Zhou Xiaoan wrote the rest without any scruples.

I met Teacher Fan in night school, Teacher Fan was very optimistic about her, guided her very seriously, and left her a lot of homework every day, she wrote so that her arms were numb, and her fingers hurt, but she would still try to persevere (omitting a thousand words of bitterness and coquettishness here)......

He asked the uncle very cheekily, "Has my handwriting improved a little?" I think it's a little bit better, even if it's only a little bit ......."

When she returned to Zhou's house, she almost asked Mrs. Wang to call, Wang Lamei asked her to intercede with her uncle, she planned to say that the phone didn't get through, so let the uncle carry it for her, don't talk about it in the future.

Even said about beating Zhou Xiaoling without reservation, and exchanged fighting experiences with the uncle, "The important thing to beat people is momentum, pick the most painful place and beat it in one go, and physical strength or something is second." ”

This is still remembering that the uncle thought she was too thin to beat people, and finally found a chance to correct her name.

Even went to the neighborhood committee to complain and found Aunt Ge to engage in feudal superstition, since the uncle expressed his attitude on her train to buy food, she is no longer afraid of the uncle reprimanding her for not having the right views, the uncle looks serious, in fact, he is not stereotypical in many things.

This is the true nature of a proletarian revolutionary! Without this spirit of breaking the old and establishing the new, what kind of revolution would we carry out and what kind of new China would we build?

It must be that he is still lying under the three mountains to be a shunmin!

So in many things, Zhou Xiaoan feels that the uncle is no more outdated than her, a post-90s generation, and their thinking is still very synchronous.

There is also the matter of framing Han Xiaoshuang, she wrote so proudly that the pen and strokes on the paper were almost warped to the sky, "When I get divorced, I will beat Han Xiaoshuang immediately!" She beat me to the hospital last time, and this revenge must be avenged! ”

Zhou Xiaoan wanted to praise her uncle, saying that she was very patient with the overall situation, and it was already very good to beat Han Xiaoshuang now.

A letter was written from morning to afternoon, and it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon after it was written, Zhou Xiaoan shook her numb arms, fortunately she could start work left and right, otherwise her arms would have to be written wasted.

Count the letters, more than 20 sheets......

Zhou Xiaoan was dumbfounded, so much, does the uncle have time to watch?

Thinking about it, I made a table of contents, and listed things one by one by page number in categories, and the TV series is divided into episodes, with two thousand words per episode, and there are five episodes in total.

After writing the letter, she began to prepare a parcel for her uncle again.

Not being able to reciprocate doesn't mean she can't talk about it, and if she only knows how to ask for it because she is now financially disadvantaged, and doesn't think about it at all, she will feel selfish.

Maybe materially she can't do the same amount as what her uncle gave her, but she must be sincere in her heart.

With her current situation, it is not realistic to come up with something too good, so Zhou Xiaoan decided to send a few bottles of pickles to her uncle.

First I went to the food department of the department store and bought three big-bellied wide-mouth glass bottles with candied fruits, two cents and five cents each, two catties, and the bottle caps are buckle-type, and the sealing effect is very good.

When the ticket was opened, the salesman stared at her for a long time, but Zhou Xiaoan pretended not to see it with a wooden face.

Since it is sold, and there is no rule that you can't buy bottles without buying preserves, what's wrong with how many bottles she buys?

I scalded the bottle twice with boiling water, put it outside in a place where the sun was leeward and sunny, and then went to the space to find a small bamboo basket containing tropical fruits, rectangular, with a wooden board in the middle, just enough to fix the three bottles, and then stuff the newspaper ball in the gap, so that I am not afraid of bumping and breaking on the road.

The water in the bottle was also dried, and Zhou Xiaoan filled the bottle with three flavors of dried radish pickles, sour and spicy, spiced, and original, which is a classic product of a time-honored pickle shop in the space.

