Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 32 Spreading Money

   While it was not dark, Man Bao dragged a bag to pad it on the ground, poured out all the copper plates in the cloth bag and counted them, and then took out the copper coins and silver nuggets from his cloth pocket.

  Everyone opened their mouths wide. Although they knew they made a lot of money, they didn’t know that they had made so much.

  Zhou Dalang and Tue Lang have always known, so the fright is still limited, but Wednesday Lang and Thursday Lang couldn't help but stare at Man Bao who was squatting on the ground and counting money with their parents.

  Wu Lang found the string for stringing money, and then everyone started counting the money.

  While Shirirang can barely count to a hundred, he always makes mistakes, so he counts ten to ten, and counts them in a pile. When the time comes, he counts out ten piles, and that is one hundred texts.

  Man Bao despised him very much and asked him to string money behind and count it himself.

  Large heads and they followed to join in the fun, and followed the one, two, three, and four readings. The big number reached twenty and it was chaotic. After a while, they couldn't help shouting seventeen, and then another twenty-two.

  Man Bao did not seem to be affected at all, and counted down.

  Lao Zhoutou sat aside, touched the little shredded tobacco around his waist that he was not willing to smoke, and squeezed out a handful of it and put it in the cigarette stick to light it.

  He just looked at Man Bao and didn't know what he was thinking.

  Man Bao successfully counted to one hundred, pushed all the money to the fifth brother, and then counted again, and Saturday Lang also pinched a rope and waited behind it.

  The big head and others followed to join in the fun, while following the count of Manbao's fifteen and sixteen, while secretly trying to find the money.

  A lot of money, it’s okay to touch it.

  Manbao quickly figured out the money.

  Plus the ten-wen deposit given by Fu Wenyun, the total is two hundred and seventy.

  She took out the broken silver horn and asked Qian to help her weigh the total amount.

  Qian said with a smile, "Three cents and four cents, it counts as three hundred and forty texts."

  Everyone screamed, Man Bao smashed his fingers and counted. She was sweating profusely. Everyone didn't help her, just watched her calculate where seventy plus forty equals.

  For a long time, Man Bao just figured it out, and shouted: "It's six hundred and ten texts."

  Qian nodded with a smile, "So how much do you want to pay to the public school?"

  Let Man Bao count out of thin air, of course, can’t be counted. She scratched her head, and finally asked Datou and Ertou to help her find six big rocks and six small rocks.

   put the six big stones in a row, pointed and said: "This is a hundred essays, I want to give my mother 60 essays..."

  Man Bao put a small stone in front of the big stone and said, "This is sixty essays."

"This is also one hundred essays, and I have to give my mother sixty essays... a total of six sixty essays," Man Bao counted, adding one by one, and finally patted his hand and said: "Three hundred and sixty essays, Just give Niang six pennies."

  Man Bao gave the shredded silver horn to the Qian, and counted twenty-six essays from the scattered copper plates to her, which was considered to be handed over to the public.

  The rest of the money is theirs, and there are a total of two hundred and forty-four articles.

  Man Bao called all the little friends who had contributed to her to his side, counted the heads, and a generous person gave them ten cents.

   Including Lao Zhou Tou and Qian Clan who helped her make bamboo baskets, this is the eighty essay.

  Considering that today, Da Ya Er Ya and the fifth and sixth elder brothers accompanied her to the county seat, and they also exerted a lot of effort, and another person gave them ten texts.

  Everyone looked at Man Bao, who was making money around the house, and the children had to look at their parents before receiving the money.

  Seeing that Man Bao was distributing money like this, Zhou Dalang and the others subconsciously wanted to refuse, but they thought about it again, then, wouldn’t the money come out of Man Bao’s hands?

  So they cheered up again and motioned for them to answer.

  It’s impossible to grab money from Manbao, but it doesn’t matter if you **** it from your own children. He even joined in the fun, "Manbao, we also helped with your bamboo basket. Don’t we have any money?"

  Man Bao thought about it, so he also sent money back to his three brothers. When he turned around and saw the sister-in-laws, he felt that they were also working hard, so he sent them a trip too.

The stringed money was all scattered again. In the end, there were only sixty-four essays left in Man Bao’s hands. She didn’t care, she filled her pocket happily, and found that her pocket was too small, and she discussed it with the little Qian family. "Sister-in-law, you can help me make the cloth pockets on my clothes bigger, because it will cost more to install."

He's needlework is the best. She smiled: "Sister, you are so small, no matter how big the cloth pocket is, it will not be as big as the cloth pocket. I will make a cloth bag for you, just like a purse ."

  Man Bao was happy, "Okay, okay." She rolled her eyes and said, "I want to design the style by myself."

  He responded with a smile, and collected the ten money that Man Bao gave her. Last time, in order to pay Thu Lang's gambling debt, all the money in each house was taken out, and finally there was an income.

  Although Manbao still has a lot of money left in his hand, compared with the 600-plus before, these 64 essays are no longer in the eyes of adults.

  They also knew that it was impossible to take over the money from her, so everyone took aim at their sons and daughters.

  Lao Zhoutou first looked at Wushu Lang and Zhou Lang and took a puff of smoke comfortably: "You two can leave two pennies, and let your mother collect the rest for you, and you will use it to marry your wives in the future."

   Zhou Dalang also said to Datou and Da Ya: "Let your mother take it for you, and buy you new clothes in the future."

  Tuesday Lang also looked at their two children and coaxed: "Come on, Dad will take it for you, and I will buy you sweets later."

  The children held the coins tightly, wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

  The only people who didn't get the money were Chu Lang and the three small beans.

  Man Bao’s eyes fell on the fourth elder brother, and quickly slid over him, and then took out three pennies to divide among three heads, four heads, and three girls, and said generously: "Sister gave it to you."

  The three little peas rushed to catch them. The milky voice of milk and Man Bao said, "Congratulations, sister-in-law to get rich."

  It's full of treasures.

  Thursday Lang squatted aside, almost crying, Man Bao squatted beside him, and said with a sigh: "Four brother, you are still a bad guy now, so I can't give you money."

   On Thursday, Lang Hong asked her with an eye on her, "Am I not your brother, why am I a bad person?"

   "The gamblers are all bad guys," Man Bao said affirmatively: "As long as the people who have reformed and reformed, they may be likable, otherwise everyone will hate you."

For the first time, Chu Lang lowered his head and squatted silently on the ground. When everyone had it, but he didn't, he finally realized the different treatment he received because of gambling. Red, whispered: "I, I know I was wrong."

"It's great, then keep going, let your parents and brothers and sisters see your sincerity," Man Bao patted him on the shoulder like his second brother, and asked: "How has the wasteland been opened? ?"

  Thursday Lang sighed and said: "It should be possible to drive out before winter."

  Man Bao said: "Tomorrow I will help you."

  Don’t, she got rid of the blind command, he couldn’t see her use. On Thursday Lang said boredly: "Aren't you going to the school tomorrow?"

   "Go, but I can go for a walk in the field first, and then go to school with my sister-in-law."

  Man Bao has not yet become a student consciously. He feels that he is free to come and go, and he can do whatever he wants as before.

  　 Some kids guessed it right. The one last night was for Moyan’s baby pig. This chapter is for book friends who are half sunny. I wish their babies healthy and beautiful.

  　　 I heard that babies born in the Year of the Pig are very blessed.

  (End of this chapter)