Zhongjing Lane.
The two lawsuits were settled very easily.
The three guys actually didn’t understand.
But the three of them made a simple and rough calculation: those who worked the most got the most money, and those who worked the least got the least money.
That makes sense.
So he readily asked Uncle Sun to give him the money, thanked the little prodigy, and left with the money.
The two aunts actually didn't understand why the "half bucket of rice" situation occurred in the end.
But they did trust Cui Xian more, so after hesitating and thinking for a moment, they didn't bother him any further.
Aunt Zhang went home immediately, brought out two and a half dou of rice and returned them to Aunt Li.
This matter should have ended happily here.
But today, in addition to Mr. Dong Lai who was eavesdropping at home, there was also a scholar named Ma who was not far away in the alley, paying attention to this "grain return dispute".
Ma Xiucai naturally wanted to curry favor with the powerful, but he couldn't find an opportunity.
But now, he felt the opportunity had come.
Because Cui Xian miscalculated the account!
After the two women handed over the grain on the spot, Ma Xiucai coughed lightly, walked over and deliberately laughed loudly: "Little prodigy, right? Your account must be wrong."
"If we use the grain price last year, the borrower should pay back three dou of grain to the lessee. If we use the grain price this year, the borrower should pay back two dou of grain to the lessee. No matter how we calculate it, it is absolutely impossible for the borrower to pay back two and a half dou of grain."
"It seems that although our little prodigy has an amazing talent for writing poetry, he is not proficient in arithmetic, hahahaha."
This is a very learned statement.
By correcting Cui Xian's mistakes, he aimed to get Mr. Donglai's attention.
He was also worried that his overly sharp performance would seem to be suppressing young people and would displease Mr. Donglai, so he specifically affirmed Cui Xian's poetic talent.
Hearing this, the two aunts looked hesitant.
The other neighbors also had doubts in their hearts, after all, the man in front of them was a scholar.
Could it be that the little prodigy really calculated wrong?
Only Cui Xian remained silent, watching Ma Xiucai's performance with a smile on his face.
Ma Xiucai coughed lightly and bowed towards the gate of Mr. Donglai's house: "I think you have heard that the famous Mr. Donglai lives in this courtyard."
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Dong Lai to come out and help us settle the accounts."
After saying that, Ma Xiucai turned around with an expectant look on his face.
This went on for a long time.
The yard of Mr. Donglai's house was quiet, as if the owner was not at home.
The atmosphere was very awkward.
Ma Xiucai stood there with a stiff face, not knowing whether to leave or stay.
Cui Xian was overjoyed in his heart: Brother, a business that is pursued is not a business, and goods sold at a discount are the least valuable!
But luckily you are here to help me, which makes me seem more valuable!
Thank you for listening to me.
With an idea in mind, Cui Xian looked at Scholar Ma and gave him a chance to speak: "May I ask, Scholar Ma, do you think we should settle the bill based on last year's grain price or this year's grain price?"
When Ma Xiucai heard Cui Xian's message, he looked at him with gratitude and shame, and subconsciously prepared to answer.
But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly froze.
Aunt Zhang, Aunt Li, and a group of neighbors also looked at Mr. Ma.
Ma Xiucai thought hard for a moment, and finally said hesitantly: "Well... naturally it should be calculated according to last year's grain price, so the borrower should pay the renter three dou of grain."
Good job.
As soon as these words came out, Aunt Li smiled and handed the two and a half dou of rice back to Aunt Zhang, confidently saying, "See, even the scholar said that you should return me three dou. Okay, I'll return these two and a half dou to you, and you should add three dou to my rice right away!"
Aunt Zhang glared at Mr. Ma angrily.
Then she gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind, carried the two and a half dou of grain, went home without saying a word, and slammed the door.
Aunt Li panicked when she saw this, and quickly ran over to knock on the door: "Why are you closing the door? Are you trying to default on your debt?"
Aunt Zhang said nothing.
It seems like he's really planning to default on his debt!
At this moment, all the neighbors in the alley were in an uproar, and Aunt Li cried for her parents.
Ma Xiucai was dumbfounded and started to give advice: "Well... how about calculating it based on this year's grain price? Or... if that woman doesn't pay back the grain, report it to the authorities!"
The neighbors then realized that this scholar was just a fool!
Sometimes it is calculated according to this year's prices, and sometimes it is calculated according to last year's prices.
So how do we calculate it?
Besides, who would be willing to report to the police for a few buckets of grain? We are all neighbors, and it is inevitable that there will be quarrels and disputes. If we really report to the police, how can we survive in the alley in the future!
Someone muttered, "What kind of scholar is this? He can't even solve a small problem. The little prodigy just solved the problem."
Mr. Ma was extremely angry because he had clearly calculated the account correctly!
But it's strange, the accounts are correct, so why is there a dispute?
It happened at this time.
With a creaking sound.
Mr. Dong Lai opened the door and walked out. He seemed to have just discovered the dispute here and asked curiously, "What happened?"
Mr. Ma's face suddenly turned red. Why did Mr. Donglai come out when he was most embarrassed?
The people then told Mr. Donglai about the incident and severely criticized Mr. Ma for causing trouble and making things worse.
Recently, the neighbors have heard that the old man who just moved in is a great scholar!
Ma Xiucai said with a stiff face: "In reply to your question, sir, I think I did not make a mistake in my calculations."
Mr. Donglai did not comment.
He looked at Cui Xian, who was standing at the entrance of the alley with various snacks in his arms, and nodded with satisfaction.
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