When she looked at the letters, she knew that it was probably a letter from home. It's someone else's business, but she's still in charge of herself.

This dormitory seems to be familiar and warm on the surface, but in private it is really rusty. So far, the big guy probably doesn't know anything other than what is going on at school.

Of course, except for knowing that their name is Wang Min and their age and education, others don't know anything else, and they haven't revealed a trace of it, and of course no one has asked about it.

After looking at Ru Guo, who was still tangled, Wang Min turned over again, except for going to class and eating, she just wanted to lie down, and those who were tired wanted to rest the rest of the time.

Now her wish has come true, but the price to pay is too great, and now people can't sleep peacefully.

Ru Guo's pen only firmly wrote the first stroke after touching the paper for the twelfth time, and then when she continued, she realized that it was really not that difficult, but the difficult part was her own psychology.

Since their souls are living on the old lady, and since they are determined to finish this new life for the old lady, what are the loving parents and sisters in the far west still entangled? Blood relations can never be changed, so let yourself change!

Imitating the tone of the old lady when she spoke to herself, it took Ru Guo more than an hour to finish the letter.

I didn't think I had anything to write about just now, but I wrote as many as five pages of this chatter. Most of them still tell their parents not to work too hard, and their younger siblings to work hard.

Ru Guo thought about it, and she didn't take the letter to send it after putting it in the envelope, she had already thought about it, and the walnuts sold in two days would be sandwiched in the letter and sent back with the money from other things.

Although Ru Feng said in the letter that his parents would have a way, in the yellow sand land of the northwest, it is impossible to make money, so he can only earn some oil and salt money by selling crops.

I have space now, and I can make my family feel at ease when I earn enough tuition to go back, at least not worry about the tuition fees of my younger siblings in half a month.

Early the next morning, Ru Guo got up early again without alarming his roommates, and sure enough, the old man who guarded the door locked the door, and the small door was still there.

My heart warmed, and I smiled at the old man who was doing simple exercises outside the gate.

Seeing no one on the road, Ru Guo took out a bag of walnuts, a bag of red dates, green vegetables and tomatoes. Looking at nearly 100 catties of things, Ru Guo didn't frown, and picked up all the vegetables in one hand and got on the bus.

When I arrived at the vegetable market station, it was not until six o'clock, and the vegetable market had already set up many stalls as yesterday. Although the morning of early autumn was cool, Ruguo, whose hands were full of heavy objects, was already sweating profusely, and Cheng Heizi nodded again and again, it is good to be able to endure hardships, and if you eat hardships, you will be a master!

The number has changed from yesterday, but it is less than two stalls away from yesterday, and the number 88 is really auspicious. When Ru Guo, who was smiling with a smile on his face, came with walnuts and other things, Zhao Daliang was looking forward to it, and the corners of his mouth opened when he saw the slender figure.

"Our croppers are about credit, you are the same as yesterday, I thought I would be next to you again"

Zhao Daliang greeted him, at this time they were all stall owners, and some of the residents knew Zhao Daliang, and when they saw him like this, they knew that this person must have found a way.

At this moment, they are all stretching their necks to look at the girl wearing a nylon white shirt and blue pants tied with a high ponytail, and there are still strange vendors in this Kyoto?

"Morning, Uncle Zhao! Here's your water spinach and tomatoes, fifteen pounds each, you name it! ”