The Princess of Northern Land

Ma Dalang took this look as a compliment to him, and inevitably showed a somewhat proud look on his face.

Ma Zhicai had a bad feeling in his heart. Sure enough, with less effort than half a stick of incense, the Lin family shopkeepers and Wazi all gave their answers.

"How is that possible?" Once Ma Dalang saw the answer clearly, he almost collapsed on the ground. None of these people made any mistakes.

"If we didn't let you understand, our speed would be faster." Yu Shaohui gave him a cold look and said.

"It's just that this counting method is not as fast as ours at all." The children are young and lively. After they won, they all made naughty faces at Ma Dalang. "This kind of question cannot be solved by children who go to the doll class in school. It is too simple."

The so-called doll class refers to a kindergarten, which is full of children between the ages of three and five.

The villagers burst into laughter.

"Good boy, I have you." Gao Shan patted his second son on the head and said with a smile.

"Girl, we'll add more food when we get back tonight." Yang Shitou also looked at his girl and spoke cheerfully.

"Impossible, no way." Ma Dalang was still reading the answer, his face turned red.

"Back to work." Yu Shaohui greeted. The villagers immediately laughed and left together, and no one paid any attention to the Ma family.

"Miss Lin, what kind of calculation method is this?" All the merchants gathered around. They usually deal with the Lin family a lot. They only know that the Lin family's accounting office receives and ships goods quickly, but they did not expect that the Lin family has its own counting method.

"We use the Arabic calculation method, and the numbers are simpler than the existing calculation method." Lin Ziyin replied with a smile.

"Can we take a look?" someone asked impatiently.

"Okay, you can ask Jue Yuan and Yu Shaohui." Lin Ziyin did not hide anything.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Ma Dalang on the side was obviously stimulated and had not yet woken up from the failure.

"Dad, we're back." Compared with the bustle of the merchants, the Ma family seemed much lonely.

When Ma Zhicai saw Ma Dalang standing still, he pulled him out of the cafeteria door with a cold face. Yan bit her lip and followed with Huang's help.

Ma Xincai wanted to explain a few words to Lin Ziyin, but he was always dull and opened his mouth but didn't say anything. In the end, he lowered his head and left.

"Let's go to the workshop." All the people who should leave left, and Lin Ziyin breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Zi Yin, what happened today..." He Fuxing brought Yin over and wanted to make it clear with tears in his eyes.

"Uncle, everything will be fine in the future." Lin Ziyin interrupted what he was about to say with a smile.

"Yeah." He Fuxing nodded fiercely, saying nothing.

"The making of Kun noodles is actually very simple. The difficult thing is to master the strength when making noodles." Lin Ziyin said.

She is relatively weak and does not have much strength. She cannot give demonstrations to these men and can only guide the techniques from the sidelines.

Although kneading dough is easy, in fact, if you want to make strong Kun noodles, your arms must be strong.

Fortunately, the people who came over were all muscular men. Under Lin Ziyin's guidance, they kneaded the dough vigorously. The workers chosen by the Lin family were also men with muscular arms. The two Zhuangzi had a good relationship, but they belonged to different industries. camp, the two sides started the game with a friendly attitude from the beginning.

At the same time, Lin Ziyin tried to use machinery to produce dried noodles.