Farmer’s Blessed Girl

The old Zhou family had the habit of keeping records, but generally they only remembered looking at the best piece of land and the worst piece of land.

The reason why their family remembers this is because of Qian Shi.

According to Zhou Dalang whispered to them, when he was young, his parents would quarrel every year during spring planting and autumn harvest.

The reason for the noise during spring planting is because the Qian Shi disliked Lao Zhou's laziness and asked him to smash the large mud blocks in the ground to make them more finely-tuned, but he would never listen;

The reason for the noise during the autumn harvest was because the family had more people and less land, and the grain harvested by Qian's family was not enough to feed the family for a year, so he turned to the account of the spring planting.

At that time, Zhou Dalang and the others were young, but they didn't divide the land, but half the children ate the poor old man, especially when he was eleven or twelve years old, a son ate more than the old Zhoutou, not to mention that he had so many sons. .

Qian Shi was about to die of grief.

So Qian Shi learned to keep accounts and compare them without a teacher. Using symbols that both she and Lao Zhoutou could understand, she wrote down how many seeds were sown in which field during spring planting, how much fertilizer was used, and how much water was irrigated. Where is the location, how much is the harvest at the autumn harvest.

The paper is yellow paper commonly used for sweeping graves, and the pen is made of black charcoal under the stove. All kinds of strange symbols, a circle and a wavy line are on it. Anyway, Manbao looks at it like reading a book from heaven.

But the old Zhoutou and the Qian family could know what was written on it.

A few years ago, when Man Bao had tossed around in order to change wheat seeds, he turned it over. Then Qian turned over the yellow paper and dictated, and Man Bao re-recorded the data.

Up to now, the old Zhou family has also kept the yield of the best and worst plots each time they harvest, but now they describe Manbao, using words that everyone knows.

Not only did Manbao memorize their own things, but they also memorized the numbers in their own farms, and they all memorized them.

Record by block, then count the total, and calculate the average yield per mu.

Of course, the average yield per mu is still calculated for them by Mr. Zhuang's friendship. There is no way. Although Man Bao and Bai Shanbao think they are smart, the data they calculated are different for the 20 mu per mu.

Neither of the two who boasted that they had learned to calculate the average yield per mu could not convince the other, so the lawsuit came to Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang did the math for them, um, coincidentally, neither of the two children was right, so there was no fight.

However, Mr. Zhuang was stunned.

Although he is not familiar with farming, he also knows that the yield is very high.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at the arithmetic on the paper, then glanced at the two children who were still looking down at their mistakes, and asked, "Where's your wheat? Are you selling it?"

"Not yet," Bai Shanbao finally found his fault, and said casually while doing mental calculations: "I asked Bai Zhuangtou to ask the grain store, they are indeed profiteers, and it is clear that the grain store is very expensive. Our price is very low, so I decided to wait for the uncle Wu of Bai Er to come."

Man Bao nodded in agreement, "If that Uncle Wu's price is also low, why don't you give the food to my second brother and let him sell it at the market."

Bai Shanbao snorted and asked, "Can we sell food on the street?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't sell it..."

Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly: "It's okay to have less, the county yamen won't check a few bags of grain, but you have to sell the twenty mu of wheat, so you have to get the yamen's documents. ."

Man Bao rolled his eyes and said, "How many bags do you sell a day?"

Mr. Zhuang: "It's the same person..."

"It's not the same person," Man Bao said happily, "I have six brothers, as well as nephews and nieces, and the three of us. It's enough to sell a few bags per person."

Mr. Zhuang couldn't find anything to refute for a while, but he didn't seem to be saying this...

Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly, and finally remembered his purpose, he reluctantly told the two children, "Don't sell the wheat for now, wait a moment, by the way, have you stored the wheat, it has been raining a lot recently. , and big, don't let it get wet."

"Don't worry, sir, it won't get wet," Bai Shanbao said. "Right now, all the wheat is piled up in my house. My house has only been built for a few years. How could it leak?"

Bai Shanbao said here and said to Man Bao, "We don't have a warehouse, so we have to pay my warehouse fee."

Man Bao said: "You are so stingy!"

"It's official business."

"Okay, how much do you want to pay?"

Where does Bai Shanbao know about the market? After thinking for a while, he said, "Let's talk about it when I ask Bai Zhuangtou to go to the county seat to ask about the market price."

"Can the rent in the village be the same as the rent in the county?" Man Bao argued for their interests, "and your house is a waste, it's a waste to rent it to us, so you have to set a lower price. Some."

"Then how much did you say?"

"Just one-tenth of the county seat."

Bai Shanbao didn't want to make a lot of money from it, but wanted to proudly tell his grandmother and mother that he didn't take advantage of the family, and they all paid for the use of the house, so he nodded without thinking, "Okay."

Mr. Zhuang saw that the two children you came to and I completed another business, so he put away the paper on the table, and said, "If you have time in the past two days, go to the county town to buy a pair of fortune tellers, and I will start teaching them. You have used it."

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao opened their mouths together, thinking of watching Mr. Zhuang teach other senior brothers to use arithmetic in the school, and feeling a little worried, "Sir, we are still young, should we learn arithmetic?"

"It's not too young, not to mention that learning is not based on age, but on ability and need. Now you need to learn to calculate, and you have the ability to learn, why not learn?"

Bai Shanbao slumped his shoulders, "Okay, I'll tell Bai Er when I go back."

One more class was added, not too happy.

Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Bai Er is not in a hurry to learn the math, you two learn first."

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao:  …

The two walked out in dejection, Man Bao took time to glance at the money box in the system, and asked, "How much does one raise?"

"I don't know." Bai Shanbao didn't worry about this kind of thing at all. What he was worried about was, "If we have to learn math again, will we have more homework? Can we go out to play in the future?"

Since they wanted to play on the farm, they seldom went out to play. In the spring flood this year, they didn't even touch the fish. No, they didn't even get close to the river. The spring flood just passed.

Man Bao stopped, "Forgot to ask Mr. when we are on vacation. Since we have to go to the city to buy a bargain, then it is considered a vacation, right?"

The two looked at each other, turned around and ran back to the small courtyard.

Since the wheat has been harvested and the last batch of rice seedlings have been planted into the fields, Mr. Zhuang should not make up for the missed courses due to the busy spring. They will not be on vacation for a long time to come.

The computer screen is flickering, I'm afraid it will break