Chapter 187: 187 Let’s have another steamed bun [please ask for a monthly pass]

Chapter 187 187. Let’s eat another steamed bun [please ask for a monthly pass]

Song Tan didn’t know that he already had a large number of potential customers.

At this time, her vegetable sales group has nearly 500 people, and there are basically no divers. They are all customers who have spent multiple times.

As we enter April, we are asking almost every day: “When will we continue to sell vegetables?”

Obviously the world has been suffering from bitter herbs for a long time!

But selling vegetables cannot be rushed.

The Chinese cabbage, which has the shortest growth period, has only grown a few leaves now and has not yet reached its maximum size.

Song Tan had to pretend not to look at the group and stare at Qiao Qiao in class every day.

When Xin Jun came, he actually wanted to get food and escape from his boring waiter career.

But when he got up at six o'clock following Song Tan's biological clock, he smelled the fresh smell in the air, looked at the row of squirrels on the wall that were getting smoother and smoother by the day, and the comfortable and sound sleep last night...

“Teacher, do you drink polenta?”

Qiaoqiao, who was wearing an apron decently, was holding a big bowl and standing by the pot and asked him.

All Xin Jun’s thoughts were thrown away:

"eat!"

Even though they are all farmers in the mountains, this farmhouse and my own farmhouse have completely different routines.

At my farmhouse, it is impossible to rest before twelve o'clock at night.

The waiter can go to work at nine o'clock, but as one of the bosses, he has to go out to buy some dishes that cannot be delivered at seven o'clock.

What about here?

After nine o'clock in the evening, almost all the rooms turned off the lights, and the whole village became quiet.

 He had not planned to go to bed so early, but he put the iPad on the table and fell asleep while looking at it. I woke up automatically at around five o'clock in the morning. My mind was clearer than ever before, but my body was languid, as if it was relaxed from the inside out.

It can be seen that going out to work is a fairy life, but at home, you are a social beast!

So he sent a message to her mother early in the morning:

【Mom, I have come to this boss' place. It is indeed a remote mountain village and the transportation is very inconvenient. But I also found out that the boss has planted a lot of things at his house and it’s almost the harvest time. I’ll wait here for now. 】

Mother Xin couldn't hear the message prompts when she was fast asleep, so he didn't have to choose the time to send the message.

Who knows there will be a message reply in the next moment:

【good! Remember to build a good relationship and make more purchases. Mom wants to expand our villa. But son, come back as soon as you’re done. You’re not at home. Mom did the accounting until after eleven o’clock last night. No one took care of the fact that the egg delivery guy didn’t come in the morning... Well, the store manager, manager and accountant all said , they have a heavy workload and need to increase their wages - son, you can save your mother 10,000 yuan a month! 】

The 59-second long voice ruthlessly explained how Xin Jun worked as a cow and a horse at home.

He got up from the bed numbly, squatted in the grass outside the yard with a toothbrush in his hand and rinsed his mouth. When everything was ready and holding a bowl of yellow and sticky corn grits, he felt alive.

Hence, he took another big, hot and noisy bun for himself and said vaguely:

"Song Tan, it's like this. I don't have enough teaching experience, and Qiao Qiao can't follow the pace of ordinary students' courses. Otherwise, I will stay with him for two days to see his ability. After two days, the class will officially start and then the salary will be calculated. How about it?"

He sincerely wanted to teach Qiaoqiao well, but it would definitely not be possible according to the student's schedule.

After all, Qiaoqiao still has to work at home and learn to cook, so academic qualifications and certifications are secondary.

Now, everything he learns is essentially to add weight to his future life, so he needs to adapt his learning methods and time.

Song Tan was overjoyed: "Okay! Teacher Xin, you will make arrangements!"

Song Sancheng and Wulan were overjoyed: "Teacher Xin, your salary will be calculated in two days. From now on, you will be our Qiaoqiao's teacher - come and have a bun!"

Xin Jun took it with a smile: "Actually, I like you guys to eat." At this time, the seventh cousin also smiled: "Here, let's eat another steamed bun!"

These are traditional northern buns, made with vermicelli, eggs, lard residue, and previously frozen milkvetch powder!

It’s so delicious!

Xin Jun took it with difficulty - he felt that although he was full, he could still eat!

Qiaoqiao blinked: "Aren't you going to have class today?"

Xin Jun nodded: "Yes, the teacher wants to see how Qiao Qiao's work is done first."

 Qiao Qiao looked at Song Tan in confusion: "But my sister said that she is the boss, and she is responsible for checking Qiao Qiao's work and then paying her wages."

“Teacher, will you pay me the salary after the inspection?”

Ah this.

Xin Jun praised Qiao Qiao's thinking and logic, and then said seriously: "Your sister is the principal, and she wants to pay the salary to the teacher. It is the teacher's job to teach Qiao Qiao. The salary for Qiao Qiao's work, It was because Qiaoqiao worked for her sister while going to school. "

In this long paragraph, the three characters change back and forth, making people confused.

Qiaoqiao nodded immediately:

“I understand! Only when the teacher teaches Qiaoqiao can he get paid, and Qiaoqiao can also get paid when he works for his sister. My sister is both the principal and the boss.”

At this time, Xin Jun was really surprised: "Qiao Qiao is so smart!"

While feeling regretful again: “If I had gone to school earlier…”

If he could go to school earlier, boys with such mental disabilities but complete logical thinking might be able to go out to work now.

For a farmer, being able to go out to work alone has proven his ability to survive alone to people from all over the country! He also grew up in the village and knew the importance of this matter.

But Song Tan knew in her heart: Qiao Qiao was quite smart before, but he was not so smart as this. Look at Wu Lan and Song Sancheng's increasingly black hair and rosy complexions...

The strands of spiritual energy she drew from practicing every night were still useful after all.

However, Song Sancheng shook his head at Xin Jun's regret:

“Mr.

The village primary school has been gone for several years. If it is sent to the town, people will probably take the money. However, the town primary school stipulates that students from nearby villages must live in the school after the third grade.

Eating, brushing his teeth, washing his hair, and taking a bath, he moved so slowly that he couldn't keep up.

Secondly, come back once a week, how dare Song Sancheng!

"A kid like him will definitely be wronged when he goes out. He is afraid that he will be bullied without even knowing it. Neither his mother nor I can bear to part with him."

“It’s good like this. The children are happy and we feel relieved.”

Song Sancheng certainly did not want to spoil his children and ignore the future for the sake of temporary stability. The couple originally planned to teach a little at home.

Although it is not taught much, you can always learn it after decades.

Qiao Qiao... He is fair and good-looking, well-behaved, and easy to coax and deceive. Just put it in a closed school outside. Parents wouldn’t dare!

This is to make up for yesterday.

Coming, coming, my group of friends is here to recommend the book! This time, I’ll give you an introduction and recommend it carefully—

Qin Xi's "The Proud Son-in-law of a Boudoir"

The introduction was given by Xi Xi, but I think her introduction level is the same as mine, and she can be called a sleeping dragon and a phoenix.

(End of this chapter)

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