Chapter 910
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Jian Yi: "…"
Zhang Dazhuang couldn't help but ask, "No, why do you want to pick up garbage to make money?"
Zhang Dazhuang really couldn't understand.
Picking up trash outside, especially under the hot sun or in the cold winter, after picking up trash, one would either be covered in sweat or be blown like a snowman. Not to mention that one would be half dead from exhaustion. At the end of the day, one might not even earn 200 yuan.
What's more, throwing garbage in a slightly more prosperous area would result in a fine if you were photographed. The streets in the city center were basically clean and there was no garbage to pick up. In a day, one might not even make 200 yuan a day.
Therefore, picking up garbage was a dead end.
Zhang Dazhuang also couldn't imagine two beautiful, fair-skinned girls carrying a tattered cloth bag and picking up garbage everywhere.
Little Lu Li misunderstood and comforted him with her baby voice: "Uncle Zhang, you don't have to be envious of us. In fact, you make a lot of money by digging coal."
Zhang Dazhuang: "… I'm not envious."
Qu Qian Qian readily accepted: "Oh, Uncle Zhang, you don't have to be envious of us. Although we make a lot of money by picking up garbage, you also make a lot of money by digging coal."
Zhang Dazhuang: "…"
I'm not envious.
I'm just curious! Curious!!
Why?
Are you so afraid that I'll covet your garbage?
Qu Qian Qian noticed that she still had one last paragraph to read, so she hurriedly said:
[Finally, thank you! Dad, if you didn't go out and sell yourself so many times to so many people, I think there were hundreds of them. Mom and I would have starved to death …]
"Stop!"
Qu Sinian couldn't listen to it anymore. Seeing the strange looks from the other parents around him, he took a deep breath and forced a smile. The words seemed to be squeezed out from his throat:
"Baby, after the word 'sell', did you miss the word 'smile'?"
"Yes," Qu Qian Qian looked surprised as if to say, Dad, how did you know? She scratched her head: "I forgot how to write 'smile' before."
She waved her hand: "But it's okay, the meaning is about the same. Dad, you know."
Qu Sinian: "…"
No, the meaning was very different!!!
Qu Qianqian grumbled, "Dad, don't interrupt me. I'm not done yet!"
Qu Sinian smiled. "Sure, you read it."
He had already read to the end, and there wasn't much left. He had already endured the most difficult part, so there was no reason that he couldn't endure the last bit.
Moreover, if Qu Sinian remembered correctly, the only words left after that were, "Dad, I feel that you are like a big tree that can shelter me from the wind and rain, and protect me so that I can grow strong." and "I love you, Dad."
Qu Qianqian was obviously not the one who wrote the first sentence. It was like a big tree blocking the wind.
Qu Qianqian would never use such profound words as "cover", "block", and "grow".
It was obvious that the sentence was copied from some essay book to make up the number of words.
Moreover, it was probably because Qu Qianqian wrote the letter at the same time that the letter was sent.
Qu Qianqian didn't have time to write the last paragraph slowly, so she could only copy it. Usually, her handwriting was like a dog's scrawl, but now that she was pressed for time, the words she wrote were worse than a dog's scrawl.
If it wasn't for Qu Sinian helping her with her homework last semester, she probably wouldn't have been able to recognize the crooked characters. If this was placed in ancient times, people would probably believe it if it was said to be oracle bone script.
Although the words were a little ugly, the sentences that were written as essays had always been beautiful and there wouldn't be any flaws.
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