The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

After a while, someone came to Ma Xiaoping's stall and asked how the eggs were sold.

Ma Xiaoping laughed hurriedly: "Thirty cents a catty, don't worry, ma'am, these are eggs laid by our own chickens in the past half a month, and they are very fresh."

After some bargaining, the aunt bought two catties of eggs for twenty-five cents and left.

Rong Ling counted with her fingers beside her. An egg costs about three cents. Now, she knows how much her sweet potatoes should sell for.

The sweet potatoes she dug were wrapped in green lotus leaves, with dew still on them, so they didn't know how attractive they looked.

If it wasn't for selling money, Rong Ling would have eaten most of it himself.

Even if everyone is poor, there must be people in the town who are willing to spend money to enjoy their food. Rong Ling believes that his sweet potatoes will definitely be sold.

Sure enough, after a while, someone came and asked, "Little sister, how do you sell these sweet potatoes?"

"Six cents a piece." Rong Ling replied without thinking.

The calculation is exactly the price of two eggs, but eggs are available at any time, and sweet potatoes are no longer available after the season. Rong Ling thinks that they are not expensive.

What's more, the person who is asking questions is a man in an army green uniform. He is much neater and tidier than the others. It seems that he should work in some agency, and he must be richer than ordinary people.

But even so, the man still bargained: "Why is it so expensive, can it be less?"

"No..." Rong Ling shook his head like a rattle.

In order to prove that these sweet potatoes are not easy to come by, she showed her red and swollen hands due to frostbite in winter: "I dug these sweet potatoes out of the ground, and I can only dig so much in a whole day. Not expensive."

The man smiled: "You little girl, you are quite eloquent. If my daughter-in-law didn't want to eat suddenly when she was pregnant, I wouldn't buy this kind of food for children. Isn't it cheaper?"

Rong Ling thought for a while: "If you buy two copies, it's a nickel a pack."

The man saw that she seemed to have no room for sway, took out a dime bill, picked two bags that seemed to be the most substantial, and left.

Holding the hard-earned dime, Rong Ling showed the same simple smile as the working people above.

Once this is done, it will be easier to sell in the future.

Except for the poor sale of the last two packs, which Rong Ling sold for three cents each, she didn't reduce the price of the others.

Rong Ling counted the ten cents in his hands, and there were sixty-three cents.

This is a huge sum of money for her.

She handed over the money to Ma Xiaoping.

Ma Xiaoping stuffed it back into her arms: "Hold it by yourself. When you get to school, you will have more money when you need it. I don't need to give you extra money then."

Rong Ling collected the money carefully and tucked it in the innermost clothes bag for fear of losing it.

After waiting for more than two hours, Ma Xiaoping's eggs were almost sold out, and it was time to go home.

It was noon, and the people who set up stalls in the town were almost gone. Compared with the bustle in the morning, it was much deserted.

It was the first time rushing to the market, Rong Ling still looked around strangely, and accidentally saw a butcher's shop, she couldn't walk.

Since Ma Xiaoping said that the money was her own, Rong Ling gritted her teeth and bought half a catty of meat.

Ma Xiaoping blamed her for being greedy, but when she got home, she was busy cutting the fat and thin meat into strips, mixed with half an egg that was accidentally cracked when she took it out of the box yesterday, and a little starch cooking wine Marinated into a paste.

After marinating, put oil in the pan, and use chopsticks to hold the meat strips and fry them in the oil pan.

The couple came back late, and their lunch was just a bowl of sweet potato porridge that was so scarce that it could be seen in the shadow. Now that the smell of crispy meat came out, Rong Ling was so greedy.

As soon as the crispy meat came out, Rong Ling hurriedly picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth, only to grin his teeth from being scalded.

The two younger sisters around the stove were not much better. They stood on tiptoes to grab the crispy meat and ate it, but Ma Xiaoping slapped her hands hard: "Slow down, if you overturn the plate, you don't want to eat it today." Want to eat."

Until about to go to bed at night, Rong Ling, who was not full, was still savoring the taste of those few pieces of crispy meat.

She took the remaining quarters out of her pocket and recounted the bills and the two nickels again with contentment.

Compared with modern cold electronic payments, paper money with a tactile feel makes people feel happier.

The two children beside him were already fast asleep, Rong Ling took advantage of the moonlight shining through the cracks in the tiles, turned over and found something.

It was the box of cookies that Wei Yijia sent. Although the cookies were finished, Rong Ling was still reluctant to throw away the box, so he washed it and put it away.

She opened the tin lid and put all the money in it.

The hard skin collided with the iron box, making a crisp sound. Rong Ling, who had been tired for a day, fell asleep with this pleasant sound on his pillow.

For the next time, Rong Ling was not idle.

In addition to doing farm work, she was busy picking mushrooms in the mountains after the rain, catching loach in the river, catching cicadas in the shade, and selling all kinds of things that could be sold in the mountains to the town.

A whole summer passed, Rong Ling's hard work was not in vain, and he saved a total of 11 yuan and [-] cents.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for her to start school in the fall.

