Chapter 423: Fighting
After Manbao said goodbye to everyone and ran off with his small bookcase on his back, Uncle Qian finally looked away and asked Old Zhou, "What's that farm Silang was talking about?"
"Oh, Manbao and her two classmates did it. Our family gave them 20 mu of land and a mountain to manage." Old Zhou paused and said, "The young master of Master Bai's family gave them 100 mu of land."
Uncle Qian: "So the wheat seed sale this time was also arranged by Manbao?"
Old Zhou nodded, but didn't tell Uncle Qian that the three children had harvested all the wheat in the village.
Uncle Qian couldn't help but sigh, "This child really looks like her father."
Manbao's nominal father: ...
Uncle Qian San said, "She's much more capable than her father. Back then, the most her father could do was climb trees to get bird eggs or go down to the river to catch fish. How could he possibly have managed such a big business?"
Manbao's life experience is no secret in Qili Village, nor is it a secret in the Qian family.
How could they not know whether their aunt was pregnant or not?
However, no one in Qianjia Village knew about it. After all, Zhou Yin came back suddenly and for a short time, so the Qian family had no time to announce it.
Today, not only the Zhou and Qian families were worried, but the three children were also fidgeting as if there were needles prickling their butts.
Sitting upright at the desk, I couldn't help but look outside.
Mr. Zhuang sat aside, reading a book with great interest, and seemed not to notice that the three children were distracted.
The three of them looked at Mr. Zhuang, then looked at him again, and seeing that he still didn't move, they couldn't help but pout.
When Manbao lowered his head and saw that his handwriting was somewhat deformed, he felt even worse.
She threw the sloppy words aside, ground the ink dejectedly for a while, and then picked up the pen to continue practicing calligraphy.
She wrote several, but none of them were satisfactory, but her heart gradually calmed down and she no longer thought about wheat seeds.
As his heart calmed, the expression on his face also calmed down, his eyes became brighter, his hand movements became steadier, and his handwriting gradually improved.
Bai Shanbao, who was standing next to her, was even more agitated than her, and it took him a long time to calm down. In comparison, Bai Erlang seemed much more normal.
He has always been a little restless, and today was no exception. But after realizing that the teacher ignored them as usual, and obviously did not allow him to attend morning lessons or go out because he could not write well, he entered into a state of meditation at about the same speed as before and slowly began to write.
After a while, Mr. Zhuang put down the book and nodded continuously as he looked at the three children who were immersed in writing.
Not bad, not bad, Mr. Zhuang picked up the book again with satisfaction.
After the three children finished their calligraphy practice, Mr. Zhuang said, "Go to the morning class. I'll check your recitation later. There will be no new lessons today. After the morning class, bring paper, pen, and abacus to the Bai residence. Today you will try to use the abacus to do this business."
The three of them stood up together and answered, then sat down and took out their textbooks.
Not only should a text be previewed before Mr. Zhuang starts lecturing, but it should also be recited repeatedly during class to understand its meaning. There are also related homework and review after class.
So basically, after the class, Bai Shanbao and Manbao could basically memorize the text, and usually they just read it a few times by themselves after dinner.
Bai Shanbao also read a lot of extracurricular reading materials, and occasionally he would sneak a look at the storybooks he bought from the county town;
Manbao, on the other hand, would go to the teaching room to learn medical skills before going to bed, filling his time schedule.
But reciting is not difficult for them.
Mr. Zhuang also knew this, so he would only listen to them recite once and then let them go. In comparison, Bai Erlang was in a worse situation.
Not only did he have to recite, but Mr. Zhuang would occasionally interrupt him to ask him some explanations, and then continue reciting after he had answered them.
This was a great torture for Bai Jilang.
Because when you are reciting a book, you get interrupted and it is very difficult to continue reciting it!!!
But since the small class was opened, this kind of thing happened from time to time, and Bai Jilang has become accustomed to it.
Although his heart still raced every time he was called to stand up, he was no longer as scared as he had been at the beginning.
If you can’t answer, then don’t answer. If you can’t memorize, then don’t memorize. The worst that can happen is that you can just cry secretly afterwards.
Bai Shanbao and Manbao both expressed sympathy for him, so they helped him with his lessons after class and also provided him with many good methods for quick memorization.
Of course, this was done by Manbao, because Bai Shanbao said, "You will memorize it after reading it a few times."
Although Manbao also thought so, she had Koko with her. A search in the encyclopedia turned up a lot of such information. Obviously, Bai Erlang was not the only one who had such troubles.
So Manbao was very considerate and spent a few points to borrow it, and then copied it down with a pen.
She felt that the contents were easy to understand and there was no need to buy the whole book, which was only about ten points and very expensive.
Bai Shanbao also read the various methods of quick memorization that Manbao copied down, and from them he figured out several similar or new methods.
The three of them experimented together for about three months and found that it did have some effect.
The two of them didn't know whether Bai Erlang was useful or not, but they felt that they could memorize things a little faster.
Although it's only a little faster.
After checking Bai Erlang, Mr. Zhuang waved his hand generously and said, "Take your abacus and go."
The three of them cheered softly, put their textbooks, pens, ink, paper and inkstone into the small bookcase and left.
When the group arrived at the Bai residence, Mr. Bai had already arrived earlier, and the head of the Bai family's household was also there. He was moving the wheat out of the house with two farmhands and the Bai family's servants.
Mr. Bai asked the three children, "Do you measure the grain directly by jin, or do you open the grain bag and measure it by dou?"
The three of them said in unison: "We will listen to you."
Mr. Bai smiled and said, "If I were doing this business with someone else, I would naturally use a bucket to measure, but with you guys, okay, I'm going to be generous this time and measure half by weight and half by bucket. It's much more convenient."
The three children don’t understand how this is convenient?
Bai Erlang was even more confused. "Dad, didn't you say last night that it was troublesome to measure with a bucket and promised us to use a scale?"
Mr. Bai laughed and said, "Really? Why don't I remember? Is it written in the document?"
The three children were stunned. It wasn’t written in the document, but wasn’t that what they had discussed last night?
The three of them were confused. Could it be that they had remembered it wrong at the same time?
Mr. Zhuang glanced at them and said, "This is your first assignment today. Your document says one jin is twelve and a half wen, and then it also notes that one dou is one hundred and fifty wen. So, are you measuring by dou or by weight?"
The three children scratched their heads and asked in confusion, "Is there any difference?"
(End of this chapter)
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