Just as Huang Han guessed, Wang's father understood what was going on when he saw what Huang Han wrote.

There are many smart people, and Huang Han is not the only one who thought of assembling a simple fluorescent lamp by himself. After all, the dispensable enamel metal lampshade in a finished set is too valuable and not cost-effective.

Anyone who understands the principles of electrical engineering can buy accessories and assemble cost-effective fluorescent lamps.

During this period, many people bought a complete set of fluorescent lamp accessories except the lampshade. Relatives of Wang Yu’s father’s family and colleagues in the workplace also wanted to buy them for them.

Therefore, Dad Wang decided to go to the company to find the manager to approve the note and get the wholesale price.

Huang Han said politely: "I'm so sorry that you bother your dad to go wholesale for just this little thing!"

Wang Yu said happily: "It doesn't matter, I told my father clearly about your situation, and my father is very happy to help you!"

Huang Han cursed in his heart, this is not helping others, this is a back door, is it evil, do you understand?

But Huang Han was definitely telling the truth. He patted Wang Yu on the shoulder and said, "Yes, helping others is based on happiness. Classmate Wang Yu, what kind of help do you want from me?"

"I also want a copy of the lyrics to "Olive Tree" and, if possible, the lyrics to "See the Smoke Again". My sister took the ones you gave me last time."

"It's a small matter. I'll write it during class and give it to you after class."

"Okay! Thank you!"

At this time, Huang Han noticed that Zhang Chunmei was sitting on her seat with her hands on her chin, her eyes blurred and her face flushed. She didn't know what she was thinking, and a smile appeared on her lips from time to time.

Huang Han stepped forward, waved his little hand in front of her eyes, and said, "Class beauty, class beauty, what are you thinking about?"

Zhang Chunmei, who was deep in thought, was startled and denied: "I didn't think about anything. What can I do for you?"

"The 'labor cloth' your mother bought for my family yesterday is so good. My mother likes it very much. She is also going to pick a bigger one to make clothes for my sister and me. Thank you! Also, I would like to ask if you can make more clothes.

Buy some for my family?”

Zhang Fangfen estimated that the ten bundles of cloth this time were relatively neat, and estimated that one bundle could make more than a dozen "backpacks."

Huang Han didn't expect that the cloth he bought from "Dongfanghong Cloth Factory" would be of such good quality every time. He would make ten "backpacks" with an average bundle of cloth.

If we could buy fifty bundles of "labour cloth", we would have a supply of no less than five hundred bags, which would be enough to keep the fifth aunt and the aunt busy for several months.

Zhang Chunmei said: "I'll go home and ask my mother, it should be OK, but I can't tell the time.

Because my mother said that it was very troublesome to separate the ends of the 'labor cloth' and pack them, and the handyman in the warehouse would not have done it properly if she hadn't gone out of her way to see it."

"That's great. I know this isn't something that just comes out of nowhere. Fortunately, your mother is here to help. I'm waiting for your good news!"

"Well! Huang Han, aren't you excited?"

"Excited? Can your mother buy dozens of bundles for my family at once?"

"Um? Are you thinking about cloth heads?"

"I've been thinking about buying more cloth these past few days."

"Hehe, have you never thought about how glorious it would be if both essays could be published in "Youth Literature"?"

"What's this? I don't know if the royalties are enough to buy ten bundles of cloth!"

Huang Han didn't think about it at all, nor did he think it was an honor to publish two short articles in "Youth Literature and Art".

Zhang Chunmei was not happy to hear this and shouted angrily: "Fuck you, if you don't leave Bu Tou, I will ignore you."

"Then you must help me speak a good word in front of your mother. If my wish to buy dozens of bundles of cloth is fulfilled, I promise not to mention the word 'cloth' again in the future."

"Uh? Why are you like this?" Zhang Chunmei was speechless.

Huang Han learned that his classmates cherished the lyrics he wrote, so he specially wrote them on cardboard given by a classmate during this period.

This kind of paper comes from the "People's Printing Factory" in Sanshui County. It is used to produce playing cards. This classmate's father is the workshop director of the printing factory and can take some waste cardboard home.

A piece of cardboard cut into the size of a playing card was just enough to write a lyric, so it was perfect for making a bookmark. For a time, Huang Han's lyric bookmarks became popular throughout the third grade.

Some students even exchanged sesame cakes and meat buns with their classmates, but very few succeeded.

Some students spent a lot of money and were willing to exchange comic books for bookmarks with lyrics written by Huang Han. Some children were defeated by such a big move.

Wang Yu actually lied. His two copies of the lyrics were not taken away by his sister at all, but because he really couldn't stand the temptation of the comic book and exchanged the two copies of the lyrics for a comic book.

Later, he found out that a classmate actually exchanged a copy of the lyrics for a comic book, which made him feel sad.

If these children can properly preserve these bookmarks with Huang Han's handwriting, I believe they will be very surprised twenty years later.

At that time, Huang Han would definitely become the pride of the times. I wonder how much a bookmark of lyrics written by him when he was young would be sold for!

On Saturday morning, Huang Han didn't even enter the classroom and went directly to Teacher Qiu's place to clean up and turn on the water. Teacher Qiu had been observing silently.

She found that although this child was thin, he was different. First of all, this child was not frivolous and very organized. He was also able to hold back his curiosity and has never touched the old piano.

There are many differences that Teacher Qiu feels he cannot describe at all. It is a strange feeling.

Teacher Qiu doesn't like to talk. When Huang Han came, the two of them just greeted each other. When Huang Han was working, he also quietly recited ancient Chinese, English words and the chemical element list. When he got stuck, he would take out the copied notes and read them.

look.

It was obvious that Teacher Qiu understood everything Huang Han recited. She always looked at the little figure sweeping the floor or wiping the table with surprised eyes.

In fact, Teacher Qiu had already planned to accept Huang Han as a closed disciple, and was just waiting for Huang Han to come to her and talk to her.

But she found that after the child finished his work, he walked up to her, bowed and said, "Goodbye, teacher!" and trotted back.

As soon as Huang Han walked into the classroom of Classes 3 and 4, an impatient Wang Yu rushed over and said:

"Huang Han, you didn't come to the morning reading class for the whole period. I thought you asked for leave again, and you were planning to send the note written by my father to your home with Chengwen Ge at noon today."

Seeing Wang Yu like this, Huang Han immediately realized that it was his father who got the wholesale price, took the note and smiled: "Thank you!"

I looked at the price marked on the note and found that it was about five yuan cheaper than I estimated. The two sets of main accessories of the fluorescent lamp totaled twenty-four and eighty cents.

Wang Yu waved his hands as if he was doing good deeds without leaving his name, and said: "You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Huang Han suddenly wondered if it was necessary to remind Wang Yu that this kind of behavior was not a "good person and good deed". He must not write down what happened in a composition, as it would definitely make people laugh.

Later, I thought about it and realized that Teacher Xiao Han was not stupid and would probably keep quiet about this kind of composition, so I was relieved.

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Chapter completed!