Man Bao pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it here!"
Zhoulang didn't want to, so Wulang ran over and blocked the door. Zhoulang, Datou Daya and the others looked at Zhoulang eagerly.
He was a little aggrieved. Everyone had money, but he didn't. Even when he went to the county town to buy a steamed bun, he could only watch.
Zhou Lang's eyes were red with grievance. He wiped his eyes, reached out and took out all the copper coins in his pocket, and slapped Man Bao's hand. Because there were too many coins, the coins fell down, and he didn't return them.
I took it out cleanly and took it three times in a row to finish it.
Big Tou Da Ya and Er Tou Er Ya immediately squatted down to pick them up.
Zhou Lang squatted on the ground and wiped his tears, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Man Bao squatted opposite him and said: "Fourth brother, if you do something wrong, you will be punished. This is what we agreed on early on. You can't break your promise."
Zhou Lang pursed his lips and said nothing. He also felt a little guilty, but... it was very shameless to apologize.
He dug at the dirt on the ground and said nothing.
Man Bao continued to ramble: "How can you withhold money privately? Every time Fifth Brother goes to the county, he will take back as much money as he should have. You still owe money to your family. Aren't you panicked? Dad saved it.
The private money I have collected over the years is not as much as what you have withheld this time...
Zhou Lang didn't feel so uncomfortable amidst her nagging. Da Tou and the others put the collected coins on the bed and motioned to Man Bao to look at them.
Don't tell me, it's quite a lot. Da Ya secretly said to Man Bao, "There are eighty-six articles."
Man Bao glanced at the guilty fourth brother, put all the money into a cloth bag, and asked him to take it and return it to his mother.
Zhou Lang said coquettishly: "You can just take it. What should I say if I take it?"
"If you're embarrassed, just say you forgot. Anyway, mom knows better."
Thursday Lang:......
He didn't want to go because he felt too embarrassed and ashamed.
Manbao put the money into his hand, and then took his hand to the main room.
Qian's money box hasn't been confiscated yet and seems to be waiting for them.
Zhou Lang felt so guilty that he lowered his head and didn't dare to raise it. He walked to his mother and handed over the money bag with a bang, blushing and said: "Mom, I forgot this just now."
Qian's lips raised slightly as she took the money bag and counted it, with a faint smile on her face. She thought that the child might withhold the money, but she never thought that he would withhold so much money.
She found a thread and strung the copper plates together one by one. She neither spoke nor let the two children go out. Even Man Bao couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.
Not to mention Zhou Lang, he was covered in sweat, and the fine sweat on his forehead quickly soaked his hair. He was actually more afraid of his mother than his father.
Qian strung the eighty-six coins together with the loose money before, making it into a hundred coins. He tied a knot and put it in the box. Then he counted out ten coins from the remaining loose money, thought about it, and put it back.
Wu Wen, handed it to Zhou Lang and said: "You have to go to the county town every day to sell things. It's not good if you don't have any money. Now your sister-in-law has to go to school to cook and can't make your dry food. Lao Wu has money.
Don’t worry, you can take a few coins with you, and if you’re hungry, you can buy a steamed bun in the county town.”
Zhou Lang's eyes lit up, he happily took the money, and smiled again, "Don't worry, Mom, I will sell all the ginger in my field, and I will sell it at a good price."
Mr. Qian smiled and nodded, "Okay, go ahead. After you pay off your family's debts, your family's money will be enough to buy you a wife. You can keep the remaining money yourself. After you get married, you won't be able to spend money lavishly."
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Zhoulang happily agreed, tilted his head, winked at Manbao, and went out.
Manbao wiped the sweat from her forehead, exhaled a long breath, leaned against her mother and looked at her.
Qian smiled and touched her little face and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Mom, is this just a stick and a sweet date?"
Qian was stunned for a moment, then touched her head and nodded with a smile, "Yes, your fourth brother doesn't remember to eat or fight. He obviously remembers eating more than fighting, but there are advantages.
Can’t give too much.”
Qian touched her little girl's head and felt a little sad. Manbao was getting smarter and smarter, especially after studying. He became smarter day by day. This was a good thing, but it was also a bad thing.
There are some truths that she didn't understand until she was older after falling countless times. She knew them at a young age. This can save her from taking some detours, but it also means that she will encounter more difficult problems in the future.
"Mom, make a small notebook for the fourth brother and the fifth brother, and let them use it to keep accounts."
Qian laughed, "How can they remember things?"
"Yes, yes. Although Fifth Brother doesn't know many words, he can write numbers. Just remember the numbers, how many kilograms he sold for the first time, and how much money he got in total. This is the account book. When we come back, we
Once you check it, you’ll know everything whether it’s money or not.”
Qian thought thoughtfully, "This method is good, but pen and ink are expensive, and they can't carry it around the streets."
Man Bao also started thinking hard. After a while, she rolled her eyes and ran out of the house. Da Ya and her parents had just snatched away the rest of their money, which they planned to save for buying food.
I gave it to my sister-in-law for safekeeping, but I didn't expect that my parents wouldn't even let go of the small money, and just took it away.
So at this time, they were turning their grief and anger into strength, holding sticks and writing hard on the ground.
Man Bao rushed up and saw Daya holding a fire stick and writing on the ground. What she wrote was slightly black. She had already discovered that Daya and Erya liked to write with burnt sticks, and they also
I think the words written this way are clearer, so everyone is writing like this recently.
Man Bao thought this was a good idea, so he went back to the house and took out a piece of paper and used Da Ya's fire stick to write on the paper. The words were also black, but it was too big and it was useless paper.
She felt a little regretful, "It would be nice if the fire stick was smaller, only as big as the tip of a brush.
Daya and Erya approached and asked, "Sister-in-law, what are you going to do?"
Man Bao told them his plan and said: "When the time comes, let Fifth Brother bring a piece of charcoal, so that we can record the accounts directly on paper."
"This is easy. Just use a thinner stick to burn it. You can split the big ones, but it's too dirty and hard to handle." Erya said with some disgust: "What if Uncle Wu could use the charcoal?"
I don't want to wash his clothes anymore."
Da Ya said: "I don't want to either."
Man Bao: "How about something to wrap it up?"
"You want rags," Daya lowered her voice and said, "I know there are some rags in my mother's box. You can go and get a small piece."
Erya thinks this idea is a good one, and Manbao also thinks it's feasible.
Keke couldn't help but said: "Host, you can try bamboo."
Man Bao blinked, "Bamboo?"
Keke opened the mall for her and let her see the various pens inside, saying: "Although e-books will be very developed in the future, and even documents can be signed electronically, in order to exercise children's ability, writing by hand is still necessary.
It is one of the most important traditions, so there are all kinds of good-looking pens in the mall. Of course, I don’t recommend the host to buy it and use it, but the host can refer to it. "