Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 139 Acknowledgement

  Man Bao pursed his mouth, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it!"

  Thu Lang was unwilling, Zhou Lang ran over to block the door, and Zhou Lang and Da Tou Da Ya looked at Chu Lang with enthusiasm.

  He was a bit wronged. Everyone had money, but he didn’t. He could only watch when he went to the county town to buy a bun.

On Thursday Lang’s grievances made his eyes red. He wiped his eyes, reached out his hand to take out the copper plates in his pocket, and patted Man Bao’s hand. Because there were too many, the copper plates snapped down, and he didn’t have it yet. It was clean, and it took three times to finish it.

  Big Tou Da Ya and Er Tou Er Ya immediately squatted down to pick them up.

  Thursday Lang squatted on the ground and wiped his tears, feeling terribly wronged.

  Man Bao squatted across from him and said, "Fourth brother, you will be punished if you do something wrong. This is what we said early in the morning. You have to keep your word."

   On Thursday, Lang pouted his mouth and did not speak, he was also a little guilty, but... it's shameless to apologize.

  He plucked the soil on the ground and said nothing.

Man Bao continued to murmur: "How can you withhold money privately? Every time Brother Fifth goes to the county, he will take as much money back as it should be. You still owe the family money, don't you panic? Daddy saved it. The private money for many years is not as much as you have withheld this time...

  Thursday Lang was not so uncomfortable in her murmur. The big heads put the picked copper plates on the bed and motioned to Man Bao to look.

  Don’t say it, it’s quite a lot, Da Ya secretly talked to Man Baodao: "There are eighty-six essays."

  Man Bao glanced at his guilty fourth brother, put all the money in a cloth bag, and asked him to take it back to his mother.

  Thursday Lang tweaked and said: "You just take it, how can I take it?"

   "If you are embarrassed, just say you forgot, anyway, mother knows it clearly."

  Thursday Lang:...

  He was unwilling to go, and felt too embarrassed and ashamed.

  Man Bao stuffed the money in his hand, and then took his hand to the main room.

  Qian's money box has not been confiscated, and it seems to be waiting for them.

Chu Lang's conscience was terribly guilty. He lowered his head and didn't dare to lift it up. He walked to his mother and handed in the purse, blushing, and said, "Mother, this was forgotten just now."

  Qian's mouth slightly picked up, took the money bag, and counted, the smile on her face was faint. She thought that the child might withhold money, but never thought that he would withhold so much.

  She found a thread and stringed these copper plates one by one, neither talking nor letting the two children go out, even Bao Bao could not help sweating on her forehead.

  Not to mention Chu Lang, he was covered in sweat, and the fine sweat on his forehead quickly soaked his hair. Compared to his father, he was actually more afraid of his mother.

Qian's stringed the 86 essays with the previous loose money, strung them into a hundred essays, tied them and put them in the box, only then counted ten essays from the remaining loose money, thought about it, and put it back again. Wu Wen, handed it to Chu Lang said: "You have to go into the county to sell things every day, and it’s not good if you don’t have a little money. Don’t worry, you can take a few texts with you, and if you’re hungry, buy a bun in the county seat to eat."

  Thursday Lang’s eyes lit up, he took the money happily, and smiled again, “Don’t worry, mother, I will sell all the **** in my field for a good price.”

Qian smiled and nodded, "Okay, go, when you pay the family debt, the family's money will be enough for you to marry a daughter-in-law, and you can take the rest of the money by yourself. "

  Thursday Lang responded happily, turned his head and winked at Man Bao, and went out.

  Man Bao wiped the sweat from her forehead and exhaled for a long time. She leaned on her mother's side and looked at her.

  Qian smiled and touched her little face, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

   "Mother, is this just hitting a stick and giving a sweet date?"

Qian was stunned, then he touched her head and smiled and nodded, "Yes, your fourth brother doesn't remember to eat or beat. He obviously remembers a little bit more than beats, but the benefits are also good. Can't give too much."

  Qian touched the little girl’s head, feeling a little sad, Man Bao became smarter and smarter, especially after studying, becoming smarter day by day. This is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing.

  There is some truth. She has fallen countless times, and she didn’t understand the truth until she was very young. She knew it at a young age. This can save her from taking some detours, but it also means that she will encounter more difficult problems in the future.

   "Mother, make a small book for the fourth and fifth elder brothers, and let them take it to keep the accounts."

  Qian laughed, "Where do they remember things?"

"Yes, yes. Although the fifth brother does not recognize many characters, he can write the numbers. Just remember the numbers. How many catties were sold for the first time and how much did you get. This is the account book. Come back to us. Once you check it, you will know everything with little money."

  Qian thought thoughtfully, "This is a good way, but the pen and ink are expensive, and they are not good to run around the street with them."

Man Bao also thought hard. After a while, she rolled her eyes and ran out of the house. Da Ya and their remaining money had just been raided by her parents. It was what they planned to keep to buy and eat. I handed it over to my aunt for safekeeping, but I didn't expect my parents to even let go of the small money, so they searched the money directly.

  So they are turning their grief and anger into strength at this time, holding a stick and writing on the ground fiercely.

Man Bao rushed up, and saw that Da Ya was writing on the ground with a fire stick. What she wrote was slightly black. She had already discovered that Da Ya and Er Ya like to write with burnt sticks. They also I think the words written in this way are clearer, so recently everyone writes like this.

  Man Bao thought it was a good idea. He went back to the house and took out a piece of paper. He wrote on the paper with Da Ya’s fire stick. The words were also black, but it was too big, waste paper.

  She was a little sorry, “If the fire stick is smaller, it’s only as big as the tip of a brush.

  Daya and Erya leaned forward and asked, "Sister, what are you going to do?"

  Man Bao told them about his plan and said, “At that time, let Brother Fifth bring a piece of charcoal, and you can record it directly on paper.”

"This is easy. It would be better if you only need a thinner stick to burn. The larger one can be split, but it's too dirty to handle." Er Ya said with a bit of disgust: "If Uncle Wu uses charcoal I don’t want to wash his clothes anymore."

  Da Ya said: "I don't want to either."

  Man Bao: "Then want something to wrap it up?"

   "Take a rag," Da Ya lowered her voice and said, "I know there are some smashed steps in my mother's box, so I can go and get a small piece out."

Erya thinks this is a good idea, and Man Bao also thinks it is feasible.

  Keke couldn’t help but said: "Host, you can try bamboo."

  Man Bao blinked, "Bamboo?"

Keke opened the mall to her and showed her the various pens in it, saying: "Although e-books will be developed in the future, even signing documents can be digitalized, but in order to exercise children's abilities, they still write by hand. It is one of the most important traditions, so there are all kinds of good-looking pens in the mall. Of course, I don’t recommend the host to buy and use it, but the host can refer to it."

  (End of this chapter)