Chapter 140 Charcoal

  Da-Ya and Er-Ya got busy, lighted a fire in the kitchen, and burned sticks, while Man Bao squatted on the ground, sinking their consciousness into the system to study the pen.

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 making them out of bamboo. Keke mentioned it. Now look at these pen tubes, she just I probably know how to do it.

  The most indispensable thing in Zhou’s family is bamboo, which is cut into strips, freshly cut, and dried.

  Man Bao rushed into the wood house with his big head and two heads to find a suitable bamboo, and soon he chopped several pieces out.

  Waiting for the little Qian and the others to come back from the vegetable garden, the hands, faces, and bodies of the children were all black. As soon as the little Qian called Man Bao, the children all looked up at the door.

  Then the four middle-aged women in the family fell silent for a while, and three of them rushed directly at them, picking up their sticks and pumping them.

   Zhou Xi who was left behind:...

  Man Bao was terrified. Seeing her sister-in-law stretched out her hand to beat her, she immediately threw down something and jumped up, turned around and fled into the house.

  After a while, Qian’s humming sounded in the room, followed by Man Bao’s cries.

  After hitting the children, the little Qianshi and the two wives still have to boil water to bathe them.

  There are so many children, of course, it is impossible to wash them one by one. Anyway, they have already been washed once, so it is only for the boys and the girls to wash them again, wipe their faces, hands and feet clean, and then put them in clothes.

  There are not many clothes at home, that is, children, so there are two more sets. The clothes are washed more once and the clothes will break faster, so Xiao Qian’s face is very stinky.

Man Bao looked at his sister-in-law with a guilty conscience, and whispered to her that they were making pens, not a fool, and that Xiao Qian’s face looked better, and then said: "In the future, when your brothers come back and let them do something like this, you are really brave. If it’s big enough, I’ll use the knife, what if I chop my hand?"

After talking about Manbao, Xiao Qian went to Thu Lang and Fri Lang Sat Lang, and taught them: "The adults in the family are not at home, and the mother is not in good health. The three of you don’t know you are at home looking at the children, so let them hold knives. play……"

   Chu Lang happily holding Wu Wenqian lying on the bed:...

  Because of being too tired, Zhou Lang, who was already sleeping with the quilt, looked at his sister-in-law blankly, but Zhou Lang was not at home just now, so he went out to play with his friends.

Zhou Dalang and the others had eaten dinner, and after scouring the rest of the money from the children, they went out to chop bamboo. When they came back, they heard that the children not only moved their knives at home, but also burned the fire. They immediately said " Deserve it".

  However, Tue Lang still helped them make the so-called charcoal. He has always been dexterous, and even the few women in the family can’t match him.

He also burned a lot of spare charcoal sticks for them. Because a few children used to play with charcoal sticks, it was dark, so he also cut off a wider diabolo and covered the charcoal pen heads when they needed to be used. Just pull it out again, it's almost like a stopper.

  The remaining charcoal strips, he put them in a cloth bag and handed them to Man Bao and asked, "What do you want this thing for, your pen and ink are used up?"

   "This is not for me, it is for Brother Five." Man Bao took out a piece of white paper and wrote on it, and found that the words were still a bit big, but it was much better than before.

  Tuesday Lang also felt that the writing was a waste of paper, so he picked up a knife and carefully sharpened the charcoal strips a little bit, so that he was slightly sideways, and the writing was much smaller.

  Man Bao was happy, took it and ran to find Zhou Lang, and taught him how to keep accounts.

  Thursday Lang was already lying in bed and was about to fall asleep. Hearing this, he couldn't help but get up and asked: "You want to keep my account?"

   "Yes," Man Baoli said for granted: "Not only your account, but also the accounts of the fifth brother and eldest sister who will go out in the future will be recorded, and the money will be distributed to us when we come back."

   "Oh." Chu Lang lay down again. He remembered that the **** seeds in the eldest sister's field were also made of treasures. The fifth and youngest and the others also worked hard, as if they had agreed to divide them.

Feeling that he was not treated differently, he was satisfied, lying on the bed and falling asleep again, but Man Bao pulled him up and said: "Fourth brother, you also get up and listen. You can teach him how to write."

  Thursday, Lang's head became big, and said: "The fifth person can't write, so I can't write."

  Friday Lang laughed loudly and said to Man Bao: “Man Bao, don’t force the fourth brother. He just lay down and fell asleep when he went back to the house before. He has never studied, and he does not know how to write as much as I do.”

  Man Bao looked at Chu Lang disgustingly, and then went on to teach Zhou Lang, and also specially wrote an account for him as a reference, and asked him to write it like this tomorrow.

  Friday Lang said that there is no problem, he can write numbers, Jin and Wen can also write, he thinks there will be no problems.

  Man Bao ran back to the room with a kick, took out four large papers from the box, folded them into four, cut them with a knife and sew a few stitches for Xiao Qian, and a small book was born.

  Man Bao handed the book to Wu Wu Lang. Zhou Xi happened to come to them. She wanted them to help her carry a basket of **** tomorrow. Even if it can’t be retailed, it’s better to give it to the grocery store at a cheaper price.

  Man Bao encouraged Zhou Xi, “Sister, you go with them. Anyway, there is no farming work at home now, so you can gain knowledge even if you go out for a walk.”

   Zhou Xi hesitated, "Is this not good, right?"

   "What's wrong, there are fourth and fifth brothers to take care of you."

On Thursday Lang got up and got up from the bed, followed by agitation, "Sister, you can go with us. You don’t know, some people are very particular about it. If you are not willing to open the door, you are different. You are a woman. When you call the door, people should be less wary."

   "Yeah, yeah," Man Bao followed the temptation and said, "Big sister, a catty sold to the grocery store only has 35 essays, but there are forty-seven essays sold in bulk, which is a full 12 sen."

  Sure enough, Zhou Xi felt distressed when she heard it, "Okay, I will go with you tomorrow."

  Man Bao smiled, and said to Wu Wu Lang: "Fifth brother, remember to write down the eldest sister’s account as well and keep separate records."

   Zhou Xi was confused, "What account?"

   "The account of selling ginger, write it down in this way, and when you come back and compare it, you can know if the money was collected incorrectly. We also know how much money we made."

   Zhou Xi smiled and said: "Yaomei knows a lot, and the eldest sister is illiterate, then let the old five remember."

  Man Bao said: "Sister, let us know the characters together, I will teach you to write your own name."

   "I'm so old and still read?"

  (End of this chapter)