Sure enough, the daughter of the God of Wealth also carries wealth with her. Jiang Tian brought more than 70 people with her and bought all the steamed buns, steamed buns and flower rolls that Wang Chunjuan and her husband had just made.

Wang Chunjuan made a small profit and was so happy that she pulled Jiang Tian and insisted that she come over for lunch.

Jiang Tian held half a fried dough stick in his mouth, pointed at his classmates, and explained to Wang Chunjuan:

"Godmother, let's do it next time. Next time I'll call my mom and my brother, and we'll all come over for dinner. I really miss the dried beans and pork ribs you made. I can't do it today. I promised my uncle that I would bring someone to help him today."

When she mentioned Uncle Hu, the smile on Wang Chunjuan's face became even bigger.

There's nothing you can do about it; her good sister is just so loyal!

Not only was the noodle business of the canteen at the provincial road construction site given to her, but even the buns and steamed buns at Uncle Hu's construction site were now delivered directly to her.

When Wang Chunjuan and Hu Qiongfang became sworn sisters, she never imagined that the little sister she wanted to protect would become the biggest god of wealth in her later life...

Hearing that Jiang Tian was going to take people to support Uncle Hu today, Wang Chunjuan did not dare to delay their business, and hurriedly packed a large bag of steamed buns and steamed rolls for Jiang Tian and asked her to take it to Uncle Hu.

Hu Jianguo originally thought that his niece would at most bring a dozen or so classmates to help him.

Unexpectedly, the niece was so helpful that she brought more than 70 people to him at once.

"Uncle, there are seventy-five people in total, including me, making it exactly seventy-six. Let me make a deal first, the salary will be paid on the same day, and there will be no arrears!" Jiang Tian stretched out her white and tender little hand to Hu Jianguo.

Hu Jianguo laughed loudly: "Ancestor! No matter who I owe money to, I would never owe you."

"Hurry up and tell your classmates to go to work. Finish the work early and go back to school to study."

Uncle Hu thought that his niece was just bored at school, so she took her classmates to the construction site to experience life there.

Unexpectedly, after that day, the next Sunday, there were even more students coming to his construction site to do odd jobs.

After all, it's a job that pays two dollars a day, includes a meal, and the salary can be settled on the same day. This part-time job is perfect for students who are short of money.

Some students whose families could not even afford living expenses actually relied on doing odd jobs at Uncle Hu's place every Sunday to save up enough living expenses for the next semester.

This is really fierce!

However, it was also fortunate that these students met such a kind-hearted construction company boss like Uncle Hu.

If someone else caught these students who had never done odd jobs, and wanted two dollars a day?

Even if it's only one dollar a day, there are plenty of people out there eager to do it!

Hu Jianguo himself has gone through this age, and he knows that children of this age, regardless of gender, are very good eaters. Usually at school, a box of steamed rice with some pickles is not enough to make them full.

Every Sunday when students came to do odd jobs, Hu Jianguo would ask the canteen on the construction site to improve the food. He would buy some pork or cheap fish and make pork stewed with cabbage or fish and tofu to improve the meals for these students.

Unexpectedly, after the graduation of this year's junior high school students, there were quite a few candidates who failed the exam. They did not want to repeat their studies or go to vocational school to continue their studies, so they came to him to apply for jobs as construction workers.

Ouyang Sihai almost fainted when he heard that the students in his class went to the construction site to move bricks on Sundays.

"It must be He Tiantian, the troublemaker! Liang Fusheng, you've come just in time. Go, ask He Tiantian to come to my office."

After sending Liang Fusheng, the Chinese class representative who had come to deliver the homework, back to the classroom to call people, Ouyang Sihai angrily opened the composition assignments that had just been collected, ready to find something to find fault with.

One by one, they all went to the construction site to carry bricks. Their minds were only focused on money. I guess they didn’t even do their homework properly, right?

This time he finally caught the trick of this damn girl He Tiantian, he had to...

Huh?

Ouyang Sihai suddenly stopped his cursing and swearing, picked up the composition book and read it attentively.

This is the composition book of Wang Ping, a student in their class who is known for having difficulty writing essays.

This kid's composition is simply epic and eye-catching!

Logically speaking, by the second year of junior high school, when writing essays, even if one is not able to have a wealth of ideas or write with inspiration, at least the sentences should be fluent and stick to the topic.

But Wang Ping's essays are always like squeezing toothpaste, he sticks to the number of words required by the topic and doesn't write a single word more, which is fine.

What really makes Ouyang Sihai, a Chinese teacher, unbearable is that this kid is already in the second grade of junior high school, but he still can't distinguish the correct usage of the three words "de, di, de"!

No matter how bad other students' essays were, at least one or two paragraphs could be picked out to be noteworthy. Every time when he was marking Wang Ping's essays, Teacher Ouyang would take a big sip of herbal tea in advance.

Otherwise, he was afraid that his blood pressure would soar before he even finished revising the composition.

It's not just a bunch of nonsense, it's also emotionless, the whole article is just a list of things, it makes people want to hit someone...

Today, the Chinese class representative put Wang Ping's composition book on the very top. Ouyang Sihai thought that this boy was the last one to hand in his homework, and was about to endure the toothache and "read" his masterpiece. Unexpectedly, this time, Wang Ping gave him a huge surprise!

The topic of this composition is "My Father".

According to this guy's previous style of writing characters, the opening would definitely be a long and meaningless description of the character. However, this time, the opening almost moved Teacher Ouyang to tears.

What Wang Ping wrote was: Yesterday, I met my father at the construction site, but I pretended not to see him, because the father at the construction site was different from the way he looked every time he came home.

In the second paragraph, Wang Ping wrote about how his father looked when he came home from get off work every day. He was always dressed neatly and cleanly, and in the lunch box tucked under his armpits, there were still meat and vegetables that he had saved from the canteen at the construction site.

However, the father Wang Ping saw on the construction site had his hair covered with white ash and beads of sweat. He was wearing patched clothes, hunched over, carrying heavy bags of cement, and his calves trembled when he walked.

Dad was carrying cement with his head down, so he didn't see me.

I also lowered my head, not daring to let my father see my tears.

Ouyang Sihai didn't know how many tears Wang Ping shed at that time. He only knew that after reading the essay, which was two pages long and contained more than a thousand words, his tears had wet his cotton handkerchief.

"This brat! How come he suddenly got the hang of writing?" Teacher Ouyang wiped his red eyes.

When he looked up, he saw He Tiantian standing in front of his desk with an awkward expression.

I don't know when he came.

Could it be that this damn girl has been standing there, watching me cry for half a day?