The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

As the end of the year approaches, there is not much farm work to be done during the 20-plus days of winter vacation. Apart from helping Ma Xiaoping with fireworks and cooking every day, what Rong Ling does most is to guide her two younger sisters in their studies.

They will leave this world after completing their tasks. It is useless to leave wealth alone, but they must have the mind to deal with it. Otherwise, they will end up with nothing.

Fortunately, the two younger sisters are also very competitive. Although they are not as smart as the original owner, they are very willing to work hard.

After the second sister, Jiajia, listened to Rong Ling's lecture, she raised her dark eyes and looked at her: "Is it fun for my sister to study in the city?"

"Of course it's fun." Rong Ling told her, "The high schools in the city have a lot of things that elementary and junior high schools don't have. There are experimental classes, music classes and electronic pianos, and physical education classes can also play volleyball..."

Jiajia's eyes revealed a look of longing.

"So you have to study hard." Rong Ling advised her, "If you do well in the senior high school entrance examination, you can also study in the city."

The second sister nodded heavily: "Okay, I want to be like my sister, and I will study in the city in the future!"

The serious little look is really cute, Rong Ling couldn't help pinching Jiajia's still baby-fat face.

She couldn't help but think of when she was with Wei Yijia, maybe she was in the same mood as herself at the moment?

But Wei Yijia certainly wouldn't know,? The real age of her so-called younger sister was actually as old as her.

Twenty days passed quickly, and it was time for Rong Ling to go back to school.

Ma Xiaoping sent Rong Ling to the town with a basket of bacon, sausages and vegetables on her back.

Standing on the side of the street waiting for the van to go straight to the county, Ma Xiaoping took out the vegetables and meat in the snakeskin bag from the back basket, and told Rong Ling: "When you arrive at school, you must listen to the teacher. If someone bullies you, tell the teacher and the teacher." Your sister Wei."

"Understood, Mom." Rong Ling nodded repeatedly.

While talking, the car came.

Ma Xiaoping hurriedly put the snakeskin bag in the trunk of the van again: "If you can't carry these things, you can spend money to find a porter to carry them back when you arrive in the city. Don't take the wrong things with others..."

There were many people entering the city, and there were very few seats in the car. Rong Ling finally squeezed into a corner and sat down. Hearing Ma Xiaoping's earnest instructions in the noisy voices, he couldn't help feeling a little sour.

The car door was slammed shut, she looked out the window at Ma Xiaoping whose hair was disheveled by the cold wind, and waved her hand.

Along the way, the scene of Ma Xiaoping seeing her off appeared before Rong Ling's eyes.

Originally, in the past two years, she had saved nearly three hundred private house money, but it was far from enough to make her family live a better life.

Rong Ling decided to deposit the money in the bank first. Although the interest rate is almost zero, at least the accounts are clearer and easier to plan in the future.

However, as a minor, Rong Ling would definitely not be able to open a bank account, so she could only ask Wei Yijia to help her.

"If the money is deposited in my name, the bank will think it belongs to me. Are you sure?" Wei Yijia asked her.

Of course Rong Ling would not doubt Wei Yijia's character, she handed over the iron box full of banknotes and coins: "I am sure and definitely trust Sister Wei."

The next night, Wei Yijia brought back a brand new passbook and a bag of hot mutton hot pot in his hand.

Rong Ling, who was writing a manuscript, jumped out of the chair happily, and took the passbook: "Thank you, Sister Wei!"

She put the passbook in the deepest drawer of the desk, just as Wei Yijia poured the mutton hot pot into the pot and heated it on the stove.

Today happened to be the Lantern Festival, and there were many more food stalls outside than usual. Wei Yijia didn't eat spicy food very much, so she bought it to warm Rong Ling's body.

The stove is filled with briquettes, which can be used for both heating and cooking. The third grandma has already fallen asleep, and the two of them are waiting around the stove for the mutton hot pot to boil.

Taking advantage of this time, Rong Ling went to the kitchen to chop two garlics into minced garlic, and added sesame oil, vinegar and other seasonings.

Hot steam rose from the pot, and the aroma of the hot pot permeated the room, Rong Ling couldn't help swallowing.

At a growing age, she still feels hungry no matter how much she eats a day.

Wei Yijia bought it at a time-honored mutton soup pot restaurant, and the chopsticks were full of meat.

Rong Ling dipped the mutton into the seasoning bowl, let it cool slightly, and then put it in his mouth.

It is the aroma of mutton, and the meat is still very chewy. Under the action of the seasoning, the mutton has almost no smell, fat but not greasy, and the feeling of meat in the mouth is as satisfying as it is.

After Rong Ling ate the meat, he took another bowl of soup to drink.

Brush off the oil on the surface, the soup is big bone soup, with a slightly spicy taste, and a sip can warm your stomach to your fingertips.

The white radish in the pot was tender and tender, and the freshness of the radish was just enough to neutralize the fatness of the mutton. After eating it in the pot, Wei Yijia added some tofu cubes and cabbage to the pot.

She doesn't eat much, and Rong Ling eats most of the time.

Half an hour later, Rong Ling, who was full, felt that she had the strength to continue writing, but Wei Yijia didn't let her continue writing: "It's very late, go to bed early, tomorrow I have to go to morning self-study."

Rong Ling knew that what she said was right, but when he lay down on the bed, he was still sketching the plot to be written in his mind.

