The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Two days later, even when he was sitting in the examination room answering the English test paper, Rong Ling was still distracted thinking about what to do with the ten yuan in the manuscript fee bill.

The English test ended in the morning, and the teacher who led the team had said in advance that they could take them for a stroll around the city in the afternoon, and return to town after dinner.

Rong Ling planned to take the opportunity to withdraw money from the post office. Most of the money must be saved, but it was a rare trip to the city, so he had to spend what should be spent.

Although there are no department stores like big cities in small counties,? With the rise of the market economy, there are still many small shopping malls.

Worried that Ma Xiaoping would blame him for not doing his job properly, Rong Ling didn't tell anyone about the manuscript fee, so he couldn't spend too much, lest people would see the clues.

She did the math. If the clothes worn by the family members, including herself, were torn, they would be cut out with fertilizer bags and patched. It was ugly, not to mention bad for the skin. It was time to buy a piece of cloth.

There are also Third Grandma and Wei Yijia. They usually give themselves so much help, and of course their rewards are also indispensable.

After making up his mind, when the exam is over, the teachers and students of the school in the town gather at the guest house. Before leaving, Rong Ling said to the teacher who led the team: "Teacher, my family asked me to drop by the post office to get money."

There were two teachers leading the team. She didn't talk to Sun Xiufang, but chose to talk to another gentle female teacher.

Sure enough, Sun Xiufang snorted softly: "I don't know how much money I have, I'm wasting everyone's time."

The other female teacher pretended not to hear the words: "Then how about it, Sister Sun, you go shopping in the mall first, and Rong Ling and I will come to see you later."

The county is not big, a teacher with a group of students is very conspicuous, even if you ask passers-by, you can find it.

Sun Xiufang was not very good at giving winks to her peers, so she took the other students and left first, and she did not forget to give the students an order first: "Be honest with me later, don't run around in the mall, if you get lost, no one will find you ..."

Rong Ling and another teacher went to the post office to withdraw money, and the teacher reminded her very gently: "You are a child who loses money easily, so leave it to me for safekeeping, and I will hand it over to you when you go back."

That's fine, Rong Ling didn't refuse.

The county town is really different. The city in the 80s is completely different from the city Rong Ling lived in in modern times. In Yuan's memory, he has never seen it before. Rong Ling looked left and right, appraising the surrounding environment.

Buses and cars pass through the city, and there are many customers in the small shops on the street at noon, and there are two fashionable girls oncoming, everything is a prosperous scene, and there are many people in the shopping mall.

The shopping mall sells everything, tea, rice, oil, salt, clothes, shoes and socks, pastries and candies, as well as TVs and refrigerators imported from abroad - Rong Ling can't afford them.

She who originally thought she had a huge sum of money came to her senses, and made up her mind to make more money, and then she could buy whatever she wanted.

In the end, Rong Ling bought a catty of salt and a catty of white sugar, split them into two and put them in different plastic bags.

Originally, Rong Ling was worried that she would not be able to exchange for cloth without a cloth ticket, but she didn't expect to hear from the goods receiving staff in the mall that there was a backlog of products and there was a promotion that did not accept cloth tickets, so she bought another bolt of indigo cotton cloth for [-] cents.

Calculated, the total cost was one yuan and three cents, because Rong Ling bought daily necessities, and the teacher who helped manage the money only thought that she was entrusted by her family, without thinking too much, and helped her cut off a few cents.

Rong Ling used the pocket money in his pocket to buy a box of clam oil for seven cents.

This is specially bought for Wei Yijia. She has delicate skin and tender flesh. When she cut the rice last time, her hands were blistered by the scythe.

Now that the weather is cold, you should pay more attention to skin care in winter. Clam oil is similar to modern hand creams, which can moisturize the skin, and you can just wipe your face and hands.

The weekend came again soon, and Rong Ling returned home with a full load.

Looking at the big and small bags she was carrying on her back, Ma Xiaoping blamed her with a smile on her face: "You've become rich, so what do you do when you go to the city to buy so many things?"

"They are all useful at home." Rong Ling said sweetly, "Mom, don't worry, when the test results come out, I will still get a bonus, so I don't have to worry about having no money to spend."

Ma Xiaoping let her blow the cowhide to the sky, and hurriedly helped carry the salt and sugar.

In this era, white sugar is a good thing. It is not only a seasoning for cooking, but also a snack for children.

Several younger brothers and sisters hurriedly gathered around, licked their fingers and dipped them in sugar to eat.

Rong Ling ignored them and went to the third grandma's house with another portion of sugar and salt.

Walking into the yard, Third Grandma's dog knew Rong Ling, so she wagged its tail and barked at her excitedly. The person who opened the door was Wei Yijia. When she saw Rong Ling, her cold face showed warmth: "Grandma, don't you?" I'm at home, what's the matter?"

Rong Ling followed her into the room, put the things on the table, and lied without blushing: "My mother asked me to bring them here."

Wei Yijia pursed her lips: "Thank you..."

Rong Ling took out the box of clam oil that her mother had hidden in her pocket again: "Sister Wei, I brought this back for you when I went to the city to participate in the competition."

Wei Yijia didn't refuse, and reached out to take it.

Rong Ling persuaded her with bright eyes: "Can you try it?"

