Da Ya and Er Ya got busy, lighting a fire in the kitchen to burn sticks, while Man Bao squatted on the ground, sinking his consciousness into the system to study the found pens.
She couldn't chat with the sellers in the mall, but the product page introduced it in detail. If she just looked at these pen tubes, she wouldn't think they were made of bamboo, but Keke mentioned it, and now she looked at these pen tubes.
You probably know how to do it.
The most indispensable thing in the Zhou family is bamboo, cut into strips, freshly cut, and dried.
Man Bao took Big Tou and Er Tou into the woodshed to look for suitable bamboo, and soon he cut several sections.
When Xiao Qian and the others came back from the vegetable garden, the children's hands, faces, and bodies were all covered in black. As soon as Xiao Qian called out Man Bao, the children all raised their heads and looked at the door.
Then the four middle-aged women at home were silent for a moment, and three of them rushed towards them, picked up sticks and started beating them.
Zhou Xi who was left behind:......
Man Bao was frightened. When she saw her sister-in-law reaching out to beat her, she immediately dropped her things and jumped up, turned around and ran away into the house.
After a while, Qian's scolding sounded in the room, followed by Manbao's crying.
After spanking the children, Xiao Qian and her two sisters-in-law still had to boil water for them to bathe.
With so many children, it is of course impossible to wash them one by one. They have already been washed once anyway, so let’s just wash them one by one for boys and one for girls, wipe their faces, hands and feet clean, and put them into clothes.
There are not many clothes at home, especially for children, so we have two sets of clothes. Clothes will deteriorate faster if they are washed more than once, so Xiao Qian's face is very smelly.
Man Bao looked at his sister-in-law guiltily and told her in a low voice that they were making a pen and not messing around. Xiao Qian's face looked better now, and then said: "Wait until your brothers come back to do this in the future. You are really brave."
If you are old enough, you can use the knife yourself, but what if you cut off your hand?"
After talking about Man Bao, Xiao Qian went to Zhou Lang and Zhou Lang and Zhou Lang again and lectured them: "The adults are not at home and my mother is not in good health. You three don't know how to look after the children at home, so just let them hold the knife."
play……"
Zhou Lang, who was happily lying on the bed holding five cents:...
Because he was too tired, Friday Lang, who was already sleeping with his quilt in his arms, looked at his sister-in-law with a blank look on his face. But Saturday Lang was not at home just now. He went out to play with his friends.
Zhou Dalang and the others had dinner, plundered all the remaining money from the children, and then went out to chop bamboo. When they came back, they heard that the children not only used knives but also lit fires at home, so they immediately said, "
Deserve it”.
However, Zhou Erlang still helped them make the so-called charcoal pencils. He had always been skillful, even the few women in the family could not match him.
He also burned a lot of spare charcoal strips for them, because the charcoal strips that the children played with before were all black, so he also cut a piece of wider diabolo and covered the charcoal head when needed.
Just pull it open again, it's almost like a plug.
He put the remaining charcoal strips in a cloth bag, handed it to Man Bao and asked: "What do you want this for? You have run out of pen and ink?"
"This is not for me, but for Fifth Brother." Man Bao took out a piece of white paper and wrote on it. He found that the words were still a bit big, but they were much better than before.
Zhou Erlang also felt that the characters were too big and wasted paper, so he picked up a knife and carefully sharpened the charcoal strip a little bit. This way, he turned it slightly sideways, and the characters he wrote were much smaller.
Man Bao became happy, took it and ran to Wu Lang to teach him how to keep accounts.
Zhou Lang was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep. Hearing this, he couldn't help but get up and asked: "You want to keep my account?"
"Yes," Man Bao said matter-of-factly: "Not only your accounts, but also the accounts of fifth brother and eldest sister when they go out in the future will also be recorded, and the money will be divided among us when they come back."
"Oh." Zhou Lang lay down again, and he remembered that the ginger seeds in the eldest sister's field were also produced by Manbao, and Lao Wu and the others also contributed, and it seemed that they had agreed to share the seeds at that time.
Feeling that he was not being treated differently, he was satisfied. He lay on the bed and fell asleep again, but Manbao pulled him up and said: "Fourth brother, you should also get up and listen, in case the fifth brother has any problem."
You can also teach him how to write."
Zhou Lang's head was getting bigger and he said: "If Lao Wu can't write, then I can't write either."
Wu Lang burst out laughing and said to Man Bao: "Man Bao, don't force your fourth brother. Before, he just lay down and fell asleep as soon as he came back to the house. He never reviewed it. He doesn't know as many words as I do."
Man Bao glanced at Zhou Lang with disgust, then continued to teach Wu Lang, and specially wrote an account for him as a reference, and asked him to write accordingly tomorrow.
Wu Lang said it was no problem. He could write numbers, and Jin Hewen could also write. He thought there would be no problem.
Man Bao ran back to the room, took out four large pieces of paper from the box, folded them into four parts, cut them with a knife and gave Xiao Qian a few stitches, and a small notebook was born.
Man Bao handed the account book to Wu Lang, and Zhou Xi happened to come to them. She wanted them to carry a basket of ginger for her tomorrow. Even if it could not be retailed, it would be cheaper to sell it to the grocery store.
But Man Bao encouraged Zhou Xi, "Sister, you can go with them. Anyway, there is not much farm work at home now, and you can gain experience by going out for a walk."
Zhou Xi hesitated, "Isn't this not good?"
"What's wrong? There are fourth and fifth brothers taking care of you."
Zhou Lang regained his energy, got up from the bed, and followed the encouragement, "Sister, just go with us. You don't know, some people are very particular about it. When we went to call the door, they saw that we were half-grown-ups, and they all
If you don't want to open the door, you are different. You are a woman. If you open the door, people will be less wary."
"Yes, yes," Man Bao followed the temptation and said: "Sister, selling it to a grocery store only costs thirty-five cents per catty, but selling it in bulk costs forty-seven cents, which is a full twelve cents more."
Sure enough, Zhou Xi felt distressed upon hearing this, "Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."
Man Bao smiled and said to Wu Lang: "Fifth brother, remember to write down the eldest sister's accounts separately."
Zhou Xi was confused, "What account?"
"Write down the account of selling ginger like this. When we come back and compare it, we will know whether we received the wrong money. We also know exactly how much money we made."
Zhou Xi said with a smile: "Younger sister knows more, and the eldest sister can't read, so I'll let Lao Wu remember it when the time comes."
Man Bao said: "Sister, come and read with us, I will teach you how to write your name."