Chapter 399

The old Zhou family has the habit of recording, but generally only remember to look at the best piece of land and the worst piece of land.

The reason why their family remembers this is still because of Qian.

According to Zhou Dalang, when he was young, his parents quarreled every year during spring planting and autumn harvest.

The reason for the noise during spring planting was that Qian disliked Lao Zhou's laziness and asked him to break the big mud in the field and make it more fine. He always didn't listen;

The reason for the quarrel during the autumn harvest was that the family had more people and less land, and the harvest of food was not enough for the family to eat for a year, so Qian turned over the account of spring planting.

At that time, Zhou Dalang was young and didn't divide the land, but half of the boys ate poor Lao Tzu. Especially when they were growing up at the age of 11 or 12, one son ate more than old Zhou tou, not to mention he had so many sons.

Qian is worried to death.

So Qian learned how to compare bookkeeping without a teacher. With symbols that she and Lao Zhou could understand, she wrote down which land was sown in spring, how much fertilizer was used, where the water was poured, and how many kilograms of harvest in autumn.

Paper is the yellow paper commonly used for sweeping graves. The pen is written with black charcoal under the stove. It is full of various strange symbols, a circle and a wavy line. Anyway, man Bao looks at it like reading heavenly books.

But old Zhou tou and Qian Shi could know what was written on it.

Years ago, man Bao turned things out when he tossed about in order to change wheat seeds. Then Qian turned over the yellow paper dictation, and man Bao wrote down the data again.

Up to now, the old Zhou family has kept the yield of the best and worst piece of land for each harvest, but now it describes man Bao in words everyone knows.

Man Bao not only wrote down his own things, but also the numbers in their own farm, but also all of them.

Record in blocks, then calculate the total and the average yield per mu.

Of course, the average yield per mu is still calculated by Mr. Zhuang's friendship for them. There is no way. Although man Bao and Bai Shanbao think they are smart, the data calculated by them are different for the yield per mu of more than 20 mu.

Neither of the two people who boasted that they had learned to calculate the average yield per mu could convince anyone, so the lawsuit came to Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang calculated it for them. Well, coincidentally, neither of the two children was right. It was half weight and didn't fight.

But 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, looked again at the two children who were still looking down to study where they were wrong, and asked, "where's your wheat? Sold? "

"Not yet," Bai Shanbao finally found his mistake. While calculating, he said carelessly: "I asked Bai Chuang Tou to ask about the grain shop. They are really profiteers. Obviously, the grain shop is very expensive, but the price given to us is very low, so I decided to wait until Bai er's Uncle Wu came."

Man Bao nodded deeply. "If the price given by Uncle Wu is also low, it's better to give the grain to my second brother and let him sell it in the market."

Bai Shanbao said, "can we sell food on the street?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't sell it..."

Mr. Zhuang coughed softly and said, "it's nothing less. The county government won't check a few bags of grain, but if you want to sell more than 20 mu of wheat, you must get the documents of the government."

Man Bao turned his eyes and said, "how many bags do you sell a day?"

Mr. Zhuang: "it's the same person..."

"It's not the same person," man Baole said Zizi. "I have six brothers, nephews and nieces, and the three of us. We can sell a few bags each."

Mr. Zhuang couldn't find a rebuttal for the moment, but it seems that this is not what he wants to say

Mr. Zhuang coughed a little and finally remembered his purpose. He reluctantly told the two children, "don't sell the wheat for the time being. Wait a minute first. By the way, have you stored the wheat? It's raining heavily recently. Don't let it get wet."

"Don't worry, sir, it won't get damp," Bai Shanbao said. "Now those wheat are piled in my house. My house has only been built for a few years. How can it leak?"

Bai Shanbao said to man Bao, "we don't have a warehouse, so we have to pay for my warehouse."

Man Bao said, "you are so stingy!"

"This is business."

"All right, how much do you want to pay?"

Where does Bai Shanbao know the market? After thinking about it, he said, "wait until I ask Bai Zhuangtou to ask the market price in the county city."

"Can the rent in the village be the same as that in the county?" Man Bao argued for their interests, "and it's a waste to have your house empty. We've made the best use of it when we rent it, so you have to set a lower price."

"How much did you say?"

"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 everything they used at home, so he nodded without much consideration, "OK."

Mr. Zhuang looked at the two children and finished another business. 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 arithmetic chips. I'll start teaching you how to use arithmetic chips."

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao opened their mouths together. They thought of watching Mr. Zhuang teach other senior brothers to use arithmetic chips in the school. They were worried, "Sir, we are still young. Did we learn arithmetic chips?"

"It's not young. Besides, learning is not based on age, but on ability and need. You need to learn arithmetic now, and you also have the ability to learn. Why not?"

Bai Shanbao broke down his shoulder, "OK, I'll tell Bai Er when I go back."

Added another class, not very happy.

Mr. Zhuang touched his beard and said with a smile, "Bai Er is not in a hurry to learn arithmetic. You two learn first."

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao:

They walked out dejected. Man Bao took time to look at the money box in the system and asked, "how much does one calculate?"

"I don't know." Bai Shanbao doesn't worry about such things at all. What he worries about is, "if we have to learn arithmetic, will we have more homework? Can you go out later? "

Since they wanted to play in the farm, they rarely went 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. When he reacts, it's possible that the spring flood wrapped in many small fish has passed.

Man Bao stopped, "I forgot to ask Sir when we have a holiday. Since we want to go to the city to buy arithmetic chips, it's even a holiday?"

They looked at each other, turned and ran back to the yard.

Since the wheat harvest and the last batch of rice seedlings were planted in the field, Mr. Zhuang should not make up for the missing courses because of the busy spring. They will not have a holiday for a long time in the future.