Crossover boy farming

"You mean that Boss Fang wants to order our tofu?" Zhang Zhenzong said softly, suppressing his excitement.

"That's right." Zhang Zhenwen's complacent look is completely different from the mature and stable Boss Fang when he was talking.

"You said why we came back late, you just told his cook how to eat the tofu skin. We also tried frying a few dishes, which were very successful. Boss Fang said that he would like [-] catties of tofu skin and [-] Try soaking Jin tofu, and order again if it sells well."

After speaking, he turned to look at Zhang Wuliang and said, "I think Boss Fang didn't ask for much, but it was our first big deal anyway. So I decided to give him a penny a pound."

Zhang Wuliang nodded: "You can decide this kind of thing."

Zhang Zhenwen was moved by his trust and heaved a sigh of relief.

Then he took out two bulging purses that looked very thick, and began to explain today's income: "36 catties of soaked tofu, ten yuan per catty, five cents per catty of frozen tofu, sold for [-] yuan. catty.

The tofu skin was first sold for 25 catties of Bawen, and then one catty was used to test dishes for Boss Fang, and the remaining fourteen catties were also sold to Boss Fang at the rate of Bawen per catty.

However, I simply gave the remaining four catties of water tofu to Boss Fang. There should be a total of 1000 Wen in it. "

Zhang Zhenwen had counted these in his mind countless times on the way back, and now it sounds smooth.

Listening to his words, the few people next to him almost forgot to breathe, their eyes opened wider and wider, and their eyes began to wander. They had never heard of someone who could earn so much money in a day.

Zhang Wuliang was also a little surprised. He originally thought that he would not be able to sell them all in one day, but he didn't expect that not only the sales were sold out, but also so much money.Sure enough, there is still a lot of room for the market here.

After appreciating their expressions, Zhang Zhenwen slowly threw out one: But...

Everyone's eyes returned to him in an instant, for fear that he would tell any bad news.

Under their fiery eyes, Zhang Zhenwen spread his hands and said helplessly: "You also know that it is difficult to weigh things in full. There are inevitably some discrepancies. There are so many people on the street. I don't feel relieved to take out the money. So specifically I don't know how much money I made."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhenyong immediately geared up and said with encouragement: "Then take it out and count it."

"Okay!" Zhang Zhenwen looked around and planned to find a place to pour out the money. Mrs. Zhao immediately put everything on the table into the wooden basin to make the table empty, and a group of people surrounded it.

Zhang Zhenwen carefully poured the copper coins onto the table slowly. More than 1000 copper coins were scattered on the table, which looked very attractive.

No one in the group spoke, and the scene was so quiet that they could hear each other swallowing their saliva. Zhang Zhenwen put the money bag aside.

Then Zhang Zhenzong and Zhang Wuliang pushed a pile of copper coins over: "We count together!"

Zhang Zhenzong and Zhang Wuliang pulled up the bench and started to count carefully one by one. Other people surrounded them, their eyes moved back and forth following their fingers.

"My 440 six" Zhang Zhenzong finished counting first.

"I am 460 seven." Zhang Zhenwen also finished counting, and there was only one person left. Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Wuliang methodically moved the last copper coin to the pile that had been counted, looked up and said, "520 three."

Zhang Zhenwen began to calculate: "460 seven plus 520 three plus 440 six is..."

"One thousand 430 six" Zhang Wuliang said immediately, this simple addition calculation is trivial to him.

"Huh?" Zhang Zhenwen still couldn't react: "430 six? Isn't that right? Did you make a mistake? Why are there so many?"

Zhang Wuliang rolled his eyes towards the sky: "Then you do the math yourself?"

"I do the math myself." Zhang Zhenwen is very arrogant: "Four hundred plus four hundred is eight hundred, eight hundred plus five hundred is...

Thirteen hundred, one thousand three hundred, one thousand three hundred, 67 plus... How much did you just count to 500? "He looked up at Zhang Wuliang and asked.

"23" Zhang Wuliang cooperated very helplessly.

"Oh." Zhang Zhenwen continued to count after receiving the news: "23 plus 67, three seventy, two six eight, eight, nine, ninety!"

Zhang Wuliang's face was full of black lines, Zhang Zhenwen asked Zhang Zhenzong again: "How much did the elder brother count just now?"

"46" Zhang Zhenzong did not force his cooperation at all.

"46 plus ninety, one three six, 130 six, 130 six..." Zhang Zhenwen scratched his head and asked again: "How many hundreds did I count before?"

"One thousand three hundred," Zhang Ergou answered quickly.

"One thousand three hundred, 130 six..." Zhang Zhenwen did the math: "It's really one thousand four hundred and thirty six!"

Then he looked at Zhang Wuliang with adoring eyes: "Liangzi, how did you calculate it? So fast?"

Zhang Wuliang was not happy at all when he praised him, so he just looked at Zhang Zhenwen directly.Because he just discovered a big problem...

