Farmer’s Blessed Girl

However, will Master Bai weigh it?

Of course not, he has to fight!

Man Bao, who was still immersed in excitement, hadn't noticed the problem yet, and was still happily greeting her brothers to bring out the chairs, stools and tables, and she would have to settle the account in a while.

Of course, with two friends.

Old Zhoutou, Uncle Qian and the others understood as soon as they heard it, but they didn't feel much regret, because Manbao said at the beginning that it was 150 wen a dou.

They didn't know that what Man Bao and Mr. Bai were talking about before was weighing jins. If they knew, they would be very uncomfortable.

As two old men who have to pay taxes to the imperial court every year, although they are illiterate and not good at arithmetic, they know the difference between a bucket and a weight.

According to Man Bao and Bai Shanbao, it is much easier to calculate the amount of buckets than to calculate the weight. Maybe it is because the number is small?

Anyway, no matter what, the two sat with the abacus and counted the numbers they reported, not to mention Qian Dalang and the others, even Zhou Dalang and others were taken aback for a while.

There was a thought in my heart, "Our family is full of treasures..."

Old Zhou Tou leaned over and looked at it for a while, but he didn't understand it, but he would see Mr. Zhuang's face, and when he saw his look of relief, he knew that his daughter was right.

He looked at Man Bao, and then turned to look at the accountant sitting on the other side. Old Zhoutou's tears almost fell.

Being an accountant, that's what her father thought back then.

Zhou Dalang didn't think about it that much, because his uncle who was younger than him wanted to do a lot since he was a child, not to mention changing it every day, anyway, there are always changes every other day, how does he remember so much?

However, he really wanted his son to be the accountant, so he pulled the big head forward and let them look at Manbao's abacus carefully, and whispered: "Look more, your little aunt will teach you, you can learn it well. A little later, when he grows up, he will be the accountant."

The old Zhou family did not have much wheat, even if the 28 bags of wheat picked by the rich family were not much.

What's more, the wheat picked by the Qian family was still packed in a smaller size sack, which made it even more difficult to measure.

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao quickly figured out the total, and Man Bao said, "The total is 182,880 pennies."

The cigarette rod in Old Zhoutou's hand almost flew out.

Mr. Bai just saw that the wheat seeds that the old Zhou family took out were all good. One bucket was poured, and another bucket was poured into the bag. Although it went in quickly, from the perspective of his many years of buying and selling grain, at least the grains were quite full. .

And he has carefully compared the new wheat seed with the wheat seed they are currently planting. He found that the new wheat seed is slightly rounder than the old wheat seed. can be seen.

And he has seen it a lot, and he has paid attention to it carefully. Basically, he will not admit his mistake if he passes it in front of him.

After confirming that the old Zhou family did not cheat, and all they gave were new wheat seeds of good quality, Master Bai smiled and nodded, and asked Man Bao, "How much silver should I give you?"

On the other hand, his accountant had already counted the money. Obviously, he was waiting for her answer. After the two parties confirmed that they were correct, they could sign the bill.

Man Bao smiled ingratiatingly at Mr. Zhuang, and then presented the abacus.

Lao Zhoutou stared at it for a while, and quietly asked Man Bao, "Why don't you do the math yourself?"

"Father, I haven't learned this yet."

Old Zhou nodded and said, "Then you study hard." He lowered his voice and said, "Learn all the skills of Mr. Zhuang. In the future, even if you can't be the accountant, you can still be the boss's wife."

Man Bao nodded in agreement, "Father, I'll let you be the boss then!"

Old Zhoutou: "...No, no need, let that be fair to you."

Man Bao was confused, "Who is my husband?"

Old Zhoutou: ...he regrets it a little, why did he bring up this topic?

As soon as the old Zhoutou turned around and saw Zhou Xi, he immediately called out, "Hey, come and take your sister." By the way, the troublesome problem was solved.

Mr. Zhuang has already figured it out, and smiled: "One hundred and fifty-two taels, and the remaining four hundred and forty."

The servant took the money, and Lao Zhoutou, Uncle Qian and the others had their eyes straightened. It was the first time they had seen so much money in their long life.

This is just one season of wheat, how can it make so much money?

Everyone swallowed, and when they came back to their senses, Man Bao had already sent Master Bai and the others out, and the servants of the Bai family moved all the food piled up in the yard to mule carts and ox carts and transported them back.

It was noon, when the sun was at its highest, Master Bai didn't want to stand under the sun for a moment, so he blocked the sun with one hand, and waved to Man Bao with one hand to say goodbye.

Occasionally, passing villagers saw it, but they just stood aside and watched curiously, and then asked the most familiar Man Bao, "What is your family doing?"

Man Bao said with a smile: "Selling wheat seeds."

"Oh," the villager asked, winking, "your mother promised to change?"

Man Bao smiled and didn't speak. Mother said, just smile when you don't want to answer questions.

The villagers thought they understood, and went home happily. The sun was so bright, so let's go back to eat and drink some water first, and then go out to chat when it's cooler in the evening.

Man Bao also said goodbye to Bai Shanbao, "I'll go home first, you and Bai Er go back and count the money, and I'll find you in the afternoon."

"Okay, let's go."

Man Bao happily ran home.

Old Zhoutou and the others were worrying about the money, and when they saw Man Bao coming in, they immediately waved, "Man Bao, come, we don't know how much each family has, and how to divide it."

Man Bao said: "I know!"

She found out those sacks that were not her own, and asked each family to claim their own sacks.

Uncle Qian pulled over twelve sacks and looked at Man Bao eagerly.

At that time, for the convenience of remembering, Lao Zhoutou and the others deliberately put the family's belongings in one place. Only after weighing the family's family, will Thursday Lang and the others carry the sack of the next family and go forward.

So Man Bao only glanced at the number of sacks, and knew which number belonged to by counting the numbers from the back.

The last one belonged to Uncle Qian's family. He brought seven bags in total. Manbao counted the last seven numbers, and just added the money at the end.

Man Bao said: "The third uncle's is 9,450 wen, the flower of silver, wait for me to calculate..."

She is not very good at removing such a large number, but she can first subtract 1,200 yuan, write one on the paper, then subtract 1,200 yuan, and then write one...

Until it can no longer be reduced by 1,200 wen, it is the remaining copper plate and the silver that has been exchanged.

Numerous, but accurate.

Man Bao said, "It's seven taels, and there's more than one thousand and fifty wen."

Uncle Qian felt something was wrong, "Nine thousand, isn't that nine hanging money? It should be nine taels."