Meddling Equals Humiliating Oneself

That woman counted the money in her hand and said to Jiang Xia, "That's not right, why is there only three yuan, three jiao, and six fen? It's two fen short. Wen Wan said it was three yuan, five jiao, five fen, and five li just now. Even if the five li doesn't count, it should be three yuan, four jiao, and five fen. You gave too little."

Zhou Min: "You can miscount such a small amount of money? Wen Wan even calculated it for you, how can you still miscount?"

Jiang Xia lowered her head, taking notes, without even looking up, "Can you shut up? I've been putting up with you for a long time. Does it have anything to do with you whether I calculated it wrong or not? Is it your money that's being spent?"

The air suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Jiang Xia in astonishment.

Zhou Min's face turned pale with anger.

After a long while, she finally choked out, "Such a thankless task!"

Wen Wan's face also fell, and she couldn't help but say, "Sorry, I was just meddling."

Jiang Xia still didn't look up, "Good that you know."

Wen Wan: "..."

As soon as that woman heard this, she immediately said, "How is that meddling? Wen Wan was helping me calculate. If you can't calculate, you won't let people who know how to speak up, are you trying to cheat us out of our money? Hurry up and give me the two fen, or I won't sell it!"

Jiang Xia: "Okay, give me back the money!"

That woman: "..."

Zhou Chenglei was also good at mental arithmetic, and he knew that Jiang Xia had been correct all along, "Aunt He, Jiang Xia didn't calculate it wrong. If you don't believe it, find someone else to help you calculate it."

Someone had already been calculating, and the number wasn't that big, "Jiang Xia didn't calculate it wrong."

"A'Lei's wife calculated it correctly."

"Wen Wan calculated it wrong, Xiao Xia calculated it correctly."

Wen Wan had also recalculated and said with a red face, "I'm sorry, I calculated it wrong. Sister Jiang Xia, you're really good at arithmetic!"

Zhou Min's expression changed, "Anyone can make a mistake, it's normal to miscalculate."

Jiang Xia twitched the corners of her mouth.

Zhou Min: "..."

What kind of expression is that? So infuriating! Can't I even make a mistake?

Great-Grandmother said with a smile, "Actually, Xiao Xia has always been very quick at calculating, much faster than Wen Wan! When Wen Wan was announcing the numbers, Xiao Xia had already counted the money, didn't everyone notice?"

Just then, Zhou Chenglei finished weighing another villager's goods and announced a number.

Then everyone saw clearly this time, Jiang Xia started counting the money as soon as Zhou Chenglei announced the number, which meant that as soon as she heard the weight, she could calculate how much money it was.

This mental arithmetic speed is amazing!

Everyone praised:

"I saw it just now, A'Lei's wife was already counting the money in the basket before Wen Wan spoke."

"Really? That's too amazing."

"Isn't that even more amazing than Wen Wan? Why couldn't she get into university?"

"Nonsense, she was in the best high school in the city, the best high school in the city, can Wen Wan's high school compare? Exams are all about luck, just like going out to sea to fish, everyone casts their nets into the sea, why is the money earned different?"

"People are really about luck sometimes, A'Lei was doing so well in the army, he even became a regimental commander, wasn't he capable? Didn't he still get injured and come back? When people are unlucky, they're unlucky even when they drink water!"

"That's the truth, people have their ups and downs."

Wen Wan thought it was really funny.

Jiang Xia's luck isn't good? She was born into a good family and married Zhou Chenglei.

If she had Jiang Xia's family background, she would have gotten into Jing University long ago.

Jiang Xia asked Aunt He, "Are you still selling the shrimp? If not, give me back the money and I'll give you back the shrimp."

Aunt He hurriedly stuffed the money into her pocket and said, "Sell! Why wouldn't I sell?"

After speaking, she glared at Wen Wan and walked away, still muttering, "Don't come and make trouble if you miscalculate such a small number! Really meddling!"

Tian Caihua had always been superficial and straightforward, "Well, Xiao Wan! My son is naughty, we still don't need you to teach him, his little aunt can teach him just fine."