Zhang Zhenwen was horrified by him, and began to think carefully about how he got so much extra money. Could it be that he counted it wrong?

He strongly suggested to count again, but seeing Zhang Wuliang staring at him, for some reason Zhang Zhenwen was a little bit embarrassed, it always felt like being stared at by a fierce beast.

He can only desperately recall what happened today. He is sure that in order to make the buyer feel affordable, he will only weigh more or less for each portion.

Although it won't be much more, but it shouldn't be more money.And the tofu was not sold out, and finally gave some to Boss Fang, Boss Fang?correct!

"I remembered!" Zhang Zhenwen said excitedly: "Boss Zhang ordered [-] catties of goods, and the one who gave half of the deposit is also in it."

Then he began to count again: "Twenty catties of tofu puffs and half of twenty catties of tofu puffs. That is ten catties of tofu puffs and ten catties of bean curd skin. A catty of tofu skin is seven coins, two catties is fourteen pennies, and three catties is fourteen coins. Fourteen plus seven..."

Zhang Zhenwen's voice became smaller and smaller, because he noticed that Zhang Wuliang's face was getting darker...

When Zhang Zhenwen went to the noodle shop to deliver the goods the next day, Boss Fang saw that he looked like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, and was still yawning all the time, so he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong, Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Zhenwen still had physical tears in his eyes from the yawn just now, and smiled apologetically at the boss: "I made Boss Fang laugh."

Then he explained: "Maybe I'm a little tired from running back and forth these days."

He couldn't say that it was because Zhang Wuliang dragged him to learn arithmetic all night yesterday.And he still learns while making tofu, because when Zhang Wuliang said that he wanted him to learn arithmetic at night, he said a lot about lighting oil lamps in the dark at night to waste oil money. Zhang Wuliang said that he wanted him to learn while making tofu, saying that this would not Sleepy, without wasting gas money, and made tofu, killing three birds with one stone.

Zhang Wuliang killed three birds with one stone, but he is pitiful that not only is his mind confused, but his body is also tired. When he thought of what Zhang Wuliang said when he left in the morning: continue at night, he felt that the road ahead was dark.

However, what Zhang Wuliang taught about the numbers, and what addition and subtraction are really simple, convenient and easy to use, which made his calculation speed much faster.

So even if he feels tired again, he still has to learn.

Boss Fang persuaded from the side: "Brother Zhang, you should pay more attention to your body. You don't think there is anything wrong when you are young, but it will be difficult to clean up when you are old. You can't use the money you earn now to take medicine when you are old." doctor."

Zhang Zhenwen nodded, and smiled along with his Boss Fang: "It's just my own experience."

Then he said: "Brother Zhang, don't always call Boss Fang, Boss Fang, it sounds awkward. I'm a few years older than my brother, so I ask you to teach you brother, and you can just call me Brother Fang."

Zhang Zhenwen nodded: "Listen to Brother Fang."

Because he wanted to bring Boss Fang’s goods, so this time Zhang Zhenwen didn’t bring many things he sold. After briefly explaining to Boss Fang how to eat tofu puffs, Zhang Zhenwen took Zhang Ergou home after selling everything. .

That's right, Zhang Ergou came again, following his second brother.Although he doesn't like doing farm work, he still has his own persistence in doing business.He will come no matter how cold the weather is!

This time the two of them didn't stay in the town for lunch, Taohe Village is far from Shuangwan Town.

No matter how quickly the two of them rushed back, it was past meal time.

Aunt Zhao first filled a bowl of bean curd for each of them, and then went to the stove in the warm house to heat their meals.

As for the kitchen where the Zhang family usually cooks, it has already been requisitioned to make tofu.

Zhang Zhenwen was holding a bowl, standing next to Zhang Wuliang, eating the salty tofu curd with a spoon, watching him put the drained tofu cubes into the bamboo sieve covered with straw, curious Asked: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Wuliang replied without raising his head: "Make fermented bean curd."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhenwen asked with a question mark face: "What is that?"

Zhang Wuliang didn't know how to explain: "You will know when you make it."

"Cut" Zhang Zhenwen feels that this cousin is becoming less and less cute now, and it hurts his heart to be a good brother. I think back then...

As soon as Zhang Wuliang looked up, he saw Zhang Zhenwen holding a bowl and spoon, looking at him with a disgusting expression, couldn't help shivering, and asked in disgust, "What are you thinking?"

"Hush" Zhang Zhenwen stopped him softly, then looked away from him and looked into the distance, and said softly with deep affection: "I'm recalling the old man who always followed me and always called my brother sweetly." that boy."

Zhang Wuliang felt cold.

At this time, Aunt Zhao's voice sounded: "Mosquito, the food is ready, come and eat!"

Zhang Zhenwen retracted his affectionate look in a second, and responded loudly: "Here we are..."

Then he left without taking half of the cloud, leaving only Zhang Wuliang, who was covered in goose bumps from his disgust, standing where he was.