There are many varieties of pickles in the space, but now Zhou Xiaoan only dares to take out the most ordinary dried radish, and the uncle's comrades-in-arms are all scouts, in case something is discovered, she is not easy to explain.

Label the bottle, indicate the taste, and add a paragraph at the back of the letter, the dried radish was dried by the wife, she took it back as a gift, and the eldest sister of the unit used it to pickle the pickles and gave her some.

Three flavors let the uncle choose what he likes to eat, she has learned how to do it, next time I will send him the flavor he likes.

Thinking about it, she added, the method of these pickles is very simple, if the uncle's comrades-in-arms like it, she can make several flavors, make more, and send them together.

Of course it's simple, there are more than a dozen big-bellied blue and white porcelain vats in the space, which is enough for the uncle to eat for a lifetime......

Zhou Xiaoan felt sorry for his uncle when he thought about it, others would definitely bring their hometown's specialties or food made at home to share with their comrades-in-arms when they came home, only Uncle Xiao, every time he left, he was empty-handed.

Maybe he will buy some souvenirs to bring to his comrades when he goes back, but that is not made at home, and the meaning to the uncle must be different.

Uncle takes good care of her, everything she can think of is thought of for her, she will be uncle's family in the future, try to do more for him.

Zhou Xiaoan ran to the post office and sent a thick letter and a bamboo basket, thinking that the uncle must be surprised and happy to receive the parcel, maybe it was the same as the first time she received the letter, and it was also the first time someone sent him a parcel!

Well, even if it's not the first time to send a parcel, it's definitely the first time someone has sent him pickles! This kind of thing, if it's not a family member, it will definitely not be sent, and you can't take it!

Zhou Xiaoan didn't feel shabby at all that sending pickles to his uncle was a privilege only for his family! Family brand pickles! It's hard to buy!

Anyway, she can find a reason to increase her self-confidence in whatever she does, and she can be regarded as talented.

And Zhou Xiaoan didn't plan to just send pickles to her uncle, she planned to use the two catties of wool to knit a sweater for her uncle.

However, she can't hold a knitting needle now, and it may be a long time before her uncle can put on a sweater......

She works hard, maybe next winter......

Oh, there are so many things to be busy with, and Zhou Xiaoan feels that she has to work hard against time.

When she went to night school the next day, she paid attention to the classroom of Pan Mingyuan's class again, this time the lights were on, and someone was in class.

When school was over, Zhou Xiaoan lay on the back door and watched for a while, the students in their class were almost gone, so she went out and waited at the door for a while, wanting to ask Pan Mingyuan about her grandfather's news.

In fact, I also want to see if something happened to him.

She ate other people's tortillas, drank other people's soda, and wanted to ask people to help find relatives, if she cared about him at all and only thought about using it, it would be too selfish.

The students all walked out, but Pan Mingyuan was still in the classroom and did not come out.

Zhou Xiaoan looked inside, and there was not only Pan Mingyuan alone, but also two people in their forties and fifties wearing big black-framed glasses, who were not students in his class at first glance. One was smoking with Erlang's legs crossed, and the other was critically flipping through the handouts that Pan Mingyuan put on the podium.

"What do you mean by that? Didn't I tell you, you are not allowed to use foreign languages in preparation and lectures! Incorrigible! What kind of heart are you at peace with? ”

The person who flipped through the handouts slammed the handouts on the lectern table, "I'll report your situation to the top!" It must be taken seriously! If you want to make a small move past the inspectors, I tell you, dream! Socialism does not allow the cancer of capitalism to endanger the ideology of the working masses......"

Pan Mingyuan didn't say a word, turned around and walked outside the classroom.

Seeing Zhou Xiao'an standing at the door, the expression on his face did not move at all, and he passed by her as if he didn't know him.

PS: I made an oolong yesterday, and I said that the monthly pass could be added at any time as a recommended ticket......

Please call me Oolongjiao......

Recommended tickets are calculated once a week, and the plus will start next week, although Jiaojiao is always engaged in oolong, but the words must be counted~ (To be continued.) )