Da Ya and Er Ya got busy, lighting a fire and burning sticks in the kitchen, while Man Bao squatted on the ground, sinking his consciousness into the system to study the found pens.
She can't chat with the sellers in the mall, but the product pages are very detailed. If she only looked at these pen tubes, she would never have thought that they were made of bamboo, but Keke mentioned it. Looking at these pen tubes now, she would Probably know how to do it.
What the Zhou family does not lack is bamboo, which can be cut into strips, freshly chopped, or dried.
Man Bao rushed into the woodshed with Da Tou and Er Tou to find suitable bamboo, and cut several pieces out in a short while.
When Xiao Qian and the others came back from the vegetable garden, the hands, faces, and bodies of several children were all black. As soon as Xiao Qian called Man Bao, the children all looked up at the door.
Then the four middle-aged women in the family were silent for a while, and three of them rushed directly at them, picked up sticks and whipped them.
Zhou Xi who was left behind: ...
Man Bao was terrified. Seeing that the sister-in-law was about to beat her up, she immediately dropped her things and jumped up, turned around and fled towards the house.
After a while, Qian's scolding sounded in the room, followed by Man Bao's crying.
After beating the children, Xiaoqian and his two sisters-in-law still had to boil water to bathe them.
With so many children, it is of course impossible to wash them one by one. Anyway, they have already been washed once, so the boy and the girl will wash them one by one, wipe their faces, hands and feet clean, and then change their clothes.
There are not many clothes in the family, that is, the children, so there are two more sets, and the clothes will deteriorate faster after being washed one more time, so Xiaoqian's face is very smelly.
Man Bao looked at his sister-in-law with a guilty conscience, and told her in a low voice that they were making pens, not fooling around, and Xiao Qian's face looked better, and then said: "In the future, when your brothers come back and let them do this kind of thing, you are really brave." If it is big enough, you can use the knife yourself, what if you cut off your hand?"
After talking about Man Bao, Xiao Qian went to Zhou Zhoulang and Friday Lang and Saturday Lang again, and taught them: "The adults are not at home, mother is not in good health, and the three of you don't know how to watch some children when you are at home, so let them hold the knife." play..."
Zhou Zhoulang, who was happily lying on the bed holding five cents: ...
Because he was too tired, Wu Wulang, who was already sleeping with the quilt in his arms, looked at his sister-in-law blankly, but Liu Liulang was not at home at all just now, he went out to play with his little friends.
After eating dinner, Zhou Dalang and the others took all the remaining money from the children and went out to chop bamboo. When they came back, they heard that the children not only used knives but also set fires at home, they immediately said " deserve it".
However, Zhou Yilang still helped them make the so-called charcoal pencils. He has always been dexterous, even the few women in his family can't match him.
He also burned a lot of spare charcoal sticks for them, because the charcoal sticks were black when the children played with them before, so he also cut off a wider section of diabolo and covered the charcoal pen head, when they needed to use it Just pull it out again, just like a plug.
He put the remaining charcoal sticks in a cloth bag, handed them to Man Bao and asked, "What do you want this thing for? Are you running out of pen and ink?"
"This isn't for me, it's for Fifth Brother." Man Bao took out a blank piece of paper and wrote on it, and found that the writing was still a bit big, but it was much better than the previous one.
Zhou Zhoulang also felt that the writing was too big to be a waste of paper, so he picked up a knife and carefully sharpened the charcoal stick a little bit, so that the writing was much smaller when it was slightly sideways.
Man Bao was happy, took it and ran to Wu Wulang to teach him how to keep accounts.
Zhou Zhoulang was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep, but he couldn't help getting up when he heard this, and asked, "You want to charge me?"
"Yes," Man Bao said as a matter of course: "Not only your account, but also the accounts of fifth brother and eldest sister who go out in the future, and they will be distributed to us when they come back."
"Oh." Zhou Zhoulang lay down again, and he remembered that the ginger seeds in the eldest sister's field were also produced by Manbao, and the fifth and the others also contributed their efforts, as if they had agreed to share them at that time.
Feeling that he was not being treated differently, he was satisfied, lying on the bed and fell asleep again, but Man Bao pulled him up and said, "Fourth Brother, you also get up and listen, in case Fifth Brother is okay You can teach him how to write."
Zhou Si Lang's hair grew big, and he said: "The fifth one can't write, so I can't write."
Wu Wulang laughed loudly, and said to Man Bao: "Man Bao, don't force the fourth brother, he just lay down and fell asleep as soon as he got back to the room before, and he never studied it. He doesn't know as many words as I do."
Man Bao gave Zhou Lang a disgusted look, then went on to teach Zhou Lang, and wrote an account for him as a reference, so that he could write like this tomorrow.
Wu Wulang said that there is no problem, he can write numbers, and Jin Hewen can also write, he thinks there will be no problem.
Man Bao hurried back to the room, took out four large sheets of paper from the box, folded them into four pieces, cut them up with a knife, and sewed a few stitches for Xiao Qian, and a small book was born.
Man Bao handed over the ledger to Wu Wu Lang, and Zhou Xi happened to come to them, and she wanted them to carry a basket of ginger for her tomorrow, even if it couldn't be retailed, it would be better to sell it to the grocery store at a cheaper price.
But Man Bao encouraged Zhou Xi, "Sister, you go with them, anyway, there is no farm work at home now, and you can learn a lot by going out for a walk."
Zhou Xi hesitated, "Isn't that good?"
"What's wrong, you have fourth brother and fifth brother to take care of you."
Zhou Zhou Lang cheered up, got up from the bed, and encouraged him, "Sister, you can go with us, you don't know, some people are very particular, we go to call the door, they see that we are half-children, and they will be afraid." If you are not willing to open the door, you are different, you are a woman, if you go to call the door, people will be less wary."
"Yes, yes," Man Bao continued to seduce, "Eldest sister, it's only thirty-five yuan a catty sold to grocery stores, but forty-seven yuan sold loosely, which is a full twelve yuan more."
Sure enough, Zhou Xi felt distressed when he heard that, "Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."
Man Bao smiled, and said to Zhou Wulang: "Fifth brother, remember to write down the account of the eldest sister, separately."
Zhou Xi was confused, "What account?"
"The account of selling ginger, write it down in this way, and we will know whether the money was received wrongly when we come back and compare it. We also know exactly how much money we have made."
Zhou Xi smiled and said, "Younger sister still knows a lot, and elder sister is illiterate, then let the fifth child memorize it."
Man Bao said: "Sister, you can read characters with us, I will teach you to write your own name."
"Am I still able to read at such an old age?"