Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 54 Fighting Wisdom

Manbao ordered a bit, first input the blank paper, and came out a lot of various products, some of them looked at a large sheet of white paper similar to theirs here, and some were bound into a book, very beautiful book, and there was a use of one. It is packed in a very strange box. It says that it is printing paper. What surprised Man Bao the most is a colorful head portrait. It says that it is 8D printing paper, which can print anything. It is also the most expensive of the recommended papers. .

  Man Bao looked at it carefully, and wanted to buy it again, but when he was about to order it, Keke couldn't help flashing the medicine in her shopping cart to show her.

  Man Bao's little hand retracted.

  Although Keke wants to spend more money, it is not such a random consumption, he said: "With printing paper, you can't print things without a printer."

  Man Bao then retracted his little finger regretfully, but curiously said: "Really, as it says, can cars and clothes be made of paper?"

"It's printing paper," the system gave her popular science. "In the future, it is possible. Even materials can be printed on printing paper. In fact, the performance is the same, but it is strange that in recent years, humans do not like this method. We respect things made by manpower and raw materials."

  The main system does not prevent the sub-systems from spreading the future world like their respective hosts. In fact, this is also a means for the sub-systems to motivate the host.

  However, Manbao only listened to these things as stories. Keke said these were not to motivate Manbao, but simply because she wanted to hear them, so she said it.

  Manbao listened with gusto, and then came to the conclusion, “People in the future will not enjoy the blessings. Why do you have to do something that can be done with robots?”

Keke deeply believes it, but the relationship is very complicated. It feels that Man Bao’s little head cannot think about such advanced issues, so it didn’t continue discussing with her, seeing her eyes keep looking back and forth at those beautiful books. , Keke reminded: "Host, there are some differences in these texts, and these books are not what the current bookstore will do at first glance. I suggest that the host buy a sheet of white paper and then cut it out by himself."

That’s how it was said, but Manbao still couldn’t help it. He first bought a blank paper and put it in the system. Then he went to look at those amazing little books, and found that a page was buy one get one free. Expensive, only two points.

   Without waiting for Ke Ke to speak, she quickly bought a small book with a pink rabbit cover, and ordered a lot of flowers on the cover as a gift.

  The system watched silently, and when these things arrived, Man Bao first took out two small notebooks and hid them under the covers to touch them, and then put them into the system contentedly.

  She said solemnly and systematically: "Keke, so we don’t have to cut it out. If I don’t take it out, I will keep my own account."

  Keko gave an "um" and agreed with her behavior.

   Seeing that his good friend had no objection, Man Bao was happy, and then he went to see the pile of white paper he bought.

  The white paper in the mall is cheaper than sugar. Two points are worth 1,000 sheets, and an extra 200 sheets of another kind of white paper are also given away.

  Man Bao took it out and looked at it, and found that it was thicker and bigger than the one sent by her husband and Shan Bao.

  She scratched her head and felt that it was unrealistic to take such a large piece of paper to school, so she struggling to spread it out on the bed and fold it up.

She folded it into several layers and put it in her treasure box. She decided to let her second brother weave a bamboo basket for her to endorse. Just like the students in school, she will put all her things. inside.

  Man Bao ran out to find her mother when he wanted to. First, he gave her the one hundred and thirty-two cents that had been counted, indicating that this was 60% of the money earned by the fifth brother today.

  Qian frowned and said, "Who is responsible for this account?"

  Man Bao raised his head proudly, "I count."

  Qian's: "How to calculate? How much money did they make in total?"

Man Bao scratched his head and didn't understand what was wrong. He was about to break his fingers and settle the account for her mother. On Tuesday Lang was on the side and haha ​​said: "Yaomei, when you have a wrong calculation, they brought three of them this morning. Ten bamboo baskets go to the county seat, and even if they are all sold out, there are only one hundred and fifty essays. How can 60% of the one hundred and fifty essays be 132 essays?"

  Qian secretly glared at the second silly son, and blamed him for talking too much.

  Tuesday Lang didn't know where he had annoyed his mother, so he glanced at his eldest brother in confusion.

  Zhou Dalang is more innocent than him, even less understand.

  Man Bao was a Ji Ling to come back to his senses, and took the money back from his mother, and said with a sullen face: "Mother, I made a mistake. I'll go and calculate it again."

  She took the money and turned around and ran away to Chu Lang's room.

  Don't mention the few Friday Langs, Lang Du had a chill on his back on Thursday, and he was afraid to go out at the door and window.

  Qian looked back at the disappearing back of the little girl.

  She glanced at the three eldest sons who looked confused, then looked at the chattering and indistinct discussion in Dongxiang, and suddenly shook her head and smiled.

  Forget it, a bunch of fools, why bother to be more serious.

Zhou Dalang, Tue Lang and Wei Lang did not know that they were put into the ranks of fools by their relatives. They were bowing their heads and working hard to make small bamboo baskets. Since Wu Wu Lang and their flower baskets have made a lot of money, they have nothing to do when they come back every evening. If you do, just help weave the bamboo basket.

Man Bao took the money and went back to the room, and took a pen to write and draw on the paper. Everyone did not understand, but they all knew that the account book had to be set up. At least the money for selling sugar could not be included in it, because They sell sugar hiding from the adults at home.

  Man Bao calculated on paper while seeking the opinions of Keke in his heart. Soon, one system and one person worked out a more reasonable distribution principle.

  First of all, they have to hand in three papers for a flower basket with five pennies, and the remaining two pennies will be shared by them.

  This group of people included the three older brothers who helped them make bamboo baskets outside, so with this calculation, the money everyone can divide is much less.

  But it doesn’t matter, they still have income from selling sugar.

  Weilang and they all expressed generously that they could give the three brothers a little more, so Man Bao planned a small bamboo basket to give them half of the money.

  It sounds very small, but the total is not too small.

Everyone has formulated a new policy. Friday Lang and Saturday Lang inevitably told the big heads again and again that they must be tight-lipped about their parents. If they are discovered, their money will definitely be confiscated. Think about the last time they were caught. Confiscated money.

The majority of people nodded without even thinking about it. They were very generous and gave more money to Manbao for safekeeping. The reason is also very good. "Sister, my parents will search for our clothes and beds, but your father Mother won't."

Even Friday Lang hesitated and gave his money to Man Bao, "Man Bao, father will not search your bed, but he will search for me and the fourth and sixth. You can keep the money for me. , Remember to keep accounts."

  Man Bao waved his hand, but instead of receiving the money directly, they asked them to pack it in a bag. Then she would write her name so that there would be no confusion.

  Anyway, her money was not in the treasure box under the bed, but in Keke's place. Dad couldn't find it even if he wanted to.

  　 I think of hiding private money when I was young. It was so hard to hide, and it’s not easy for children to make money.

  (End of this chapter)