Wei Yijia tore off the seal on the package, opened the shell cover, and the white ointment inside exuded a faint smell.

She picked up a small dot with her fingertips, applied it to the back of her hands and rubbed it together.

Wei Yijia's hands were originally beautiful, with slender and slender fingers. Even after doing farm work for several years, the skin is still delicate.

After being moisturized by the hand cream, it is even whiter and brighter than the inside of the packaged shell.

When she has money, she will buy more, better and more expensive creams for sister Wei, Rong Ling thought.

At this moment, Wei Yijia said, "Thank you..."

"You're welcome..." Rong Ling quickly shook her head, "As long as Sister Wei likes it."

"I like it very much..." Wei Yijia lowered his eyes, "It's just that you earned your money hard, so you don't have to spend it in the future."

Rong Ling thought about it, but did not hide it from her: "Don't worry, sister, I bought this with the manuscript fee, and I have a lot of manuscript fees now."

"I see..." Wei Yijia nodded thoughtfully.

"But I haven't told anyone, not even my mother." Rong Ling said hastily, "Sister Wei, please don't let it slip, this is our secret."

"Hmm..." Wei Yijia whispered, "I know..."

She repeated Rong Ling's words: "This is our secret."

As he said that, Wei Yijia suddenly stretched out his hand: "Don't be afraid, I won't tell others. If you don't believe me, we will pull the hook."

Wei Yijia was coaxing herself like a child, but Rong Ling didn't refuse, she stretched out her hand in mid-air and raised her little finger to catch Wei Yijia's little finger and shook it.

The hook is hung up and cannot be changed for 100 years.

After that, Rong Ling would receive payment for the manuscript sent out every once in a while.

Sometimes it is three yuan, sometimes five yuan, and sometimes even ten yuan like the first time!

This greatly encouraged her, and Rong Ling began to write vigorously whenever she had time.

Thinking of her mission in this world to help her family live a good life, Rong Ling also considered whether to make money by writing books, but she calmed down and quickly dismissed the idea.

After all, the stories I can write are not long, and this line of work is too dependent on luck, there is no 100% sure thing, Rong Ling does not intend to go all the way to the dark.

Anyway, save every money first, the era full of opportunities is coming, as long as you have the capital and seize the opportunities, her goal will always come true.

A month later, the results of the English competition came out.

As Rong Ling expected, she got the first place in the city with a bonus of ten yuan.

The bonus was handed out by the homeroom teacher in class, and when they went to the stage to accept the award, all the students looked at Rong Ling with admiration.

Rong Ling didn't hide the ten yuan, and when she got home on the weekend, she handed the money to Ma Xiaoping.

Ma Xiaoping, who was cooking, wiped her hands on her apron before accepting the money with a smile on her face: "My Tweety is very promising, and she has earned back her tuition in just a few months since I started school, who dares to say that it is useless for you to study. "

Ma Xiaoping is not a low-key person. When pulling radishes in the field, she did not forget to chat with the villagers about it with the loudest voice.

Within half a day, everyone in the village knew that the daughter of Ma Xiaoping's family was promising, and she won the first place in the market exam, with a bonus of ten yuan.

Ten yuan may not be a sum of money that is out of reach for Rong Ling now, but for the people in the village, they may not be able to earn it after working hard on the land for half a year.

Ma Xiaoping was quite proud of this, and early the next morning, she took a few children to the town to go to the market, specially cut two catties of lean meat, and bought a few rabbits.

Shredded lean meat is fried together with shredded potatoes and shredded green peppers. Add some vinegar before serving it out, and finally fill a big pot with white rice made from freshly harvested rice. It is spicy and refreshing.

After eating, Rong Ling hiccupped and went to the next room to watch the rabbit.

These rabbits are big and white, surrounded by bamboo fences and raised in straw piles. Their three-petal mouths are moving and grazing, and their red eyes are looking around.

Rong Ling couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but the little rabbit was too frightened to move and let her touch it.

Of course Ma Xiaoping didn't buy rabbits for these children to play with. These rabbits are seven months old and they are ready to breed.

Moreover, rabbits have a strong reproductive ability. When the time comes, the big ones can be eaten, and the small ones can be carried to the market to sell.

Chickens lay eggs and chickens, and what they eat is only dried clover grass picked from the fields, which is a good deal.

There was still half a catty of pork left, so Ma Xiaoping chopped the meat into fine pieces, and asked Rong Ling to take out cowpeas from the kimchi jar and chop them up too.

Then put oil in the pot, stir-fry the pork stuffing until it turns slightly white, add cooking wine and soy sauce for color and seasoning, and finally add cowpea grains and stir-fry together.

The firewood under the iron pot was burning vigorously, and the aroma of the vegetables in the pot was instantly stimulated, and the sour taste from the kimchi jar made people drool uncontrollably.

This is Rong Ling's meal for the next week.

When the steaming fried minced pork with capers and beans just came out, the oily flowers were still sizzling. Rong Ling couldn't help but tasted some. The moment the tip of her tongue was hit by the sourness of soaked cowpea mixed with the taste of meat, her eyes Light up: "Delicious!"

"Look at your worthless appearance." Ma Xiaoping said with a smile, "After more than a month, I will kill the New Year's Pig, so that you can eat as much meat as you want."