Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Chapter 97: Unable to hold the idea

The Laudings went to work after dinner and rest for a while.

Man Bao and the others are habitually sleepy at noon, but at this time, the cold wind is howling, and there is no cover here, so they can't take a nap.

So after the three children yawned twice in turn, Wu Lang wiped their faces with cold water, and instantly became refreshed.

Friday Lang smiled and asked, "Are we going home?"

"No," Man Bao finally remembered the serious business, "We haven't finished asking people yet."

Friday Lang scratched his head and said, "Okay, then we'll stay here with you."

"Fifth brother, go and fetch water and come back to burn it," Man Bao suggested, "the bones at the bottom of the kettle will still taste a little when boiled..."

Wu Wulang was stunned, and quickly said: "Manbao, we can't be so unkind, we've been through it once."

"It's not for selling soup, it's free for them to drink." Man Bao said, "I've eaten this at noon, and there's dinner, so I can't let the third brother drink cold water for dinner, anyway, a bowl of hot soup is Burn it, a pot of hot soup is also burned, so you can burn it for them to drink."

Friday Lang breathed a sigh of relief, "This is not difficult, just hit the water to make a fire."

It's all firewood anyway, so when you light it, you burn it.

But he was reluctant to put the salt, it was expensive.

Friday Lang took Saturday Lang to look for firewood, while Man Baoze and Bai Shanbao continued to collect and ask. With so many people, they recorded two thick booklets, and planned to sort them out when they went back, and then when Mr. returned, they could ask Mr. about the article. how to write.

After asking the people, Man Bao finally had time to observe their work. She was very curious, why did you dig ditches on both sides of the official road? Where would the water in the ditch finally flow? If the ditch was dug out What if there is not enough soil to fill the pit on the official road?

In the future, if the road is broken again, who will repair it?

All kinds of small problems kept coming, and knowing that they would not dig roads tomorrow, but instead dig water conservancy, Man Bao was very excited, and said that she would come to see the fun tomorrow, oh, no, it was learning.

Wu Wulang filled the kettle with water, closed the lid and set it on fire. Man Bao and Bai Shanbao were sitting in front of the stove, roasting the fire, looking at the things they had recorded, and they were discussing how to organize them.

Man Bao said: "It's best to write them into small stories, and you can read them as storybooks before going to bed."

Bai Shanbao didn't agree, "I've written it down. I don't want to read it anymore, so I can just write an article."

"We wrote it down, but Mr. didn't read it."

"Just show the booklet to your husband. Why do you have to organize it?" Bai Shanbao said, holding up his small hand, "You don't know how to write, so I have to write it all by myself, my hands are very tired."

"Let Bai Er help you."

Bai Erlang refused without thinking: "No help!"

Man Bao felt a little regretful, so he said to Bai Shanbao, "Don't worry, I'll write with you when my words are finished."

"When will your handwriting be ready?"

Man Bao was full of confidence, "It's coming, it's coming."

Anyway, she is not short of paper now. She bought a lot of paper in the mall last time. She decided to practice calligraphy seriously when she went back. With her ingenuity, she will soon learn it.

Bai Shanbao was very skeptical about this, because he practiced calligraphy every day, and it took him a long time to learn it.

Wu Friday, regardless of the two children, turned off the fire when the soup boiled, and only kept some charcoal at the bottom of the kettle so that the boiled water would not get cold.

As soon as the bell rang for dinner, Saturday Lang went to greet everyone to come and make hot soup. When they learned that the soup was free this time, the Laodings were all happy and took their own bowls to serve the soup. Some people He also ran back to the thatched hut to get the bamboo tube he brought, emptied the cold water stored in it, and ran to fill it with hot water.

They decided to stuff the bamboo tube into the quilt, so that they might be able to drink warm water after nightfall.

Shuron also comes with a bamboo tube.

Wu Wulang filled him with a bamboo tube and whispered: "Third brother, we will come back tomorrow, you can leave the dry food, and let me take the rest back. I will let my sister-in-law reheat it tomorrow. Bring it back to you."

Zhou Lang had no objection, and went back to the thatched hut to fetch all his remaining dry food, leaving only one cake, and Wu Zhou Lang took the rest back.

Because there was a donkey cart, it was still early for them to return to the village today. Man Bao handed over the bookcase containing the booklets and ink to Bai Shanbao and said, "I'll find you when I get home for dinner, and we'll discuss it together. a bit."

Bai Shanbao really didn't want to write, but nodded, "Okay."

He looked around and whispered to Man Bao: "Remember to bring candy, I like that kind of red candy."

Man Bao also lowered his voice and said to him, "Don't tell anyone."

She only eats that kind of candy, and it is not the color that she usually gives to others, because it is too unlike the candy that can be made in this era.

Fortunately, Bai Shanbao is relatively stupid and lacks knowledge, so he doesn't understand, and Manbao is still willing to share good things with good friends.

Man Bao also asked Bai Shanbao in a low voice, "You remember to bring sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and chestnut cake as well."

Bai Shanbao said, "You can only choose one."

Man Bao swallowed his saliva, very confused, and finally made up his mind, "Then eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake today and chestnut cake tomorrow."

"Then I don't want the red candy tomorrow. Do you have the yellow one? I want the yellow one."

"Yes, I'll bring it to you."

So the two little friends were satisfied and said goodbye.

Daji stood under the car, smiling and watching the two children bite their ears in the car.

When Friday Lang saw that they had finally finished their whispers, he stepped forward and hugged his sister down, and waved goodbye to the two young masters of the Bai family.

When the third concubine of the Qian family heard the movement at the door, they ran out to see them. When they came back, they went to help lift the kettle and asked, "Has it been sold?"

Friday Lang nodded excitedly.

The Zhou family closed their doors to count the money.

Friday Lang took out the bag from the wooden barrel, opened the bag again, and poured out the copper plate inside.

The family looked at the small pile of copper plates in surprise, and Xiao Qian exclaimed, "How much money did you really make? How much did you spend on meat?"

Friday Lang settled the accounts for them. After coming down this trip, not counting the radishes and chopped green onions they brought home, they earned a total of 178 cents.

Even Thursul Lang couldn't help but covet, and wanted to play tricks and not go to Bai's house to build a house.

He looked at Man Bao baba, and felt that Yaomei was too partial. It was obvious that he and her were the best in the past.

Man Bao didn't realize the fourth brother's resentment. She was happily setting aside tomorrow's cost for the fifth brother. Seeing that she had set aside a hundred wen, the remaining money was only 60% of the handover. Qian couldn't help it. His eyebrows jumped and he asked, "Why do you need so much? Isn't it only twenty wen?"

Man Bao made a lot of sense, "Since we know how to make money, we'll buy more tomorrow, mother, you don't know how pitiful they are, the yamen only gave them one steamed bun, and there was no food to eat. My friend said that people don't eat vegetables. will get sick."

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