Chapter 130 Touching Jiang
Mr. Zhuang discovered that Manbao has been working very hard recently, as if she had eaten a big chicken leg. She has been reading hard every day. Correspondingly, she asks a lot of questions.
It’s not that Manbao didn’t work hard before, but she was still a child after all. Although she listened carefully in class, she would still run out to play after class. If he hadn’t given her and Bai Shanbao special lessons at noon every day, I’m afraid she wouldn’t read much extracurricular books.
But recently, even if he didn't ask her to come and give him special treatment, she would follow him happily.
Bai Shanbao also worked harder. In his own words, he must not let Manbao surpass him.
Manbao became even more excited when she heard Bai Shanbao say that. Yes, how could she forget that she wanted to defeat this person who dared to be as smart as her.
Koko said that reading can make people wise, and intelligence can not only increase with age, but also with reading.
Waiting to grow up is too slow, and Bai Shanbao is older than her. When she grows up, he will always be older than her, but if she reads more books than him and knows more than him, then wouldn't she be smarter than him?
Humph, Koko clearly said that she was the smartest person within a hundred miles. Why did she become a nobody when he came?
Manbao is full of fighting spirit.
Watching the two children chasing each other, Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard with satisfaction.
But the classmates who studied with them did not feel very good about it. The gap was really too big. At the beginning, the older students in the class could still crush the two of them by relying on their age and school years, but they soon found that they were overtaken.
But children around ten years old are very open-minded. So let them go. They are not studying to become examinees anyway. When they turn fourteen, they will go out to find a job, and then they won’t play with these two little brats anymore.
Other students can think in this Buddhist way, but Bai Erlang can't.
Ever since the two of them started working hard, he has been living in dire straits. His father, who used to be strict with him but also doted on him, now dislikes him no matter what. Even his grandmother and mother sometimes can't help but sigh at him.
Bai Erlang was almost mad with anger. He fought several battles with Bai Shanbao and Manbao in the school. Of course, he had the upper hand at the beginning. Although it was one against two, he was older than them.
But when they fought again, they ended in a draw. Although he suffered a lot of losses, he persisted and the game ended in a draw.
By the third time, he was no longer able to beat them. Despite this, he still enjoyed fighting them because he had no other way to hit them except physically.
Mr. Zhuang always felt that this disciple was a little stupid, but considering that he had made progress compared to before, he decided to turn a blind eye and pretend that he didn't know. Anyway, neither side would suffer much, right?
Because Bai Erlang threw bugs at them today, Manbao asked Bai Shanbao to go to Bai Erlang's house to do homework together.
Bai Erlang seemed to know this. As soon as the school was over, he ran out of the classroom and ran home first. He said to the doorman, "Close the door! Bai Shan and Zhou Man are not allowed to come in!"
The doorman said, "Second Young Master, the eldest young master has returned home. The old master and the eldest young master are in the main hall."
Bai Erlang's eyes lit up, and he rushed to the main room with his bookcase on his back. "My eldest brother is back. No outsiders are allowed to come in anymore, okay?"
The doorman narrowed his eyes with joy, "Don't worry, Second Young Master. The master is happy today and will definitely not hit you."
Bai Erlang had already run away.
Manbao and the others came running over happily, carrying their small bookcases on their backs. The doorman saw them and smiled even brighter. He bent down slightly to talk to them, "Master Shan, Miss Zhou, our eldest master is back today. I'm afraid the second master won't have time to do his homework for the time being."
Manbao felt a little regretful.
Bai Shanbao felt very sorry, but he couldn't force others to do their homework if they didn't want to, right?
So he turned around and invited Manbao, "Come to my house and write?"
Manbao shook his head. "He won't write. I'll write after dinner. I have to go check on my ginger and yams first."
Bai Shanbao's eyes lit up, "Let me go with you and see which ginger grows better, mine or yours."
"OK."
Bai Shanbao first took the book box back home and gave it to the doorman, and then went back to Zhou's house with Manbao.
It is early autumn now, and the ginger has grown very tall. The ones planted by Manbao in the vegetable garden are growing the best. Originally, there were only a dozen pieces planted, but now it has grown into a very large area. Because she applied enough fertilizer, a lot of them have grown.
But Bai Shanbao insisted, "Yours is not as good as mine, and mine is longer than yours."
"Mine is thicker than yours." Manbao said, "My ginger pieces must be bigger than yours too."
Bai Shanbao, "When I divide them, they will fill a whole flower garden. By then, there will be more than you have."
Manbao took him to the field to see her entire patch of ginger and said proudly, "That's not as much as mine."
Bai Shanbao: "..." He felt that he was missing a piece of land.
Manbao and his family's land was at the foot of a mountain. Most of the land around here was ownerless wasteland, and further away was the farmland. Melons and beans were planted in the fields, and rice was grown in the fields. The bean leaves had turned yellow, and it was almost time to harvest. A farmer was coming to check on the crops. Seeing Manbao and his family standing by the fields, one of them asked with a smile, "Manbao, you're here to see your land again. How's the ginger growing?"
Manbao said proudly, "That's great, when my ginger is ready to be harvested, come to my house and buy some, big brother."
Some people laughed and said, "It's not a festival, why buy this? There's no meat to stew with it."
Now everyone in the village knows that the Zhou family planted ginger on the wasteland. At first, everyone thought it was a joke, but now, looking at the green ginger strips growing in the field, no one dares to laugh anymore.
They actually grew this thing.
They know how expensive ginger is, because every household will go to the grocery store to buy some to take home during the New Year and other festivals, and use it to stew meat, or make ginger soup. The more particular families will also make it into tea.
There is such a large field of ginger, no, two large fields, and Zhou Xi has more than two mu of land next to it where he grows ginger.
But some people were also worried about the Zhou family, "Can you sell all this ginger?"
Manbao is very open-minded. "If I can't sell it, I'll just keep growing it. By the time winter comes, it's mature ginger. I can dig it up and dry it. I can sell it in spring and summer. That's dried ginger, which is more expensive."
Well, it seems that no matter what, there will be a stable harvest.
Many people looked at the two ginger fields with envy. Some went to talk to Old Zhou, hoping to get some seeds from him to plant. Old Zhou laughed and said, "This is the children's livelihood. I can't control them. The fourth child has gambling debts, and he planted these to pay them off. They are precious. I usually want to pick some and stir-fry them, but he won't let me."
This is unwillingness.
Some people couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, so Zhou Silang saw twice in a row that several pieces of ginger in the field had been secretly dug up. He was very angry and simply asked his three brothers to build a straw hut for him beside the field. He would roll up his quilt and come here to guard it after dinner every day.
Some villagers who were just trying to find a few pieces of ginger in the dark: ...
(End of this chapter)
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