The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

After the food improved, Rong Ling was more energetic even in class.

In the new week, teacher Du, the head teacher, announced an important news in class: "Students, next month there will be an English competition in the city, and Teacher Sun will explain it to you in detail in English class. If you have plans, you can do it yourself. Sign up for a try."

Most people didn't take it seriously when they heard the news.

After all, for these junior high school students, it is very good to be able to accurately write 26 English letters, and the competition is simply a fantasy!

Teacher Du added: "The top three in the competition will get bonuses. Students who are promising should not miss this opportunity."

Everyone, look at me,? I look at you,? Still no one speaks.

Some guys who are usually ignorant and incompetent urged each other: "You go, you can do it."

"Why don't you go?"

Rong Ling, who was writing furiously on the manuscript paper, was moved.

In modern times, she has passed all IELTS and TOEFL bands [-] and [-], and she will definitely be the first in the municipal English competition for junior high school students.

What's more - there are bonuses for the top three, you'd be a fool if you didn't go.

So for the next class, after Sun Xiufang said the registration requirements, Rong Ling went into the office to ask her to register after the get out of class was over.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Sun Xiufang sat at the desk knitting winter woolen trousers for the children without raising her eyes. "The registration fee plus the accommodation fee is two yuan."

"Two yuan?" Rong Ling wondered if he heard it wrong, the tuition fee for the whole semester was only five yuan.

Her manuscript has not yet been sent out, and all the private money she saved for the whole summer was used to pay tuition and miscellaneous fees. In addition to the pocket money that Ma Xiaoping gave one after another, the total savings were only more than [-] cents.

Sun Xiufang frowned impatiently: "If you don't have any money, go back and find your own parents. Maybe I will pay for it for you?"

Just at this time, another classmate came in: "Mr. Sun, I want to sign up for the English competition."

Sun Xiufang immediately put down what she was doing, and smiled brightly: "Hey, Xiaojiao is here, it's okay, just ask your dad to tell me."

The father of this classmate named Xiaojiao is the dean of the school, and his position is much higher than that of Sun Xiufang, an ordinary English teacher.

We all live in the staff dormitory, upstairs and downstairs, and we usually get to know each other very well.

Even the system defended Rong Ling: "The registration fee plus accommodation fee is only one yuan and two, but this woman just wants to fill her own pocket."

Rong Ling watched Sun Xiufang make friends with another classmate and left quietly.

But even if it is one yuan and two, I have no money.

"Ah—" Rong Ling couldn't help sighing softly, this is really a hero who can't die for a dollar.

Anyway, there are still two weeks to sign up, so Rong Ling has to do another thing first.

At noon, she took out the manuscript she had written to polish it, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it.

At noon the next day, Rong Ling took advantage of his lunch break to secretly mail three letters to the post office in the town. The stamps and envelopes cost a total of twenty-four cents.

With the rest of the money, she bought notebooks and pens at the consignment store.

Now, Rong Ling was completely penniless.

On the way home on the weekend, I thought of asking Ma Xiaoping for so much money in one go, and [-] cents of it fell into Sun Xiufang's pocket.Among them, Rong Ling looked serious.

There was a winding dirt road at the entrance of the village, and smoke rose from the black tiles of the earthen houses in the bamboo forest. Behind Rong Ling, there was a sudden ringing of bicycle bells.

When she turned around, it was Wei Yijia who was riding a bicycle.

There is also a bamboo basket tied to the back seat of the bicycle, which is filled with freshly cut rice.

"Sister Wei..." Rong Ling stopped to greet Wei Yijia.

"A Ling came back from school?" Wei Yijia asked her softly, stopping the bicycle on tiptoe.

Unexpectedly, with her movement, the bamboo basket on the bicycle shook and overturned, and the golden ears of rice spilled all over the ground.

Rong Ling hurriedly bent down to help her pick up the rice, and Wei Yijia also squatted down to clean it up.

Yuanshen has been doing farm work all year round, and his movements are nimble. After a while, the ears of rice he picked up filled the bamboo baskets.

After Wei Yijia thanked him, he sighed slightly imperceptibly.

Rong Ling didn't miss her voice: "Sister Wei, what's the matter?"

Wei Yijia walked back while pushing his bicycle, and said to Rong Ling: "It's nothing, I just saw that everyone in the village has finished cutting rice, and our fields haven't moved yet, so I'm a little anxious."

The rice harvested in autumn has been in the fields for too long. If it meets the rainy season, it will be more troublesome, and it will also affect the sowing and harvest of the next year.The third grandma was sick and couldn't do any work, and Wei Yijia was a refined educated youth, so of course she couldn't harvest much rice.

When Rong Ling heard this, he patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, sister, I will come to help you tomorrow, I can work quickly."

"Really?" Wei Yijia seemed relieved, "Then thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Wei Yijia has helped her so much, and she deserves something in return.

The red scarf on Rong Ling's chest became more colorful.

After five o'clock the next day, when the sky was turning white, Rong Ling dressed and washed by the well, took a sickle and a basket and went out.

Wei Yijia was waiting for her at the appointed intersection: "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"ate……"

But it's just a bowl of sweet potato porridge with little water in the soup.

Wei Yijia didn't say much, and took out two boiled eggs from his cloth bag to Rong Ling.

Only when you are full can you have the strength to work, Rong Ling was not polite, peeled two boiled eggs and ate them clean.

