The old Zhou family has the habit of recording, but generally 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 Shi.
According to what Zhou Dalang told them quietly, when he was young, his parents would quarrel every year during spring planting and autumn harvest.
The reason for the noise during the spring planting was that Mrs. Qian disliked the lazy old Zhou, and asked him to break up the big clods in the field to make them finer, but he would never listen;
The noise during the autumn harvest was due to the large number of people in the family and the lack of land, and the grain harvested by Qian was not enough to feed the family for a year, so he turned over the spring planting account.
At that time, Zhou Dalang and the others were young and didn't have any land, but the middle-aged sons ate poor old men, especially when they were eleven or twelve years old and growing up, one son ate more than the old Zhou Tou, not to mention he had so many sons .
Qian Shi was almost dying of worry.
So Qian learned how to keep accounts without a teacher, and used symbols that she and Lao Zhoutou could understand to record how many seeds were sown on which field during the spring planting, how much fertilizer was used, and how much water was poured. What is the location, and how many catties are the harvest in autumn harvest.
The paper is the yellow paper commonly used in sweeping graves, and the pen is written with black charcoal from the stove. There are all kinds of strange symbols on it, a circle and a wavy line. Anyway, Manbao looks at it like reading a book from heaven.
But Lao Zhoutou and Qian could know what was written on it.
Years ago, when Man Bao was tossing around to change the wheat seeds, he dug out the things, and then Qian turned over the yellow paper to dictate, and Man Bao wrote down the data again.
Up to now, the old Zhou's family still keeps weighing the yield of the best and worst piece of land every time they harvest, but now it is described in Manbao, using characters that everyone knows.
Man Bao not only memorized their own things, but also the numbers in their own farm, and all of them.
Record in blocks, then calculate the total, and calculate the average yield per mu.
Of course, the average yield per mu is still calculated by Mr. Zhuang in friendship. There is no way, although Man Bao and Bai Shanbao think they are smart, but the yield per mu of about 20 mu is different.
Neither of the two who claimed to have learned how to calculate the average yield per mu could convince the other, so the lawsuit came to Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang did the math for them, um, coincidentally, neither of the two children got it right, so there was no fight.
However, Mr. Zhuang was stunned.
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 glanced at the two children who were still looking down at their mistakes, and asked, "Where's your wheat? Have you sold it?"
"Not yet," Bai Shanbao finally found his fault, and said casually while calculating in his mind: "I asked Bai Zhuangtou to ask the grain shop. They are indeed profiteers. Obviously the grain shop sells very expensive. Our price is very low, so I decided to wait for Bai Er's Uncle Wu to come."
Man Bao nodded approvingly, "If the price given by that Uncle Wu is also low, why not give the food to my second brother and let him sell it in the market."
Bai Shanbao snorted and asked, "Can we sell grain on the street?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't sell it..."
Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly and said: "It's okay to have less, the county government won't check a few bags of grain, but if you want to sell your twenty acres of wheat, you have to get the paperwork from the government office. .”
Man Bao rolled his eyes and said, "Then how many bags do you sell a day?"
Mr. Zhuang: "It's the same person..."
"It's not the same person," Man Bao said cheerfully, "I have six older brothers, nephews and nieces, and the three of us. Each person can sell a few bags and it will be over."
Mr. Zhuang couldn't find a rebuttal for a while, but it seemed that what he wanted to say was not this...
Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly, and finally remembered his purpose. He told the two children helplessly, "Don't sell the wheat for the time being, wait for a while, by the way, have you stored your wheat well? It has rained a lot recently. , wait a minute, don’t let it get wet.”
"Don't worry sir, it won't get damp," Bai Shanbao said, "The wheat is all piled up in my house now, my house has only been built for a few years, how could it leak?"
Bai Shanbao said to Man Bao at this point: "We don't have a warehouse, so we have to pay my warehouse fee."
Man Bao said: "You are so stingy!"
"It's business."
"Okay, how much do you want to pay?"
Where does Bai Shanbao know the market? After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll let Bai Zhuangtou 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's a waste of your house to be empty, and you rent it to us and make the best use of it, so you have to set a lower price." Some."
"Then how much do you say?"
"Just one-tenth of the county seat."
Bai Shanbao didn't want to make much money from it, but wanted to tell his grandmother and mother proudly that he didn't take advantage of the family, and they paid for the space at home, so he nodded without much thought, "OK."
Mr. Zhuang watched the two children come and go and completed another business, so he put away the paper on the table and said: "If you are free these two days, go to the county to buy a pair of chips and come back. I want to start teaching You used your calculations."
Man Bao and Bai Shanbao opened their mouths together, thinking of seeing Mr. Zhuang teaching other seniors to use counting chips in the school, they felt a little worried and guilty, "Sir, we are still young, should we learn counting chips?"
"It's not too young. What's more, learning is not judged by age, but by ability and needs. You need to learn to count now, and you have the ability to learn. Why don't you learn?"
Bai Shanbao slumped his shoulders, "Okay, I'll tell Bai Er when I get back."
Added another class, not too happy.
Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Bai Er is not in a hurry to learn counting chips, you two learn first."
Man Bao and Bai Shan Bao: …
The two walked out dejectedly, and Man Bao took a look at the money box in the system, and asked, "How much money does one raise?"
"I don't know." Bai Shanbao didn't worry about this kind of thing at all. What he worried about was, "If we have to learn how to count again, will we have more homework? Will we be able to go out to play in the future?"
Since they wanted to play on the farm, they rarely went out to play. This year's spring flood, they didn't even touch the fish. No, they didn't even get close to the river. When he realized it, there might be many small fish wrapped around them. The spring flood has just passed.
But Man Bao stopped, "I forgot to ask Mr. when we are on holiday. Since we are going to the city to buy chips, it should be considered a holiday, right?"
The two looked at each other, turned around and ran back to the courtyard.
Since the wheat was harvested and the last batch of rice seedlings were planted in the fields, Mr. Zhuang don’t make excuses to make up for the courses that were missed due to the busy spring. They will not have a holiday for a long time in the future.