Mental Battle

Man Bao nodded, first inputting white paper, and a large pile of various goods appeared. There were large sheets of white paper that looked similar to the ones they had, beautifully bound notebooks, and some packaged in a strange box labeled as printing paper. Man Bao was most surprised by a colorful avatar labeled as 8D printing paper, which could print anything and was the most expensive paper recommended.

Man Bao carefully examined the items and was eager to buy them, but just as she was about to proceed, Keke couldn't help but show her the potions in her shopping cart.

Man Bao's little hand retracted.

Although Keke wanted Man Bao to spend more, she didn't want her to spend recklessly. She said, "There is printing paper, but without a printer, you can't print anything."

Only then did Man Bao retract her disappointed little fingers, but curiously asked, "Can cars and clothes really be made from paper, as it claims?"

"It's printing paper," the system informed her. "In the future, it will be possible. Even materials can be printed using printing paper." In fact, the performance is the same; however, strangely, in recent years, humans do not prefer this method. They prefer items crafted through manual labor using raw materials.

The main system failed to prevent the subsystems from disseminating information about the future world to their respective hosts. In fact, this was a way for the subsystems to motivate their hosts.

However, Man Bao only regarded these things as stories. Keke didn't mention them to motivate Man Bao, but simply because she wanted to hear about them, so she told her.

Man Bao listened with great interest and then concluded, "People in the future really don't know how to enjoy life." "Why do people insist on doing things that robots can do?"

Keke agreed, but the matter was quite complex. It felt like Man Bao's young mind couldn't contemplate such profound issues, so the discussion was not pursued further with her. Seeing her gaze constantly shifting back and forth to the beautiful notebooks, Keke reminded her, "Host, these notebooks have some distinct features, and they don't appear to be from the current bookstores." I suggest buying plain white paper and cutting it yourself.

Although Keke said this, Man Bao couldn't resist. He first bought a sheet of white paper and then went to look at the incredibly beautiful small notebooks. She discovered that one of the pages contained a buy-one-get-one-free offer, and it was not expensive, costing only two points.

Without waiting for Keke to speak, she quickly purchased a small notebook with a pink rabbit cover and also chose a book with a cover decorated with numerous flowers as a complimentary gift.

The system silently watched as the items were delivered. Man Bao took out the two small notebooks and tucked them under the covers of her bed before stashing them in the drawer, feeling satisfied.

She solemnly said to the system, "Keke, this way we don't need to cut them." If I don't take them out, just consider it as my own little account.

Keke nodded in agreement with her actions.

Upon noticing her good friend's lack of objection, Man Bao felt happy and proceeded to examine the stack of white paper she had purchased.

The white paper in the store was even cheaper than sugar, priced at two cents for a thousand sheets, with an additional bonus of two hundred sheets of another type of white paper.

Man Bao took it out and found that it was thicker and larger than the paper Mr. Sheng and Shan Bao had given her.

She scratched her head, feeling that it was unrealistic to bring such a large piece of paper to school. Therefore, she laboriously folded it and placed it in her treasure box.

She decided to ask her second brother to make a backpack for her, similar to those of her classmates at school, so she could keep all her things in it.

After thinking about it, Man Bao ran out to find her mother. She first gave her the one hundred and thirty-two coins she had counted, indicating that this was sixty percent of the money earned by Fifth Brother that needed to be handed over to the public.

Mrs. Qian frowned and asked, "Who calculated this?"

Man Bao proudly raised her head and said, "I did."

Mrs. Qian asked, "How did you calculate it?" How much did they earn in total?

Man Bao scratched her head, not understanding where she had miscalculated. Just as she was about to count on her fingers to explain to her mother, Second Brother Zhou Lang laughed and said, "Younger sister, you also make mistakes sometimes." They took thirty bamboo baskets to the county this morning. Even if they sold all of them, it would only amount to one hundred and fifty coins. How can sixty percent of one hundred and fifty coins be one hundred and thirty-two coins?

Mrs. Qian secretly glared at her silly second son and scolded him for talking too much.

Zhou Lang didn't know what he had done to upset his mother and looked at his older brother in confusion.

Zhou Lang was even more innocent and even more confused.

Man Bao suddenly came to her senses and took the money back from her mother, her little face tense as she said, "Mother, I miscalculated. I will count again."

She took the money and turned to run to the room of Fourth Brother and the others.

Not to mention the several younger brothers; even Fourth Brother shivered and cowered, not daring to go out but hiding by the door and window.

Mrs. Qian watched her daughter's retreating figure and then averted her gaze. She glanced at her three bewildered older sons, then looked at the noisy discussion in the east wing, and suddenly shook her head and smiled.

Forget it. They are just a bunch of fools. Why bother arguing with them?

Zhou Lang, Zhou Er Lang, and Zhou San Lang didn't know that their mother had classified them as fools. They were all busy making small bamboo baskets. Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother, who earned a lot of money from selling their flower baskets, did nothing else upon returning home every evening except assisting in making bamboo baskets.

Man Bao took the money back to her room, where she wrote and drew on the paper with a pen. Everyone looked at it but didn't understand. However, they all knew that a new account book had to be set up. At least the money from selling sugar couldn't be included because they were selling sugar without the knowledge of the adults at home.

Man Bao calculated on paper and silently sought Keke's opinion. Soon, the system and the person established a more reasonable distribution principle.

First, for every flower basket sold for five coins, they had to give three coins to the public, and the remaining two coins would be divided among them.

This group included the three older brothers who helped them make bamboo baskets outdoors. When calculated in this manner, everyone's share of the money would be significantly reduced.

But it didn't matter; they still had income from selling sugar.

Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother generously offered to contribute more to the three older brothers, so Man Bao decided to give them half a coin for each small bamboo basket.

It sounded insignificant, but when added up, it was not negligible.

After establishing the new policy, Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother repeatedly reminded the older brothers to keep it quiet from their parents. If they were found out, their money would definitely be confiscated, just like the last time their money was taken away.

The older brothers didn't hesitate and nodded. They also generously handed over more money to Man Bao for safekeeping, with a very valid reason, "Little sister, our parents will search our clothes and beds, but your parents won't."

Even Fifth Brother hesitated for a moment and handed his money to Man Bao, saying, "Man Bao, Dad won't search your bed, but he will definitely search mine, Fourth Brother's, and Sixth Brother's." Please hold onto this money for me and make sure to keep track of it.

Man Bao readily agreed but did not directly take the money. Instead, she asked them to put it in a bag and write their names on it so that it wouldn't get mixed up.

After all, her money wasn't kept in a treasure box under her bed, but with Keke. Even if her father wanted to search, he wouldn't find it.