Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Manbao clicked, first input the white paper, and came out a lot of various commodities, some large sheets of white paper that looked similar to theirs, some bound books, beautiful books, and some useful ones. It is packed in a very strange box. It says that it is printing paper. What surprised Manbao the most is a colorful avatar. It says that it is 8D printing paper, which can print anything. It is also the most expensive paper recommended. .

Man Bao looked at it carefully, and wanted to buy it back to see it, but when he was about to order it, Keke couldn't help but flashed the medicine in her shopping cart to show her.

Man Bao's little hand shrank back.

Although Keke wants to spend more money, it is not this kind of random consumption. He said: "With printing paper, you can't print anything without a printer."

Man Bao retracted his little finger regretfully, but said curiously, "Is it really like what it said, can cars and clothes be made of paper?"

"It's printing paper," the system gave her popular science, "it's possible in the future, even materials can be printed out through printing paper, in fact, the performance is the same, but it's strange, in recent years, humans don't like this method, they are more Respect for things made from man-made and raw materials.”

The main system does not prevent the subsystems from spreading the future world like their respective hosts, in fact, this is also a means for the subsystems to motivate the hosts.

However, Man Bao only listened to these things as stories. Keke said these were not to motivate Man Bao, but simply because she wanted to hear it, so he said it.

Man Bao listened with interest, and then came to a conclusion, "People in the future are really unhappy. Why do people have to do things that can be done with robots?"

Keke agreed, but the relationship between them was very complicated. He felt that Manbao's little head couldn't think about such advanced issues, so he didn't continue the discussion with her, seeing that her eyes kept looking back and forth at those beautiful books , Keke reminded: "Host, there are some differences in these words, and these books are not made in the current bookstore. I suggest that the host buy a piece of white paper and cut it by himself."

That being said, Man Bao still couldn't hold back. He first bought a piece of white paper and put it in the system, then he went to look at the small books that were so good-looking, and found that a page was buy one get one free, and he didn't. Expensive, only two points.

Without waiting for Keke to speak, she quickly bought a small book with a pink rabbit on the cover, and ordered a lot of flower covers as a gift.

The system watched silently, and when these things were delivered, Man Bao took out two small books and hid under the covers and touched them, before putting them into the system contentedly.

She said solemnly and systematically: "Keke, so we don't have to cut it. If I don't take it out, I'll keep my own small account."

Keke gave a "um" and agreed with her behavior.

Seeing that his good friend had no objection, Man Bao became happy, and then went to see the pile of white paper he had bought.

The white paper in the mall is cheaper than sugar, one thousand pieces of two-point points, and an additional 200 pieces of another white paper.

Man Bao took it out and looked at it, and found that it was thicker and bigger than what her husband and Shan Bao gave her.

She scratched her head and felt that it was unrealistic to bring such a large piece of paper to school, so she labored to spread it on the bed and folded it.

She folded it into several layers before putting it in her treasure box. She decided to ask her second brother to make a bamboo basket for her to endorse. Just like the classmates in the school, she would put all her belongings away. inside.

After thinking about it, Man Bao ran out to find her mother. First, he gave her the one hundred and thirty-two pennies he counted, saying that this is 60% of the money the fifth brother earned today.

Qian shi frowned and said, "Who did this account?"

Man Bao raised his head proudly, "I count."

Qian: "How do you calculate it? How much did they earn in total?"

Man Bao scratched his head and didn't understand where the calculation was wrong. He was about to use his fingers to settle the bill for her mother, when Zhou Zhou Lang laughed and said, "Young sister, you also made a miscalculation. They brought three things this morning. If ten bamboo baskets go to the county seat, even if they are all sold out, it will only be 150 yuan, so how can 60% of the 150 yuan be 132 yuan?"

Qian Shi secretly glared at the silly second son, blaming him for talking too much.

On Tuesday, Lang didn't know where he had offended his mother, so he glanced at his eldest brother in confusion.

Zhou Dalang is simpler than him, and he doesn't even understand.

However, Man Bao came back to his senses with a shock, took the money back from his mother's hand, and said with a sullen face: "Mother, I made a mistake, I will try it again."

She hugged the money, turned around, and ran towards Thuro and their room.

Not to mention the number of Fridays, even Thursday, with a chill down his spine, he was lying at the door and window, daring not to go out.

Qian looked at the disappearing back of the little girl, and withdrew her gaze.

She glanced at the confused three eldest sons, then looked at the chatter in the east wing, the indistinct discussions, and suddenly shook her head and smiled.

Forget it, a bunch of idiots, why bother.

Zhou Dalang, Tuesday Lang and Wednesday Lang did not know that they were relegated to the ranks of fools by their mothers, and they were bowing their heads and working hard to make small bamboo baskets. Ever since Wu Zhou and their flower baskets made a lot of money, they came back every evening and nothing happened. If you do, you can help weave bamboo baskets.

Man Bao took the money and went back to the room, and took a pen to write and draw on the paper. Everyone saw it but didn't understand, but they all knew that another ledger had to be set up, at least the money from selling sugar could not be counted in it, because They sell candy to hide from the adults in the family.

Man Bao asked Keke's opinion in his heart while calculating on paper. Soon, one system and one person worked out a more reasonable distribution principle.

First of all, for a flower basket of five cents, they have to hand in three cents, and the remaining two cents is what they all share.

This group of people included the three elder brothers who helped them weave bamboo baskets outside, so after doing this, the money that everyone could share would be much less.

But it doesn't matter, they still have income from selling sugar.

Wu Wulang and the others were very generous and expressed that they could give more points to the three brothers, so Manbao planned a small bamboo basket to give them half a penny.

It sounds very small, but the total is not too small.

Everyone has formulated a new policy, and Friday Lang and Saturday Lang inevitably told the bosses again and again that they must be tight-lipped about their parents. If they were found, their money would definitely be confiscated. Thinking about the last time they were caught Confiscated money.

The big ones nodded without even thinking about it. They also generously handed more money to Man Bao for safekeeping, and the reason was very good, "Little aunt, my parents will search our clothes and beds, but your father Mother won't."

Even Wuwu Lang hesitated and handed over his money to Man Bao, "Man Bao, Dad won't search your bed, but he will definitely search me, the fourth and sixth, and you can keep this money for me too. , remember to keep an account."

Man Bao waved his hand in response, but instead of taking the money directly, he asked them to pack it in a bag, and then she wrote her name so that there would be no confusion.

Anyway, her money was not put in the treasure box under the bed, but in Keke's place, and her father couldn't find it even if he wanted to.

I remembered that when I was a child, I hid money from my private house. It was so hard to hide it. It is not easy for a child to make money.