The next day, after Zhang Su woke up, he first calculated the current situation of the Anxin Hospital.

He still has 8.5 million yen left in his own disposable funds, and Lianwu has earned 120 million yen through the stock market, which is more than ten times that of Zhang Su.

The property includes a small animal farm that can pick up 10 eggs a day, and Chiyo Fujikawa is in charge of taking care of it.

Ruizi stepped on the sewing machine, which can produce more than 20 pieces of fabric a week, she stepped on it too fast, and the whole person was very thin, not at all like a person before she was imprisoned, but her chest was still there.

Containment debris is 1 point for teaching and 1 point for output, 2 points per day. At present, as many as 62 points have been accumulated, and about 20~40 points can be used to repair a special witch containment chamber or upgrade a facility.

The current amount saved is okay, even if Edith suddenly stuffs 2 dangerous witches in, Zhang Su can be properly contained.

He checked the logistics and said that the new kitchen appliances purchased today and tomorrow will be delivered, which will greatly improve the quality of the food.

The construction of the food cold storage has also begun, and the construction team down the mountain has measured that it will take about one month to be built, and a large number of materials can be hoarded at that time.

Now there is only a small Xiaoice box, which is really not enough, just stuff some meat dishes and fill it up.

He planned it well, and then went downstairs and said good morning to Lotus Mist.

Zhang Su felt that he was disciplined by Lianwu, but he went downstairs every day, because Lianwu would be waiting at the door, and if she didn't go, she would definitely be in a hurry.

"Good morning, Miss Lianwu." Zhang Su waved his hand.

“！” Lian Wu gestured, and she signaled that she was about to have a surprise for Zhang Su.

She smiled herself as she gestured.

"Surprise? Gift? Then I can look forward to it. Zhang Su was curious.

"~" Lian Wu walked away briskly, not wanting Zhang Su to deduce more details.

Miss Lianwu is going to give herself a gift, and Zhang Su also has some expectations in her heart.

His job this morning was to attend classes.

Because of adequate nutrition, Murohua now has the strength to walk, and he doesn't have to stay in bed to recuperate, and he also comes to class today, although he can't see, but he can grope for dictation in his notebook.

The early morning sun poured into the classroom, looking at the children in front of him, Zhang Su was in a good mood.

His main business is still teaching, and teaching is also very fulfilling, Zhang Su's big wish is to teach them to be good children.

"Today's text is "Vanka", let's read a paragraph alone, mercy, start with you." Zhang Su writes on the blackboard.

Because the book arrived, everyone got their own book, and the beginning was a classic.

This way of reading a paragraph by one person, which is jokingly called "driving a train" in many places, is suitable for children, especially to read it to Murohua, because Murohua can't see.

Vanka looked at the dark window, and the blurred shadow of a candle reflected in the glass window...... "Lianyang is everyone's senior sister, and she has studied outside, so it is not difficult to read at all at this time."

“…… The weather was so nice, it was sunny, there was not a hint of wind, and it was dry and cold and dry and cold ......" and Yuan Ori read in a soft voice.

“…… The proprietress asked me to clean up a herring, and I picked it up from my tail, and she scooped up the herring and poked me in the face with the fish's mouth...... "Saho had fun while reading."

Zhang Su recalled that when he was in college or even graduate school, once the teachers were lazy, they would let the students read like this in class, especially in English class, which was actually irresponsible.

On the side, Muroka jotted down the general content of the text in Braille in her booklet.

Because he is blind, Murohua uses a hard pen to prick a dimple on the paper from right to left.

As she reads, she turns the entire sheet over and fumbles for bumps from left to right so that she can identify the content.

“…… The envelope had been bought the night before for a kopeck. He thought about it for a while, and Dan Yidan's ink ...... "Xia Xi is the youngest, illiterate, and can't understand the word "dip".

Zhang Su taught Xia Xi the word "dip".

He wrote it stroke by stroke, breaking it down into three parts: cursive prefix, unitary, and coke. Natsuki wrote crookedly on the paper a few times and learned!

"Dip, dip!" Natsuki rereads.

"Natsuki, you can make a sentence." Zhang Su said, "Dipping means to dip something in the liquid, such as dipping in water, dipping in ink, and the like." ”

Natsuki touched her head.

"When the earth is dipped in the sun, it turns golden!" She said happily.

No, it has to be liquid. Zhang Su wanted to refute her like this, but what Xia Xi described was so beautiful that he was reluctant to correct it.

"Dipping is meant to be in contact with liquids, and sunlight is not liquids. But what Xia Xi said also works, this is a kind of 'metaphor', the sunlight is like flowing water, golden, once the earth is soaked in the sun, it does turn golden. Zhang Su said eloquently.

"Oooh!"

"Dip ......"

"I see...... "They all feel that they have a lot of knowledge.

After everyone has read the text, Zhang Su will explain.

