Wang understood what was going on when he saw what Huang Han wrote.

There are many smart people, not only Huang Han thought of assembling a simple fluorescent lamp by himself, after all, the dispensable enamel metal lampshade in a set of finished products is too valuable and not cost-effective.

As long as you understand the principle of electrician, you can buy accessories to assemble cost-effective fluorescent lamps.

During this time, there are really a lot of people who buy a full set of fluorescent lamp accessories in addition to the lampshade, and Wang Yu's father's relatives and colleagues in the unit also have to help others buy them.

Therefore, Wang's father decided to go to the company to find the manager to approve the slip and get the wholesale price.

Huang Han said politely: "It's so embarrassing for your father to go wholesale so much trouble for this little thing!"

Wang Yu said happily: "It's okay, I made your situation clear to my father, and my father is happy to help others!"

Huang Han slandered in his heart, where is this to help others, this is to go through the back door, is it crooked, do you understand?

But Huang Han was absolutely duplicitous, he patted Wang Yu on the shoulder and said, "Yes, helping others is based on happiness, classmate Wang Yu, what help do you want from me?"

"I also want a copy of the lyrics of 'The Olive Tree' and, if I can, 'See the Smoke Again', which my sister snatched from me last time. ”

"It's a small thing, I write it in class, and I'll give it to you after class. ”

"Okay! Thank you!"

At this time, Huang Han found Zhang Chunmei sitting in the seat, her hands on her cheeks, her eyes were blurred, her face was flushed, she didn't know what she was thinking, and the corners of her mouth showed a smile from time to time.

Huang Han stepped forward, his little hand shook in front of her eyes a few times, and said, "Ban Hua, Ban Hua, what are you thinking?"

Zhang Chunmei, who was in reverie, was taken aback and denied: "I didn't think about anything, do you have something?"

"The 'labor cloth' that your mother bought for my family yesterday is so good, my mother likes it very much, and she is going to pick a bigger one to make clothes for me and my sister, thank you! In addition, I want to ask, can you buy some more for my family?"

Zhang Fangfen estimated that the ten bundles of cloth this time were relatively neat, and it was estimated that one bundle could make more than a dozen "backpacks".

Huang Han didn't expect that every time he bought cloth from the "Dongfang Red Cloth Factory" would be so good, he made ten "backpacks" with an average bundle of cloth heads.

If you can buy 50 bundles of "labor cloth" cloth heads, you will have no less than 500 bags of preparation, which is enough to keep the fifth aunt and aunt busy for a few months.

Zhang Chunmei said: "I went home and asked my mother, it should be possible, but the time is uncertain."

Because my mother said that it was very troublesome to pick out the 'labor cloth' heads separately and pack them, and the handyman in the warehouse would not have done a good job if she hadn't gone to see them. ”

"Great, I know this thing is not just a thing, fortunately with your mother's help, I am waiting for your good news!"

"Hmm, Huang Han, aren't you excited?"

"Excited? Could it be that your mother can buy dozens of bundles for my family at once?"

"Uh, are you all full of cloth?"

"I've been thinking about buying more cloth these days. ”

"Hehe, haven't you thought about how glorious it would be if both essays could be published in Juvenile Literature and Art?"

"What is this? I don't know if the manuscript fee is enough to buy ten bundles of cloth!"

Huang Han didn't think about this at all, and he didn't think it was glorious to publish two small articles in "Juvenile Literature and Art".

Zhang Chunmei was not happy to listen, and said angrily: "you, don't leave the cloth for three more words, I will ignore you." ”

"Then you must help me say good things in front of your mother, and if my wish to buy dozens of bundles of cloth is satisfied, I promise not to mention the word 'cloth head' again in the future. ”

"Eh, why are you like this?" Zhang Chunmei was speechless.

Huang Han learned that his classmates cherished the lyrics he wrote, so he deliberately used a cardboard paper given by a classmate to write during this time.

This kind of paper comes from the "People's Printing Factory" in Sanshui County, which is the paper used to produce playing cards, and the father of this classmate is the workshop director of the printing factory, and can take some waste cardboard paper home.

Cut into a piece of cardboard the size of a playing card, it is just enough to write a lyric and use it as a bookmark, and for a while, Huang Han's lyric bookmark was popular throughout the third grade.

Some students even exchanged baked cakes and meat buns with their classmates, but few succeeded.

A few classmates made a lot of money, and they were willing to take out the comic book for the lyrics bookmark written by Huang Han, and some children were really defeated with such a big shot.

Wang Yu actually lied, his two lyrics were not snatched by his sister at all, but he really couldn't stand the temptation of the comic book, so he exchanged the two lyrics for a comic book.

Later, he found out that one of his classmates actually used a lyric to exchange for a comic book, and his intestines were full of regret.

If these children can keep these bookmarks with Huang Han's handwriting, I believe they will be pleasantly surprised twenty years later.

At that time, Huang Han would definitely be able to become the pride of the times, and I don't know how much money a lyric bookmark he wrote when he was a child would be fried!

On Saturday morning, Huang Han didn't enter the classroom at all, and went directly to Mr. Qiu to clean up and turn on the water, and Mr. Qiu has been silently observing.

She found that the child was small but different, first of all, the child was not frivolous and organized, and the child was able to hold back his curiosity, and he had never touched the old piano so far.

There are also many differences, and Mr. Qiu feels that he can't describe them at all, which is a strange feeling.

Teacher Qiu doesn't like to talk, Huang Han came to a trip and the two just greeted each other, Huang Han also gently recited ancient texts, English words and chemical element tables when he was a child, and when he was stuck in the shell, he would take out the copied note and take a look.

It was obvious that Teacher Qiu understood everything that Huang Han was reciting, and she always looked at the small figure who was sweeping the floor or wiping the table with surprised eyes.

In fact, Teacher Qiu had already planned to accept Huang Han as a closed disciple, just waiting for Huang Han to come to her to speak.

But when he found the boy finished his work, he walked up to her, bowed, and said, "Goodbye, teacher!" and trotted back.

As soon as Huang Han walked into the third and fourth class classrooms, Wang Yu, who was impatient, rushed over and said:

"Huang Han, you didn't come to the whole morning reading class, I thought you were taking leave again, and you are going to send the note written by my father to your house with Cheng Wenge at noon today. ”

Seeing Wang Yu like this, Huang Han immediately realized that it should be his father who got the wholesale price, and took the slip and smiled: "Thank you!"

I looked at the price marked on the note, and found that it was about five yuan cheaper than my estimate, and the two sets of main accessories for the fluorescent lamp totaled twenty-four yuan and eight cents.

Wang Yu waved his hand and made a good deed without leaving a name, and said, "No thanks, this is what I should do." ”

Huang Han suddenly wondered if it was necessary to remind Wang Yu that this kind of behavior was not a "good person and a good deed", and he could never write an essay about what happened, and he would definitely laugh and be generous.

After thinking about it, Mr. Xiao Han is not stupid, and he was relieved to see that this kind of composition should not be publicized.

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