The Lucky Farmgirl

He nodded with a smile, "Sure, the same price."

Manbao then smiled and squinted her eyes as she also picked up a pen ready to write the contract. Old Master Bai couldn’t help but say, "Manbao, why don’t you let Erlang do it, can Erlang write?"

Bai Erlang, of course, had practiced as well, and upon hearing this, he was eager to try.

This was the first time Old Master Bai saw an expression of genuine interest on his son’s face after asking him to do something.

Old Master Bai’s face lit up with a smile, encouraging Manbao, "Let Erlang write it."

Without a second thought, Manbao handed the pen to Bai Erlang. The contracts they had been writing over the past two days always had errors and omissions and needed constant corrections and re-copies. Manbao was tired of writing.

Bai Erlang was doing something this important in front of his father for the first time, so he was especially excited and took his task with utmost seriousness. After gripping the pen, he began to write earnestly. Having written only a short distance, he became stuck.

Then he couldn’t help but steal a glance at Manbao.

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Since it was their own contract, Manbao quickly stepped forward to look and pointed out, "Leave a big space here empty, to fill in the numbers later."

That’s when Bai Erlang remembered that when writing homework assigned by their teacher, the teacher had provided the prices and quantities of goods, but this time, they did not yet have the quantity of goods.

Bai Erlang asked, "How many dou of wheat does your family have?"