In addition to being the squad leader, Li Yue is also a girl.

When the rest of the class saw her crying, they gradually stopped the jokes.

Everyone returned to their places, picked up their books and returned to their studies.

Lu Miao is like this.

However, what she read was not a textbook, but the English translation of "The Remains of the Lady of the Camellias in Paris" that she bought before.

Guan Yangyang, the female classmate on the right, swept away and widened her eyes in surprise.

"Lu Miao, have you started reading such high-level extracurricular books now? This is a French masterpiece, or an English translation! ”

Lu Miao curled her lips and looked at her lazily but affectionately:

"Just take a look."

Not only are there fewer study materials, but there are also fewer extracurricular books.

Foreign masterpieces, whether they are in English or Chinese translation, are not cheap.

A group of poor students are reluctant to eat enough, how can they have the money to buy extracurricular books?

Anyone in the class can come up with such a book, it's really rare.

"You're really amazing!"

Guan Yangyang's eyes were full of adoration.

"When you're done, can you lend it to me? I swear, I'll take good care of it! ”

"I can lend it to you, but I have to line up, because I have already promised Wang Mian first."

Lu Miao nodded, thought of something and added:

"If you don't mind the Chinese translation, I still have one at home, and I can bring it to you tomorrow."

"Don't mind! Of course not! ”

There is actually a library in the school, but there are not many books in it.

And it's overcrowded every day, and everything you can find when you squeeze in is something that I've read several times before, and some of the content is about to be memorized.

There are also a few early positive foreign masterpieces, which are almost pulped into cultural relics, and they are still very sought-after, and they can't squat at all.

As soon as Lu Miao said that she agreed to borrow, many students in the class stood up:

"What are you seeing? Which famous book is it? When they're done, can they lend it to me? ”

"I want it too!"

“……”

For a short time, Lu Miao's side was overcrowded.

Even Liu Xiaofang squeezed over.

Leaning back, Li Yue looked at this scene and angrily crumpled the envelope sandwiched in the English textbook.

Letters of recommendation can be big or small.

Originally, she just wanted to know the secret of Lu Miao's stable grades.

After figuring it out, I thought about finding a chance to return the envelope.

Now, still?

Don't even think about it!

Li Yue wiped away her tears and sneered.

He opened the envelope and put it in his book, then put the book on the stool and sat down.

Translators can earn so much money, she wants to see that Lu Miao has no place to enter the National Kumon English Society.

If you can't continue to translate manuscripts in the future, how can you maintain such a high-profile and luxurious life!

It seems that he has seen Lu Miao's broken appearance after being cut off from his financial route.

Li Yue smiled proudly, and her mood was much better.

In the end, the blackboard newspaper was completed by more than 20 people in the class.

Lu Miao's handwriting is very beautiful, and it looks much inferior on the blackboard.

The content of the text was completed by Wang Mian and Guan Yangyang.

Although Lu Miao doesn't like trouble, she pays attention to collective honor at this time, she follows the customs of the villagers and participates in some of them.

Holding the chalk head horizontally, in the blank space in the lower right corner of the blackboard, he drew a stick figure figure wearing a military hat and saluting the army.

The effect is pretty good.

Guan Yangyang and Wang Mian looked at her several times, saying that she had wonderful ideas and praised her for being amazing.

made Lu Miao a little embarrassed.

Usually others study seriously, but she doesn't like to do serious things.

During class, she was distracted, and she scribbled a lot of graffiti in books and notebooks.

There is an excerpt from his Chinese textbook, followed by an illustration of a hen with a flock of chicks.

She didn't know what to think at the time, and equipped each chick with a machine gun......

Lu Miao was in a fugue for a short time, and after thinking about it, he really had to restrain himself in the future.

Otherwise, if someone takes her textbook and reads it more, what will it be?

Just think about it, and you die.

When she packed up her things and went home after school, Lu Miao smelled the smell of oil as soon as she entered the yard with her handbag.

The two children were sitting on the small pony in the kitchen, pinching something in their hands and eating, and their mouths were oily.

Lu Miao went into the kitchen where she put down her bag, "What did you get?" Why is it so fragrant. ”

"Tell me more."

Tang Mei smiled.

"Xiao Fu came back early from the compulsory class today, and said that on the way back, he saw fish and shrimp in the small river ditch, so he touched some and came back."

The pot was still exploding.

Tang Mei processed those small fish and shrimp, added five-spice powder to stew a large bowl of batter, and was frying it.

Lu Miao scooped up some water, beckoned Xiao Mingyi to follow her outside the door, and slowly poured water for her to wash her hands.

Speaking of the compulsory class, Lu Miao said:

"Next Monday is Labor Day, and we will also participate in the voluntary labor class."

"Ouch, is it true? A slice? ”

"It's not far, it's on the edge of the second ring road, just cross the moat."

"It's not far away, so as not to get up at four o'clock in the morning, like Xiao Fu before...... You have a good rest at home for the past two days, and when I come back to Monday morning, I will get you some food early, and you can bring some with you. ”

Lu Miao nodded, "Okay." ”

Tang Mei was busy with her work, but she was still chattering:

"The food provided by the villagers is not necessarily what it is, and the food stamps have to be given as usual...... You eat it yourself with what you like, and you don't give food stamps when you turn around, give a penny to rub a piece of firewood on someone's house, and ask someone to help you warm it up. ”

"Okay, got it. What about Brother You? ”

"I said that the cucumber rack in the yard was not strong, so I ran out to find a bamboo pole to build a new shelf."

Lu Miao let out an "oh".

The fruits and vegetables in the small courtyard are full of greenery, and the spring cucumbers planted before have begun to bear melons at this time.

Lu Miao ate a few fried fish and shrimp cakes in the kitchen, and then went to the well to wash her hands.

Behind him, he swayed and followed by two small tails, one big and two small, and got into the crooked cucumber vine together, groping for treasure.

The loofah planted on the side is on the wrong side, and the melon vines have climbed to the roof, except for the hard work when picking the loofah, there is not much need to care about it at other times.

Fu Jingyou carried a small bundle of dried bamboo poles into the yard, and his wife and children were squatting by the well, giggling and eating tender cucumbers.

Fu Jingyou threw the bamboo pole on the ground, washed his hands by the well, and squatted over.

The sharp eyebrows and eyes in the past are now mixed with strong affection, as soft as spring water.

"How's it going? Isn't it the same as the one in the south before? ”

"I guess so."

Lu Miao slurred his speech and handed the remaining half of the cucumber to his mouth.

"You taste?"

Fu Jingyou took a big bite.

The taste of cabbage last time was quite obvious, and it was indeed not as sweet as eating it in the south.

Cucumbers are as crisp and moist as they are, so there doesn't seem to be much difference.