Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang obviously haven't given out the money from Longzhou, so the money in the house is exactly 1,912 taels, and there is even a handful of copper coins scattered on the edge of the silver pile. Nineteen pennies were also taken out for play.

Man Bao happily counted the silver ingots twice, but it wasn't that many, only one hundred and ninety-one.

Manbao is happy to count, but twice the money is enough.

She just woke up and didn't want to go back to sleep. She looked left and right and saw the account book that was thrown aside. She crawled over and picked it up with her hands and feet.

Man Bao vaguely realized a truth. If grain is sold as grain alone, it is very unprofitable, but if it is sold as seed, it can be four times more than grain alone, or even more.

She thinks that in the future, their small farms, and even their families, can choose more plants that are particularly robust, with particularly long ears, and those that are particularly plump to use as seeds.

Even if you can't sell grain as seeds in large batches in the future, you can still make a lot of money, at least it will be more profitable than simply selling grain.

Man Bao thought happily while flipping through the account book.

Then she turned over and she felt that something was wrong.

Man Bao turned to the front and glanced at the total amount of money in the bucket, and then turned to the last to look at the total amount of money in the weighing.

Man Bao was stunned, he simply turned to the first page and began to count how many bags of wheat he had measured, and then went to count the number of bags that were weighed.

Then I found that the amount of wheat in the bucket was one more bag than the weight.

It wasn't until now that Man Bao realized later that they seemed to be making a fool of Master Bai.

Man Bao calculated the difference between the money, and was stunned, and then the heartache was unbearable.

Not to mention that the weight of the bucket is one more bag than the weight, it is the same, and the wheat in each bag is slightly different, but it does not change that much.

It was 9,205 cents short!

Holding the account book, Man Bao rushed to the next door to find Bai Shanbao.

Bai Shanbao just woke up and was drinking water. When he saw Man Bao, he pouted and said, "Why did you come? You said it was the second half, but we didn't come after waiting for you for so long."

Man Bao shoved the account book directly in front of him and said with wide eyes, "Look!"

"What's wrong?" Bai Shanbao took the account book.

Bai Erlang also hurriedly threw the toy and rushed up, and asked excitedly, "Is the calculation wrong?"

"It's impossible to be wrong," Bai Shanbao said first, "Man Bao and I calculated separately. Since our numbers are the same, there can't be any mistakes. Besides, Mr. is right. I've also seen your account. Yes, we are the same."

Bai Erlang calmed down, "Then what do you want us to see?"

Man Bao told the two of her findings, and asked with a look of surprise, "How can there be so much difference?"

However, Bai Shanbao remembered what Mr. Tang said when his cousin said that half of the bucket should be weighed and half of the weight should be weighed. He pondered, "Sir said, this is our first assignment."

Bai Shanbao raised his head and looked at Man Bao, and then it took the boss's efforts to find a measuring bucket from the Zheng family.

Zheng Shi was about to die of grief.

When the mother-in-law was not at home, she could not control her son at all.

Yesterday, a batch of wheat was suddenly brought in from the house, which startled her, but today she didn't recover, and the three children exchanged the wheat for money.

Now that she is clamoring to find Liangdou, where is she going to find Liangdou for them?

As a result, the housekeeper did not know where to find one for them.

Bai Shanbao asked the steward seriously, "Is it an official system?"

"Don't worry, young master, they are all made by craftsmen appointed by the county government, and they are made according to the imperial court's measure."

The three children ran back to the front yard.

There was still some wheat in a room in the front yard. It was the leftover wheat that was exchanged with the villagers. Not much, there were only nine bags left.

With the help of Daji, they untied a bag, and Bai Shanbao put the measuring bucket into it to pocket the wheat. Because he was weak, he only filled half of it.

Daji didn't help either, he stepped aside and folded his arms to watch.

Bai Erlang helped Bai Shanbao to move the measuring bucket containing the wheat to the ground. Man Bao didn't know where to find a blue and white plate, and immediately filled the plate with wheat and poured it into the measuring bucket.

When Daji saw the blue-and-white plate, he couldn't help but move a bit. In the end, he didn't speak. He just turned his head to the side, out of sight.

The three of them worked together to fill the measuring bucket with the wheat in the bag with a plate. It was just flat, and Bai Erlang was about to pull the bag he brought and put it on.

Bai Shanbao thought about it for a while, but stopped him, then took a plate and put a plate of wheat on it and put a little more on it, and didn't give up until he came up sharply.

However, Man Bao looked thoughtful, reached out his hand and shook the measuring bucket, Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang only tried to stop her with "hey", lest she threw the wheat on the ground. It collapsed, and after a while it was level with the measuring bucket again, and even with the naked eye, it sank slightly.

Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang were both stunned, they couldn't help but glanced at the bottom of the measuring bucket first, "Did it leak?"

However, Man Bao finally found a similar scene in his memory and shouted, "It's not that I missed it, yes, yes..."

Man Bao thought hard and said: "It must be that the inside is not strong. Every year when my family harvests wheat and millet, my brothers have to shake it vigorously, then lift it up and smash it down, so it is quite full. The sack is very empty at once, and then it can be filled with wheat and millet."

Both boys were stunned, which was obviously beyond their knowledge.

However, Bai Shanbao quickly regained his senses, and used a plate to put the wheat in the measuring bucket, while Bai Erlang and Man Bao were in charge of shaking it. After a while, the pointed measuring bucket would no longer collapse, and then they put the wheat in the measuring bucket. The wheat is poured into bags and weighed.

Of course, a child can't lift up to twelve pounds or even with one hand, so Man Bao found a stick and lifted the bag and the scale together with Bai Erlang, while Bai Shanbao was in charge of moving the scale.

The three children had learned how to use scales when they were harvesting wheat before.

Bai Erlang was speechless, and said uncertainly, "Is it twelve pounds and eight taels?"

Bai Shanbao nodded heavily.

Bai Erlang was stunned, "Didn't you say that a bucket is twelve pounds? Even if there are ups and downs, the ups and downs are too cruel."

Man Bao sighed, "It's also my fault that we didn't write it clearly in the document. If it was written that it must be weighed, it would be fine not to use a measuring bucket."

Bai Erlang was stunned, "So my father took advantage of me?"

Bai Shanbao said: "This is the homework assigned to us by the master. Do we have to rewrite a document that will not be taken advantage of by the cousin?"