Thinking that the two carts of bricks were cheaply given to the Wu brothers, Sang Ping felt a little uncomfortable. But he knew that because of these two carts of bricks, he was scheming with the Wu brothers, and that was really finding guilt for himself.

He thinks he's unlucky now.

When something like this happens, it doesn't necessarily bring him losses. At least it reminded him that there are still shortcomings in the factory's management system. Through this incident, he also realized that some of Yu Sheng's ideas were still very forward-looking.

It is necessary to improve the manifest system.

Sang Ping went to the market and walked around twice, but he didn't see any sales orders, and was stopped when he passed by Wu Lanlan's clothing stall.

"Ping, you're dangling, what are you looking for?"

Sang Ping replied: "Why didn't your family come out with you?" ”

As soon as Lu Daxing was mentioned, Wu Lanlan pouted, "He's too lazy to do anything, expecting him to support his family and make money, then I'll starve to death." ”

Sangping didn't bother to listen to her complain about the unsatisfactory life. He saw a stall selling carbon paper and receipts, so he squatted down in front of the carpet and asked the stall owner: "Boss, where did you get this receipt?" ”

The stall owner was wary of him: "What, you want to steal business with me." ”

"No—" Seeing that the stall owner was hostile to him, Sangpei smiled at him pleasantly. I would like to say, when you buy goods next time, you will buy some other kinds of documents, such as outbound orders, delivery notes, etc. ”

The stall owner relaxed his expression: "Do you want it or not?" If you don't want it if I get it, I can't sell it on the stall, so I'm not at a loss. ”

"Don't worry, as long as you can get it, I won't lose you." "I don't have the time to look around for these things. If I have the effort, I won't come to bother you. May I ask when you can get it? ”

Stallholder: "I'll close the stall and go to the city after a while." If it's fast, Ming'er will get it for you. But let's talk about it first, I'll get it, you have to come and buy it. This thing doesn't make money in the first place, and it's not easy to return. ”

"Rest assured." Sang Ping pointed in the direction of the Little Red Building, "I'll stay there." You get the stuff, and if I don't come to you, you just go find me. I'll take five boxes of this carbon paper. ”

After agreeing with the stall owner, Sang Ping went back with carbon paper.

Yu Sheng stayed at home peeling peas, didn't go out with him, and saw that he didn't come back empty-handed, which seemed very surprised, "Bought it?" ”

"Nope." Sang Ping glanced at the front of the TV, but didn't see Qingzi sitting there watching TV, "Qingzi?" ”

Yu Sheng glanced up, "I'm doing my homework upstairs." ”

Sang Ping said strangely: "Hey, why don't you be conscious today." ”

Yu Sheng: "It seems that their teacher has left a lot of homework." ”

After going to junior high school, Sang Qing really realized what it means to be heavy on school. When it comes to the holidays, the teachers of each subject are like competitions, and they leave homework for them. Even the PE teacher gave them a task to make sandbags.

Sang Qing was under a lot of pressure, and when he went downstairs to relax, he saw the carbon paper placed by Sang Ping on the cabinet, and suddenly had an idea. He quietly slipped a box of carbon paper into his clothes.

No matter how difficult things are, there is always a way to solve them.

Junzi accompanied her grandmother to the market, took a small basketball to the Little Red Mansion, and called Qingzi out to play.

"Qingzi, let's play basketball together."

There is still a lot of homework, how can Sang Qing have leisure and play happily now. What's more, he has the heart to be powerless and can't do it. The box of carbon paper was still in his pants.

The small basketball in the hand of the straight is still quite attractive.

Sang Qing asked, "When did you buy the basketball?" ”

Junko glanced at Jishang, "My grandmother will buy it for me." ”

Sang Qing touched it.

The ball was fluttering in the hand, and it didn't feel like it at all.

Sang Qing joked: "What kind of basketball are you!" ”

It's just a ball that looks like a basketball!

Seeing that there was no strangeness on his face, Junko snatched the ball from his hand and said reluctantly: "I said it's a basketball, it's a basketball!" ”

"You still have the time to play ball." Sang Qing reminded him, "School will start later, have you written your homework?" ”

Junzi was relaxed: "I didn't move a word." ”

Seeing that his heart was so big, Sang Qing was incredulous, "You won't wait for me to finish writing it and copy it for you!" ”

Junko smiled and said, "You really know me." ”

Sang Qing rolled his eyes, "I'll tell you, you just copy it, and if you give you a day, you won't be able to finish copying." Talking to you will only delay my time, you can play by yourself, I have to go back to my homework. ”

Just as he turned around, Junko noticed something strange about him.

"What's hidden in your clothes?"

Sang Qing stopped, his heart empty.

"Go, go, play!"

Sent Shunzi a sentence, and he fled with carbon paper.

He went upstairs to write his homework, and when he copied the text, he put a copy of carbon paper underneath the homework paper. He padd two sheets of carbon paper.

In this way, he can use the time to copy the text to complete one of the tasks assigned by the Chinese teacher.

A text is copied three times, and the Chinese teacher is too ruthless. This is just one of the assignments assigned by the Chinese teacher.

Junko went back to deal with homework for a while, and realized why the Qingzi he saw today repeatedly emphasized homework to him. Ah, what a painful realization.

Early the next morning, he returned to his position and asked Qingzi to fight with his homework.

Qingzi fought hard for a day yesterday and summed up some experience.

He taught Junko: "You first finish the homework that requires you to use your brain." It's best to write your math homework first. ”

Junko didn't understand: "Why? ”

"The easier the homework is put in the back, the less rush you will have to write it. If you don't do what I say, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish writing after twelve o'clock tonight. Qingzi then proudly showed off to him, "Chinese homework, I have the last weekly diary left." ”

Junko frowned.

"There is so much Chinese homework, I don't know what our teacher thinks. At that time, when she left homework, I didn't feel much. By the time I wrote it, my whole head was over. He unscrewed the ballpoint pen and replaced it with a new refill, which made him work hard with his language homework. I'm going to write my language homework first, and I'm going to see how much it costs me! ”

Looking at Junko's earnestness, Qingzi couldn't help but feel ashamed when she remembered what she had done.

Seeing that he changed his homework book, opened the textbook and began to copy the text, Junzi felt strange: "Didn't you say that you only have a weekly diary left in your language, and what are you doing by copying the text?" ”

Sang Qing pretended to be reasonable, "I can't copy it twice if I want to." ”

Junko was speechless for a while.

"There's something wrong with you!" He handed over his homework book, "If you're idle, you can copy it for me." ”

Aoko pushed his hand away, "You think beautifully!" ”