"Now finishes class. Ladies and gentlemen. Good night."
In the extremely sad eyes of the classmates, Gu Yawei fucked his Oxford accent and sat out of the classroom with a textbook in his hand.
The calm rivers and lakes immediately set off storms and waves.
"He is definitely a weasel giving New Year greetings to the rooster." Zhu Shoubin stretched and yawned, exaggeratingly learning from Ah Q and shouting: "I~ want~ sleepy~ sleep."
Shen Zhou looked at his watch and stood up and announced: "Now that we release accurate statistics, Old Gu takes up 32 minutes and 18 seconds for each classmate for free today. Based on the average hourly income of Jintian County, this person is a corrupt official who is searching unscrupulously. Minzhimin anointing, the identification is complete. Good people, please be careful!"...
The classroom burst into laughter. While complaining, the classmates sorted their desks, and then fled away from the classroom. As the mid-term exam approaches, the review has reached a fever pitch in the past few days. After the continuous bombardment of self-test papers, teachers have robbed themselves of self-study classes one after another. Taking advantage of his class teacher, Gu Yawei took the lead in occupying the second and fourth nights for self-study, and frequently used his best-in-class procrastination. People who hate a lot of quacks steal cigarettes.
Qianmai is slowly tidying up textbooks and test papers. At this time, someone yelled inward at the door: "Hill wheat, someone is looking for it."
"Oh." Looking at the probe, it was Sun Hongmei who was leaning on the railing. He hurried over and asked: "Why did you come here?" The two dormitories were close together, and they were always at the dormitory joint.
Sun Hongmei lowered her head, gently stroked the ground with her feet, and said: "I'll come over and borrow some chemistry test papers from you. Your class teacher is really good, and they have been talking for so long after class.
Quack, don't you hear the people's resentment boiling inside. Q: "Which ones?"
"Here." Sun Hongmei handed out a stack of folded test papers and motioned to Qian Mai to read it for herself.
Under the dim corridor lights, Qianmai realized that Sun Hongmei's face was too pale. He took it and opened it and took a breath. Ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, a piece of red... Fork....
Although the chemistry teacher in the second grade (1) class has always been cruel and famous in order to hit the people's hearts, I heard that the correction of examination papers has never been checked. But such a mountain of red is really shocking. Busily said: "Wait a minute, I'll go in and get it. I'll go back to the dormitory next time to tell you about it."
Sun Hongmei remained silent until he finished walking the stairs. Anxiously, Qianmai racked his brains to find comfort: "Um... My chemistry teacher said that this time the questions are more difficult, and many of them have caught up with the Olympiad questions. He said... It doesn't matter if the last few questions are not done well. Yes, the senior high school entrance examination focuses more on basic knowledge and will not take this kind of difficult exams."
"Really?" Sun Hongmei asked dullly.
"Really real." Qianmai nodded like pounding garlic. God, forgive my white lies.
Sun Hongmei started to cry after hearing this: “I really don’t want to learn chemistry anymore. A lot of equations have changed and changed, making people confused. What potassium permanganate, sulfur dioxide, and sodium carbonate, ghosts know what they are. Things...especially the sulphur dioxide, everywhere, everywhere, wherever you have to stick a leg. This time I was deducted more than 20 points for it..."
Approaching the small woods, the black shadow of the tree rushed towards him, wrapping them tightly. In the distance, the lights in the dormitory were all on, and they spread like fireflies in the night. Under the cold moonlight, Qianmai could clearly see the wetness on Sun Hongmei's face. Said: "Sulfur dioxide is sulfur plus oxygen, provided that it is ignited."
"I know this. But God knows what's going on after lighting it up. If you can't see it or touch it, just add it."
Qianmai knows that in the current No. 1 Middle School, the teachers and equipment are far from reaching the level that every student can do experiments. Basically, teachers demonstrate some simple and obvious experiments. Those experiments that are difficult and not obvious can only rely on oral explanation and analysis. Therefore, some students will be confused.
"I really don't know the specific sulfur dioxide?" Qianmai whispered. The heartbeat is speeding up, and the brain cells are extremely excited. Is this an opportunity God has brought to your door? Sun Hongmei, you have to answer "Yes." Otherwise... Otherwise, your most trusted friend, I will use you.
It's a pity that Sun Hongmei didn't receive the radio waves from Qianmai, and she got into her trap stupidly: "I will ask you if I know it? You are going to talk about it."
