Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Bai Erlang stayed for a while, and Man Bao didn't mention it. He really didn't think about this issue.

Bai Erlang had new troubles, and immediately put the depression of not being able to go to Yizhou to the back of his mind.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come up with a good solution, so he could only ask the two friends worriedly, "What do you guys think?"

Bai Shanbao said, "If you just don't give it, will your mother still grab it?"

Anyway, as long as he insists, his mother can't do anything about him.

Seeing that Bai Erlang's face was so sad, Bai Shanbao thought about it seriously and said, "Go to your father and let him help you."

Man Bao also nodded, and then whispered, "I can't go to your grandmother."

Bai Shanbao nodded in agreement.

"If my mother and grandmother don't agree, my father will not help me." Bai Erlang expressed doubts about their idea.

"Listen to me, you may still have a 50% chance of going to Uncle Tang. If you go to Uncle, that's 10% of the hope is gone." Bai Shanbao thought about it and added, "If Uncle Tang doesn't Promise, you can say that Man Bao and I take all the money by ourselves, and we will have to pay for some of the big money that Zhuangzi will use in the future."

"Hey, didn't you say it's from your house?"

Man Bao: "You're so stupid, it's just an excuse, just believe it."

Bai Erlang nodded reluctantly, "Then, then I'll ask someone to help me carry the money back? Otherwise, I'll take half of it back first, and I'll take the other half after my father agrees."

Bai Erlang looked at Bai Shanbao and said, "Can you help me keep the other half of the money first?"

Bai Shanbao said there was no problem.

Man Bao also packed her own money home, but the money was too heavy. For the first time, she only put 20 of her money in the bag, and then she carried it and walked home.

The people of the old Zhou family were busy, and Man Bao went home with the basket on his back, and everyone didn't care for a while, until Man Bao carried the basket again and carried another one in his hand, and then Mrs. Qian asked, "Man Bao , what are you doing here?"

"I'll go to Shanbao's house to get something."

"Then I have to come back soon, I have already started cooking," Xiao Qian said with a smile, "Father asked me to kill the chicken and buy meat today."

Man Bao responded, and ran away with his feet as soon as he went out.

When she got to Bai's house, she returned Bai Shanbao's back basket and took her own to put silver ingots. She put twenty silver ingots in it, looked at the remaining nine, and hesitantly stuffed another one into it.

Bai Shanbao asked, "Can you finish it? Can't you run one more time?"

"My family is going to eat."

"Then let me take it for you." Bai Shanbao also took his own backpack to help, but Manbao gave him his own backpack, "This is heavy, you can carry this, I will carry yours."

Bai Shanbao thought that he was older than her and a boy, so he did not refuse.

Man Bao happily put the remaining eight silver ingots into the back basket, thought about it, and took out five more from him.

When the old Zhou family saw the two children carrying a basket to Manbao's room, they couldn't help but wonder, "What are they carrying?"

The big ones, who had the best time with Man Bao, immediately followed to watch. Friday Lang was squatting under the eaves waiting for dinner, and he followed suit.

On Saturday, Lang followed up early, and reached out to mention for Man Bao, "What's in the back basket?"

Everyone poured into Man Bao's room talking, Man Bao opened the cloth covering the bamboo basket, and the voice of "Dang Dang Dang" said, "Look!"

Saturday Lang's eyes widened, and so did the big ones. He couldn't help but let out a "wow" together. When Friday Lang squeezed in to watch, he was stunned, and stammered and asked, "This, this, Yaomei, Manbao, What have you done, how did you get so much money back?"

Man Bao was unhappy and said, "I earned it all."

"Ah? How did you earn it?"

Old Zhou's family knew that Man Bao and Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang had exchanged wheat with the villagers and sold it to Master Bai. Only Qian was the only one. The others, including Old Zhoutou, thought that Man Bao was only between their family and Master Bai. He made a line and sold his own wheat seeds to Master Bai at a high price.

Man Bao also reacted with hindsight, it seems that he hasn't told his father yet.

Man Bao immediately covered the money and said to a group of friends with a serious face: "This is our secret, you can't tell the adults!"

Not to mention Wuwu Lang and Saturday Lang, even the big ones and the little ones are worried, "Little aunt, your money is too much, you have to tell the adults."

"No!" Man Bao took out his trump card, "I still have your private money in my hands. I never said anything when your parents asked me."

"But……"

Friday Lang asked, "Man Bao, how did you earn this money, do your parents know?"

Man Bao pointed at his finger and said with a guilty conscience: "Only mother knows, father doesn't."

Wu Lang was relieved when he heard the words, "Does your mother really know?"

Man Bao nodded, "Of course!"

On Friday, Lang remembered how my mother didn't want to change the wheat yesterday, so she even quarreled with my father. It seems that my mother already knew about it.

Friday Lang nodded cheerfully, "Okay, we won't talk about it."

The others were not fools either, they understood as soon as they heard it, they covered their mouths and laughed.

Only Erya was more worried, "Little aunt, is it safe for you to keep so much money in the house?"

"Do the thieves dare to sneak into our house?" Man Bao said, "I have six brothers!"

Erya: "...No, grandpa will go to the fifth uncle and sixth uncle's room..."

Wu Lang waved his hand and said with great confidence: "Dad won't come to check Yaomei's room. Did you see that the money we put in her private house has been checked?"

On the contrary, up to Wu Lang, down to the youngest four who can run and jump, all their private money is in the hands of Man Bao. This is an open secret in Lao Zhou's family, but no one has come to check it. A room full of treasures.

Old Zhou Tou would ask Man Bao from time to time, but he never checked her room.

Erya thought about it and nodded, yes, there is a clear division of labor in the family, the aunt and the aunt are all in charge of grandma, and her father and uncles are in charge of grandpa.

For some unknown reason, Erya suddenly sympathized with her father and uncles.

There was another little friends who shared a secret together and counted Manbao's silver ingots. They couldn't be envious. They were very curious about how Manbao made money.

Man Bao said: "We also sold the wheat seeds to Master Bai."

Wu Wulang couldn't help but stunned, "Wheat seeds make so much money, can we sell the spring wheat after we harvest it this season?"

Man Bao thought for a while and said, "Look back at the situation. If our wheat harvest is good, it should be fine."

Datou was thoughtful, "So what my father said is true, farming can really make money."

"Of course we can make money," said Friday Lang. "If we can't make money, how did your grandma raise us?"