When I came to the field of the third grandmother's house, a piece of golden yellow swayed in the breeze, making rustling noises, set off by the cleanly cut farmland around me, no wonder Wei Yijia was anxious.

Before dawn, Rong Ling didn't talk nonsense, picked up the sickle and started working.

She grabbed the rice stem with her left hand and cut it with a sickle with her right hand. After a while, a khaki road was opened in the middle of the golden rice field.

Wei Yijia was not idle either, bending over to cut the rice, but the speed was much slower than Rong Ling's to the naked eye.

By the time the sun came out, it was already two hours later.

Most of the rice in this field was cut by Rong Ling. She put on a straw hat to shade the sun, feeling that the sun is not very hot today, so Rong Ling continued to work.

Until at some point, Wei Yijia called out to her: "A Ling, let's rest for a while."

Saying that, Wei Yijia took out another watermelon from another vegetable field next to it.

She carried the watermelon to the well to wash it, split the watermelon into two halves, and gave the larger half to Rong Ling.

Rong Ling, who was resting by the field, was very surprised: "Why are there still watermelons in this season?"

"Well..." Wei Yijia said, "This is the last one, it will be gone after eating."

Hearing what she said, Rong Ling cherished the half of the watermelon even more. She picked up the iron spoon that Wei Yijia brought from home, scooped up the red heart in the middle of the watermelon, and put it in with her mouth wide open.

The ice-cold watermelon flesh tastes sandy and sweet, and the sweet juice overflows when you bite into it.

Rong Ling couldn't help squinting his eyes, feeling the oncoming breeze brushing against his cheeks, and the hair around his ears also fluttered.

The chirping of cicadas in late summer is so insignificant at this moment, and autumn is almost here.

After eating watermelon, Rong Ling and Wei Yijia rested and worked for a while. In half a day, the entire field of rice was harvested.

Wei Yijia did not ask Rong Ling to help carry it back, but used a bicycle to carry it back one basket after another. After a dozen round trips, with Rong Ling's help, all the harvested rice was piled up under the eaves for threshing.

Rong Ling asked Wei Yijia what time it was, and when he learned that it was past two o'clock in the afternoon, he knew it was time to go back for lunch.

The third grandma came out of the stove: "Cui'er don't go back, just eat at our house, grandma's steamed buns today."

She tried her best to invite, but Rong Ling's kindness was hard to refuse, and she went to the kitchen to help carry the dishes.

The steamed buns are already out of the pan, and they are hot in a shaukei covered with a layer of gauze. The third grandma happily persuaded her, "How about trying grandma's cooking?"

After washing his hands, Rong Ling picked up the top bun, blew on it, and then bit down.

The noodles made by myself are a bit hard, and they don't have a good taste when biting.

Under the thin dough was the hot bun stuffing, Rong Ling inhaled and blew hurriedly.

From the first bite, she could tell that the buns were mixed with chopped dried salty vegetables and shredded bacon.

The fresh and salty fillings are paired with the solid dough. In the blink of an eye, Rong Ling ate up the big bun in his hand.

The third grandma smiled and advised her to eat as much as she wanted.

Rong Ling was a little embarrassed, and waited until the vegetable porridge was brought to the table before picking up another bun to eat.

This one is stuffed with cowpea, mixed with minced pork belly and minced green onion and ginger, the oil and water are about to flow out, and the crunchy cowpea tastes different.

Drink a sip of green vegetable porridge and eat a sip of steamed stuffed bun. There is nothing like this in the days of immortals.

Rong Ling ate four big buns and drank two bowls of porridge. She didn't put down her chopsticks until she couldn't eat anymore.

The third grandma got up tremblingly again and went into the back room. After a while, she came out with a small cloth bag.

The cloth bag was opened layer by layer, and inside was her continuation of these years.

Grandma licked her fingers, and counted out some money for Rong Ling: "This is Tweety's hard work for my family today."

Rong Ling's eyes widened, and his head shook like a rattle: "No need for grandma, it's just a matter of raising your hands, besides, I'm eating at your place, right?"

"Eating is what I, an elder, should take care of you." The third grandmother said, "You have the money, you deserve it."

Wei Yijia also advised her: "Accept it, otherwise we won't be embarrassed to ask you for help next time."

The two tried their best to persuade, but Rong Ling had no choice but to accept the money given to him by the third grandma.

On the way back, Rong Ling counted, and there was a full three yuan!

Rong Ling didn't even know if the rice he helped to harvest was worth so much money.

If she had known that the third grandma would give her money, she should have worked more quickly and had less fish.

But with this extra money, at least Rong Ling won't have to worry about the registration fee for the English competition.

Back at school, she hurriedly handed over the registration fee to Sun Xiufang, regardless of the other party's reaction.

Soon, a month will pass.

Before that, Rong Ling received great news—the manuscript she sent was actually adopted by the magazine.

Moreover, the other party also sent a manuscript fee slip with the letter. In the column of the remittance amount, there is a full 10.00 yuan, which is ten yuan!

Rong Ling was so happy that she almost jumped up at the post office. She hurriedly handed the manuscript fee slip to the salesperson behind the counter: "Master, please exchange the ten yuan for me."

The other party glanced at the payment slip: "Little girl, this can only be exchanged at the designated post office in the county, we can't exchange it here."

It doesn't matter, anyway, I will go to the county to participate in the competition in two days anyway, Rong Ling carefully collected the manuscript fee slip, and returned to the dormitory to press it on the bottom of the box.

The author has something to say: Rong Ling: Get rich!