Manuscript

"Sir's requirements are too high." Otherwise, where do you think it is not written well?

"If I had known, I would have corrected it immediately." Would I still be here? It's because I don't know why I came here. "I'll change it as soon as I find out what's wrong."

But Man Bao obviously couldn't convince Bai Shanbao. The two children became increasingly agitated as they argued in front of a group of adults. Finally, Bai Shanbao angrily said, "Then give me back the part I wrote." "I won't write with you anymore."

"Fine, I don't want to write with you either," Man Bao said as she pulled the cloth satchel hanging in front of her. It was made by Mrs. He used accumulated scraps of cloth to create a much larger container capable of holding many things. It was even more convenient than a small bookcase.

Man Bao opened the satchel and pulled out a thick stack of paper. He crisply unfolded it and found the papers written by Bai Shanbao.

But this article was written collaboratively by the two of them. Sometimes Man Bao read while Bai Shanbao wrote, and when he got tired of writing, Bai Shanbao would think and dictate while Man Bao wrote.

So, the two of them wrote haphazardly, and when their work was combined, it could barely be considered an article. But Man Bao and Bai Shanbao obviously didn't care at all, and this wasn't the first time they had argued like this. The two of them skillfully placed the manuscript papers on the ground, then took turns selecting one each, with several papers displaying both of their handwriting.

It was all Man Bao writing until she got tired, then Bai Shanbao took over, or Bai Shanbao wrote until she got tired, then Man Bao took over. The two of them were very straightforward, dividing the papers one by one. When it came to the last sheet, Man Bao's chubby little hand pressed down on it first.

Bai Shanbao exclaimed, "Last time, you took this sheet. It's my turn this time."

Man Bao said, "I wrote the most on this one." However, you only wrote three lines. "I should be the one to take it."

Upon witnessing the two children on the verge of fighting over a piece of paper, Magistrate Fu couldn't resist intervening, saying, "Let me see."

The two children looked up in surprise, realizing that the magistrate was right there.

Magistrate Fu: ...

The crowd suppressed their laughter.

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao then rearranged the manuscript. After arguing and revising the manuscript multiple times, they had learned their lesson. They wrote numbers at the bottom of the manuscript so that they could easily organize the pages without having to look at them.

Bai Shanbao eagerly showed the organized manuscript to Magistrate Fu, watching him intently. "Magistrate, did we write well?"

How good could the writing of children who have been studying for less than two years be?

The entire article was filled with simplistic language, direct and devoid of literary beauty, but it was informative.

In fact, this was an article suggesting that the county office provide adequate hot meals for the laborers. The article initially described the laborers' hard work in a straightforward manner, using simple and direct language, stating, "They are so pitiful."

Magistrate Fu: ...

But the article didn't just contain such language. Most importantly, it provides detailed examples to illustrate the pitiful conditions of the laborers.

The number of individuals in each family, their financial status, the impact of their service on their families, their breakfast choices and quantities, as well as the meals provided by the county office for lunch and dinner, were all documented. Obviously, this article wasn't written out of thin air, but after investigation and evidence gathering.

Upon examining this immature language, it was evident that they empathized.

Magistrate Fu had earned his position through examination, so he knew the key points for writing a good article. This article covers all the key points but lacks literary style.

If this article was written by two children under seven, then the lack of literary style wasn't important.

A look of surprise flashed in Magistrate Fu's eyes. He looked down at the two children in front of him, then at the article. He folded the article and asked, "Can I have this?"

Man Bao asked, "Magistrate, do you think we wrote well?"

Magistrate Fu praised, "You wrote well."

Man Bao was happy, but also a little regretful. "When will the county office prepare meals for the laborers?" How much can each person eat? Will breakfast be included? Can they eat their fill? "I have the data, Magistrate." "Do you want it?"

Magistrate Fu opened his mouth wide. When did he say he would prepare meals for them?

Upon examining the manuscript in his hand, he understood. He cleared his throat and realized that his answer had been ambiguous.

Well, they were still children, and their question was ambiguous, as was his answer.

The article was well-written. However, it was impossible for him to provide enough hot meals for the laborers because the county office did not have the budget for it.

All the current expenses for the laborers took precedence. If he increased the investment, where would the money come from?

But facing the two pairs of bright eyes, Magistrate Fu found himself at a loss after clearing his throat.

The county magistrate's assistant smiled and said, "Little girl, didn't you say that the stall from the Zhou family belongs to your family?"

Man Bao nodded, "Yes."

"If the county office provides hot meals for the laborers, then won't your family's goods not sell?"

Man Bao sighed, "Yes."

"Do you still want the county office to provide hot meals for the laborers?"

"Of course," Man Bao said, "It's a bit of a pity, but it's a good thing." It's like how much I love eating fish. I used to hope every day that the dam would break so we could go down to the river to catch fish to eat. But my father warned that if the dam wasn't repaired and there was heavy rain next summer, the river might flood our fields, and perhaps even endanger me. "So, even though it's unfortunate, we should repair the dam."

Magistrate Fu and the others: ...

They had heard them talk about the dam breaking more than once in the past half day.

The county assistant looked at Bai Shanbao and asked, "Do you also think the same way?"

Bai Shanbao said, "Yes, it's just about making money." "If we can't sell food, we can sell other things."

In the summer, as soon as school was out, the two children would run outside. Mr. Zhuang couldn't even get them to stay for a meal. Later, he noticed that the two children were going out in the hot sun to pick snow herb. When he asked, he found out that they planned to dry and sell it to Jishi Tang. Man Bao had asked the shopkeeper Zheng, and it turned out that there wasn't enough snow herb, so they needed to buy some more.

At the time, Mr. Zhuang shared a story with the children about a blunt knife and a sharp knife cutting wood. He emphasized that sharpening the knife was as crucial as cutting the wood. He emphasized that their priority should be studying because a good education would lead to financial success.

In addition to the knowledge passed on by Keke, Man Bao had also told Bai Shanbao. After careful consideration, the two children realized that there are numerous ways to earn money in the world, and they didn't feel the need to rush.

At this moment, the two children confidently said to Magistrate Fu and the county assistant, "There are numerous ways to earn money in the world, and not all laborers will spend their earnings on food." Those who don't make a purchase will only have access to cold water and cold bread. How pitiful.