Farmer’s Blessed Girl

A foreman was driving an ox cart. Wu Lang sat in the car and pulled money from his basket. He picked one from a bunch of vegetable baskets that looked okay. He put the rotten leaves in the other baskets and counted them. Twenty pennies were put in the basket.

A very large basket, filled with twenty coins.

After thinking about it, I felt that this was not good, and it was easy to cause misunderstandings in the public, so I searched in the car, found a thin bag with rice noodles, patted it a little, and transferred the copper coins into it after it was clean.

The three foremen watched silently and couldn't help asking, "Brother Friday, did you make money this time?"

Friday Lang said: "I don't know yet."

He sighed, "You haven't figured out the money for your food and drink."

Oh, yes, they have eaten for six days.

The three foremen glanced at the piles of money in the basket and felt much more comfortable.

I don't know how much these three hundred people have eaten in the past six days.

Friday Lang gave the money to the stone field, and after the two parties settled the settlement, he happily drove the ox cart home.

Old Zhoutou and Qian Shi were not at home, they both went to watch the work field.

This year, Manbao has three fields to be ploughed in spring, and one of them is still a little far away, so the old Zhoutou and Qian who wanted to go back to Qili Village after Bai Erlang's wedding stayed.

They decided to go back when the spring ploughing was over.

His wife was in the workshop with her fourth sister-in-law, so there was no one at home.

Friday Lang asked the concierge to help him move the bags of money into his house, and then he went to the study to find out Zhou Lizhong's usual abacus, and then took a pen and paper to count the money he earned bit by bit.

In the past few days, how much meat he bought, how much vegetables he bought, how much grain he consumed, and things like oil and salt, he recorded them all in his notebook.

The food is taken from home, but the cost cannot be counted. He has calculated it according to the market price.

In the past six days, they have eaten a total of 14,868 pennies.

Friday Lang scratched his face, "So how much is left?"

Wu Wulang looked at the money in the basket, and simply calculated the fourteen coins. After thinking about it, he simply took another one and put it down together.

After letting it go, I felt bad again. Lijun said that the most taboo thing about managing accounts is that it is almost enough, because a penny is also money.

So Friday Lang took out the dangling money again, and began to count how much money he should take out of it.

One thousand minus eight hundred and sixty-eight, that is to take one hundred first, one hundred and then minus sixty-eight, that is thirty-two...

Friday Lang counted out one hundred and thirty-two coins to string together, and put them in the basket together. Then he looked at the copper coins in the basket and smiled.

This is the money he earned in the past six days.

As for how much, he doesn't know yet. So Friday Lang decided to count.

The strings of copper coins that have not been dismantled are put aside, and one thousand is a thousand. If the rope is loose, it is dismantled. How can he remember how many copper coins he has dismantled?

It can only be counted one by one, if it is not enough to fill in a thousand, re-tie it and put it aside.

It was okay for Wu Lang to count. In order not to make a mistake, he deliberately counted ten copper coins. When he counted 100, he put one next to him. After the ten coins were placed, it was 1,000.

So the ten coins went from left to right, then from right to left...

The sun is getting westward...

First, Mrs. Fang and the others came back and found that there was no one at home, so they said, "Oh, my sister-in-law didn't come back, so I asked someone to go to the restaurant, and let Shiro and Goro bring some food back to eat."

Then, as soon as the words fell, Lao Zhou came back with his family.

Fang Shi and the others were curious and could not help but ask, "Father, why are you all back?"

Don't you live in the village over there in Pu Village?

Old Zhoutou said sullenly: "There is no water, so we are in a hurry to watch there."

Zhou Dalang said: "This is not as good as our Qili Village. Although the land here is flat and our Qili Village has many mountains, we also have a lot of water. If there is no water in the spring, it can be irrigated by opening the water from the river, but not here. Rain, even the river is dry."

Old Zhoutou felt that this would not work, "If it doesn't rain again, I'll just go home and forget it."

Zhou Dalang was also afraid that he would be in a hurry here, and it would be bad if he was in a hurry. "Father, I will ask Master Bai to go and see when he will go back. You and your mother will go back with them."

Old Zhou nodded.

After Bai Erlang got married, the couple went back with the caravan. After all, the land at home had to be planted, so they rushed back to plant rice seeds.

Old Zhoutou didn't expect that the drought would be so severe in the spring this year, and he didn't know what was going on on the other side of the house.

After speaking, Lao Zhoutou looked around and asked, "Where's the fifth one, why hasn't he come back yet? Didn't Lizhong and Lijun say that he could finish the job in half a day today?"

Zhou Lizhong (big head) said, "Didn't the concierge just say that the fifth uncle is back?"

"I didn't cook when I came back, and I didn't say I went to the restaurant to get food. This is a habit of being a master, and I don't even know how to cook?"

Lu Shi immediately said, "I'll go take a look."

She went back to the house to find it.

Friday Lang was concentrating on counting the money and didn't hear anything at all.

Mr. Lu pushed open the door and came in and shouted. He was startled, and the number in his hand was messed up. He saw half of the copper coins that had been allocated, but he couldn't remember how many he had just counted for a long time.

He glanced at the copper coins at his feet, and there were six coins on the side that he had already counted, but this mess meant that the six hundred he had counted in front of him were all in vain, and he had to count them again.

Friday Lang was depressed, "What are you shouting, you almost scared me to death, now it's alright, I forgot the number in my hand, I have to count it again."

Although he likes counting money very much, but no matter how he likes it, he doesn't like repeated counting.

Lu looked at the two piles of money on the ground in surprise and asked, "Where did you get so much money?"

Friday Lang said: "I earned it!"

Zhou Lijun and Zhou Lizhong also came over. After listening to him talking about why he was sitting on the ground and counting money, he was speechless for a long time.

Zhou Lijun took the abacus from the ground and asked, "So what's the use of taking this thing?"

Friday Lang said: "Count the money for vegetables."

Zhou Lijun took the numbers he remembered in a mess, and sat at the table planning to make a plate, "I'll do the math for you, come, report the numbers, how much would you give the three foremen extra?"

He was not very good at arithmetic, but his memory was good.

I remember each stroke very clearly. Of course, he only counts it as an individual, and the total number is unknown.

Zhou Lijun dialed the abacus, and after a while he said: "A total of 126,128 went there, Uncle Fifth, not counting your own wages for the past six days, you have earned a total of 73,000. Eight hundred and seventy-two."

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