After school in the afternoon, Cheng Wenge had not yet recovered from his excitement. He seemed to be dependent on Huang Han, and he was a little reluctant to leave Huang Han when he was delivered to the door of his house.

Huang Han is actually quite happy and has a sense of accomplishment. He believes that by taking some time to help Cheng Wenge regain his confidence, he should be able to become a middle-level student and avoid dropping out of school early.

After returning home, of course Huang Han never mentioned the embarrassing incident of getting the little red flower.

In fact, he has not fully integrated into this age. If he told Huang Xin and his parents that he had captured four little red flowers in one go, Huang Xin would definitely scream and his parents would be delighted.

But Huang Han placed the pencil case and pen he got yesterday in front of Huang Xin who was doing her homework.

"Yeah! The pen is new, the kind that sells for 71 cents in department stores."

Huang Han was very surprised and said: "Sister, you are so amazing, you can actually know how much this pen is worth."

"Of course I know. I go to the stationery counter of the department store almost every Sunday. This one costs 70 cents, the one I'm using now costs 50 cents, and the other one costs 45 cents."

"Don't waste your time looking at this thing if you have nothing to do. It's boring."

"I was bored and went shopping. I was going to buy a pen. My pen leaked a little bit of ink and the nib was bald."

"Did mom give you money?"

"My mother doesn't need to give me money, I save it myself. I have already saved 17 cents from selling waste paper.

We went to the diesel engine factory for several consecutive Sundays to pick up scrap iron from the cinder pile that filled the river. We have saved about ten kilograms, which can be sold for about thirty cents.

In addition, the scrap paper I saved can be sold for six to seven cents, and I think I can buy a pen tomorrow afternoon."

Huang Han smiled and said: "Sister, your math scores are very good and your accounts are quite clear. But by Sunday afternoon, according to your estimation, you will only have 54 cents at most.

And things may not always go as you wish. The three cents per pound you think is the price of scrap iron is true, but our scrap iron is picked from the slag. They may not be willing to accept it, and they may not follow the three cents.

The price is calculated in cents per pound.”

If Huang Xin didn't mention it, Huang Han would certainly not remember the old incident of picking up scrap metal with his sister for several consecutive Sundays. In fact, it was not just scrap metal picking, but also picking up broken paper boxes and taking them home to save and sell.

Waste paper.

But then he recalled the past events that caused his sister, who rarely cried and always cried silently, to burst into tears.

The brother and sister worked hard and sweated for three Sundays using iron hooks to dig through cinders at the river fill site of the diesel engine factory. They were dirty and tired, and finally picked up ten kilograms of scrap metal.

The two of them were excitedly preparing to harvest the fruits of their labor on a Sunday afternoon. They took turns carrying the cardboard boxes containing scrap iron and finally transported them to the recycling company's store on South Street.

I don’t know whether it was because the salesperson who received the goods that day suddenly had a seizure, or because the brother and sister were in ragged clothes and looked honest, so the salesperson was too lazy to move.

He raised his eyelids for a glance and replied, "If you don't meet the requirements, you won't accept it." He just ignored the brother and sister as if they were dead.

This thing couldn't be sold for any money, so the brother and sister couldn't bear to throw it away. When they came here, they were full of energy, and they didn't realize how heavy ten kilograms of scrap metal was. When they got home, they were disappointed, and they only felt that it weighed a thousand kilograms.

Huang Xin held back tears all the way, and when she got home she couldn't hold back and cried like a tearful person. Of course Huang Han also cried with her all afternoon.

Later, the scrap metal was kept under the bed until five years later, when a scrap metal collector came to the door. Zhang Fangfen didn't understand. She really thought that the scrap metal was really substandard.

Unexpectedly, they didn’t say any nonsense and just gave me the money directly. Later, the kind-hearted Zhang Fangfen asked them if the scrap iron was good. They said that even though the embroidery was very good, they were only small pieces of iron and the quality was no problem.

Scrap metal is much better.

Everyone laments being laid off and hates social injustice, but no one asks themselves what the hell they were doing while on the job? The cycle of cause and effect will not bring retribution!

