Of course that's not possible, he has to use a measure!
Manbao, who was still immersed in excitement, hadn't realized anything was wrong yet. She was still happily greeting her brothers to move out the chairs, stools and tables. She would have to settle accounts later.
Of course, it was with two friends.
Old Zhoutou, Uncle Qian and others understood it as soon as they heard it, but they didn't regret it much because Manbao said it was one hundred and fifty cents per dou from the beginning.
They didn't know that Man Bao and Mr. Bai were talking about weighing. If they knew, they would feel extremely uncomfortable.
As two old men who had to pay taxes to the court every year, although they were illiterate and did not know much about arithmetic, they knew the difference between measuring and weighing.
According to Man Bao and Bai Shanbao, calculating the amount of buckets is much easier than calculating the weighing. Maybe it’s because the numbers are small?
Anyway, no matter what, the two of them sat down with their arithmetic chips to calculate the numbers they reported. Not only Qian Dalang and others, but Zhou Dalang and others looked at it for a while.
There was only one thought in my mind, "Our family, Manbao, is going to be successful..."
Old Zhou came over to look at it for a while, but he didn't understand it, but he could see Mr. Zhuang's face and saw the look of relief on his face, so he knew that his daughter was right.
He looked at Man Bao, then turned to look at the accountant sitting on the other side. Lao Zhou almost shed tears.
Be a bookkeeper, that's what her father thought back then.
Zhou Dalang didn't think much about it, because his younger brother-in-law wanted to do so many things since he was a child. Not to mention changing things every day, there were always things to do every other day anyway. How could he remember so many things?
However, he really wanted his son to be the accountant, so he pulled the three heads forward and asked them to look at Manbao's calculations carefully, and whispered: "Look more, your sister-in-law will teach you later, you guys
Study well and become a bookkeeper when you grow up."
The old Zhou family does not have much wheat. Even if the rich family picked 28 bags of wheat, it would not be much.
What's more, the wheat picked by the Qian family was packed in smaller sacks, so it was even more difficult to measure.
Man Bao and Bai Shanbao quickly calculated the total. Man Bao said: "The total is 182,880 Wen."
The cigarette rod in Lao Zhoutou's hand almost flew out.
Mr. Bai had just seen it. The wheat seeds brought out by the old Zhou family were all good. He poured them into the bag after a bucketful. Although they went in very fast, judging from his years of buying and selling grain, at least the grains were quite plump.
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Moreover, he carefully compared the new wheat seeds with their current wheat seeds. He found that the new wheat seeds were slightly rounder than the old wheat seeds. It could not be seen alone, and no one would notice it when they were put together. But after careful comparison,
You can see it.
And he has seen a lot and paid careful attention, so basically he won't admit his mistakes if it happens before his eyes.
After confirming that the old Zhou family did not commit fraud and that all they gave were new wheat seeds of good quality, Mr. Bai nodded with a smile and asked Man Bao: "Then how much silver should I give you?"
On the side, his accountant has already calculated the money, and is obviously waiting for her answer. After both parties confirm that it is correct, they can sign and settle the account.
Man Bao smiled flatteringly at Mr. Zhuang, and then presented the calculation plan.
Lao Zhou looked at it for a moment, then quietly asked Manbao, "Why don't you do the math yourself?"
"Dad, I haven't learned this yet."
Old Zhou nodded and warned: "Then you study hard," he lowered his voice and said: "Learn all the skills from Mr. Zhuang. In the future, even if you can't be the accountant, you can still be the boss's wife."
Man Bao nodded with deep understanding, "Dad, I will let you be the boss when the time comes!"
Old Zhoutou: "...No, no need, I'll let you do it fairly."
Man Bao was confused, "Who is my husband?"
Lao Zhoutou:...He feels a little regretful. Why did he bring up this topic?
As soon as Lao Zhou turned around and saw Zhou Xi, he immediately shouted: "Hi, come here and take your sister." By the way, he solved the troublesome problem.
Mr. Zhuang had already calculated it and said with a smile: "One hundred and fifty-two taels, leaving four hundred and forty taels."
The servants brought the silver up, and the eyes of Old Zhoutou, Uncle Qian and others were almost stunned. This was the first time in their lives that they had seen so much money.
This is just a season of wheat. How can you make so much money?
Everyone swallowed their saliva, and when they came to their senses, Man Bao had already sent Mr. Bai and others out. The Bai family's servants moved all the grain piled in the yard to mule carts and ox carts to transport back.
It was noon, when the sun was at its strongest, and Mr. Bai didn't want to stand under the sun for a moment, so he blocked the sun with one hand and waved goodbye to Man Bao with the other hand.
Occasionally, villagers passing by saw it and just stood aside curiously. Then they asked Man Bao, who they knew best, "What is your family doing?"
Man Bao said with a smile: "I'm selling wheat seeds."
"Oh," the villager asked with a wink, "did your mother agree to change?"
Manbao smiled and said nothing, as my mother said, just smile when you don't want to answer questions.
The villagers thought they understood, and went home happily. The sun was so bright, so they had to go back to eat something and drink some water first. It would be better to go out to chat when it was cooler in the evening.
Man Bao also said goodbye to Bai Shanbao, "I'll go home first. You and Bai Er go back and count the money. I'll find you again in the afternoon."
"Okay, let's go."
Manbao ran home happily.
Lao Zhoutou and the others were feeling worried about the money. When they saw Man Bao coming in, they immediately waved, "Man Bao, come on. We don't know how much each family has, and how to divide it."
Man Bao said: "I know!"
She found those sacks that were not her own and asked each family to claim their own sacks.
Uncle Qian pulled over twelve sacks and looked at Man Bao eagerly.
At that time, in order to make it easier to remember, Lao Zhoutou and the others deliberately put the belongings of each family in one place. Only after weighing one family would Zhou Lang and the others carry the sacks of the next family forward.
So Man Bao only glanced at the number of sacks and counted the numbers from the back to know which number belonged to whose family.
The last one was Uncle Qian's family. He brought seven bags in total. Man Bao calculated the last seven numbers and just added up the remaining money.
Man Bao said: "The third uncle's is nine thousand four hundred and fifty cents, and the money is spent. Let me do the math..."
She is not very good at eliminating such large numbers, but she can first subtract 1,200 liters, write one on the paper, then subtract 1,200 liters, and then write one...
Until it can no longer reduce 1,200 cents, all that is left are the copper plates and the silver exchanged.
Although numerous, it is accurate.
Man Bao said: "It's seven taels, and the remaining one thousand and fifty coins."
Uncle Qian felt something was wrong, "Nine thousand, isn't that nine taels of money? It should be nine taels."