Chapter 139

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

Zhou Silang didn't want to. On Friday, Zhou ran to block the door. Zhou LIULANG and Da touda looked at Zhou Silang covetously.

He was wronged. Everyone had money, but he didn't. when he went to the county, he could only watch if he wanted to buy a steamed stuffed bun.

Zhou Silang's eyes were red with injustice. He wiped his eyes, reached out his hand and took out all the copper plates in his pocket and patted them on man Bao's hand. Because there were too many copper plates, they fell down. He didn't clean them at once. He took them out three times in a row.

Da tou Da Ya and ER tou Er Ya immediately squatted down to pick it up.

Zhou sirang squatted on the ground and wiped his tears. He was very wronged.

Man Bao squatted opposite him and said, "fourth brother, if you do something wrong, you will be punished. We agreed early in the morning. You can't keep your word."

Zhou Si Lang pursed his lips and didn't speak. He was also a little guilty, but... Apologizing is very shameless.

He scratched the dirt on the ground and didn't speak.

Man Bao continued: "how can you withhold money without permission? Every time the fifth brother goes to the county, he takes back as much money as it should be. You still owe your family money. Don't you panic? Dad saved more private money than you did this time

Zhou Silang felt less uncomfortable in her chatter. They put the picked up copper plates on the bed and motioned man Bao to see them.

Don't say, there are quite a lot. Daya secretly said to man Bao, "there are 86 words."

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

Zhou sirang said, "just take it. How can I say it?"

"If you want to be embarrassed, say forget it. Anyway, my mother knows it."

Zhou sirang:

He didn't like to go. He felt too ashamed and ashamed.

Man Bao put the money in his hand and took his hand to the main room.

Qian's money box was confiscated and seemed to be waiting for them.

Zhou Silang was so guilty that he didn't dare to lift his head. He went to his mother and handed in his money bag with a snort. With a red face, he said, "Mom, this was forgotten just now."

Qian picked up the corner of her mouth, took the money bag, counted it, and the smile on her face was light. She thought that the child might intercept money, but she didn't think he would intercept so much.

She found a line and strung the copper plates one by one. She neither spoke nor let the two children go out. Even man Bao couldn't help sweating on his forehead.

Not to mention Thursday Lang, he was sweating all over. The fine sweat on his forehead soon soaked his hair. In fact, he was more afraid of his mother than his father.

Qian strung the eighty-six Wen and the previous loose money into a hundred Wen, tied it up and put it in the box. Then he counted ten Wen from the remaining loose money, thought about it, put back five Wen, handed it to Zhou Lang and said, "you have to sell things in the county every day. It's not good if you don't have any money. Now your sister-in-law is going to school to cook and can't make your dry food, There's no need to worry about the money in the old five's hand. You can take a few Wen with you. If you're hungry, buy a steamed stuffed bun in the county. "

Zhou Silang's eyes brightened, happily took the money and smiled, "don't worry, I will sell all the ginger in my field and sell it at a good price."

Qian smiled and nodded, "OK, go. When you pay off your family's debts, the family's money will be enough to marry you a daughter-in-law. Take the rest of the money yourself. You can't be extravagant after you get married."

Zhou Silang happily responded, turned his head, winked at man Bao and went out.

Man Bao wiped the sweat on his forehead and exhaled. She leaned on her mother and looked at her.

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

"Mother, is this just a stick and a sweet jujube?"

Qian was slightly stunned, and then touched her head and nodded with a smile. "Yes, your fourth brother is mixed. He doesn't remember to eat or fight. He obviously remembers to eat more than fight, but he can't give too many benefits."

Qian touched the little girl's head and felt a little sad. Man Bao became smarter and smarter, especially after reading. This is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing.

There are some reasons. She fell countless times and didn't understand it until she was old. She knew it at a young age. This can make her take fewer 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 brothers and let them take it to keep accounts."

Qian smiled, "where can they remember things?"

"Yes, yes. Although the fifth brother doesn't recognize many words, he can write all the numbers. Just remember the numbers. How many kilograms he sold for the first time and how much he got. This is the account book. When we come back, we'll know all the money."

Qian thought, "this method is good, but the pen and ink are valuable. They can't run around the street with them."

Man Bao also thought hard. A moment later, she turned her eyes and ran out of the house. Daya, their remaining money had just been searched by their parents. They were going to keep it for shopping. The big money was kept by their sister-in-law, but unexpectedly, their parents didn't let go of the small money and directly searched the money.

So they were turning grief and anger into strength and writing hard on the ground with a stick.

Man Bao rushed up and saw that Daya was writing on the ground with a fire stick. What she wrote was slightly black. She had long found that Daya and Erya liked to write with a burned stick. They also felt that the words written in this way were clearer, so everyone wrote like this recently.

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

She regretted, "if only the fire stick were a little smaller, it would be as big as the tip of a brush.

Daya and Erya came up and asked, "aunt, what are you doing?"

Man Bao told them his plan and said, "let the fifth brother bring a piece of charcoal and keep accounts on paper."

"It's easy. It's better to burn it with a thinner stick. The big one can be split, but it's too dirty to take." Erya said, "if Uncle Wu puts charcoal on him, I don't want to wash his clothes."

Daya said, "I don't want to."

Man Bao: "do you want something to wrap it up?"

"Want rags," Daya said in a low voice. "I know there are some rags in my mother's box. You can take a small piece out."

Erya thinks it's a good idea, and manbao thinks it's feasible.

Koko couldn't help but say, "host, you can try bamboo."

Man Bao blinked, "bamboo?"

Koko opened the mall for her and showed her all kinds of pens inside. He said: "although e-books are very developed in the future, and even signing documents can be electronic, handwritten writing is still one of the most important traditions in order to exercise children's ability, so there are all kinds of good-looking pens in the mall. Of course, I don't recommend the host to buy and use them, But the host can refer to it. "