Chapter 151 Manuscript (Additional chapter for Yunqi's recommendation votes of 115,000)
"Sir, your requirements are too high. Otherwise, what should I say that I haven't written well?"
"If I knew, I would have fixed it right away. Why would I still be here? I came here because I didn't know. I'll fix it once I find out what's wrong."
But Manbao obviously couldn't convince Bai Shanbao. The more the two children talked, the angrier they became. They started arguing in front of a group of adults. Finally, Bai Shanbao angrily said, "Then give me back the part I wrote. I won't write with you."
"Just return it. I don't want to write with you yet." Manbao pulled the cloth shoulder bag hanging on his chest. This was another one made by He Shi according to her instructions using the scraps of cloth she had saved. This one was much bigger and could hold a lot of things. It was more convenient than the small bookcase.
Manbao opened his bag and took out a thick stack of papers. He unfolded them quickly and found the papers written by Bai Shanbao.
But this article was written by them together. Sometimes Manbao read it and Bai Shanbao wrote it. When he was tired of writing, Bai Shanbao would think about it and read it to Manbao to write.
So the pieces written by the two of them, a little bit here and there, can barely be considered an article when put together, but nothing when separated.
But Manbao and Bai Shanbao obviously didn't care at all, and it wasn't the first time they had quarreled like this. They skillfully put all the manuscript papers on the ground, and then took them away one by one. There were several sheets of paper with their common handwriting.
It was always Manbao who got tired and then Bai Shanbao took over, or vice versa. The two of them were very straightforward, taking turns writing one by one, and when it came to the last one, Manbao's chubby little hand was the first to press it down on the paper.
Bai Shanbao shouted, "You took this card during the last quarrel. This time it's my turn."
Manbao said, "I wrote the most on this. You only wrote three lines. It should have been mine."
Seeing the two children about to fight over a piece of paper, County Magistrate Fu couldn't help but say, "Let me see."
The two children looked up together and were surprised to find that the county magistrate was right here.
County Magistrate Fu: ...
Everyone held back their laughter.
Then Manbao and Bai Shanbao reorganized the manuscripts. After several quarrels and divisions of manuscripts, they had learned their lesson and wrote numbers at the bottom of the manuscripts so that they could organize them by page without even looking at them.
Bai Shanbao showed the manuscript to County Magistrate Fu and looked at him eagerly, "County Magistrate, did we write it well?"
How good can the articles written by a child who has only been in school for two years be?
The whole article is filled with childish words, which are extremely straightforward and lack any beauty in writing, but it is meaningful.
In fact, this is an article suggesting that the county government provide sufficient hot water and meals for the serving laborers. The article first talks about how hard the serving laborers are. Of course, there are no flowery words. The text is straightforward and even has a childish tone. It writes bluntly: "They are so pitiful."
County Magistrate Fu: ...
But the article does not only contain such language. Most importantly, it gives detailed examples to show how pitiful these laborers are.
How many people are there in each family, what their family financial situation is like, what their family situation is like because they have to serve in the military, what they eat every morning and how much they eat, what they eat at noon and in the evening and the amount of food they eat are all listed one by one, and the food provided by the county government at noon and in the evening is also listed. Obviously, this is not an article written out of thin air, but was written after investigation and evidence collection.
Judging from the childish words, it is obvious that he can empathize with me.
County Magistrate Fu was appointed through examination, so he certainly knew the key points in writing a good essay. It can be said that this essay has all the key points except for its literary talent.
And if this article were written by two children under the age of seven, the last shortcoming would not be important.
County Magistrate Fu's eyes flashed with surprise. He looked down at the two children in front of him, then glanced at the article. He folded it up and put it away, then asked, "Can you give me this article?"
Manbao asked, "Sir, do you think our writing is good?"
County Magistrate Fu stroked his beard and praised: "Well written."
Manbao was delighted, but also a little regretful. "When will the county government prepare meals for the laborers? How much can each person eat? Will they prepare breakfast as well? Can they eat their fill? I have the data. County Magistrate, do you want it?"
County Magistrate Fu opened his mouth wide. When did he say he would prepare meals for them?
He glanced at the manuscript in his hand and understood. He coughed lightly. He had clearly said that the article was well written, but he didn't say...
Well, the other party is still a child, the questions he asked are ambiguous, and his answers are also ambiguous.
The article was well written, but it was impossible for him to prepare enough hot water and meals for the serving laborers because the county government had no budget for this.
The current expenditure on military services has precedents. If he increases investment, where will the money come from?
But facing the two pairs of sparkling eyes, County Magistrate Fu found that he didn't know what to say after coughing lightly.
The county magistrate smiled and continued, "Little girl, didn't you just say that the Zhou family's stall was yours?"
Manbao nodded, "Yes."
"If the county government provides hot meals to the laborers, then won't you be able to sell your products?"
Manbao sighed, "Yeah."
"Then do you still hope that the county government will provide hot meals for the laborers?"
"Of course," Manbao said, "Although it's a pity, it's a good thing. I love eating fish so much. I used to hope every day that the dam would break so we could go down to the river and catch fish. But my father said that if the dam isn't repaired and it rains heavily next summer, the river might flood all our crops, and maybe even me. So, although it's a pity, we still have to repair the dam."
County Magistrate Fu and the others: ...
In half a day, they heard them talk about the broken dam more than once.
The county magistrate looked at Bai Shanbao and asked, "Does the young master think so too?"
Bai Shanbao said, "Yes, it's just about making money. If you can't make money by selling food, you can sell other things to make money."
In the summer, the two children would run out as soon as school was over. Mr. Zhuang wanted to give them a special class but couldn't recruit anyone. Later, he paid attention and found that the two children were picking Centella asiatica in the scorching sun. After asking, he found out that they planned to dry it and sell it to Jishidiang. Manbao asked the shopkeeper Zheng, and he learned that there was not enough Centella asiatica, so he needed to purchase some more.
At that time, Mr. Zhuang told them the story of chopping trees with a blunt knife and chopping trees with a sharpened knife. He told the two children that sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood, and that studying is just like sharpening the knife. If they want to earn enough money in the future, they should focus on studying now, because if they study well, money will come naturally.
In addition to the knowledge that Koko taught Manbao, Manbao also told Bai Shanbao, so after serious discussion, the two children felt that there were many ways to make money in the world and they didn't need to rush.
So at this moment, the two children could confidently say to Magistrate Fu and the County Magistrate, "There are so many ways to make money in the world, and not all working people buy food. Those who don't can only drink cold water and eat cold cakes. How pitiful."
Laoding: Yes, we are pitiful, please feed us.
(End of this chapter)
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