Jiang Changhai found his prediction quite accurate as soon as he heard it and couldn't help but laugh.
However, Sun Lixia glared at him, dragging her two sons over and asking, "Zhiwen, Zhiwu, were all of San Ya's calculations just now correct?"
The two boys could only follow along with the account book at the very beginning, but when they returned, Mianmian calculated faster and faster, and they couldn't keep up at all.
But now, facing their mother's questioning and their father's "loving" gaze, the two boys cleverly nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, everything Mianmian calculated was correct."
"I don't believe it! San Ya calculated so quickly, she must have muddled through! We'll go to the village chief, find the branch secretary to calculate!" Sun Lixia was still well aware of the capabilities of her own sons.
Never mind her, even the couple from the second main house were somewhat incredulous, having personally witnessed how the eldest's family slacked off over the years.
