317. The head of the slaughterhouse

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After getting Liang Yin's affirmative answer, Nian He circled around the lotus character, and then the branches imitated and wrote again on the ground.

After writing, Nian He danced and cheered: "I can write my name, I can write!" ”

Seeing that Nian He wrote his name, Nian Cao was also anxious, and begged for the New Year's painting and said, "Second sister, you can also teach me to write my name!" ”

"Fourth sister, you won't doubt your second sister like your third sister, right?"

Nian Cao's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, I believe in the second sister the most, the second sister is the most powerful." ”

The New Year's painting then wrote the word "grass", and Nian Cao learned to write on the ground seven or eight times, bouncing and hugging Nian He.

Looking at this situation, New Year's Pictures was deeply touched and felt that he should take a little time to teach them to read and write.

It just so happened that Liang Yin had the same idea as her, and took the initiative to propose: "New Year's paintings, why don't I teach them to read every night in the future?" ”

New Year's painting agrees with both hands and feet on this move, he is a substitute teacher anyway, he can't just teach students in school, right?

Liang Yin and Nian Hua told Nian He and Nian Cao about this, and the two of them were a little timid.

"Sister-in-law, I'm afraid I'm too stupid, you can't teach me."

provoked New Year's painting and Liang Yin to laugh, and the five sisters were all comforting on the side.

"No, the third sister and the fourth sister, you are so much smarter than me, I can learn it, you can definitely learn it."

In the next few days, New Year's Pictures substituted at school during the day, and came back at night to teach the third and fourth sisters to read and write with Liang Yin, and they had a very fulfilling life.

That night, when the New Year's painting was about to go back to Liang's house, Liang Yin called him to the room, and Liang Yin took out a pair of folded pants from the wardrobe and handed it to the New Year's painting.

"Last time, you said you were going to send Zhang Xuemei a pair of pants, I came back and made her pants first, and I specially picked a piece of material and a good pattern."

"Sister, thank you." Nian Hua herself was busy forgetting about it for the time being, but Liang Yin kept her words to heart.

"Take it back with you, find a time to send it to someone. There was a lot of delay before, and the second batch of clothes has just been made, and it will take time. ”

"Sister, promise me, don't exhaust your body for making clothes." The New Year's painting solemnly explained.

"Don't worry, I know it. It's getting dark, so let's go back. ”

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On the second day, there was no class at school on Saturday, and the New Year's painting planned to go to the brigade headquarters in the morning to register the accounts, and in the afternoon, I had time to ride a bicycle to deliver pants to Zhang Xuemei.

Chen Jianguo and Liang Shangkun were both in the team headquarters today, and as soon as the New Year painting entered the team headquarters, Chen Jianguo was called to the pigsty.

It turned out that the brigade headquarters was going to sell a batch of big pigs today, and also bought a batch of piglets.

"New Year's painting, this is Boss Zhou who bought pigs, wait for you and him to calculate the money clearly." Chen Jianguo explained.

"Hello comrade, my name is Zhou Qinggang, the person in charge of the county slaughterhouse." Zhou Qinggang is only in his twenties this year, looking at Zhou Zheng, he greeted politely when he saw the New Year's paintings.

"Hello, my name is New Year's Painting, the accountant of the brigade." The New Year's picture politely replied with an introduction.

Zhou Qinggang has been quietly looking at the New Year's paintings, in the past, when he went to the countryside to collect pigs, he had dealt with men, this was the first time he had dealt with women, and she was a beautiful woman, different from the women his mother introduced to him.

The woman in front of him didn't have a trace of twisting, she was generous, and the way she took a notebook and a pen to record carefully attracted him.