Wear 70 with the Taobao system

This lesbian is definitely a talent for being a reporter. She should change her career to become a writer and a screenwriter. With her brain, the stories she writes are definitely worse than Auntie Nayao.

Wang Xue didn't notice Xiang Nuan's lovelessness at the moment.

Not only that, Wang Xue finally asked to go to Chen's house, hoping to get a photo of Chen Jiadong.

Xiang Nuan has no reason to stop.

And she agreed to accept Wang Xue's interview for another purpose.

She is about to graduate soon, and if Wang Xue's interview is really overdue and published in the newspaper, it will be beneficial to her who is about to graduate and needs to find a job.

The saying that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong depends on when and where it is used.

Anyway, she is not afraid of being famous now, she is afraid of being unknown.

If you don't have a little calculation in life, you really can't get along.

So Xiang Nuan readily agreed.

The two took Wang Xue all the way to the big room of the Chen family.

Along the way, I saw many scenes of villagers working. Wang Xue didn't feel sorry for the film at all. She was curious about everything, and clicked the shutter.

Finally came to the big room of the Chen family.

Xiang Nuan took out the key and opened the door.

Another batch of dried bamboo shoots was drying in the yard.

During this time, there were a lot of bamboo shoots in the mountains, and Xiang Nuan went to the mountains with Chen Jiakang every morning to break off bamboo shoots.

There are mountains behind her house, which is very convenient.

In the past half a month, we have dried bamboo shoots weighing about [-] to [-] catties.

"What is this?" Wang Xue asked curiously.

"This is dried bamboo shoots called dried bamboo shoots. I'll get you some later and you can take them home to eat."

Wang Xue looked at it curiously and said, "That's so embarrassing."

"If your family eats meat, soak it in boiling water, rinse it a few more times, and then braise it with the meat. The meat will taste better than the meat."

Following Xiang Nuan's description, Wang Xue couldn't help swallowing.

Their family is better than most people, and they can eat two or three meals of meat a month.

"Then thank you." Wang Xue was not the kind of person who pretended to be polite.

"Come with me, I'll get you a photo." Xiang Nuan said.

Wang Xue hummed, and followed Xiang Nuan into the room that originally belonged to Chen Jiadong.

The room is very simple, one bed, one table, one chair, two big boxes.

Since there is a funeral at home, I don't have anything in bright colors.

When Chen Jiadong was alive, he did not lack money.

So it is rare for others to have a photo, but Chen Jiadong has many, some of these photos are half-length photos, some are full-body photos, and most of them are photos of him with his friends and colleagues.

There is no picture of the two of them together.

The photographs were placed on a table with a piece of glass pressed against it.

Wang Xue took a fancy to a photo of Chen Jiadong standing on the front of the truck.

Although it is in black and white, the young man in the photo is full of eyebrows and smiles like a spring breeze, which makes people feel good.

Wang Xue glanced at Xiang Nuan, with pity and sympathy flashing in her eyes.

Looking at that photo, Xiang Nuan really felt a little pity.

If this person is still there, she is really willing to have a story of marriage first and then love with him.

But then again, if he was still there, the original owner would not be bullied, and she would not be able to get this body, and now she would go down to reincarnate.

"I want this one, okay?" Wang Xue asked.

"Okay." Xiang Nuan picked up the glass and took out the photo for her.

Wang Xue took it and said: "If you put it like this, the photos will oxidize. How about this, you give these photos to me, and I will go back and seal them for you. It is a thank you for sending me those dried bamboo shoots."

Xiang Nuan agreed without hesitation.

She took out all the photos of Chen Jiadong, and there was another fucking one.

These photos are the only evidence that they ever existed.

Wang Xue carefully put the photos away, and wanted to take pictures of Xiang Nuan again.

She asked Xiang Nuan to pretend to be working, and then turned around when she called three to do a side kill.

Xiang Nuan also cooperated one by one.

Finally, we have to take a group photo of her and Chen Jiakang at Tiananmen Square.

After finishing these, it is not too early.

Cute Wang Xue is leaving.

There was no newspaper in Xiang Nuan's house, so she found the original owner's previous homework book, snapped it off from the middle of the staple, and used the homework book to wrap three packages of dried bamboo shoots for Wang Xue.

One pack is just enough for one meal, and it is tied together with straw rope.

"Thank you." Wang Xue said to her, carrying a bag of dried bamboo shoots.