“…… In a word...... The story tells the story of poor Vanka, who went from the countryside to work in the big city, was bullied, and wrote to his grandfather, hoping to be taken back to the country. He concluded.

After finishing this text, the little witches asked another classic question.

"Teacher, will Vanka's grandfather receive the letter?" Yuan Ori asked.

"I'm afraid it's difficult, you need to affix a stamp to write a letter, and you have to write a clear address, otherwise you won't be able to distribute it." Zhang Su said.

"Woo......" Yuan Ori listened to it and couldn't help but shed tears.

"It would be nice if Fanka had a mobile phone." Rei Yang quipped.

"Haha, that's the harsh reality. Our experience was much worse than his, be strong, little ones. Saho disagreed.

"We haven't been beaten this year, it's much better than before, and there's something delicious to eat." Natsuki is more optimistic.

Because they grew up in a hostile environment, they are also mentally tougher than other peers.

"After listening to this story, I also wanted to write a letter, but unfortunately we didn't know who our grandfather was." Lianyang said.

Thinking about it carefully, none of them wrote to anyone, and they were a little annoyed by this.

But soon Yuanori suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, Murohua, Murohua's mother is still there." She vaguely remembered.

"Write a letter? To my mom? Murohana was pleasantly surprised.

Muroka's mother, Mitama Shinshiro, is being held in the New Tokyo No. 1 Witch Prison.

The crime she committed was to leave her post without permission, she was a witch who broke the throne twice, and she guarded the gates of hell in Hokkaido for a long time, and she has the reputation of the wall of the North Sea.

Because she misses the young Murohua so much that she is mentally unstable, she even secretly flees Hokkaido to see her daughter.

At that time, there was a demonic invasion, and without the magical support of Shinjo Mitama, Hokkaido's defenses were severely damaged.

Shinjo Miyu was also arrested and sentenced a few hundred meters from her doorstep, and finally failed to see Komuro Hana.

Komurohua's father was an officer, and he was in the prime of life, and he was afraid that this incident would affect his promotion, so he hurriedly wrote a statement to cut ties to show his loyalty, and he had climbed to the rank of colonel this year. Murohua was thrown into the most dilapidated Anxin courtyard because there was no one to take care of it.

Shinjo Mitama will be released from prison in another 5 years, and then Murohua will be picked up from the detention center and reunited again.

"No problem," Zhang Su nodded, "Let's work together to write a letter to Murohua's mother, and I'll take it to the town and send it to Mrs. Xincheng, so that she will know how Murohua is doing!" After all these years, she must be worried. ”

"Good!" They're all coming up.

Just do it.

Zhang Su found a piece of letterhead, and they came over with all their hands and feet, imitating Vanka's story and began to write a letter.

Everyone writes a paragraph and reads it to Murohua.

Muroka stood beside him, expectant and focused.

"Dear Ms. Mitama Shinjo. The weather is warm, and the spring is back, I don't know how you are doing? This letter is specially to show the recent situation of Ling Aimurohua...... "Zhang Su wrote the beginning.

"We are good friends of Murohua, and we will definitely take care of Murohua and let her grow up here with peace of mind......" Yuan Ori wrote carefully one stroke at a time.

"The director helped me write, I don't know much about literacy." Natsuki writes slowly, and she really wishes she had studied hard.

"Your daughter Muroka is living a leisurely life here, sleeping in the hottest places and not even having to pay the heating bill, so don't worry." Sasui finished writing, and then shook his head and read it.

"Ah, Saho stupid!" Natsuki felt that Saho's heart was small, "Have you forgotten?" Murohua is ...... to protect you."

"Say no more!" Early spike is dissatisfied.

She didn't like it to be mentioned, as if she had blinded Murohua. This is what Saho hates the most.

"......" Murohua was a little sad.

They all tacitly agreed not to mention it.

"I wish you good health and please take care of it. Anxin House Witch Shelter,Friends of Murohua.。 Reliant gracefully wrote the inscription.

"Will the director send it out for us? Can I send it this time? Enori said expectantly.

"Absolutely sent, if it can't be delivered, I will apologize to everyone, and then fight with the postal system." Zhang Su nodded vigorously.

"How—How do you know if it's been delivered?" Murohua asked weakly, "If it's the same as Vanka, it can't be delivered to grandpa......

She had forgotten what her mother looked like, and Murohua wanted to touch her mother's cheek again, even if she couldn't see, she wanted to outline her appearance from her fingertips.

"There will be a reply." Reo felt a little touched, she turned her head and said, "If the director delivers the letter, Muroka's mother will definitely write back, and she will ...... desperately"

Zhang Su folded the letter, put it in an envelope, stuffed it into his pocket, and strode out.

Looking at the teacher's back, the little witches' eyes were full of excitement, as if they had just thrown a drifting bottle into the sea.