Yuan Youwei moved all the books back to the house and put them in the cardboard boxes that had been prepared before.

The fire destroyed the commissary, and the cardboard boxes stacked in the hall survived.

After sorting out all the books, Yuan Weiwei lit the mosquito coil, covered the door and went to the east room to get a stack of papers, a notebook and a pen.

Yuan Xinlan had already cleaned up the kitchen and walked to the small dining table.

Yuan Youwei things were put on the table, and Yuan Xinlan also sat on the side with the unfinished sweater and said, "I said you remember, remember to remind me if there is anything missing." ”

"Okay." Yuan nodded slightly and opened the notebook.

"Write down the big ones first. Two glass cabinets, one large and one small, two glass cabinets......"

The losses of the commissary had been roughly estimated before, and now they had time to register them one by one.

The aunt and nephew cooperated, and soon recorded everything that was burned.

Then, Yuan Youwei opened the stack of papers and compared them one by one.

This stack of paper is the details of some items that Yuan Xinlan usually writes down when sorting out the containers, which can be used to check and fill in the gaps.

Yuan Youwei wrote all the content and handed it to Yuan Xinlan.

Yuan Xinlan took a closer look, and saw that her niece had estimated the amount of loss, and nodded with satisfaction, "It's much better than I imagined." ”

Yuan thought silently, my sister-in-law is safe, it doesn't matter how much she loses!

Money can be earned again!

What's more, Yuan Xinlan herself has the habit of saving money, and a passbook has long been transferred to the East House.

The rest of the cash is the same, and it is all in the East House.

And not like in the previous life, it burned all the light in this fire.

After recording all the losses, Yuan Xinlan kept the notebook, and Yuan Wei went back to the bedroom in the east hall.

On the study table was the "Anthology of Classic Literature", and Yuan turned to the bookmark page again.

Exactly: "If You Give Me Three Days of Light".

Through this article, Yuan Youwei got to know Helen Keller, an outstanding figure.

In Yan Qingze's narration, the character of Helen Keller becomes more three-dimensional.

Yuan Youwei read "If You Give Me Three Days of Light" repeatedly, scrutinizing every sentence and every word, striving to better understand the profound meaning of this article.

Time passed imperceptibly, but not a word was left in the composition book.

"It's late at night, it's time to sleep."

But it was Yuan Xinlan who saw that the lights in her house were still on and came to understand the situation.

Seeing her niece concentrating on reading the book, Yuan Xinlan was relieved and distressed at the same time.

"Youyou, let's learn again tomorrow!"

Yuan Xinlan shouted again, and Yuan Youwei's attention was pulled out of the book.

"Sister-in-law?"

Unconsciously, Yuan looked at the small alarm clock on the table again.

It's almost eleven o'clock!

Yuan Xinlan said again, "Youyou, you still have a long body, go to bed early." ”

"I see, sister-in-law."

Looking at the blank composition book, Yuan closed the book obediently.

She still has to sort out her thoughts again and start writing again.

got a response, Yuan Xinlan touched her head and left.

Yuan climbed into bed again, turned off the light, emptied Helen Keller, who was full of thoughts, and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, the biological clock woke up Yuan Youwei on time.

As usual, Yuan got up slightly and jogged a few laps on the cement cheng, and then pressed his legs to do basic skills.

Finally, I went to brush my teeth and wash my face.

Now the weather is not as hot as before, so the sweat does not flow much, and Yuan slightly eliminates the step of taking a shower.

It's not good to take a shower all the time.

After breakfast, the time for the first content of today's [schedule] has not yet arrived, and Yuan is not in a hurry.

She sat at the door, passing the time with the thick Modern Chinese Dictionary in her hand.

As soon as eight o'clock arrived, a floating window popped out.