Yuan Xinlan tugged at her niece's braids, "Don't you go to see the store yet?" ”

Yuan glanced at this and that, answered loudly, and ran back to the commissary.

"Let's practice my handwriting."

She sat back down and continued to practice.

Because the summer vacation homework has been completed, the [Education] in the [Schedule] window in the system has also changed.

In the afternoon, I was scheduled to practice calligraphy.

As for the [part-time] column, there are contents such as visiting the store, cooking, and doing housework.

The calligraphy that Yuan Youwei is now practicing on the table is "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

There are practice books in the wholesale store, both thick and thin.

But I only found a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

Everything else is a one-word exercise, and there are no good words or sentences.

Therefore, in addition to "Three Hundred Tang Poems", Yuan Youwei chose a thick one-character notebook.

Yuan Xinlan has promised her that she will help her bring good words and sentences next time she goes to the city.

In addition to practicing calligraphy, I will also bring her some books back.

There is only a stationery store in the town, and although there are tied books, most of them are tutorial books.

Yuan racked his brains slightly, made a list of books, and asked Yuan Xinlan to look at it and buy it, and she didn't force it.

If you want to have a good hand, if you don't have a place to apprentice, you naturally have to hope for self-taught.

Yuan Youwei thought that practicing words was boring, but perhaps it was the role of the title of "Little Expert", and she was a little fascinated when she practiced words.

Following the order of strokes on the notebook, the strokes are outlined into words, and after writing for a long time, it seems to have entered a certain mysterious realm.

Yuan Xinlan didn't know when she entered the commissary, and sold things a few times by the way, but Yuan Youwei didn't notice it at all.

It wasn't until his stomach rumbled that Yuan Youwei stopped writing and stretched his waist.

Seeing that Yuan Xinlan was weighing rice, and the clock on the wall was half past six, she said "Huh", "It's so late?" ”

Seeing this, the aunt who bought the rice smiled kindly, "It's really hard to study again!" ”

Yuan smiled shyly, she knew that Auntie didn't need her to reply.

Yuan Xinlan was humble for her first, "How can your family Yingying be powerful?" It's the little host again, and the squad leader again! ”

The aunt smiled and narrowed her eyes, but her mouth said, "Where, where".

Yuan is not surprised.

It's all a routine!

……

August 30, school registration day.

In Yusang Village Primary School, parents and children came to the school one after another to register.

But there are also many children who take the money to sign up by themselves.

After registering, there was still some pocket money in their pockets, and they all poured into the commissary.

There is a commissary in front of and behind the village elementary school, and the commissary of Youweijia is at the front gate, southeast of the elementary school.

The things are more complete than the one at the back door, and they take advantage of the time and place.

There are children inside and outside the commissary, some come to buy stationery supplies, and some come to buy snack popsicles.

The twitter is so lively.

Anyway, you can sign up tomorrow, the commissary is so busy, Yuan Youwei is not in a hurry to report.

One of the aunts and nephews is responsible for selling stationery, and the other is responsible for watching snack stalls, and they are very busy.

"Aunt Yuan, how much is this!"

"Five cents!"

"Aunt Yuan, this stationery box is really beautiful, how much does it cost?"

"The biggest one is five dollars, and next to it are three dollars and two dollars and fives."

"Youwei, is this candy two for a dime?"

"That's one for a dime, and two for a dime is the one next to it!"

"Youwei, is there any jelly?"