Farmer’s Blessed Girl

When Manbao said goodbye to everyone with a small bookcase on his back, and ran away, Uncle Qian took his eyes back and asked Old Zhoutou, "What happened to the farm that Shiro said just now?"

"Oh, Man Bao and her two classmates made it happen that our family gave them 20 acres of land and a mountain for them to manage." Old Zhou Fung paused and said, "The young master of Bai's family brought out 100 acres of land. land."

Uncle Qian: "Then the matter of selling wheat seeds this time was also decided by Manbao?"

Old Zhou nodded and didn't tell Uncle Qian that the three children had collected all the wheat in the village.

Uncle Qian couldn't help but sigh, "This child really looks like her father."

Man Bao's nominal father:  …

Qian Sanjiu said, "It's much more powerful than her father. At this time, her father is most likely to go up trees and fish for eggs, and go down rivers to fish for fish. How could he get such a big business?"

Man Bao's life experience is not a secret in Qili Village, nor is it a secret in the Qian family.

Can they not know if their aunt is pregnant or not?

However, no one in Qianjia Village knew about it. After all, Zhou Yin came back suddenly and the time was short, and the Qian family hadn't had time to publicize it.

Today, not only the old Zhou family and the Qian family's minds are floating, but the three children are fidgeting like a needle stick under their buttocks.

Sitting in front of the desk, I couldn't help but look out.

Mr. Zhuang sat on the side with the book and read it with relish, as if he didn't notice the distraction of the three children.

The three of them glanced at Mr. Zhuang, and then at Mr. Zhuang, and when they saw that he still didn't move, they couldn't help but pouted.

When Man Bao looked down, he saw some deformed words, and his mood was even worse.

She threw the blurred words aside, and grumbled for a while, before she picked up the pen and continued to practice calligraphy.

After writing several times, it was not satisfactory, but her heart gradually calmed down, and she no longer always thought about wheat seeds.

As soon as his heart calmed down, the expression on his face also calmed down, his eyes became brighter, the movements on his hands became more steady, and his words gradually improved.

Bai Shanbao, who was beside her, was more impetuous than her, and calmed down after a long time. In comparison, Bai Erlang seemed much more normal.

He has always been a little restless, and today is no exception, but after discovering that his husband ignored them as usual, apparently because he was not good at writing, he did not give morning classes or the door, so he entered the meditation at the same speed as before. , write slowly.

After a while, Mr. Zhuang put down the book, and looked at the three children who were already immersed in writing and nodded.

Yes, yes, Mr. Zhuang picked up the book again with satisfaction.

After the three children have completed today's calligraphy task, Mr. Zhuang said: "You should read the morning class, I will check your recitation in a while, and there will be no new class today. After the morning class, bring paper, pen and abacus with you. Go to Bai Zhai, and you will try to do this business with abacus today."

The three of them got up together, so they sat down and took out the textbook.

A text should not only be previewed before Mr. Zhuang's lecture, but also read and understood repeatedly during class. There are also related homework after class, which must be reviewed.

So basically, after the class is over, Bai Shanbao and Manbao can basically memorize the text. Usually, after eating dinner, they can read it a few times by themselves.

Bai Shanbao also takes care of reading a lot of extracurricular reading materials, and occasionally even sneaks a look at the words book he bought from the county town;

Man Bao, on the other hand, had to go to the teaching room to study medical skills before going to bed, so he had a full schedule.

But reciting is not difficult for them.

Mr. Zhuang also knew this, so he just listened to them recite it once every time and let it go. In comparison, Bai Erlang was miserable.

Not only did he have to recite, but Mr. Zhuang occasionally interrupted him to draw some interpretations, and then continued to recite when he answered.

This was a great torture for Bai Erlang.

Because of a book, you will be interrupted when you carry it on your back. It is very difficult to carry it down again! ! !

But since the opening of the small class, this kind of thing happens from time to time, and Bai Erlang is used to it.

Although his heart would still be raised every time he was called to stand up, he was not as scared as he was at the beginning.

If you can't answer it, you can't answer it. If you can't carry it, you can't carry it. If it's a big deal, you will cry secretly twice.

Bai Shanbao and Man Bao both expressed sympathy for him, so they helped him make up lessons after class, and they also provided a lot of good ways to memorize quickly.

Of course, this was done by Man Bao, because Bai Shanbao said, "After reading it a few more times, I will memorize it."

Although Man Bao also thinks so, but she has Keke there, and a lot of such information is found in the encyclopedia. Obviously, Bai Erlang is not the only one who is so troubled.

So Man Bao was very considerate and spent a few points to borrow it, and then copied it down with a pen.

She thinks that these contents are very easy to understand, and there is no need to buy the whole book for this. It is very expensive for ten points.

Bai Shanbao had also seen the various methods of quick memorization that Manbao had copied down, and thus figured out several similar or new methods.

The three of them tested it together for three months and found that it really worked.

I don't know if Bai Erlang is useful to the two of them, anyway, they think they carry things a little faster.

Although only a little faster.

After the random inspection (not) of Erlang Bai, Mr. Zhuang waved his hand generously and said, "Take your abacus and let's go."

The three of them gave a low cheer, put the textbooks and ink, paper and inkstone into the small bookcase and left.

When the group arrived at the White House, Master Bai had already arrived ahead of schedule, and the head of Bai Zhuang was also there. He was bringing two long-term workers and the servants of the Bai family to move the wheat out of the house.

Master Bai asked the three children, "Do you directly weigh the jins, or do you open the grain bags and use the buckets?"

The three said in unison, "We listen to you."

Master Bai smiled and said: "If I do this business with others, I will naturally use the measure, but with you, okay, I'll be generous today, half weighs half the measure, it's much more convenient."

The three children don't understand how convenient it is?

Bai Erlang was even more confused, "Father, didn't you say that it would be troublesome to use the measure last night, and promised us to use the weight?"

Master Bai smiled and said, "Really, why don't I remember, is it written in the document?"

When the three children stayed there, it was not written in the paperwork, but wasn't that how they discussed it last night?

The three of them are confused, can they still remember it wrong together?

Mr. Zhuang glanced at them and said, "This is your first assignment today. You have written a pound of twelve and a half cents on your paperwork, and you have also remarked that a bucket is one hundred and fifty cents. Do you want to measure it, or weigh it?"

The three children scratched their heads and asked inexplicably, "Is this any different?"