Looking up at the deep blue sky, Qianmai's rare conscience was doing the final dying struggle, but after all, the evil gene took the upper hand. Maybe, I have never had the potential to be a good person. Then he bit his teeth, closed his eyes, and shouted loudly: "You pig brain, you don't even know what sulfur dioxide is. No wonder your dry powder factory has been half dead. The good sales market was robbed by the Su family. Eight."
Sun Hongmei was baffled by the sudden roar of Latent Wheat: "What's the matter with my fan factory?" Since his father retired from the village chief, he and his younger brother Sun Zhigang opened the fan factory. One is responsible for production at home, and the other is responsible for sales and wholesale. Although there is no big profit, but it is still passable, why does Latent Wheat say that
Once you start, it doesn't seem to be so difficult anymore. Qianmai satirizes, and as expected, if the bad guys do too much, they will do more and more smoothly.
"You should be very clear that a large part of the profit of dried flour comes from the cost of materials. There are few factories that use 100% rice. If 50% of the rice is mixed in the feed rice, then the owner of this factory is considered to be very conscientious. There is a drop. And the rice picked up in the water, mixed with some recycled shoddy flour, is not surprising. Right?"
Sun Hongmei's face suddenly became flushed, with a kind of embarrassment of being punctured by the truth, and pulled Qianmai's sleeves: "Where are you from? You are all digressing."
"The focus is on the back." Latent Wheat motioned her to continue listening with her eyes: "The dried flour made of poor-quality rice will be waxy yellow, right? That's ugly, it's clear at a glance, who will buy it. At this time, chemical knowledge is used. It’s the sulfur dioxide that you hate the most. It has a whitening effect at this time."
"Really? How do you put the gas in?" Sun Hongmei's head stretched out immediately, very surprised: "Didn't the teacher say that excessive amounts of this kind of gas will be very harmful?"
Qianmai rolled his eyes, and the chemistry of this guy was really messed up. Unable to laugh, he stood up to his heels and touched Sun Hongmei's hair, jokingly said: "It's a pity that such a beautiful head has a pig's brain." Sun Hongmei slapped the back of his hand.
"How did you put it in? Don't jeopardize your appetite." Sun Hongmei urged.
Latent Wheat didn’t hesitate anymore, and simply said it all at once: “Sulphur dioxide is processed to form solid sulphate. You can go to the east gate for a stroll. There are big buckets and buckets full of flowers in the market. Buy it back and go. The feed is soaked in the rice, and the result is a very bright and bright powder. The profit is doubled."
"Isn't it?" Sun Hongmei's eyes widened like copper bells: "How did they succeed? That must be very harmful, right?"
Qian Wheat pouted: "If your heart is not dark, how can you be the boss. For the money, those people have nothing to do. The dry flour is eaten by others, not by themselves. Others nausea, vomit, affect the nervous system and shut them off. Bird matter."
Sun Hongmei glanced at the latent wheat next to her, and said loudly: "I do not use 100% rice for the dried noodles in my family, but absolutely no sulfates are added."
"I know. You can tell from the color."
Suddenly, Sun Hongmei vigorously grabbed Qianmai's hand: "How do you know so detailed? Could it be... Could it be your relatives..."
Qianmai interrupted her immediately: "I didn't say anything, I just explained a problem to you. If you force this to my head, don't blame me for turning my face on my head, and I won't solve the problem for you in the future. "If her mother Qian Liqin knew, she wouldn't tear herself up yet. When the time comes, my father can't imagine what kind of trouble he will be.
"Yes, yes, I know." Sun Hongmei immediately compensated with a smile, and did not forget to fight the injustice: "That kind of person is really horrible. If you want to grab someone else's business, you can compete with cheap and beautiful things, but they are playing this kind of behavior. Three indiscriminate activities. Let people know, others will dig up his family's ancestral grave."
"There are gods three feet above their heads, and they will get retribution sooner or later. But I hope someone can stand up to expose the truth and give the people a safe edible powder. Whoever wants to do it, I will salute him sooner or later."
"Go to hell." Sun Hongmei smiled: "When people are immortal?"
"Where. I respect people as a Bodhisattva." Qianmai is half-truth, and it is also a faintly joking look: "You said, if someone can walk the way for the sky, then people in Nanjiang Township should respect him more."
The two of them talked and laughed and turned into the corridor of the bedroom, and stopped the topic at the same time. Qianmai's heart is far less relaxed and calm than her performance. Su Jiaru, blame you for providing me with a business opponent with official background for free. If Sun Hongmei's brain can't turn around, it's because your Su family ancestor has accumulated yin virtue. If Sun Hongmei is able to understand the minor details and fight against each other, then you will consider yourself unlucky. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)