"Thank you too." Xiang Nuan sincerely said this sentence, regardless of whether the manuscript can be passed smoothly, Xiang Nuan is very grateful to this girl.

As long as she doesn't force her to answer brain-wrenching questions, she's a cutie.

Xiang Nuan sent the cutie to the brigade, and then Cai Bing rode the bicycle in the brigade to send the cutie to Xinghua Commune.

The little cutie left, Xiang Nuan still looked forward to it in the first few days after she left, looking forward to her name appearing in the newspaper.

As a result, after waiting for half a month, there was no movement, and Xiang Nuan gradually lost that expectation.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of June, and she was going back to school to take the graduation exam.

After the exam, you can get a high school diploma, and then you can use the diploma to find a job.

Although high school students are rare in this era, it is not easy to find a good job at home.

Especially ordinary people with no background.

That's why she agreed to Wang Xue's interview at the beginning.

Her high school diploma + Chen Jiadong's job + newspaper publication ≈ can get a decent job.

It's a pity that the hope of being published in the newspaper is slim.

On this day, Xiang Nuan packed her clothes and was going to the county to take the graduation exam.

There is rice and oil and salt at home, and Chen Jiakang can cook rice himself, but the taste is not good.

Before leaving, Xiang Nuan returned five yuan to Chen Jiakang. The weather was very hot, and he told him not to go out if he had nothing to do.

Then he said hello to Aunt Wu and Aunt Liu on the opposite side of the road, and then left home to rush to the county.

Although she was cramming, she had received higher education before anyway.

So the graduation exam was not too difficult for Xiang Nuan, and she even felt that she could get a good ranking.

However, the results will take a while to come out. As long as they don't fail in the exam, most people can get their high school diploma smoothly.

So there is no need to wait for the results in school.

After the exam, many students invited Xiang Nuan to participate in their graduation activities.

But they were all rejected by Xiang Nuan.

Everyone knows that she is married, but her husband died, and she is now a little widow.

Xiang Nuan didn't care how these little kids talked about her behind her back, she wouldn't play with them anyway.

My sister is the one who holds the system in her hand and wants to do great things.

Student Xiang Nuan, who was going to do big things, was carrying a schoolbag and a lot of things in his hands, which had been left in the dormitory before.

Xiang Nuan packed her clothes in sheets made of sheets and walked to the station after leaving school.

Not long after walking, Xiang Nuan realized that he was being followed.

In the past two days at school, several male classmates have been hanging around in front of her and making some nasty remarks.

Xiang Nuan remained calm, deliberately quickened her pace and walked into the alley.

Sure enough, the footsteps behind him followed quickly.

After making sure that the other party came in, Xiang Nuan walked another 100 meters, then walked into the alley to the left in a dodge, and waited quietly behind the wall for the other party to come over before giving him an unforgettable blow.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear a burst of chaotic footsteps, some chaotic, and a little distance away, she couldn't hear it very clearly.

After about ten seconds, she heard footsteps.

Although the other party had already slowed down his steps, she still heard it.

She leaned against the wall and slowly squatted down. Although she was not afraid, her nervous heart beat fast.

She can see each other's shadow.

The other party seemed to have noticed her, and suddenly turned around and rushed towards her.

Xiang Nuan's reaction was faster than her brain. The moment the other party turned around and rushed towards her, she turned around and gave the other party a trick of monkey picking peaches.

Then... it was picked up.

Enduring the nausea, Xiang Nuan didn't let go, but said harshly: "If you dare to follow me again, believe it or not, my sister crushed your balls?"

After speaking, he squeezed hard in a demonstrative way.

"Grass... let go, it's a goose..." The other party changed his tune in pain.

Xiang Nuan: "It doesn't matter if you are a goose or a duck, if you dare to follow me, I will make you a eunuch...Huh? Why are you..."

Xiang Nuan hurriedly let go, feeling that her palm was still warm, she wanted to wipe her hand, but she didn't want to wipe it on her body, so she quickly rubbed it on his arm while pretending to support him.

Tang Heping was in pain because he couldn't stand up, so he had to let her squat down against the wall and curl up together, looking very pitiful and helpless.

Damn it, he just followed her because he saw her being followed and was afraid that she would suffer.

Who would have thought that the result of doing good deeds would almost turn him into a eunuch, who the hell would he turn to for reasoning?

He hasn't used it yet, so if he can't, it's still broken.

Grass, it really hurts...