The Princess of Northern Land
Chapter 462: Losses (4)_1

Chapter 462: Chapter 462: Losses (4)_1

Ma Dalang took these gazes as an approval of him, and inevitably, a pleased expression showed on his face.

However, Ma Zhicai had a bad feeling in his heart. Sure enough, in less than the time it would take for half an incense stick to burn, the shopkeepers and children of the Lin family all came up with their answers.

"How is it possible?" Ma Dalang nearly collapsed to the ground when he saw the answers. They didn’t make a single mistake.

"If we didn’t need to make you understand, our speed would’ve been even faster." Yu Shaohui coldly glanced at him and said.

"That’s right, this counting method is not as fast as ours." The few youngsters were young and lively. After winning the contest, they playfully stuck out their tongues at Ma Dalang. "Such a question would stump even the children in the nursey school. It’s too simple."

The so-called nursery school refers to a preschool, where the children are all between three to five years old.

The villagers broke into laughter.

"Good boy, I am proud of you." Gao Shan gave a good-natured pat on his second son’s head and said with a laugh.

"Girl, we will have an extra dish for dinner tonight." Yang Shitou also happily announced as he looked at his daughter.

"Impossible, it can’t be." Ma Dalang was still checking the answers, his face growing red.

"Let’s get back to work," called Yu Shaohui, and the villagers laughed and left in groups, paying no further attention to the Ma family.

"Miss Lin, what kind of calculation method is this?" All the business owners gathered around. They dealt with the Lin family often and only knew that the Lin family processed goods quickly, but they didn’t expect that the Lin family also had their unique counting method.

"We used the Arabic calculation method, which is a bit simpler than the traditional method," Lin Ziyin replied with a smile.

"Can we take a look?" Someone asked eagerly.

"Sure, you can ask Jue Yuan or Yu Shaohui," Lin Ziyin didn’t hesitate to share.

"It can’t be, it just can’t be," Ma Dalang, who was still severely shaken, hadn’t woken up from his defeat.

"Father, let’s go home." Compared to the lively group of business owners, the Ma family looked significantly forlorn.

Ma Zhicai saw that Ma Dalang was unmoving, so he squeezed out a cold expression and forcefully pulled him out of the canteen. Yan’s wife, biting her lip, left with them with the help of Huang.

Ma Xincai wanted to explain something to Lin Ziyin, but he was always a man of few words. He opened his mouth but could not utter a word and eventually left with his head down.

"Let’s go to the workshop." All of those who should leave had left, and Lin Ziyin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ziyin, about today’s events..." He Fuxing came over with his wife, intending to clarify something with tears in his eyes.

"Uncle, everything will get better," Ziyin interrupted him with a smile.

"Okay." He Fuxing nodded vigorously, everything unspoken.

"The method of making Kun Noodles is actually quite simple, but it’s hard to master the strength when rolling out the dough," said Lin Ziyin.

She was relatively weak and not that strong, so she couldn’t demonstrate to these men. She could only guide them from the side.

Rolled noodles might appear to be a simple dish, but to roll out noodles with a good texture, one needed substantial arm strength.

Luckily, the people who came were all muscular men. Under Lin Ziyin’s guidance, they kneaded the dough with all their strength. The workers chosen by the Lin family were also muscular men. The two groups had a good relationship but belonged to different camps. Hence, from the start, both sides started a friendly competition.

Meanwhile, Lin Ziyin attempted mechanical production of noodles.