Wen Wan was so angry she laughed!

She suddenly felt like a joke!

She had brought it upon herself! All her good mood was gone!

She had been busy for most of the day, but didn't get a single kind word, and was even looked down upon.

These villagers were just too much; no wonder they were fishermen their whole lives! Wen Wan felt she had lost face and wanted to leave quickly. She handed over the half snakeskin bag of shrimp: "Brother Zhou, please weigh it for me!"

Zhou Chenglei weighed it and looked at Jiang Xia: "Ten jin and two liang."

Jiang Xia handed the money to Wen Wan.

Ten jin and two liang was only 3.57 yuan, which rounded up to 3.6 yuan.

Wen Wan took the money and walked away, depressed.

It was too little money. After paying her tuition, she wouldn't have any money left. She still had to find a way to earn living expenses and travel expenses to university.

She had originally thought that this time she could earn at least one or two hundred yuan from the pearls.

But when she arrived, Jiang Xia had almost finished picking up the shrimp, and even the two pearl oysters had been picked up by Jiang Xia.

Life had always been so unfair to her!

Luck never fell on her.

Wen Wan left with red eyes.

*The shrimp were quickly collected. A total of 73 jin and six liang were collected, totaling 25.76 yuan. Exactly 26 yuan were given out, because amounts with several li and fractions of li were rounded off.

Jiang Xia handed the ledger to Zhou Chenglei to look at.

Zhou Chenglei found that Jiang Xia's records were clean, clear, and easy to understand.

Moreover, her handwriting was beautiful, elegant, and very artistic.

Zhou Chenglei felt that what he was holding was not a ledger, but a calligraphy copybook by some calligrapher.

He had seen Jiang Xia's signature before. Her signature was more delicate and upright, not quite like the current handwriting, but it was also beautiful. He didn't think much about it, after all, a signature didn't mean much.

For work needs, he himself had practiced several different handwritings.

After the shrimp were collected, the family began to boil and dry them.

Jiang Xia was responsible for the fire, while Zhou Chenglei and Father Zhou and Mother Zhou were responsible for boiling and drying the shrimp, which were heavier tasks.

However, in the hot weather, tending the fire was not an easy task either. Fortunately, the two iron pots were large enough, and it was quickly done.

Including their own shrimp, there were a total of 196 jin of shrimp. Jiang Xia asked, "About how much dried shrimp can these shrimp produce?"

Father Zhou: "Ten jin of fresh shrimp can produce about two jin of dried shrimp. You do the math."

Jiang Xia calculated that after drying, there would only be about 39 jin.

Fresh shrimp were bought for 0.35 yuan per jin, and ten jin only produced two jin of dried shrimp. Counting firewood, labor, time, and transportation costs...

"Then one jin of dried shrimp has to be sold for 3.5 yuan."

Father Zhou had sold them before: "About that. Mixed dried shrimp, both large and small, sell for about 3.5 yuan. If they are all large shrimp and completely dry, they can sell for more than 4 or 5 yuan per jin. Small shrimp are even cheaper, less than 1 yuan. Some people sell dried shrimp that are not very dry, which will be cheaper, but they can't be stored for long. If you dry them at home, they will also shrink, so it's about the same."

The courtyard and roof were full of shrimp. Mother Zhou worried, "The Typhoon just passed. I don't know if the sun will come out tomorrow."

Jiang Xia: "Don't worry. If the sun doesn't come out, we can bake them in the big iron pot and stove. When the sun comes out, they will be dry after a day of drying."

Jiang Xia was afraid that rats and cats would steal them at night.

Mother Zhou grumbled, "Too much trouble."

Jiang Xia didn't say anything.

How could you make money if you were afraid of trouble? In fact, the more profitable things were, the more troublesome they were.

Because every bit of trouble you handle is something you charge consumers for.

At this moment, Zhou Chenglei came out of the house, holding the two conch shells in his hand, and called out to Jiang Xia.

As soon as Jiang Xia saw them, she instantly perked up!

Father's love is like a mountain, wishing all fathers in the world a happy Father's Day!