A truckload of firecrackers?
Ni Yang said with a smile, "Grandpa, you’re really exaggerating, aren’t you?"
Old Master Zheng laughed, "Not at all, not one bit exaggerated. I didn’t do well when I took the college entrance exam." Thinking back on those days, Old Master Zheng still felt some regret.
After dinner, Old Master Zheng took Little Ni Yun to clear the land.
Old Lady Zheng and Old Lady Shangguan chatted in the yard and, if they found the conversation dull, they’d go together to visit Grandma Liu.
Shangguan Dehui went off to work at the school.
As for Ni Cuihua, she kept herself busy with her own business.
Though a lot had happened, Ni Cuihua never gave up on her spicy strip business.
She had now earned fifty thousand yuan from selling the spicy strips.
Fifty thousand yuan might not be much to the Zheng Family or the Shangguan Family, but to ordinary people, it was a considerable fortune!
With this fifty thousand yuan, Ni Cuihua planned to start her own food factory and expand her business further!
She had no desire to be a full-time housewife.
Right then, Ni Cuihua was carrying her documents to the bureau to apply for a health permit, eager to get the factory business settled as soon as possible.
Time flew by quickly.
Before they knew it, the day to check exam results had arrived.
Both Ni Cuihua and Shangguan Dehui thought of Ni Yang going to the school to check her results. Ni Yang felt that checking results was a simple matter, and there was no need to make a fuss. The classroom was only so big—if every parent went along, there simply wouldn’t be room to stand.
It was not appropriate to wear a cheongsam to school, so Ni Yang chose a white mandarin-collar blouse cinched at the waist, black wide-leg pants, white sneakers, casually pulled her long hair into a bun, hopped on her bicycle, and set off.
In this era, parents took their children’s academic performance very seriously, so there were quite a few parents accompanying their children to check their results today, but they were all waiting outside the school gate.
"Yangyang!" Han Xiaoyu had been waiting at the school entrance for a long time and was particularly excited to see Ni Yang.
"Xiaoyu." Ni Yang jogged over.
"Yangyang, your outfit is really pretty, even prettier than a cheongsam!" Han Xiaoyu took Ni Yang’s hand and looked her over from top to bottom, left to right.
Ni Yang smiled, "I just picked it up casually. By the way, has the cutoff score been released?"
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