Farmer’s Blessed Girl

"Mr.'s requirements are too high, otherwise you said that you didn't write well?"

"If I know, I'll fix it right away. Can I still come here? I'm here because I don't know. I'll change it when I find something bad."

But Manbao obviously couldn't convince Bai Shanbao. The more the two children talked, the more angry they became, and they started arguing in front of a group of adults. In the end, Bai Shanbao said angrily, "Then return the part I wrote, I won't write it with you. already."

"I'll pay it back, I don't want to write it with you yet." Man Bao pulled over the cloth satchel hanging on his chest. This is what He's made with the accumulated scraps according to what she said. This one is much bigger. It can hold a lot of things, which is more convenient than a small bookcase.

Man Bao opened the satchel, took out a thick stack of paper from the inside, unfolded it very simply, and found the papers that Bai Shanbao had written.

But this article was written together by them. Sometimes Man Bao read it and Bai Shanbao wrote it. When he got tired of writing, he would change to Bai Shanbao to think and read to Man Bao.

Therefore, what the two wrote, one piece and one piece, can barely be regarded as an article together, but they are nothing if they are separated.

But Man Bao and Bai Shanbao obviously didn't care at all, and it wasn't the first time they quarreled like this. The two of them skillfully put all the manuscript papers on the ground, and then you took me one by one, and there were several sheets of paper. There are two common handwriting on it.

Either Man Bao was tired of writing and Bai Shanbao took over, or Bai Shanbao was tired of writing and Man Bao took over. The two of them were also very straightforward. You got one and I got one. When it was the last one, Man Bao's chubby hand pressed the paper first.

Bai Shanbao exclaimed, "The last time you quarreled was the one you took. This time it's my turn."

Man Bao said: "I wrote the most on this. You only wrote three lines of words. I should have taken it."

Seeing that the two children were about to fight over a piece of paper, Magistrate Fu couldn't help but say, "Show me."

The two children looked up together and were surprised to find that, ah, the county magistrate is here.

Magistrate Fu:  …

The crowd held back their laughter.

Then Man Bao and Bai Shanbao reorganized the manuscripts. After arguing a few times and dividing the manuscripts a few times, they learned to be good. They wrote the numbers at the bottom of the manuscripts, so that they didn't need to read, and they could just count the pages by the number of pages. They are sorted.

Bai Shanbao showed the finished manuscript to the magistrate Fu, and looked at him eagerly, "Magistrate, did we write well?"

How good are the articles written by children who have just started reading for two years?

The whole article is full of childish language, extremely straightforward, and there is no aesthetic sense of prose, but it has content.

In fact, this is an article suggesting that the county government provide enough hot water for Lao Ding to serve. The article first said how hard it was for Lao Ding to serve. Of course, there were no gorgeous rhetoric. The words were straightforward and childish. Words, write bluntly: "They are so pitiful."

Magistrate Fu:  …

But this is not the only language in the text. The main thing is that it gives detailed examples to show how pitiful these Laudins are.

How many people are in the family, what is the family background, because they have to serve in the military, how is the family, what to eat every morning, how much to eat, the food and amount of each lunch and evening are also listed one by one, and the food provided by the county government at noon and evening is also listed. Obviously, this is not an article written out of thin air, but after investigation and evidence collection.

Looking at this childish language, it is obvious that I feel the same way.

The county magistrate Fu was tested. Of course, he knew what the main points of writing a good article were. It can be said that this article has all the main points except the lack of literary talent.

And if this article is written by two children under the age of seven, that last shortcoming is not important.

Surprise flashed in Fu County Magistrate's eyes. He looked down at the two children in front of him and glanced at the article again. He folded it and put it away, and asked, "Can this article be given to me?"

Man Bao asked, "Your Majesty, do you think we wrote well?"

Magistrate Fu stroked his beard and praised: "It's well written."

Man Bao was happy, but he was also a little regretful, "When does the county government prepare meals for Laoding, how much can each person eat, is it prepared with breakfast, can you eat enough? I have the data, county magistrate. Sir, do you want it?"

Magistrate Fu opened his mouth wide. When did he say that he would prepare meals for them?

Taking a look at the manuscript in his hand, he understood, he coughed lightly, he clearly expressed that the article was well written, but did not say...

Well, the other party is still a child, the question asked is ambiguous, and his answer is ambiguous.

The article is well written, but it is impossible for him to prepare enough hot water meals for Lao Ding, because the county government does not have this budget.

There are precedents for spending on military service now. If he invests more, where will the money come from?

But facing the twinkling eyes, Magistrate Fu didn't know what to say after realizing that he had coughed.

The county magistrate smiled and said, "Little girl, didn't you just say that the Zhou family's stall belongs to your family?"

Man Bao nodded, "Yes."

"If the county government provides the Laoding with hot meals and hot dishes, won't you be able to sell the things in your house?"

Man Bao sighed, "Yes."

"Then do you still want the county government to provide Laoding with hot meals and hot dishes?"

"Of course," Man Bao said, "although it's a pity, but it's a good thing, just like I like eating fish so much, I used to look forward to the river dam breaking every day, so that we can go down to the river to catch fish and eat it every day. But my father said that if the dam is not repaired, it will rain heavily in the summer next year, and the river may flood all our crops, maybe even me, so although it is a pity, we should build the dam.”

Magistrate Fu and everyone:  …

In a short period of time, they heard them talk about the broken river dam more than once.

The county magistrate looked at Bai Shanbao and asked, "Does Xiao Lang think so too?"

Bai Shanbao said: "Yes, it's just to make money. You can't sell food to make money, you can sell other things to make money."

In the summer, the two children would go out after school. Mr. Zhuang wanted to set up a small stove for them, but he couldn't recruit anyone. Later, he noticed it and found that the two children were braving the sun to pull up the Centella asiatica. It was only after I asked that they were planning to dry it and sell it to Ji Shitang. Man Bao asked shopkeeper Zheng that there was not enough Centella asiatica, so he had to buy some more.

At that time, Mr. Zhuang told them stories of blunt knives chopping down trees and sharp knives chopping down trees. He told the two children that sharpening knives is not the same as chopping firewood, and they are just like sharpening knives. They want to earn enough money in the future. , Now we should still focus on reading, because after reading a book, money will come naturally.

In addition to the knowledge that Keke imparted to Man Bao, Man Bao also told Bai Shanbao, so after solemn discussion, the two children felt that there are many ways to make money in the world, and they don't have to worry.

So at this time, the two children can confidently say to the county magistrate Fu and the county magistrate: "There are so many ways to make money in the world, and not all Lao Ding can buy food to eat, those who don't can only drink cold water, Eating cold biscuits is pathetic."

Lauding: Yes, we are poor, please feed