After Man Bao said goodbye to everyone with a small bookcase on his back and ran away, Uncle Qian finally looked away and asked Lao Zhoutou, "What happened to the farm that Shiro was talking about just now?"

"Oh, Man Bao and two of her classmates made it so that our family gave them twenty acres of land and a mountain to manage." Old Zhou paused and said, "The young master from Mr. Bai's family gave us a hundred acres of land."

land."

Uncle Qian: "Then the sale of wheat seeds this time was also decided by Manbao?"

Old Zhou nodded and did not 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."

Man Bao's nominal father:...

Uncle Qian said, "She's much better than her father. At this time, her father only goes up trees to touch bird eggs and goes down rivers to catch fish. How can he get such a big business?"

Man Bao's life experience is not a secret in Qili Village, nor is it a secret in the Qian family.

How can they not know whether their aunt is pregnant or not?

However, no one in Qianjia Village knew about it. After all, Zhou Yin's return was sudden and the time was short. The Qian family had not had time to publicize it.

Today, not only the old Zhou family and the Qian family were worried, but the three children were also restless as if there were needles sticking under their butts.

Sitting in front of the desk, I couldn't help but look out.

Mr. Zhuang sat aside with a book and read it with gusto, seemingly unaware of the three children's distraction.

The three of them glanced at Mr. Zhuang, then at Mr. Zhuang, and when they saw that he still didn't move, they couldn't help but pouted.

As soon as Man Bao lowered his head, he saw his slightly distorted words, and his mood became even worse.

She threw the blurred calligraphy aside and spent a while grinding the ink unhappily before picking up the pen and continuing to practice calligraphy.

She wrote several articles but they were not satisfactory, but her heart slowly calmed down and she no longer kept thinking about wheat seeds.

As soon as my heart calmed down, the expression on my face calmed down, my eyes became brighter, the movements of my hands became calmer, and my handwriting gradually became better.

Bai Shanbao on the side was more agitated than her, and it took a long time for him to slowly calm down. In comparison, Bai Erlang seemed much normal.

He has always been a little unable to sit still, and today was no exception. However, after discovering that his husband was ignoring them as usual, apparently not showing up for morning classes or leaving the house because he couldn't write well, he entered meditation at about the same speed as before.

, and began to write slowly.

After a while, Mr. Zhuang put down the book and nodded while looking at the three children who were already immersed in writing.

Not bad, not bad, Mr. Zhuang picked up the book again with satisfaction.

After the three children completed today's calligraphy practice task, Mr. Zhuang said: "You can read the morning lesson. I will check your recitation later. There will be no new lessons today. After the morning lesson, bring paper, pen and math with you."

Go to Baizhai with the chips, and you will try to do this business with the chips today."

The three of them stood up together, then sat down and took out their textbooks.

A text must not only be previewed before Mr. Zhuang starts his lecture, but also be read and understood repeatedly during class. There are also related assignments after class, which must be reviewed.

So basically, after the class, Bai Shanbao and Manbao can basically memorize the text. Generally, they can read it a few times by themselves after dinner.

Bai Shanbao also took care of reading many extracurricular readings, and occasionally secretly read the story books he bought from the county town;

Man Bao, on the other hand, has to go to the teaching room to learn medical skills before going to bed, so he has a full schedule.

But reciting is not difficult for them.

Mr. Zhuang also knew this, so he only listened to them recite it once and then let it go. In comparison, Bai Erlang was in a worse situation.

Not only did he have to recite, Mr. Zhuang would occasionally interrupt him to give some explanations, and then continue reciting when he had an answer.

This was a great torture for Bai Erlang.

Because if you are carrying a book, you will be interrupted. It is very difficult to carry it back again!!!

But since the small class was opened, this kind of thing happened from time to time, and Bai Erlang was used to it.

Although his heart still gets high every time he is called upon and stands up, he is no longer as scared as he was at the beginning.

If you can’t answer it, then you can’t answer it. If you can’t memorize it, then you can’t memorize it. At worst, you’ll cry secretly afterward.

Both Bai Shanbao and Manbao expressed sympathy for him, so they helped him with extra lessons after class. They also kindly provided many good ways to memorize quickly.

Of course, this was done by Manbao, because Bai Shanbao said: "You can memorize it after reading it a few times."

Although Manbao thought so too, she had Keke, and a search in the encyclopedia revealed a lot of such information. Obviously, Bai Erlang was not the only one who was so troubled.

So Manbao very considerately spent a few points to borrow it, and then copied it down with a pen.

She thinks the contents are quite easy to understand, and there is no need to buy the whole book for it. It costs about ten points, which is very expensive.

Bai Shanbao also read the various methods of quick memorization copied by Man Bao, and figured out several similar or new methods.

The three of them experimented together for three months and found that it actually had some effect.

They didn't know whether it was of any use to Bai Erlang, but they felt that they could carry things faster.

Although it's only a little faster.

After the random inspection of Bai Erlang (not), Mr. Zhuang waved his hand generously and said: "Take your calculations and let's go."

The three of them cheered lowly, put the textbooks, pens, ink, paper and inkstones into the small book box and left.

When the group arrived at Bai's house, Mr. Bai had already arrived early, and Zhuangtou Bai was also there. He was taking two long-term workers and the servants of the Bai family to move the wheat out of the house.

Master Bai asked the three children, "Do you weigh it directly, or open the grain bag and measure it with a bucket?"

The three of them said in unison: "We listen to you."

Mr. Bai smiled and said: "If I were doing this business with others, I would naturally weigh it by measures, but with you, okay, I will be generous today, half by weighing and half by measures. It will be 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 would be troublesome to use a measuring stick, and promised us to use a weighing scale?"

Mr. Bai smiled and said: "Really? Why don't I remember it? Is it written in the document?"

The three children were stunned. There was nothing written in the paperwork, but wasn't that what they discussed last night?

The three of them were all confused. Could it be that they all remembered it wrong together?

Mr. Zhuang glanced at them and said: "This is your first assignment today. On your paperwork, it is written that one pound is twelve and a half cents, and there is also a note at the back that one pound is one hundred and fifty cents. So what exactly is it?

Do you use a bucket to measure or weigh?"
Chapter completed!