Chapter 399 Yield per mu
The Zhou family has the habit of keeping records, but they usually only keep track of the best and worst pieces of land.
The reason why their family remembers this is because of Qian.
According to what Zhou Dalang secretly told them, when he was young, his parents would quarrel every year during the spring planting and autumn harvest.
The quarrel during the spring planting season was because Qian was disgusted with Old Zhou's laziness and asked him to break up the large clods of earth in the field and make them finer, but he always refused to listen.
The quarrel during the autumn harvest was because there were many people in the family and little land. No matter how Qian calculated the harvest, it was not enough for the family to eat for a year, so she brought up the accounts for the spring planting.
At that time, Zhou Dalang and his family were young and had no land to share, but the little boy ate his father into poverty, especially when he was eleven or twelve years old and was growing up. One son ate more than Old Zhou, not to mention that he had so many sons.
Qian was almost worried to death.
So Qian learned how to keep accounts and compare them without any instruction. She used symbols that both she and Old Zhou could understand to record how many seeds were sown on each field during the spring planting season, how much fertilizer was used, where the water was irrigated, and how many kilograms of grain were harvested in each field during the autumn harvest season.
The paper was the yellow paper commonly used for tomb sweeping, and the pen was made of black charcoal from under the stove. There were all kinds of strange symbols on it, a circle, a wavy line. Anyway, Manbao looked at it as if he was reading a book written in heaven.
But Old Zhou and Qian could know what was written on it.
Before the New Year, Manbao took out the things when he was trying to change the wheat seeds. Then Qian flipped through the yellow papers and dictated, and Manbao wrote down the data again.
To this day, the Zhou family still keeps the tradition of weighing the yields of the best and worst pieces of land every time they harvest, but now it is recorded as "Manbao" using characters that everyone can recognize.
Manbao not only remembered his own things, but also remembered the numbers on their own farm, and he remembered everything.
Record in blocks, then calculate the total number and work out the average yield per mu.
Of course, this average yield per mu was still calculated for them by Mr. Zhuang as a courtesy. There was no other way. Although Manbao and Bai Shanbao both thought they were smart, the yield per mu of more than 20 mu they calculated was different.
The two men who claimed to have learned how to calculate the average yield per mu could not convince each other, so the lawsuit was brought to Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang calculated it for them. Well, coincidentally, neither of the two children got it right, so they were equally matched and did not fight.
But Mr. Zhuang was shocked.
Although he was not very familiar with farming, he knew that the yield was 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? Did you sell it?"
"Not yet," Bai Shanbao finally found his fault. He did some mental arithmetic and said nonchalantly, "I asked Bai Zhuangtou to ask the grain shop. They are indeed profiteers. They sell grain at a very high price, but they give us a very low price. So I decided to wait for Uncle Wu from Bai Er to come."
Manbao nodded in agreement, "If Uncle Wu's price is also low, it would be better to give the grain to my second brother and let him sell it at the market."
Bai Shanbao exclaimed, "Can we sell food on the street?"
"You didn't say you wouldn't sell it..."
Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly and said, "It's okay if there's a few bags of grain. The county government won't investigate. But if you want to sell these twenty acres of wheat, you must get the official documents."
Manbao rolled 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," Manbao said happily, "I have six brothers, nephews and nieces, and the three of us. We can just sell a few bags each and that's it."
Mr. Zhuang couldn't find any words to refute for a moment, but it seemed that this was not what he wanted to say...
Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly, finally remembering his purpose. He helplessly told the two children, "Don't sell the wheat for now. Wait a while. Oh, and have you stored the wheat? It's rained a lot recently, and it's been heavy. Don't let it get wet."
"Don't worry, sir, it won't get damp," Bai Shanbao said. "The wheat is all piled up at my house now. My house was only built a few years ago, how could it possibly leak?"
Bai Shanbao said to Manbao: "We don't have a warehouse, so we have to pay for my warehouse."
Manbao said: "You are so stingy!"
"This is business as usual."
"Okay, how much do you want to pay?"
How could Bai Shanbao know the market price? After thinking for a while, he said, "Let me ask Bai Zhuangtou to go to the county town to inquire about the market price first."
"Can the rent in the village be the same as in the county?" Manbao argued for their interests. "Besides, it's a waste to leave your house empty. Renting it to us will make full use of it, so you have to charge a lower price."
"So how much do you say?"
"Just one-tenth of the county."
Bai Shanbao wasn't trying to make much money from this, but rather wanted to proudly tell his grandmother and mother that he hadn't taken advantage of the family, as they had paid for the space they used. So, without much thought, he nodded and said, "Okay."
Mr. Zhuang watched the two children go back and forth and complete another business deal. He then put away the papers on the table and said, "When you have time in the next two days, go to the county town and buy a set of abacus sticks. I will start teaching you how to use them."
Manbao and Bai Shanbao both opened their mouths wide, remembering how they had watched Mr. Zhuang teach other brothers how to use abacus in the academy. They felt a little worried and guilty, "Teacher, we're still young, and we're already learning abacus?"
"You're not young anymore. Besides, learning isn't based on age, but on ability and need. You need to learn abacus now, and you have the ability to learn, so why not learn?"
Bai Shanbao slumped his shoulders and said, "Okay, I'll tell Bai Er when I get back."
Another course has been added, which makes me unhappy.
Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and smiled, "Bai Er, there's no need to rush to learn counting rods. You two should learn first."
Manbao and Bai Shanbao: ...
The two walked out dejectedly. Manbao took a moment to glance at the money box in the system and asked, "How much is one chip?"
"I don't know." Bai Shanbao wasn't worried about that at all. What he was worried about was, "We have to learn arithmetic again. Will we have more homework? Will we be able to go out and play in the future?"
Ever since they started playing on the farm, they rarely went out to play. During this year's spring flood, they didn't even touch the fish. No, they didn't even get close to the river. By the time he realized it, the spring flood, which might have carried many small fish, had passed.
Manbao stopped and said, "I forgot to ask you when our holiday is. Since we are going to the city to buy abacus sticks, does that mean it is our holiday?"
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 had to make up for the missed classes due to the busy spring season. They would not have a holiday for a long time to come.
The computer screen is flickering, I'm afraid it will break down
(End of this chapter)
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