cannon fodder love

Chapter 141 The Dream of Dwelling 3
Today is the first day of school, and South Street Primary School is not far from home, and it takes only ten minutes to walk there.

An Yanbing carried the schoolbag sewn by her mother on her back, and followed her sister all the way to school.

After entering the school and being separated from her sister, An Yanbing found her own classroom based on the memory of the original owner.

The classrooms at that time were very simple, just rows of ordinary brick houses.Some places, such as toilets, are even more crude, and they are still mud embryo rooms.

The desks and chairs in the classroom were also very simple. An Yanbing frowned in distaste, took out the banknotes from her schoolbag, wiped the desks and chairs, and then sat down.

Her tablemate was also a girl named Zhao Xiaoling. An Yanbing took a look at her and saw that her clothes were not patched, and even her schoolbag was newly bought, not sewn. Her family must be in good condition. After a few conversations, the bell rang.

"Yan Bing, the exam is coming soon, I'm a little nervous, are you afraid?" Zhao Xiaoling asked in a low voice.

"There's nothing to be afraid of the exam, it's too simple." An Yanbing said very relaxedly, she didn't expect to have the exam right after she came to school, she wasn't prepared at all.

But then again, the knowledge of the first grade of elementary school is too easy for her who has gone to college.

In the first grade of elementary school, the main subjects are only Chinese and mathematics, and music, drawing and physical education are only secondary subjects, and there is no exam.

An Yanbing looked at the classroom, there were about 30 people, and the seats were arranged according to the height of the students.

An Yanbing is currently sitting in the second row in the middle, and it seems that she is still a little short for her peers.

"Students, the exam has begun. No whispering, no looking around." A female teacher walked into the classroom with a stack of test papers.

After distributing the test papers to the students, the female teacher sat down by the podium and began to invigilate the test.

An Yanbing looked at the test paper. It was a Chinese test. There was no composition in the first grade. The test was all about basic knowledge.

These were too easy for An Yanbing. She picked up the pen and wrote slowly on purpose, and even wrote a few wrong words on purpose.

After she finished answering, she looked up at the other people, and saw that some people were still writing with sad faces, and a few were biting their pens and looking around, as if they wanted to peek at other people's test papers.

They are all seven or eight-year-old children. Although the content of the teaching is very simple, some people still can't remember it. There is no way. Everyone is different. Not everyone has the strongest brain.

"Students, it's time, hand in the test papers." The female teacher stood up, walked to the students one by one, and collected the test papers.

I took a break for about 15 minutes, and then I took the math test.

Mathematics is also very simple. This time, An Yanbing didn't give wrong answers on purpose. She wrote down the answers carefully, because in her memory, the original owner got full marks in mathematics in several exams.

After the exam, it was time for school to leave. An Yanbing walked to the school gate, saw her sister waiting for her there, and followed her home.

At noon, my mother made tomato and egg noodles. This was An Yanbing's favorite noodle. She ate a bowl, but she didn't want to drink the soup. She was afraid that her mother would see her, so she secretly poured it out to pigs while everyone was not paying attention.

In the past few days, she secretly fed all the things she didn't like to eat to the pigs.

Every afternoon, students will come to school early, not for class, but for a nap.

The teacher asked the students to sleep in the classroom. An Yanbing walked into the classroom and saw some students lying on the table and sleeping, while some fell asleep on the chairs.

There were also some who were unwilling to lie down, so they fell asleep on the table.

There were still a few who didn't want to sleep, chatting quietly, and the tablemate Zhao Xiaoling lay on the table, heard the movement, opened her eyes, glanced at her, and went back to sleep.

An Yanbing put down her schoolbag, but she didn't feel sleepy, how could she pass this extremely boring time.

After thinking about it, An Yanbing lay down on the table, pretending to be sleeping, but in fact, her consciousness entered the random space.

"Zhiyue, my family is too poor. I've thought about it and planned to open a large supermarket on the street. I've also decided on a name. Let's call it Jiale Supermarket. What do you think?" An Yanbing asked with a smile.

