Chapter 140 Charcoal Pen
Daya and Erya got busy, lighting a fire in the kitchen and burning sticks, while Man Bao squatted on the ground and sank his consciousness into the system to study the pens found.
She can't chat with the sellers in the mall, but the product pages are very detailed. If she just looked at these pen tubes, she would never have thought that they were made of bamboo, but Keke mentioned it. Now, when she looks at these pen tubes, she will Probably know how to do it.
The most important thing in the Zhou family is bamboo, which is cut into strips, freshly chopped, and dried.
Man Bao rushed into the woodshed with the big head and the second head to find suitable bamboo, and chopped several pieces out in a short while.
When Mrs. Qian and the others came back from the vegetable garden, the hands, faces, and bodies of several children were all black. As soon as Mrs. Qian called Man Bao, the children all looked up at the door.
Then the four middle-aged women in the family were silent for a while, and three of them charged directly at them, picking up sticks and pumping.
Zhou Xi, who was left behind: …
Man Bao was terrified. Seeing that the elder sister-in-law reached out and wanted to beat her, she immediately dropped her things and jumped up, turned around and ran into the house.
After a while, Qian's scolding sounded in the room, followed by Man Bao's cries.
After beating the children, Xiao Qian and his two wives still had to boil water to bathe them.
Of course, with so many children, it is impossible to wash them one by one. Anyway, they have already washed them once, so I just washed the boys and girls one by one, wiped their faces, hands and feet clean, and then changed their clothes.
There are not many clothes in the house, that is, children, so there are only two more sets. The clothes are washed more quickly, and the clothes will deteriorate faster, so Xiao Qian's face is very smelly.
Man Bao looked at the sister-in-law with a guilty conscience, and told her in a low voice that they were going to write a pen, not a nonsense. This made Xiao Qian's face look better, and then said: "In the future, wait for your brothers to come back and let them do it, you guys are really courageous. If it is big enough, I will use the knife myself, what if I cut my hand?"
After talking about Manbao, the little Qian family went to Thursday Lang and Friday Lang and Saturday Lang again, and taught them: "The adults in the family are not at home, the mother is not in good health, and the three of you don't know how to watch some children at home, so let them hold the knife. play……"
Shirou, who was happily lying on the bed with the five cents in his hand: …
Because he was too tired, Wuwu Lang, who had already slept with the quilt, looked at his sister-in-law blankly, but Saturday Lang was not at home at all just now, so he went out to play with his friends.
Zhou Dalang and the others ate dinner and scavenged the remaining money from the children and went out to chop bamboo. When they came back, they heard that the children not only used knives, but also set fires at home, so they immediately said, " deserve it".
However, on Tuesday, Lang still helped them to make the so-called charcoal pen. He has always been skillful, even the few women in the family can't compare to him.
He also burned a lot of spare charcoal sticks for them, because the charcoal sticks were all black for a few children to play with before, so he also cut a wider diabolo, and covered the charcoal pen tip. Just open it again, it's almost like a stopper.
He put the remaining charcoal sticks in a cloth bag, handed it to Man Bao and asked, "What do you want this thing for, you've run out of ink?"
"This is not for me, it's for fifth brother." Man Bao took out a piece of white paper and wrote, and found that the words were still a bit large, but much better than before.
On Tuesday, Lang also felt that the words were too much waste paper, so he picked up the knife and carefully sharpened the charcoal rod a little bit, so that it was slightly sideways, and the words he wrote were much smaller.
Man Bao was happy, he took it and ran to find Wu Lang to teach him how to keep accounts.
Thursday Lang was lying in bed and was about to fall asleep. Hearing this, he couldn't help getting up and asked, "Do you want to record my account?"
"Yeah," Man Bao said as a matter of course: "Not only your account, but also the account of the fifth brother and the eldest sister going out in the future, and the money will be distributed to us when they come back."
"Oh." Thursday Lang lay down again, and he remembered that the ginger seeds in the eldest sister's field were also full of treasures, and the fifth and the others also worked hard, as if they had agreed to divide them at that time.
Feeling that he was not treated differently, he was satisfied, lay on the bed and fell asleep again, but Man Bao pulled him up and said, "Fourth brother, you should also get up and listen, in case fifth brother has any questions. You can teach him what you write."
On Thursday, Lang's head was big, and he said, "The fifth one can't write, so I can't write anymore."
Friday Lang laughed and said to Man Bao, "Man Bao, don't force fourth brother. He used to lie down and fall asleep as soon as he returned to the house. He has never reviewed it before. He knows more words than I do."
Man Bao gave Zhou Lang a disgusted look, then continued to teach Wu Zhou, and even wrote an account for him as a reference, so that he could write like this tomorrow.
Friday Lang said that there is no problem, he can write the numbers, Jin and Wen can also write, he thinks there will be no problem.
Man Bao hurriedly ran back to the room, took out four large sheets of paper from the box, folded them into four pieces, cut them with a knife, and sewed a few stitches for Xiao Qian, and a small book was born.
Man Bao handed over the account book to Lang Wu, and Zhou Xi happened to be looking for them. She wanted them to carry a basket of gingers for her tomorrow. Even if it could not be retailed, it would be better to give it to the grocery store at a cheaper price.
However, Man Bao encouraged Zhou Xi, "Eldest sister, you can go with them. Anyway, there is no farm work at home right now. You can learn a lot when you go out for a walk."
Zhou Xi hesitated, "Is this not good?"
"What's wrong, there are fourth and fifth brothers to take care of you."
Zhou Lang was refreshed, got up from the bed, and followed the agitation, "Eldest sister, you can go with us, you don't know, some people are very particular, we go to call the door, they see that we are half-eldest, all Not willing to open the door, you are different, you are a woman, go to the door, people should be less wary."
"Yes, yes," Man Bao followed and seduced, "Eldest sister, it's only thirty-five cents a pound for a grocery store, but forty-seven cents for a loose sale, a full twelve cents more."
Sure enough, Zhou Xi felt distressed when he heard it, "Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."
Man Bao smiled and said to Wu Wu Lang: "Fifth brother, remember to write down the account of the eldest sister and keep it separate."
Zhou Xi was confused, "What account?"
"The account of selling Jiang is recorded in this way, and when we come back and compare, we will know whether the money was collected in error, and we have a good idea of how much money we made."
Zhou Xi smiled and said, "The younger sister still knows a lot, and the older sister is illiterate, so let the fifth one memorize it then."
Man Bao said: "Big sister, you can read with us, and I will teach you to write your own name."
"I'm so old and still literate?"
