Chapter 140

Daya and Erya get busy and burn sticks in the kitchen. Man Bao squats on the ground and sinks his consciousness into the pen found in the system.

She can't chat with the sellers in the mall, but the product page is very detailed. If she only looks at these pen tubes, she can't think of using bamboo, but Keke mentioned it. If she looks at these pen tubes again, she probably knows how to do it.

The most important thing for the Zhou family is bamboo, which is cut into strips, just cut back, and dried.

Man Bao rushed into the wood house with big head and two heads to find the right bamboo, and soon cut several sections out.

When little Qian came back from the garden, the children were all black on their hands, faces and bodies. As soon as little Qian called manbao, the children looked up at the door.

Then the four middle-aged women in the family were silent. Three rushed directly at them, picked up a stick and smoked.

Zhou Xi left behind:

Man Bao was frightened. Seeing that his sister-in-law was going to beat her, she immediately threw down something and jumped up, turned and fled to the house.

After a while, Qian's scolding sounded in the room, followed by man Bao's crying.

After beating the children, little Qian and his two sisters in law still had to boil water to bathe them.

Of course, it is impossible for so many children to wash one by one. Anyway, they have already washed once. They simply wash the boys and girls, wipe their faces, hands and feet, and change their clothes.

There are not many clothes at home, that is, children, so there are two more sets. The clothes will break faster if they are washed more than once, so little Qian's face is very smelly.

Man Bao looked at his sister-in-law with a guilty heart and whispered to her that they were going to make a pen, not mischief. Little Qian's face looked better. Then he said, "when your brothers come back and let them do it, you are really brave enough to cut yourself. What if you cut your hands?"

With man Bao finished, Xiao Qian went to find Thursdays Lang and Fridays Lang and zhouliulang and taught them a lesson: "the adults at home are not at home, and my mother is not in good health. You three don't know how to look at some children at home, so let them play with knives..."

Zhou Siro, who is happily holding five Wen money in bed:

Because he was too tired, Wu Lang, who had been sleeping with a quilt, looked at his sister-in-law blankly. Zhou LIULANG was not at home just now. He went out to play with his little friends.

After eating dinner, Zhou Dalang and the children searched the rest of the money from their hands and went out to cut bamboo. As soon as they came back, they heard that the children not only moved a knife at home, but also burned a fire. They immediately said "deserved it".

However, Zhou Erlang helped them make the so-called charcoal pen. He was always skillful, that is, several women in his family couldn't compare with him.

He also burned a lot of spare charcoal bars for them. Because the charcoal bars were black before several children played, he also cut a wider section of diabolo, covered the charcoal pen head, and then removed it when they needed it, which was almost like a plug.

He put the remaining carbon strips in a cloth bag, gave them to man Bao and asked, "what do you want this for? You've run out of pen and ink?"

"This is not for me, it's for brother five." Man Bao took out a piece of white paper and wrote it. He found that the word was still a little big, but it was much better than before.

Zhou Erlang also felt that the words were big waste paper, so he picked up the knife and carefully sharpened the carbon strip a little. In this way, he was slightly sideways, and the words he wrote were much smaller.

Man Bao gets happy, takes it and runs to Wulang to teach him how to keep accounts.

Zhou Silang was already going to sleep in bed. Hearing this, he couldn't help getting up and asked, "do you want to record my account?"

"Yes," man Baoli said of course, "not only your account, but also the accounts of the fifth brother and eldest sister when they go out, and they will give us money when they come back."

"Oh." Zhou Silang lay down again. He remembered that the ginger seeds in the eldest sister's field were also produced by man Bao, and the old five made efforts, as if they had agreed to share them at that time.

He felt that he was not treated differently. He was satisfied. He lay in bed and was sleepy. Man Bao pulled him up and said, "brother four, you can also get up and listen. If brother five can't write, you can teach him."

On Thursday, Lang's head was big and said, "old five can't write, so I can't write."

On Friday, Lang laughed and said to man Bao, "man Bao, don't force his fourth brother. Before he came back to the house, he just lay down and slept. He hasn't reviewed it. He doesn't know as many words as I do."

Man Bao looked at Lang on Thursday and then continued to teach Lang on Friday. He also specially wrote an account for him as a reference and asked him to write it tomorrow.

On Friday, Lang said there was no problem. He could write all the numbers and Jin Hewen. He thought there would be no problem.

Man Bao ran back to the room, took out four pieces of paper from the box, folded them into four pieces, cut them with a knife, sewed them for Xiao Qian, and a small book was born.

Man Bao gives Wu Wulang the account book. Zhou Xi happens to come to them. She wants them to carry a basket of ginger for her tomorrow. Even if it can't be retailed, it's good to give it to the grocery store cheaper.

Man Bao encouraged Zhou Xi, "elder sister, you go with them. Anyway, there is no farm work at home now. You can have a long experience if you go out."

Zhou Xi hesitated, "isn't that good?"

"What's wrong? There are four brothers and five brothers to take care of you."

Zhou Silang got up from bed and encouraged him, "elder sister, just go with us. You don't know. Some people pay special attention to it. We go to call the door. They see that we are half a boy and don't like to open the door. You're different. You're a woman. If you go to call the door, they'll be less wary."

"Yes, yes," man Bao followed the temptation. "Sister, it's only thirty-five Wen for a kilo sold to the grocery store, but it's forty-seven Wen for bulk sale, which is twelve Wen more."

Sure enough, Zhou Xi was distressed. "OK, I'll go with you tomorrow."

Man Bao smiled and said to Wu Lang, "brother five, remember to write down the eldest sister's account and write it down separately."

Zhou Xi was confused, "what account?"

"Write down the account of selling ginger in this way. When you come back, you will know whether you have received the money wrong and how much money you have made."

Zhou Xi said with a smile, "I still know more about younger sister Yao. Elder sister can't read. Let old five remember at that time."

Man Bao said, "sister, you can read with us. I'll teach you to write your name."

"I'm so old that I can still read?"