Witch containment diary

The next day, after Zhang Su woke up, he first calculated the current situation of An An Hospital.

He still has 8.5 million yen in disposable funds, and Lian Wu has already earned 120 million yen through the stock market, which is more than ten times that of Zhang Su.

The property includes a small animal farm where 10 eggs can be collected every day, and Chiyo Fujikawa is responsible for taking care of it.

Ruizi stepped on the sewing machine and could produce more than 20 pieces of fabric every week. She stepped on it too fast, and her whole body became thinner. She looked completely different from the person she was before she was imprisoned, but her chest was still there.

The cost of containing fragments is 1 point each for teaching and production, 2 points per day. At present, up to 62 points have been accumulated. About 20 to 40 points can be used to build a special witch containment room or upgrade a facility.

The amount he has saved so far is pretty good. Even if Edith suddenly sends two dangerous witches in, Zhang Su will be able to contain them properly.

He checked the logistics situation. The new kitchen appliances purchased today and tomorrow will be delivered, which will greatly improve the quality of the food.

The food cold storage has also begun to be built. The construction team down the mountain has measured that it will take about a month to complete, and then a large amount of supplies can be stocked.

Now there is only a small refrigerator, which is really not enough. I can just put some meat and vegetables in it and it will be full.

He made a good plan and then went downstairs to say good morning to Lianwu.

Zhang Su felt that he was being disciplined by Lian Wu, but instead he went downstairs at a fixed time every day, because Lian Wu would be waiting at the door, and she would be anxious if he didn't go.

Good morning, Miss Lianwu. Zhang Su waved.

! Lian Wu gestured, indicating that she was about to have a surprise for Zhang Su.

She herself smiled slightly as she gestured.

Surprise? Gift? Then I have great expectations. Zhang Su was curious.

~ Lianwu walked away briskly, not wanting Zhang Su to deduce more details.

Miss Lianwu was about to give him a gift, and Zhang Su was looking forward to it in his heart.

His job this morning is to go to class.

Because of adequate nutrition, Shihua now has the strength to walk and does not need to rest in bed. He also came to class today. Although he cannot see, he can fumble around and take dictation in his notebook.

The early morning sunshine shone into the classroom, and Zhang Su was in a good mood as he looked at the eagerly awaited children in front of him.

His main job is teaching, and teaching also gives him a sense of accomplishment. Zhang Su's big wish is to teach Yuan Zhi and the others to be good children.

Today's text is Fanka. Let's read a paragraph each, Lian Yang, starting with you. Zhang Su wrote on the blackboard.

Because the books arrived, everyone got their own book, starting with a classic.

This method of reading a paragraph by one person is jokingly called driving a train in many places. It is suitable for children, especially to read to Shihua, because Shihua cannot see.

Fanka looked at the dark window, and the blurry shadow of the candle was reflected on the glass window... Lian Yang is our senior sister and has studied outside, so it is not difficult at all to read at this time.

...The weather is so nice, sunny, without a trace of wind, dry and cold... Yuanzhi read in a soft voice.

...The boss lady asked me to pick up a herring. I picked it up from the tail, and she picked up the herring and stabbed me in the face with the fish's mouth... Hayao read happily.

Zhang Su recalled that when he was in college or even graduate school, once the teachers were lazy, they would make students read continuously like this in class, especially in English class, which was actually a sign of irresponsibility.

On the side, Murohua wrote down the general content of the lesson in Braille on her booklet.

Because he is blind, Shihua takes notes by using a hard pen to make indentations on the paper from right to left.

When reading, she turns the entire paper over and feels for the bumps from left to right so that she can identify the content.

...That envelope was bought for one kopeck the night before. He thought about it, Dan Yidan ink... Natsuki was the youngest, illiterate, and couldn't understand the word dip.

Zhang Su taught Xia Xi the word dip.

He wrote it stroke by stroke and divided it into three parts: Caozitou, You and Jiao. Natsuki wrote crookedly on the paper several times and learned it!

Dip, dip, dip! Xia Xi read again.

Xia Xi, please make up a sentence. Zhang Su said, Dip means to dip something into a liquid, such as dipping it in water, dipping it in ink, etc.

Natsuki touched her head.

When the earth is dipped in sunlight, it turns golden! she said happily.

No, it has to be liquid. Zhang Su wanted to refute her in this way, but what Xia Xi described was so beautiful that he was reluctant to correct her.

The original intention of dipping is to be in contact with liquid, and sunlight is not a liquid. But what Natsuki said also works. This is a kind of 'metaphor'. Think of sunlight as running water. It is golden. Once the earth is soaked in sunlight, It has indeed turned golden. Zhang Su said softly.

Oooh!

Dip something...

So that's it... They all felt that they had learned a lot.

After everyone has read the text, Zhang Su will explain.

