usatvline Chapter 326: Different Meals Every Day
Chapter 326: Different Meals Every Day
Just when she was feeling discouraged, Anjiu spoke.
"Yes, sister. We are going to sell lunch boxes. Do you want to buy one? It's a little cold, but it was just made today."
It was like a heavenly sound, and the woman could hardly believe it.
"Yes! I'll buy it!"
But soon there was another question, "How much contribution value?"
Anjiu thought for a moment: "Twenty-one boxes, do you want it?"
There are thirty boxes in the bag. If you sell them all, you can get 600 contribution points. You have to know that these are free. You can easily earn contribution points by reselling them without doing anything.
Then tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow... As long as those classmates are obedient, she can earn six hundred every day!
Moreover, she has three copy cards in her hand. When the weather gets colder, she can take out the things in the space and put them into the copied room without worrying about them melting.
After freeing up two copy cards, I can then sell other things.
As long as you have the resources, earning contribution points is not difficult at all.
It is foreseeable that she and her grandmother will basically be able to say goodbye to working in the future, and their goal will then change from maintaining survival to improving their own strength.
The woman had never thought it would be so cheap! No, it couldn't be said to be cheap. The contribution points she could earn, after deducting the rent, were only enough to keep the three of them from starving.
Twenty contribution points was not a small amount, and it almost took away her surplus for the day.
But it's worth it!
After handing over the contribution points in one hand and the lunch box in the other, she opened the lid with trembling hands, revealing a full box of fried rice.
Just plain fried rice with lots of oil and some vegetables.
"Thank you, thank you."
The woman's voice was a little choked, but when she thought of the children at home who fell asleep due to hunger, she quickly wiped away her tears and became an omnipotent mother again.
She turned back home, anxious to feed her child.
Grandma hated this kind of scene the most, as it always reminded her of the time when she was trying to survive alone with Anjiu.
At this moment, the iron gates on Ding Road opened one by one, and faces suffering from poverty appeared behind them.
They forced a smile through their wrinkled faces and said cautiously:
"…Sweet potato vines, since we are neighbors, can you sell us some?"
"Don't worry, we know the rules and will not spread them randomly."
Sweet Potato Seedling is my grandmother’s nickname, and there are only one or two people left who know her nickname.
Anjiu put the shopping bag on the ground and said, "Okay, I'll sell it to anyone anyway. It's the same as before, 20 contribution points per box, no credit."
Dinglu is so long that they haven't had time to change the door. They can hear what is said here while sitting at home.
Speaking of which, these neighbors are all honest people. No matter what they smell or hear, they never tell anyone, nor do they come to my grandmother to ask for help. They all live their own lives.
With Anjiu's consent, they came up happily one by one. They didn't rummage through the bag, but took things out from the top layer one by one. Every time they took a lunch box, they transferred a contribution point to Anjiu.
If someone wants to buy two boxes, Anjiu will not refuse.
The woman who heard the noise hurried out again, queued up, and bought another box of lunch.
Through her open door, Anjiu saw two skinny, tiny children lying helplessly on the bed.
They opened their mouths wide and stuffed their little hands in every time. They swallowed the food in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to chew, and they sweated while eating.
Anjiu and her grandmother sold all the lunch boxes without even leaving the house.
"If there are still boxed lunches for sale tomorrow, I will call you here."
In the next few days, the students in Class C were deeply shocked from the inside out.
Every day at lunch time, when someone stood up, their attention would be focused on him for a moment, and then they would pretend to walk past the last row casually.
After seeing clearly what was in the tattered lunch box, his eyes widened like bells and his mouth couldn't close at all.
After sitting down, I exchanged my surprise with my friend.
——Are you kidding me? Isn't she a lower class citizen? Why does she bring different meals every day?
——If the seafood on the first day was just an accident, then what about the third day? What about the fifth day? And the seafood feast she brought today, she packed it in a plastic bag!
What a waste of natural resources!!
——And one more thing, why does she have fruit after the meal! Even the fruit is different!
——She is like this, I don’t believe she is a lower-class citizen at all, she is a low-key person!
Gradually, this understanding was recognized by the whole class. Even when Anjiu said this to the teacher, they all shook their heads in their hearts.
The boss is so low-key!
No wonder I don't need my parents and my brother. They are a bunch of useless people. Why should I keep them to hold me back?!
Andoxian was the one who could most intuitively feel the changes in his classmates' moods.
He was tired, sad, and couldn't express his pain.
Tiantian watched Anjiu take out her broken lunch box, and then opened the lid, which was filled with luxurious meals. He smelled the overbearing aroma up close, and his stomach growled with hunger! He could only drink water!
Yes, the lunch boxes of the whole class had to be handed in after school, including him. There was nothing for him to bring from home, so he had to go hungry.
Andoxian's only hope to fill his stomach is Yu Luo.
But recently even he has been stimulated and has become taciturn and low-key!
Head teacher Yang Yan rarely praised everyone, "Not bad, you have all become more stable."
Everyone said in unison: Bullshit! Who dares to be arrogant when there is a real boss in front of them? !
An Duoxian realized more and more clearly that An Jiu could not stay in school any longer, and he had to find a way to get her out! Otherwise, he would become her control group, and the contempt of the whole class would fall on him alone!
He placed his hope on the academic subjects and hoped that the teachers would be strict and ask more questions.
But after waiting for a long time, the teacher didn't call his name. He raised his hand anxiously, "Teacher, next to me——"
Anjiu hit him hard on the ribs with his backhand.
The teacher pushed up his glasses and looked over. "What's wrong with you?"
An Duoxian was out of breath and looked in pain. He couldn't speak and could only point at An Jiu beside him.
Seeing the teacher looking over, An Jiu said calmly: "He might have had a seizure, teacher, how about I take him to wash his face and heal it."
The teacher waved his hand: "Go ahead."
An Duoxian squeezed out a syllable from between his teeth, "No——"
Anjiu didn't give him a chance to speak. He tore off his textbook, crumpled it and stuffed it into his mouth, then grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out through the back door without saying a word.
The students in the class looked at each other, then looked at the teacher who didn't care at all, and buried their heads in the textbooks.
Water room.
Anjiu grabbed his arm to scan the code, and forced his head under the water outlet.
The freezing water instantly enveloped him. He wanted to struggle, but every time he moved, Anjiu would kick him in the leg and ribs, very hard.
"An Duoxian, I'm lucky enough that I didn't cause you any trouble, but you're rushing to cause trouble? Do you think I wouldn't dare to touch you in front of the teacher?"
Anjiu raised his knee and hit him hard in the abdomen, beating him unilaterally...