Chapter 10： convention

Chapter 10 The Covenant

"Okay, stop arguing."

Zhao Xianlai interrupted the quarrel between the two.

suggested: "Isn't Mianmian still half a semester in the third grade? Let her finish the third grade first and see if her grades have improved before making a decision."

In the current situation, we can only do this first. As for the future, we have to see whether Shen Mianmian can compete, and he doesn't want to wipe out the hope in her eyes.

"Do not…"

"I agree."

Shen Mianmian spoke before Zhou Lanfang.

When she helped Zhou Siyu with her children in her previous life, she learned a lot of knowledge along with her. Although she forgot about the same, it was not difficult to pick it up again.

She has confidence.

Zhao Xian looked at Shen Jianhua, "Do you agree?"

"I agree too." Speaking of which, the village chief's face is still to be given.

Zhou Lanfang gritted her teeth angrily, dead girl, but her mouth was very fast, and she even snatched her words.

Now that Shen Jianhua has agreed to the village chief, if she makes any more comments, it will be too obvious. Shen Jianhua will definitely be angry, so she can only bear it.

Damn girl, want to read? Take care of her later.

The matter was settled, Zhao Xianlai told Shen Jianhua a few words and went home.

sent Zhao Xianlai away on the front foot, and Zhou Lanfang made a scene on the back foot, "Our family has no savings now, where are you going to find money to teach her tuition for the second half of the semester?"

"Go back to the room and talk." He was worried that Zhou Lanfang would leak his mouth when he was angry, and said to Shen Mianmian, "Mianmian, you also go back to the room to rest first."

"Um."

Shen Mianmian responded, but did not go back to the house, but went to Zhao Xianlai's house again.

Zhao Xianlai had just arrived home on his forefoot and his **** had not touched the stool. When he saw Shen Mianmian coming again, his first thought was that Zhou Lanfang was in trouble.

"Your mother beat you again?"

He Nan's brows also frowned, and when he returned home, he was still dressed so thinly, it seemed that her father didn't take her seriously.

Noticing He Nan's expression, Shen Mianmian guessed: Did he find her troublesome?

She couldn't hold back.

She tried her best to ignore He Nan's gaze.

"Uncle Zhao, I'm not complaining this time, I'm here to borrow money."

"Borrow money?"

"Borrow money?"

Zhao Xianlai and Li Chunhua were both stunned for a moment, but He Nan's dark eyes flashed.

Shen Mianmian mustered up his courage, "Uncle Zhao, Aunt Li, you all know about my family's situation, my mother will definitely do everything possible to prevent me from studying, so I want to ask, in case she really doesn't. Give me tuition, can you lend me first?"

Before they could answer, she hurriedly promised, "I will definitely return the money to you before the start of the third year of high school. I can write an IOU."

According to Zhou Lanfang's temper, when she pays tuition, she must find another way out, just in case.

The tuition fee for the third year of junior high school is 30 yuan. She is confident that she will be able to pay it back before high school starts.

Zhao Xianlai and Li Chunhua glanced at each other. They understood what Shen Mianmian meant. The money was borrowed by the couple behind Shen Jianhua's back.

Thirty yuan is not a small amount. After a year of farming, it can only be sold for a hundred yuan. When going out to work, it is only twenty yuan a month, and some even have only ten yuan.

Shen Mianmian was a child after all, and Li Chunhua hesitated.

Zhao Xianlai pondered for a while, "Mianmian, I can help you with the tuition fee first, but there is a premise."

Shen Mianmian's eyes lit up, "Uncle Zhao, you said."

(end of this chapter)