Scumbag Handbook

"This is my friend Yu Bo. He lives in the county. If you need anything, you can call him." Xiao Le introduced Bo to Zhang Lijuan. Yu Bo called her sister, and when she was about to exchange contact information with Zhang Lijuan, she heard that Zhang Lijuan was a little embarrassed said.

"I, I don't have a cell phone."

"There is a landline here," Xiao's mother pointed to the side of the TV cabinet, "I tried it just now, and there is still a fee. We will pay some later, and you can use it."

Just as Zhang Lijuan was about to wave her hand, Xiao's mother stopped her, "Even if you want to buy it yourself, you have to pay your salary, and the money in your hand can't be moved."

Zhang Lijuan naturally understood the meaning of these words, she nodded her head while holding back her eyes, "I will definitely study hard, and I will never embarrass you!"

"Tomorrow, I will take my sister to find the master. After my sister knows the way, I have to go by myself."

Yu Bo said at this time Pipi.

"Thank you."

Zhang Lijuan thanked her repeatedly.

After making some arrangements, Xiao's mother took out 1000 yuan and put it in Zhang Lijuan's hands, "Don't take the advance salary home."

"I won't," Zhang Lijuan's eyes were full of light, "I will definitely do it well!"

No amount of thanks is meaningless, she can only express her gratitude with practical actions.

After Xiao Le and the others left, Zhang Lijuan went to buy some vegetables and noodles, then vigorously cleaned the second floor and mopped the first floor.

After eating noodles in the evening, Zhang Lijuan was not idle, but when she was taking it out, Li Xiaomei gave her the first-grade Chinese book to read.

She read the text clumsily and jerkyly, marking the words she didn't know, and asking her son on the weekend.

Zhang Lijuan is comfortable here, but Mrs. Li and the others are not.

One was that he was panicking, and the other was that when Li Xiaomei was studying, there was no one cooking at home, and Li Hongbing had to go to work in the fields, so the task of cooking fell to Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Li, who hadn't touched the stove for more than ten years, scolded people while cooking. The food she made didn't arrive and didn't suit Mr. Li's appetite. After being reprimanded, she sat on the ground and howled.

Mo Cheng happened to pass by, and when he heard this, he stepped into their yard, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with the old aunt? Why are you still messing around on the ground like a child?"