There was only an elementary school in the village, and if Rong Ling wanted to study, he had to go to the largest junior high school in the town.

She dropped out at the end of the first year of junior high school. Logically, she should continue to study the second year of junior high school, but Rong Ling didn't want to waste time and chose to go directly to the third year of junior high school.

The tuition fee is five yuan and one dime, and the book fee is five yuan.

Rong Ling didn't ask Ma Xiaoping to pay, but used the money she had saved, and added some miscellaneous things, so that only two or three cents of the money she had saved were left.

But Rong Ling didn't feel distressed, after all, no matter how poor you are, you can't have poor education!

Teacher Du, who paid the fee, was Yuan's homeroom teacher in the first year of junior high school. When he saw the student who had been the first in the class come back, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He praised Ma Xiaoping: "It's better to study, you parents are sensible, Such a smart child, it is a waste not to study."

Being praised like this, Ma Xiaoping immediately felt more responsible: "Teacher Du, don't worry, if my child is disobedient in school, you can just hit him!"

"..." After all, the way of education in this era is like that, Rong Ling remained silent.

After paying the tuition fee, Ma Xiaoping sent Rong Ling to the dormitory.

It is said to be a dormitory, but it is actually a Datong shop. In a room less than a dozen square meters, there are more than 20 girls sleeping, each of whom can only occupy a seat on a seat, and the bed has a big box for storing their own things.

The smell in the dormitory is not good, there is a smell of rancid bedding, and the unventilated room is dark and damp.

Ma Xiaoping hurriedly made the bed for her: "When you are in school, you must listen to the teacher's advice and study hard. Only by studying can you get ahead..."

Rong Ling listened to her babbling and helped, she missed her mother in the original world.

When she first entered college, it seemed that her mother sent herself to the dormitory herself, nagging while making the bed.

I don't know if it's because too much time has passed, Rong Ling can't remember what his own mother looks like, but only remembers a vague shadow.

After Ma Xiaoping left, Rong Ling lay on the bed and thought about it, but he still didn't have the slightest impression.

But soon, she had no time to think about it anymore, because it was time to go to the logistics department to cook.

In this era, there was no canteen in the school. The students brought their own rice and vegetables. The rice was cleaned and put in a lunch box to the logistics department, where the staff steamed it out.

In order not to confuse, everyone also has to write their own names on their lunch boxes, or make some special marks.

Rong Ling handed over the lunch box to the logistics department and went to the classroom.

There is no formal class today, some students in the classroom are playing, and some are reading by themselves.

Rong Ling also read the book for a while, only to realize that compared to what he had learned before, this knowledge was simply child's play.

But the task is to be admitted to a good university, and if you don't study, you can't do it, unless you skip a grade.

Calculated, Yuanshen is almost 15 years old now, so it is not impossible to jump to high school in one go, but their family is okay, they can't find acquaintances, and they have to go to the county to study in high school, which costs more money.

In this era when everyone is poor, don't even think about scholarships.

After thinking about it, I still have to read it honestly from the third year of junior high school.

What a waste of time, Rong Ling couldn't help asking the system if it could speed up the flow of this world, but of course the answer was negative.

Just when Rong Ling was pinching the pencil in his hand, he was helpless, suddenly there was the laughter of his classmates: "Show me, show me."

"Obviously I got it first, why should I show it to you first?"

"Let me see what's wrong? You're so stingy..."

Accompanied by the dispute, with a bang, what they were fighting for was torn apart.

"Wow..." Another female voice joined the battlefield, "I kindly lent it to you, but you actually tore my book, you pay, you pay!"

The battlefield became even more chaotic, and a torn page of paper floated to Rong Ling's hand.

She subconsciously picked it up and saw that it turned out to be a page from a magazine.

That's right, a flash of light came to Rong Ling's mind. Anyway, he is not serious about his studies, so he can try to submit an article to a magazine to see if he can get it accepted, which is a small amount of money.

Although I haven't written anything and don't know my writing style, I can't waste anything by writing.

Go ahead and do it, Rong Ling spread out his notebook and started writing.

The deskmate next to her asked her what she was doing, and Rong Ling only said that she was reciting the text silently.

After all, she didn't dare to publicize her horoscope yet.

And now everyone is not so open-minded. If you do this by yourself, maybe your teacher will find out, and you will be doing nothing.

So Rong Ling decided not to tell anyone until there is no result.

As soon as the tip of the pen touched the paper, inspiration came to Rong Ling's mind, and she wrote a fantasy about the 21st century eloquently.

After all, having experienced the previous world, Rong Ling doesn't need to fantasize at all, all he needs to do is exaggerate the things he has seen.

Rong Ling didn't stop writing until it was time to eat.

She put the notebook in the deepest part of the table and cabinet, and went to the logistics to get her own meal.

As for the food, of course it was the can of pickles that Ma Xiaoping fried for her yesterday, and there was only a little shredded pork in it.

It’s just such a can, and you have to eat it from Monday to Friday. If you accidentally finish it, you will be hungry.