Cannon fodder stepmother dressed as a male protagonist

Chapter 2743 Two Letters!
Sun Qing was named by Zhang Tian as his deputy, and there were six remaining. When Zhang Tian was away, the six people were arranged by Sun Qing.

All six of them agreed.

The two women who lived in the same tent with her the day before were all assigned to an old professor surnamed Jin.

After the groups were assigned, most of the day was left for them to clean up the dormitory.

After solving their worries, they can devote themselves to scientific research tomorrow.

Although you can't make phone calls here, you can communicate.

When Sun Qing returned to the dormitory, he began to write letters.

It was a thick stack, supporting the envelope.

Let you send me abroad, let you send me to seminars, let you let me do research.

It's all right now, let's cheat on my daughter-in-law.

Let the daughter-in-law suffer~
Your uncle, go back and see how I deal with you!
After Sun Qing finished writing, she sat at the door of the house holding the letter for a while.

Looking at the people around them who are holding brooms, basins and rags, they are in full swing.

This letter was never sent.

Change another letter and write it again.

It's nice here, the researchers are all nice to me.The place where I live is also a cement floor, a two-story small building, or a single dormitory, with a bathroom inside.

The food is also good, three dishes and one soup, with meat, vegetables and milk.

The country values ​​talents, and the treatment they give is super good, so don't worry about it!
Every letter sent out must be checked by a special person before being sent out.

When the inspector looked at Sun Qing's letter, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

Unexpectedly, she looks squeamish, but in fact she is particularly able to endure hardship.

This is a good comrade who is dedicated to scientific research and the country!

After Sun Qing sent the letter, tears were about to fall again.

Her hands, her brain, why are they so disobedient today~
Sitting at the door, Sun Qing began to regret again.

Shall I go and get the letter back?

Is she shameless?
Let Zhang Tian ask for it?Zhang Tian's face is also very important!

woo woo woo...

"Sun Qing, why are you sitting at the door?" Zhang Tian came to look for Sun Qing with a lunch box in his hand.

Sun Qing hated not being able to cry up to the sky.

"I'm calculating, according to this progress, it will take a few years to go back."

When he said this, Zhang Tian felt even more guilty.

"Didn't you not have breakfast? I spent money to buy some eggs in the canteen just now. You should lay them down first. The canteen is also busy today. I think it will be one or two o'clock for lunch."

Sun Qing stretched his neck and glanced at the egg in Zhang Tian's hand, and said without interest: "Thank you, uncle, I won't eat it, you can eat it!"

Zhang Tian said embarrassingly: "I know you don't like this kind of thing, here, the best estimate for these two days is this."

Zhang Tian put the lunch box at Sun Qing's feet, and he himself sat down on the steps.

"Uncle, aren't you going to clean up the dormitory?"

Zhang Tian smiled guiltily: "I'll stare at you for dinner first, if I let my brother know, I've starved his precious apprentice to weight, and I'll definitely be scolded to death when I go back!"

Sun Qing looked at the eggs in the lunch box with a look of disgust.

"When I had children, my mother collected a bunch of eggs. She was afraid that they would be spoiled, so she found a big tank and marinated them. After marinating, they stink. Later, I heard from my dad that the eggs were broken. After a while, my mother didn't take it seriously, and put it in the tank. A rotten egg rotted all the eggs. That smell...can be smelled from two miles away."

Zhang Tian was amused by these words.

"Our family also pickled salted eggs when we were young. Every time we boiled them, they smelled bad. I asked my mother why it smelled. Guess what my mother said?"

Sun Qing knew that Wang Tielan had said the same thing.

"What else can I say, that's the taste of pickled eggs!"

(End of this chapter)