"Thank you, sister-in-law, I can't wait to see what the school is like, and I know that only by studying hard can I have a future."

Song Wenjun looked at her in surprise, "It's good that you can have this kind of thought, I thought you liked to make money." ”

"Sister-in-law, when I have culture, I can make more money, I understand this truth."

"Well, you're great, did you finish the homework I left you in the afternoon?"

"Sister-in-law, look, is my writing neat?"

Song Wenjun took it and took a look, and the questions were all done correctly.

"How is the recitation of ancient poems?"

Lu Xiaomei showed an embarrassed expression, "Sister-in-law, I haven't memorized it proficiently, can you test me again in a few days?" ”

"Okay!"

Two ancient poems, seven quatrains, a total of more than 60 words, is it difficult to memorize?

Lu Xiaoman looked at Xiaomei, and then at Song Wenjun.

Didn't Wang Hui help her write the title on that page? How could she not tell the truth?

Early the next morning, during dinner, Song Wenjun told them that he was going to the city to prepare things for the three of them to go to school tomorrow.

"Sister-in-law, you can rest assured that you will hand over the home to me, the chickens, ducks and pigs promise that they will not be hungry, and they will not lose one."

"I see, don't forget to study."

Lu Xiaomei quickly agreed, "I won't forget." ”

At the dock, Jiang Yi, who was far away, greeted her.

"Count the days, you should go into the city today."

"Uncle Jiang, can you pinch it?"

"Ming'er's children start school, are you going to the city to buy paper and pens for your brother-in-law?"

Jiang Yi only heard that she had a brother-in-law who was still studying, and he didn't know that Lu Jiaming's eyes couldn't see.

Song Wenjun didn't want to explain to him, anyway, she would do everything she could to cure Lu Jiaming's eyes.

When the boat docked, she said hello to Jiang Yi and went straight to Chen Guoqing's factory.

The adjusted rice cooker is two minutes shorter than the first one, and I wonder if they did what she said.

When the big black dog at the door saw her coming, he immediately wagged his tail and ran over.

The meat bun last time also had its share, so it was very kind to see Song Wenjun.

"I don't have any buns for you today."

After interacting with the big black dog for a while, someone came out, it was the worker who laughed at her earlier for making something that no one wanted.

"Hey, Miss Song, you're here, Da Hei has been wilting for the past two days, as soon as you come, it will be alive and well, and I can see that it likes you very much."

Thousands of clothes are not worn, the worker looked at Song Wenjun with a hippie smile, worried that what he said a few days ago would make her unhappy.

"Yes, uncle, have you had breakfast?"

The two exchanged a few polite words and walked to the workshop together.

"Miss Song, my name is Wang Jiaren."

"Oh, hello Uncle Wang, you can call me Wenjun, so it looks kind."

"Okay, Wenjun, the rice cooker you invented is very good, the rice you make is delicious, I ate two bowls."

"yes, I also think the rice made from the rice cooker is delicious."

"I took the lead that day, don't be angry with me."

"You're not angry, Uncle Wang, are you all back?"

"Yes, whoever dares not to come back, I will scold him."

After speaking, Wang Jiaren touched his head embarrassedly, "Rough people can't speak." ”

"I like Uncle Wang's character, it's good to be straightforward, but it's easy to offend people."

"That's right, just because I can't speak, I've been scolded by my wife many times."

"Uncle Wang, in less than a year, your wife won't scold you anymore."

"Why?"

"Because the rice cooker sells very well and your income increases, is Aunt Wang still willing to scold you?"

A picture appeared in front of Wang Jiaren's eyes, he was draped in a big red flower, and he went home happily, and his wife obediently stood at the door to greet him, and invited him into the house like a king.

Wow! What a beautiful dream!

(End of chapter)