Huang Xin really hoped to save money to buy pens by selling scraps. When she heard Huang Han's words, her face suddenly became sad.

Huang Han smiled and comforted: "Sister, you are just selling scraps to save money to buy a pen. As long as you get the pen, you don't have to worry about whether the scraps can be sold or whether you can sell them at a good price, right?"

"Yeah! But if we don't have the money to sell scraps, how can we buy pens?"

"No need to buy it, you have one right in front of you!"

"By the way, I haven't had time to ask you where this pen came from, and this pencil case."

"This is a gift from me to you, my enlightened brother!"

"Don't be ridiculous, how could this be yours? It should have been lent to you by a classmate, right?"

"It was a gift given to me by my classmates in Classes 3 and 5 next door. For this reason, I may spend several Sunday mornings telling them stories."

"It's so outrageous, I don't believe it."

At this time, Huang Han happened to spot Liu Xiaoming looking over his shoulder, beckoning: "Liu Xiaoming, come here."

Liu Xiaoming immediately ran over and asked: "Huang Han, what are you calling me for?"

"Please prove it, my sister doesn't believe that this pencil case and pen were gifts from the classmate next door."

"Although I didn't see it, I believe it is true."

"Go, go, you're proving this to no avail."

Liu Xiaoming suddenly looked serious and said: "Huang Xin, I guarantee with my personality that there are many people in the school who want to give gifts to Huang Han, including me."

Huang Han wondered: "You? What are you going to give me?"

Liu Xiaoming took out something as if offering a treasure and said: "Look, ten 'Jiaojiaoer'!"

"Get out!" Huang Han's face was filled with confusion. Why on earth do I need this thing? Selling waste paper?

Liu Xiaoming didn't understand. He was so happy when I gave Huang Han two "Jiao Jiao Er". Today I picked the ten best ones for him. How come I got the word "Go"? Shouldn't it be "

Thank you"?

The arrogant Liu Xiaoming didn't take it seriously at all. He had other things to do and refused to "go away". He simply sat down, picked up the pencil case and looked around. When he had nothing to say, he said: "The two above are

The rabbit is so cute!”

Huang Xin asked: "Huang Han is really popular in school?"

This tickled Liu Xiaoming's itch, and he said with joy: "It's not just that Huang Han is so popular, I also benefited from it. The whole class was much more polite when they saw me."

The monitor of our class used to drag me as hard as 2,580,000 yuan. Today, when school was over, he held my hand as if begging and wanted me to take him with me when I listen to stories tomorrow."

"Hmph, no wonder you brought ten 'Jiaojiaoer', did you want to bribe me?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't want 'Jiao Jiao'er'. I'll cut some meat and bring it to you tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Bah, is the meat your own? You want to steal it from home again."

If there were only two people, Huang Han and Liu Xiaoming, Liu Xiaoming would not be annoyed at all if Huang Han said this. But with Huang Xin around, Liu Xiaoming's face instantly turned red. He became anxious and said:

"My own meat is also cooked for me to eat. At worst, I won't eat a piece. I just took my share in advance. How can it be considered stealing?"

Huang Han knew that his slip of the tongue made Liu Xiaoming feel embarrassed in front of girls, so he quickly changed the subject and said: "What is our relationship? Do we need to give gifts to do things? Isn't it just to bring your squad leader with me? I'll take care of it!"

Liu Xiaoming, who was already furious, immediately burst into laughter after hearing this. His face changed so quickly that he looked like a monkey. He was a little embarrassed and said: "Not only do I have to take the supervisor with me, but also!"

Huang Han knew this boy's urinary nature, so he quickly stopped him and said, "I remind you, enough is enough. I might have to take your whole class with me."

Liu Xiaoming sneered and said: "It's not that exaggerated, there are only a dozen people..." He saw Huang Han staring and quickly changed his words to "seven or eight."

"At most three of you will be included. If you don't want to go, one of your classmates can take his place."

"Five, I can't help it, I really can't help it, just five, make sure no one else takes them with me."

"roll!"

"Okay! I'll get out now, even if you agree."

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Chapter completed!