DAVM Chapter 105.4

Ji Zhile stood in front of the display board and studied it carefully, pointing his finger at the words on it as if he was reading the content.

[I’m not mistaken, right? Ji Zhile is reading the content. Well done, Zai Zai!]

[Can he understand it? Three and a half years old shouldn’t know how to read, right?]

[Don’t underestimate Zhile, okay? Although he is only three and a half years old, he is very smart and sells the most watermelons.]

[Yeah, he is usually very smart when he talks. Zai Zai is great.]

Then, Ji Zhile raised his head and asked, “Uncle, what do these characters read?”

The host read it again patiently, and Ji Zhile nodded: “I understand.”

He asked the host to borrow a marker pen. Until this point, neither the host nor the audience knew what Ji Zhile was going to do.

Then, they saw Ji Zhile taking a marker pen to annotate the phonetic notation of keywords that he didn’t know on the display board. A clean display board immediately crawled with pinyin like tadpoles.

[Although I am illiterate, I can recognize Pinyin. Zai Zai is great!]

[Smart Cub Zhile.]

[It’s really amazing that such a young child can recognize pinyin!]

Ji Zhile read it again himself, looking very serious. The audience had great expectations for him at this moment. What if Ji Zhile really figured out a good way to distribute and make more money?

The host asked just right: “After Zhile has finished reading, what kind of dumplings do you want to make, and how many dumplings do you want to make?”

Ji Zhile stretched out both hands: “I want to make a hundred dumplings!”

The host glanced at the display board and saw that the total demand was only two hundred dumplings…

The host asked again: “What kind of dumplings is Zhile going to make?”

Ji Zhile: “Shrimp dumplings! Shrimp dumplings cost five yuan a piece, the most expensive!”

The reason he just added phonetics to the characters he didn’t know was to find the most expensive dumplings, so he made all of them in this category to make the most money!

Host: “Zhile, we have a total of five children here. If you make a hundred dumplings alone, what will the others do? And the demand for the shrimp dumplings is not even a hundred.”

Ji Zhile: “Um…”

The host saw that Ji Zhile was lost in thought, and he was also very satisfied with the questions he asked. When he was about to give the children present some time to think, Ji Zhile asked, “Uncle, what is the demand?”

The host looked at Ji Zhile’s innocent eyes and fell into deep thought.

Did Ji Zhile not listen to his explanation just now?

Ji Zhile really didn’t listen. All his thoughts were on how much a dumpling could be sold for.

The host patiently explained it again. After listening, Ji Zhile frowned: “It’s so troublesome. I don’t understand.”

Then, he turned to Ji Ningyi and asked: “Brother, what kind of dumplings should we make?”

Ji Zhile had already developed a habit of asking for his brother when he didn’t understand something.

[I naively thought that Ji Zhile could figure out a way. Zai Zai, it’s because Auntie is asking too much of you.]

[Wait a minute, look at Ji Zhile’s phonetic notation.]

The sharp-eyed audience noticed that Ji Zhile’s phonetic notations were all on the fillings of different dumplings, and he also put a sign next to the shrimp, which seemed to indicate that he had found the most expensive dumplings and was about to make them.

[I know what Zhile is thinking.]

[Money, make money!]

[Zai Zai is really working hard to make money, and the burden of supporting the family is all on a three-and-a-half-year-old child! Si Tian, ​​did you see it? Does your conscience not hurt?]

This question stumped the children on the field. Everyone wanted to make money, but the dumplings that could not be sold had to be bought with their own money. No one wanted to waste more dumplings.

Several children gathered around to discuss, and finally, Ji Ningyi came up with a solution. He added up the total demand for each type of dumplings and divided it by five, which was the number of different dumplings that each person needed to make.

But this was more troublesome, especially since Jiang Ranyang got dizzy when hearing about multiplication and division.

So, Ji Ningyi gave a second idea. Each child made a type of dumplings, and the money earned in the end was shared equally among everyone.

Ji Zhile was a little hesitant about which plan to choose. Although he wanted to make a lot of money, everyone was friends, and friends should help each other.

After some discussion among the children, the second option was finally chosen.

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