Looking at Liu Xiaoming's leaving figure, Huang Xin asked: "Look at Xiao Ming's scratching his liver and heart. What is the story? It is so popular. Is "The Legend of Yue Fei" good to listen to?"

Huang Han did not answer this question, but asked: "Sister, you should believe that the pen and pencil case are the gifts I got at this time, right?"

"Yeah! I believe it."

"Now I will give you the pencil case and pen."

"I don't want it, you can keep it for yourself!"

Having said that, from Huang Xin's eyes, Huang Han could see that she liked this pencil case and that pen very much.

With Huang Han's mentality as an uncle, why would he care if he has a pencil case? He doesn't care if the pen is good or not.

He believed that even if he dipped a branch into ink, he could still write beautiful handwriting, and he would definitely be able to write faster than most of his classmates.

He said: "No, I said when I accepted the gift that I would give the pen and pencil case to my sister who loves me the most. If my classmates find out that I am using them myself, wouldn't it make people laugh?"

It was obvious that Huang Xin was a little moved. She said, "That's it! How about I give you the money I saved from selling scraps."

"No need, just keep it and use it! I will always find a way to make money."

"Huang Han, don't just think about making money, we have to study hard."

"Haha, there is no contradiction between studying and making money, I want both."

Huang Xin suddenly felt that she couldn't understand her younger brother who was watching him grow up day by day. She was wondering in her heart, is the boy really so powerful when he wakes up?

She picked up the pen and took a closer look. The pen she planned was not a good product that cost as much as 71 cents. At this moment, she couldn't put it down.

It can make Huang Xin happy, and Huang Han's heart is filled with happiness.

On Sunday morning, Cheng Wenge came to pick Huang Han up on time to take him to school, and of course the monkey jumped onto the bicycle bars again.

Liu Xiaoming couldn't control the number of people. When he came to school, not only their monitor was waiting for him, but also a dozen classmates.

Fortunately, Shen Xiaorong was reasonable and saved face for the monitor of the third class of fourth grade.

Sunday was not the time to go to school, so she asked the whole class to squeeze in. There were more than twenty benches crammed into the back, front, and aisles of the classroom.

In the end, there were more than a hundred people sitting in the classroom, and dozens more were lying on the windowsill.

In order for most people to hear clearly, Huang Han really tried his best and kept writing the names of the characters on the blackboard. Everyone listened with interest, including the classmates who listened for the third time.

Otherwise, Huang Han's story telling is loyal to the original work. When telling the new plot, he needs to sort out the outline and try his best to ensure that there are no mistakes in the main line and characters. Of course, the details and fighting plot are improvised, so the content is the same three times, and the details are different.

Probably equivalent.

The dialogues between the characters are not the same. With Huang Han's skills as an online writer, the character descriptions are definitely more fleshed out, and the dialogues even include exciting clips that have appeared in TV series.

In fact, Liu Lanfang's storytelling "The Legend of Yue Fei" was also made with the storyteller's embellishments. This is not important, as long as it increases appreciation, there is no harm in it.

One morning was equivalent to listening to three storytelling paragraphs in a row. One hundred and dozens of primary school students were still not satisfied. They all looked at Shen Xiaorong eagerly, hoping that she would invite Huang Han to continue the lecture in the afternoon.

However, the attentive Shen Xiaorong noticed that Huang Han was obviously tired at the end of his speech. Even though she wanted to hear more, she still held back her words.

She prepared a glass of orange water for Huang Han, and Huang Han only drank half of it. After telling the story, she invited Huang Han to sit for a while and drink the orange water before leaving.

He was too weak, talked too much, and stood for an hour and a half in total. Huang Han was really tired and was not polite.

Shen Xiaorong arranged for someone to clean up the classroom. Two boys who were dressed similarly to Huang Han and had several patches came to ask for instructions at what time in the afternoon they would go to the waste recycling company store on South Street to sell waste paper.

Huang Han didn't pay attention at first, but later he found out that Shen Xiaorong called a classmate to ask him when would be a good time to go.

The kid said he could do his homework anytime this afternoon. He would do his homework in the store.