It's not that he loves his career, Rong Ling just wants to earn more money quickly so that his family can live a better life.

It's a pity that due to age restrictions, I'm still just a student.

Lying on the bed, Rong Ling kept thinking in her heart, grow up quickly, grow up quickly, when she grows up, she can do more things.

Since returning to town last year and knowing that Chen Haojie's biological mother is Sun Xiufang, Rong Ling pretended not to see him every time he bumped into him at school.

It's not that he has any objections to him, Rong Ling just really doesn't want to get involved with people and things with Sun Xiufang.

Unexpectedly, the more she was like this, Chen Haojie wanted to ask for clarification.

This day in physical education class, Rong Ling, who was playing basketball with his classmates, was stopped by Chen Haojie on the way back.

He looked a little unnatural: "Rong Ling, I have something to talk to you about."

The female students beside Rong Ling looked at each other winkingly, and then dispersed like birds and beasts, leaving them alone.

"Shall we talk in another place?" Chen Haojie asked her.

"No, just tell me what you have to say." Rong Ling couldn't stand being stalked like this, so she decided to make it clear at once.

Chen Haojie didn't notice her displeasure: "Why did you ignore me this semester? Is it because I did something that made you unhappy?"

Rong Ling couldn't help feeling helpless.

Fortunately, in my eyes, he is just a classmate with an ordinary relationship. If it were another girl who was interested in him, I'm afraid I would be pissed off.

"You didn't do anything wrong." Rong Ling said, "It's just that I've been concentrating on my studies recently and don't want to waste my time on other things."

"Then..." Chen Haojie asked her, "Can we still play together in the future?"

It was only then that Rong Ling realized that Chen Haojie seemed to have never given up. She frowned slightly: "No, there's no way for us, and you don't want to look for me again."

After finishing speaking, Rong Ling hurried away without waiting for Chen Haojie's reaction.

Chen Haojie was left alone, as if he had been struck by lightning, and stood there blankly without recovering.

From childhood to adulthood, compared with his peers, Chen Haojie can be regarded as the pride of heaven.

His parents are both public servants, he has no shortage of food and clothing, and his grades from elementary school to junior high school are among the best. When he goes to study in the city, he is still favored by many girls.

Chen Haojie never thought that he would be so completely rejected by the girl he had a crush on.

He froze as if struck by lightning.

Rong Ling had no idea how much a blow he had brought to the young man with his casual words.

In the final exam, the results were posted on the bulletin board. As usual, Rong Ling was the first in the whole class, and more than 250 points ahead of No. [-].

She didn't look down, so naturally she didn't know that Chen Haojie, who was still tenth in grade last semester, plummeted and dropped out of the top [-].

"What's going on?" Sun Xiufang raised her eyebrows when she got her son's report card.

Chen Haojie in front of her was listless, his lips were murmured and he couldn't speak.

"Did the teacher correct you?" Sun Xiufang asked.

"No, Mom..." Chen Haojie said, "It's because I didn't play well."

There is only one exam in a semester, and Sun Xiufang doesn't know whether her son didn't perform well or some other reason, but people are always willing to believe what they believe, and Sun Xiufang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay son, mom will give you tutoring during the holidays, don't worry about it." If you don’t understand anything in a subject, just ask the teachers upstairs and downstairs.”

"Hmm..." Chen Haojie hesitated and agreed.

To Sun Xiufang, of course he dared not tell the truth.

In fact, since being rejected by Rong Ling last time, Chen Haojie has been in a trance, and he didn't even hear what the teacher was talking about in class. When the final grades came out, the decline was almost expected.

It's just that Chen Haojie didn't expect that he would slip so badly. Looking at Sun Xiufang who was busy in and out cooking soup for himself, he vowed to make up for his grades.

Rong Ling didn't know about Chen Haojie at all, she was dazzled by the sudden happy event - she actually received a letter of invitation from a magazine!

In the past, the manuscript fee was earned by Rong Ling's submissions. I didn't expect that this time the magazine would send her a letter, saying that readers liked the story about future science fiction that Rong Ling wrote last month, and sent a letter. She went to the magazine to express her praise and asked her if she would like to expand this story.

The magazine said that when the manuscripts sent by Rong Ling are finished, they will pay her six yuan per thousand words.

The other party didn't seem to know that Rong Ling was just a little girl who was about to enter her second year of high school. The tone of the letter was strict and polite, and she even called her Miss.

Of course, Rong Ling was 1 willing. After receiving the letter, she began to expand the previous story non-stop, adding new plots to the old framework.

Almost from morning to night during the summer vacation, Rong Ling was writing this novel.

The family only thought that she was doing homework and didn't ask.

But now ordinary people don't have computers at all, even if Rong Ling wants to finish writing in one breath, the hand holding the pen can't stand it.

It wasn't until he returned to the city at the end of the vacation that Rong Ling only wrote a little bit of this book.

The magazine abides by the agreement, and every once in a while, it will send her a manuscript payment slip.

Rong Ling did the math, and he actually earned a full two hundred in one summer vacation, plus the money in his passbook, it was already five hundred!

The one-year interest rate for regular deposits in the bank is 3.96%. Calculated, my own interest is more than the pocket money of many urban children for a year.

As long as the number in the passbook is increasing every day, Rong Ling can't help laughing even when he sleeps at night.