"Teaching someone to fish is better than giving them fish. Isn't the administrative teacher almost making smoke come from the iron pen? Let's ask her if she can do the wax paper work."
Inside No. 88 Courtyard, Lin Nianhe suggested.
"Sure, I'll ask her tomorrow." Wang Shumei inquired, "How should we pay her?"
"One cent per sheet?" Lin Nianhe tentatively asked, "Haimei copies manuscripts, ten thousand words for only five cents. After all, cutting wax paper is slower than writing, and there's higher demand."
"Close enough," Wang Shumei nodded, "Should Haimei do it?"
"I'll ask her, don't know if she knows how."
After saying this, Lin Nianhe buried her head in sorting out her class schedule.
She had asked a chemistry department teacher for the schedule today and was studying the course arrangement.
Over there, Sister Lan was digging the ground.
She wanted to start a vegetable garden, plant some vegetables.