Huang Han was an uncle. He immediately knew what was going on. He called the child and said pleasantly: "Excuse me, this classmate, what is your name?"

This child was inconspicuous in the class, with average grades. He was only taken seriously when the class needed to sell waste paper. Seeing Huang Han, the new boss who had risen, take the initiative to talk to him, he was so nervous that he started to stutter when he spoke. .

"I, I, my name is Ding Keqin."

"Who in your family works at the recycling company store on South Street?"

"My mother."

"Is she a salesperson?"

"No, it's the accountant."

"Do you know me?"

"know."

"If I go to your mother's shop, will you still recognize my mother?"

"able!"

"My sister and I went to the recycling company to sell scrap metal this afternoon. We were worried that the salesperson would bully the children."

"I told my mother, no one will bully you."

"Okay, we will arrive on time at 1:30 in the afternoon. Will we miss you?"

"No, I'll wait for you."

The child must be an honest person and must not be lying. It is estimated that his sister's scrap metal will not be rejected. Huang Han smiled.

Unexpectedly, all this was seen by Shen Xiaorong. She didn't say anything, but told Ding Keqin: "You'd better tell your mother at noon. Remember, the matter of Huang Han belongs to our class." things.”

"Yeah. I'll tell my mother as soon as I get home."

Shen Xiaorong left without looking at Huang Han again.

Cheng Wenge, who had been listening by the side, took the initiative and said: "Huang Han, I will pick you up at your house at one o'clock. The scrap metal should be heavy. I will transport it by bicycle, so you don't need to carry it."

Liu Xiaoming also said: "Huang Han, I can help you carry it." Then he looked at his small body again, feeling a little unconfident, and corrected: "I can carry at least half of it."

In the afternoon, the scrap selling operation began. Huang Han and Huang Xin were very relaxed, and Liu Xiaoming did not need to do hard work. The paper box containing ten kilograms of scrap metal was placed on the back seat of Chengwen Pavilion's bicycle. Liu Xiaoming held on to it, and the waste paper basket was hung on the bicycle. On the handle.

Before he arrived at the recycling company's store, he saw Ding Keqin, who had been looking at the door. He didn't say anything, but immediately went to the store to pull out his mother's clothes.

Mother Ding stood up and whispered a few words to a salesperson, then weighed the scales and took the money.

Huang Xin's face turned red when she got the money, not because she was shy, but because she was excited.

Because she expected at most 37 cents, but actually got 61 cents, which is an extra 24 cents.

Huang Xin was very smart. She saw Ding Keqin and understood what was going on. She didn't say anything and went straight out after getting the money.

After receiving this huge sum of money all at once, Huang Xin was too embarrassed to accept it all, so she took out a dime to give to Liu Xiaoming and Cheng Wenge.

These two boys were willing to take it, but they couldn't refuse it, so they simply ran away.

Huang Xin looked at Huang Han with joy and said, "Huang Han, why are you so capable? You even know people from the recycling company."

Huang Han looked disdainful, spat, and said: "What kind of skill is this? What does it mean to break a recycling company? Sooner or later it will go bankrupt."

At this time, I had never heard of any country's units going bankrupt. Of course Huang Xin didn't believe it, and said: "The country's units are iron rice bowls, and they will have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives. Don't talk nonsense.

If we study hard and get into college, we can have an iron rice bowl."

"Sister, don't be superstitious about the iron rice bowl. We study to learn real skills. Don't care too much about whether there is an iron rice bowl."

Huang Xin said: "This is not a contradiction. If you study hard, you will have a fixed household registration, and you will have an iron rice bowl."

This, this cannot be explained clearly, Huang Han decided not to discuss this topic anymore and said: "Sister, you are right, if you study hard, you will get anything."

Huang Xin discussed with Huang Han: "Huang Han, there is so much money. I want to give you a dime and leave the rest to my mother."

"You don't have to give it to me, and don't give it to mom yet. You keep it for now. I might want to turn the money into three yuan, five yuan or even more."

"You, what are you going to do?"

"I haven't thought about it now, but after thinking about it, I will definitely need some capital. I will get it from you then. Don't tell your mother for now. When we earn fifteen yuan, we will give it to her together and make her happy.

one time."
Chapter completed!