Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
The waiters in Fan city’s first high school cafeteria were all uncles and aunties. Suddenly, a young face appeared.
The girl was fair and clean. Her eyes were dark and beautiful. Her eyelashes were long and straight, just like a small brush. She looked a little thin like a country girl, but she was really good-looking. Her temperament was also light and cold.
There was nothing new in this school. Suddenly, the students who came to the cafeteria to eat in groups of three or five began to discuss as they ate.
Today was Sunday, and Han Jin would return to school in the afternoon.
The competition was fierce, so even if the school was on vacation, most students would choose to stay in the school to continue their studies.
Xia Ling was busy through the afternoon, and Aunt Bai brought Xia Ling and arranged a place for her to stay.
She arranged for Xia Ling to stay with another woman in her thirties in the cafeteria.
The woman’s name was Zhang Juan, and she had some connections in the school.
She was quite kind-looking, and with a round face, she took the initiative to help Xia Ling tidy up the bed. Knowing that Xia Ling did not bring anything, Zhang Juan took out her own quilt and let Xia Ling Use it first. She would return it to Xia Ling after she got paid and bought the quilt.
With a place to live and a place to eat, Xia Ling’s trip to the city was surprisingly smooth!
All of this was thanks to Han Jin. Xia Ling Thought of Han Jin and thought of what he said when he sent her away.
He would help her solve the SU family village problem.
This was a hot potato that Xia Ling herself could not solve. What was he going to do?
Xia Ling was curious and waited for him to come to school before asking.
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The work in the school cafeteria was very easy. From five to nine in the morning, after the breakfast period, it would be from ten-thirty to two in the afternoon, and then from five to seven-thirty in the afternoon for dinner.
During this free time, there was not much work in the cafeteria, so the people who went to work could arrange it freely.
With such a relaxed schedule, they could still earn 300 yuan a month!
Su Eryuan got up early and went to the dark in the countryside. He earned two to three thousand yuan a season, which was equal to just a little more than Xia Ling every month.
“Sister Zhang, you rest, I’m going out for a walk. ”
Women had the habit of taking a lunch break. Xia Ling did not want to sleep, so she told Zhang Juan and went out on her own.
She did not know if it was because of metaphysics, but ever since she tied a red rope around her wrist, Xia Ling did everything smoothly.
After lunch, the weather was hot, and not many people walked around the campus.
Xia Ling walked all the way out of the school, and under the guidance of Hai Hai, she walked to the nearest newspaper stand.
The year 90 was the most popular time for lottery sales in Z country. In the countryside, people could hear the rumors of who won the lottery, who won a bicycle, and who won a big color TV.
Xia Ling did not want to make too much noise, so she chose a newspaper stand. In addition to selling books and newspapers, there were also some two yuan scratch prizes.
Xia Ling wanted to test her luck for the first time, so she bought a ticket and scratched it at the side.
The people around were either chess players or idlers. Seeing that Xia ling was dressed in shabby clothes and did not look like someone who often came to buy lottery tickets, the few of them gathered at the back and watched as if they were watching a show.
In the first picture, a 3 had yet to be displayed, and the people who had peeked out from the side clicked their tongues.
“Yo! Nell is so lucky. She won. She won three pieces! She’s back in the pocket. ”
Xia Ling did not turn around, but continued to wipe the remaining paint on her fingernails.
She did not think it was only three pieces. She had only reached half of the position when the 3 showed its head.
She moved her nails, and the people behind her saw that there were still numbers, and they all shouted again.
“30! How is it three dollars? ”
“No, no, I think it’s 300 dollars! It’s only in the middle! ”
“50 dollars. This girl, I’ll exchange 50 dollars for your card. Do you want to exchange it? ”
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Xia Ling looked at the person who wanted 50 dollars to buy her card. That person also had a scratch card in his hand. It looked a little crooked, and he looked like a hooligan.