"Sister, your idea is right. To open a supermarket, you need supply of goods, decoration, and recruitment of staff. All of these will cost money. Where does the money come from?" Zhiyue said after a moment of contemplation.

"Sister, your idea of ​​opening a supermarket won't work." Xiao Hei Xiao Bai also said aside.

"If I don't open a supermarket, how can I make money? If I don't make money, what will I get to support you, so this supermarket must be opened. As for the funds, Zhiyue, it depends on you." An Yanbing looked at Zhiyue, her eyes were full It's looking forward to.

"Me? What can I do?" Zhiyue asked puzzled.

"There is a low-interest loan in the countryside. Your task is to get the loan. Only when you get funds can our supermarkets open."

"Sister, I can enter their dreams and persuade them, but who is our legal representative? Now you can't come forward, you are only seven years old, how can you do adult things." Zhiyue was a little embarrassed Say.

"This? I thought about it a long time ago, and she will come in handy this time." An Yanbing pointed at the doll.

"You mean to use a substitute?" All three looked at the doll curiously, and they never understood what the use of this prop was.

"Yes, then I can turn her into a big girl in her 20s, create an identity, and you can take her to do errands." An Yanbing said with a smile.

"Sister, can this work?" Zhiyue said with some concern.

"The use time of the substitute is three hours each time. You can take her with you as long as you don't exceed this time."

"Zhiyue, you have to deal with the loan as soon as possible, and get it done sooner, so we can make money earlier."

"Sister, I will try my best."

"It's not about doing your best, it's about having to, and you guys will also help when the time comes." An Yanbing said to Xiaoheixiaobai.

"The matter of opening a supermarket seems to have nothing to do with us." Xiaobai asked puzzled.

"It does matter, we are a group, we can't do without anyone, and you will understand then."

After arranging all this, An Yanbing's consciousness came out of the space, and it happened to be the time for class.

In the afternoon, it was an art class. After the teacher talked about the relevant knowledge, he picked up the chalk and drew on the blackboard, and asked the students to follow the pictures on the blackboard and draw them in their notebooks.

An Yanbing liked to draw since she was a child, but she didn't have a solid foundation in the past. This time she had the opportunity to start all over again, so An Yanbing didn't hesitate anymore, picked up a pencil, and seriously drew on the drawing book.

"It's not bad, I can score ninety points." Looking at her painting, the teacher nodded in satisfaction.

"Ninety points?" An Yanbing was a little disappointed in her heart. It seemed that she still didn't draw very well, and she had to work harder in the future.

"Yan Bing, after school, why don't you leave?" Zhao Xiaoling tugged at her sleeve.

An Yanbing woke up all of a sudden, looked at the classmates who were leaving one after another, and then realized that school was over, she smiled embarrassedly, and walked out of the classroom.

When I got home, my mother had already prepared dinner, which was still simple steamed buns and porridge, as well as shredded potatoes that were indispensable for every meal.

After dinner, An Yanbing waited for her mother to pack up the dishes, came to her side, and said embarrassedly: "Mom, I want to take a bath, can you boil some hot water for me?"

There is a bathhouse on the street, but in order to save money, my mother washes them at home. Fortunately, it is summer now, and it is not cold to take a shower at home.

The mother looked at her in surprise. She always refused to call her every time she took a bath. What happened to her daughter recently?
"My body stinks, I can't sleep." An Yanbing said helplessly.

"Okay, I'm going to boil the water, wait a minute." After finishing speaking, the mother entered the kitchen again.

After a while, the water was boiled, and the mother carried it into the temporary shed, trying to help her wash it.

"Mom, I'm already seven years old. I can wash it myself." An Yanbing said shyly, her body is seven years old, but her soul is 19 years old. She would still be shy if she asked her mother to wash herself.

Mother nodded, turned around and left, An Yanbing went into the shed, washed briefly, and then returned to the room.

(End of this chapter)