The old Zhou family has the habit of keeping records, but usually they only remember the best piece of land and the worst piece of land.
The reason why their family remembers this is because of Qian.
Zhou Dalang quietly told them that when he was young, his parents would quarrel every spring planting and autumn harvest.
The reason for the quarrel during the spring planting was that Mr. Qian disliked Old Zhou for being lazy and asked him to break up the big lumps of mud in the field and make them finer, but he would not listen;
The reason for the quarrel during the autumn harvest was that there were many people in the family but little land, and the harvested grain was not enough for the family to feed the family for a year no matter how Qian calculated it, so he turned to the account of spring planting.
Zhou Dalang and his friends were young at that time, and they did not have land allocated to them. However, a half-grown man could only live in poverty. Especially when he was growing up at the age of eleven or twelve, one of his sons could eat more than Zhou Dalang, not to mention that he had so many sons.
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Mr. Qian was almost worried to death.
So Qian learned to keep and compare accounts without any teacher, using symbols that both she and Lao Zhoutou could understand to record how many seeds were sown on which land during spring planting, how much fertilizer was used, and how much water was poured.
At what location, how many kilograms will be harvested during the autumn harvest?
The paper is yellow paper commonly used for sweeping graves, and the pen is written with black charcoal under the stove. There are all kinds of strange symbols on it, including a circle and a wavy line. Anyway, Man Bao looks at it as if he were reading a book from heaven.
But Lao Zhoutou and Qian knew what was written on it.
Years ago, Manbao dug things out when he was going through various troubles in exchange for wheat seeds. Then Qian turned over the yellow papers and dictated, and Manbao wrote down the data again.
To this day, the old Zhou family still has the habit of weighing the yields of the best and worst pieces of land every time they harvest, but now they describe it in terms of Man Bao, using words that everyone knows.
Man Bao not only memorized their belongings, but also the numbers on their own farm, all of them.
Record in blocks, then calculate the total, and calculate the average yield per mu.
Of course, this average yield per mu was still calculated for them by Mr. Zhuang. There was no way around it. Although Man Bao and Bai Shanbao both considered themselves smart, the figures they calculated for the yield per mu of about twenty acres were different.
Neither of the two people, who already boasted that they knew how to calculate the average yield per mu, could convince the other, so the lawsuit was brought before Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang did the calculations for them. Well, luckily, both children did not calculate correctly, so they were half-matched and did not start a fight.
However, Mr. Zhuang was shocked.
Although he is not very familiar with farming, he also knows that the yield is very high.
Mr. Zhuang looked at the arithmetic on the paper, then looked at the two children who were still looking down at their mistakes, and asked: "Where is your wheat? Sold?"
"Not yet." Bai Shanbao finally found his mistake, and said casually while calculating in his mind: "I asked Mr. Bai Zhuang to ask the grain store. They are indeed profiteers. The grain store sells them very expensively.
Our prices are very low, so I decided to wait until Uncle Wu from Bai Er comes."
Man Bao nodded with deep understanding, "If the price offered by Uncle Wu is also low, why not give the grain to my second brother and let him sell it in the market."
Bai Shanbao exclaimed and asked, "Can we sell food on the street?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't sell it..."
Mr. Zhuang coughed slightly and said: "It's okay to have less. The county government won't check a few bags of grain, but if you have to sell these twenty acres of wheat, you must get the paperwork from the government office."
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Man Bao rolled his eyes and said, "How many bags do you sell in a day?"
Mr. Zhuang: "It's the same person..."
"It's not the same person," Man Baole said happily: "I have six brothers, nephews and nieces, and the three of us. Each of us can sell a few bags and that's it."
Mr. Zhuang couldn't find anything to say to refute for a moment, but it seemed that wasn't what he wanted to say...
Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly and finally remembered his purpose. He reluctantly told the two children, "Don't sell the wheat for now. Wait a moment. By the way, have you stored the wheat? It has rained a lot recently."
, it’s big, don’t let it get wet.”
"Don't worry, sir, it won't get damp," Bai Shanbao said, "Now the wheat is piled in my house. My house was only built a few years ago, how could it leak?"
Bai Shanbao said this to Manbao: "We don't have a warehouse, so we have to pay my warehouse fee."
Man Bao said: "You are so stingy!"
"This is business."
"Okay, how much do you want to pay?"
How does Bai Shanbao know the market price? He thought for a moment and said, "I'll wait until I ask Bai Zhuangtou to go to the county town to ask about the market price."
"Can the rent in the village be the same as that in the county?" Man Bao argued for their interests, "Besides, it would be a waste to leave your house empty. If you rent it to us, you will make the best use of it, so you have to charge a lower price.
Some."
"Then how much did you say?"
"Just one-tenth of the county seat."
Bai Shanbao didn't want to make much money from it, but wanted to proudly tell his grandmother and mother that he didn't take advantage of the family. They paid for the use of the family's space, so he nodded without much thought, "Okay."
Mr. Zhuang watched the two children completing another business, so he put away the paper on the table and said: "If you have time in the next two days, go to the county town and buy a pair of arithmetic chips. I will start teaching
You are using your calculations."
Man Bao and Bai Shanbao opened their mouths together. They remembered that they had watched Mr. Zhuang teach other senior brothers how to use arithmetic in the school. They felt a little worried and guilty. "Sir, we are still young, do we have to learn arithmetic?"
"Not too young, not to mention that learning is not based on age, but on ability and need. You need to learn calculations now, and you have the ability to learn, so why not learn?"
Bai Shanbao slumped his shoulders and said, "Okay, I'll tell Bai Er when I get back."
Another class has been added, which I am not happy about.
But Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Bai Er is not in a hurry to learn calculations. You two should learn first."
Man Bao and Bai Shan Bao:......
The two of them walked out dejectedly. Manbao took a moment to look at the money box in the system and asked, "How much does one have to raise?"
"I don't know." Bai Shanbao is not worried about this kind of thing at all. What he is worried about is, "If we have to learn to calculate again, will we have more homework? Can we go out to play in the future?"
Since they wanted to play on the farm, they rarely go out to play. During the spring flood this year, they didn't even touch the fish. No, they didn't even get close to the river. By the time he reacted, there might be many small fish wrapped around him.
The spring flood has just passed.
But Man Bao stopped and said, "I forgot to ask sir when we have a holiday. Since we have to go to the city to buy fortune, then it is considered a holiday, right?"
The two looked at each other, turned around and ran back to the small courtyard.
Since the wheat has been harvested and the last rice seedlings have been planted in the fields, Mr. Zhuang has no excuse to make up for the lessons he missed due to the busy spring. They will not have a holiday for a long time in the future.