... In short... the story tells about poor Fanka who went from the countryside to the big city to work and was bullied, so he wrote to his grandfather, hoping to be taken back to the countryside. He concluded.

After finishing this text, the little witches asked another classic question.

Teacher, will Fanka's grandfather receive the letter? Yuan Zhi asked.

I'm afraid it will be difficult. You need to affix stamps to write letters and write down the address clearly, otherwise it will not be distributed. Zhang Su said.

Oh... Yuanzhi couldn't help crying after hearing this.

It would be great if Fanka had a mobile phone. Lian Yang said jokingly.

Haha, this is the cruel reality. Our experience is much worse than his. Be strong, little children. Saho disagreed.

We haven't been beaten yet this year. It's much better than before, and we still have delicious food to eat. Natsuki is more optimistic.

Because they grew up in a harsh environment, their minds are much tougher than those of their peers.

After hearing this story, I also wanted to write a letter, but unfortunately we don't know who our grandfather is. Lian Yang said.

After thinking about it carefully, they found that they had no one to write to, so they were a little worried about this.

But soon Yuanzhi suddenly thought of something.

By the way, Shihua and Shihua's mother are still here. She vaguely remembered.

Write a letter? To my mother? Shihua was pleasantly surprised.

Muroka's mother, Miyu Shinjo, is being imprisoned in the No. 1 Witch Prison in Neo-Tokyo.

The crime she committed was to leave her post without permission. She is a guardian path witch who has broken her position twice. She has guarded the gate of hell in Hokkaido for a long time and has the reputation of the wall of the North Sea.

Because she missed the young Muroka so much, she became mentally unstable and even secretly fled Hokkaido to see her daughter.

There happened to be a demon invasion at that time. Without the magical support of Shinjo Miyu, Hokkaido's defense projects were seriously damaged.

Shinjo Meiyu was also arrested and sentenced a few hundred meters away from her home, and was ultimately unable to see Komuro Hana.

Komuro Hana's father is an army officer in his prime. He was afraid that this incident would affect his promotion, so he quickly wrote a statement to sever the relationship to show his loyalty. This year he has climbed to the rank of colonel. Shi Hua, on the other hand, was thrown into the dilapidated An An Hospital due to lack of care.

Xincheng Meiyu will be released from prison in another five years, and then pick up Murohua from the shelter and reunite again.

No problem, Zhang Su nodded, Let's work together to write a letter to Shihua's mother. I'll take it to the town and send it to Mrs. Xincheng, so that she knows how well Shihua is doing! So many years have passed. , she must be worried.

Okay! They were all excited.

Just do it.

Zhang Su found a piece of letter paper, and they gathered it in a hurry, imitating Fanka's story and started writing a letter.

Each person writes a paragraph and then reads a paragraph to Shihua.

Shihua stood nearby, expectant and focused.

Dear Ms. Meiyu from Xincheng. The weather is getting warmer and spring has returned. I wonder how you are in health? This letter is specially written to inform you about the current situation of your wife, Shihua... Zhang Su wrote at the beginning.

We are good friends of Shihua, and we will definitely take good care of Shihua and let her grow up here peacefully... Yuanzhi wrote carefully one stroke after another.

The director helped me write it. I don't have enough literacy. Xia Xi wrote slowly. She really wished she had studied hard.

Your daughter Murohua is living a leisurely life here, sleeping in the hottest place, and doesn't even have to pay the heating bill. She is so lucky, don't worry. After writing, Saho shook his head and read.

Ah, idiot Hayao! Natsuki felt that Hayao was petty, Have you forgotten? Muroka is here to protect you...

Stop talking! Zaho was dissatisfied.

She didn't like people to mention this matter, as if she had made Shihua blind. This is what Hayao hates the most.

... Shihua was a little sad.

They all agreed not to mention it again.

I wish you good health, and please take good care of me. Ansinin Witch Asylum, friends of Muroka. Reio wrote the signature elegantly.

Will the director help us send it out? Can it be delivered this time? Yuanzhi said expectantly.

It will definitely be delivered. If it cannot be delivered, I will apologize to everyone and fight with the postal system. Zhang Su nodded vigorously.

How, how do you know if it has been delivered? Murohua asked weakly, If it is like Fanka, it was not delivered to grandpa...

She had forgotten what her mother looked like. Shihua really wanted to touch her mother's cheek again. Even though she couldn't see, she still wanted to outline her appearance with her fingertips.

There will be a reply. Lian Yang felt a little touched. She turned around and said, If the director delivers the letter, Shihua's mother will definitely write back. She will do it with all her strength...

Zhang Su folded the letter, put it in an envelope, stuffed it into his pocket, and strode out.

Looking at the teacher's back, the little witches' eyes were full of excitement, as if they had just thrown a drift bottle into the sea.