Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Location, Location, Location location (Location) n. Real estate term that refers to the position of a piece of real estate as it relates to the value of that real estate. Evan was in trouble. So far, he'd earned forty- seven dollars and eleven cents, which was more money than he'd ever had in his whole life. But today was Friday. There were only three days left. Three days to beat Jessie. He needed to earn almost fifty-three dollars to win the bet. And that meant each day he had to earn— Evan tried to do the math in his head. Fifty three divided by three. Fifty-three divided by three. His brain spun like a top. He didn't know where to begin. He went to his desk, pulled out a piece of paper —his basketball schedule from last winter—and

第七章位置，位置，位置位置（位置） 房地产术语，指的是一块房地产的位置，因为它与该房地产的价值有关。 埃文遇到了麻烦。到目前为止，他已经赚了47美元11美分，这是他一生中从未有过的钱。 但今天是星期五。只剩下三天了。 三天打败杰西。 他需要赚将近53美元才能赢得赌注。 这意味着他每天都得挣钱——埃文试着在脑子里计算。 53除以3。 53除以3。 他的脑子像陀螺一样旋转。 他不知道从何说起。 他走到书桌前，拿出一张纸——他去年冬天的篮球日程表

flipped it over to the back. He found the stub of a pencil in his bottom desk drawer, and on the paper he wrote He stared and stared at the equation on the page. The number fifty-three was just too big. He didn't know how to do it. "Jessie would know how," he muttered, scribbling hard on the page. Jessie could do long division. Jessie had her multiplication facts memorized all the way up to fourteen times fourteen. Jessie would look at a problem like this and just do it in her head. Snap. Evan felt his mouth getting tight, his fingers gripping the pencil too hard, as he scribbled a dark storm cloud on the page. His math papers from school were always covered in X's. Nobody else got as many X's as he did. Nobody. Draw a picture. Mrs. DeFazio's voice floated in his head. She had always reminded him to draw a picture when he couldn't figure out how to start a

把它翻到背面。 他在书桌最底层的抽屉里找到一支铅笔的笔头，在纸上写了几个字。他盯着纸上的方程式看了又看。 53这个数字太大了。 他不知道该怎么做。 “杰西会知道的。”他咕哝着，在纸上使劲地写着。 杰西会做长除法。 杰西把乘法背到了14乘14。 杰西看到这样的问题就会心算。 提前。埃文在纸上潦草地画了一个黑色的风暴云，他觉得自己的嘴变得紧绷起来，手指抓铅笔抓得太紧了。 他的数学试卷上总是全是“X”。 没有人能像他一样得到那么多的X。 没有人。画一幅画。德法齐奥太太的声音在他的脑海里飘荡。 当他不知道如何开始画画时，她总是提醒他画一幅画

math problem. A picture of what? he asked in his head. Anything, came the answer. Anything? Yes, anything, as long as there are fifty-three of them. Dollar signs. Evan decided to draw dollar signs. He started to draw three rows of dollar signs. "One, two, three," he counted, as he drew: "Four, five, six." He drew: By the time he reached fifty-three, his page looked like this:

数学问题。一张什么照片？ 他在脑子里问。“什么都行，”他回答。 什么吗?是的，任何东西，只要有五十三张就行。 美元的迹象。埃文决定画美元符号。 他开始画三行美元符号。 “一、二、三，”他边抽边数，“四、五、六。” 当他画到53岁时，他的页面是这样的：

There were seventeen dollar signs in each row. And then those two extra dollar signs left over. Evan drew a ring around those two extras. Seventeen dollar signs. And two left over. Evan stared at the picture for a long time. He wrote "Friday" next to the first row, "Saturday" next to the second row, and "Sunday" next to the third row. Evan looked at the picture. It started to make

每一行有17个美元符号。 然后剩下两个额外的美元符号。 埃文给那两个临时演员围了个圈。 17美元符号。还剩下两个。 埃文盯着这幅画看了很久。 他在第一行旁边写了“星期五”，在第二行旁边写了“星期六”，在第三行旁边写了“星期日”。 埃文看着这幅画。 它开始制造

sense. He needed to make seventeen dollars on Friday, seventeen dollars on Saturday, and seventeen dollars on Sunday. And somewhere over the three days, he needed to make two extra bucks in order to earn fifty-three dollars by Sunday evening. Evan felt his heart jump in his chest. He had done it. He had figured out fifty-three divided by three. That was a fourth-grade problem. That was fourth-grade math. And he hadn't even started fourth grade! And no one had helped him. Not Mom, not Grandma, not Jessie. He'd done it all by himself. It was like shooting the winning basket in double overtime! He hadn't felt this good since the Lemonade War had begun. But seventeen dollars a day? How was he going to do that? Yesterday he'd made forty-five dollars, but that was because he'd had help (and free supplies) from his friends. They weren't going to want to run a lemonade stand every day. Especially on the last days of summer vacation. He needed a plan. Something that would

有意义。他需要在周五赚17美元，周六赚17美元，周日赚17美元。 在这三天的某个时候，他需要多挣两块钱，才能在周日晚上之前赚到五十三美元。 埃文感到他的心在胸腔里跳动。 他做到了。他算出了53除以3。 这是一个四年级的问题。 那是四年级的数学。 他还没上四年级呢！没有人帮助过他。 妈妈不行，奶奶不行，杰西不行。 这一切都是他自己做的。 这就像在两个加时赛中投进制胜球一样！自从柠檬水战争开始以来，他还没有感觉这么好。 但是一天17美元？ 他要怎么做呢？ 昨天他赚了45美元，但那是因为他得到了朋友们的帮助（和免费的给养）。 他们不会想每天都卖柠檬水。 尤其是在暑假的最后几天。 他需要一个计划。一些东西

guarantee good sales. The weather was holding out, that was for sure. It was going to hit 95 degrees today. A real scorcher. People would be thirsty, all right. Evan closed his eyes and imagined a crowd of thirsty people, all waving dollar bills at him. Now where was he going to find a lot of thirsty people with money to spend? An idea popped into Evan's head. Yep! It was perfect. He just needed to find something with wheels to get him there. It took Evan half an hour to drag his loaded wagon to the town center—a distance he usually traveled in less than five minutes by bike. But once he was there, he knew it was worth it. It was lunchtime and the shaded benches on the town green were filled with people sprawling in the heat. Workers from the nearby stores on their half-hour lunch breaks, moms out with their kids, old people who didn't want to be cooped up in their

保证良好的销售。天气还在继续，这是肯定的。 今天会达到华氏95度。 真是酷毙了。人们会很渴，好吧。 埃文闭上眼睛，想象着一群口渴的人向他挥舞着钞票。 现在他到哪里去找那么多口渴又有钱的人呢？ 埃文突然想到一个主意。 是的!这是完美的。他只需要找一辆有轮子的车把他送到那里。 埃文花了半个小时才把他那辆满载的马车拖到镇中心，而他通常骑自行车不到五分钟就能走完这段距离。 但一旦他到了那里，他就知道一切都是值得的。 现在是午餐时间，镇上绿地上阴凉的长凳上坐满了在炎热中伸开四肢的人。 附近商店的工人在半小时的午休时间，带着孩子外出的母亲，不想被困在他们的