Chapter 15 Arabic Numerals

Fang Xing was wandering around in the village, whipping a willow branch meaninglessly in his hand, and Old Seven Xin behind him was a little puzzled, why does the young master look like a defeated rooster today?

After looking around, seeing that it was almost dinner time, Fang Xing went back swaggeringly.

Today, both Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai's mouths are red, looking at their delicate and charming lips, it arouses the desire to seek out the hidden world.

It's just that the two women turned their heads towards each other, ignoring Fang Xing.

"Ahem! Master, I'm thirsty!"

Fang Xing was sitting on the edge of the table, looking up at the sky.

Xiaobai got up aggrieved and went outside.

As soon as Xiao Bai left, Fang Xing walked up to Zhang Shuhui's side, arched her shoulders and said, "Shu Hui, the matter of that pepper is also my kindness..."

Today's lunch ended with Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai's mouth hurting. Even though Fang Xing found mints, the two women's faces were still flushed...

Zhang Shuhui's eyes turned red, Fang Xing panicked when she saw it, and hurriedly took out a tissue.

The dinner was a bit deserted, and Zhang Shuhui washed up early and went to bed.

"Say, why is your young mistress angry?"

In the corner of the yard, Fang Xing was 'pressing' Xiao Bai.

Xiao Bai stood aggrieved, peeked at Fang Xing, and pushed his small chest forward.

"Master, you are bullying young mistress."

"I bullied her?"

Fang Xing felt that he had died unjustly.

Xiaobai pouted and said, "You put a bunch of that mustard at the bottom of Young Mistress's bowl later, isn't that bullying or what?"

Fang Xing rubbed his nose and said with a wry smile, "I'm just joking!"

"But a young lady like you is very upset."

Fang Xing realized a little bit, that's his wife! It's not a bad friend, how can you put that mustard in the bottom of her bowl!

Thinking of Zhang Shuhui's face at noon today...

"Okay, master, I understand."

...

Fang Xing felt that he should conduct a self-criticism, so the next day he was courteous...

"Husband, get out!"

"Don't be ashamed!"

"Hmm! Don't move around, take it easy..."

Xiao Bai lived in the side room next to her, and when she came out to wash up, she froze there with a red face when she heard this voice.

After Fang Xing came out of the inner courtyard refreshed, Xiao Bai sneaked in.

"This husband, really..."

Zhang Shuhui on the bed was moving her hands and feet. Just now Fang Xing mercilessly beat her up, causing her joints to feel a little sore.

That's not the case!

Thinking that Fang Xing blushed during the day, she felt that her mind was a little impure.

The little conflict disappeared, Fang woke up to the study, and saw Ma Su was already waiting at the door with a piece of bacon, and Xin Laoqi beside him was winking and teasing him.

"Get out!"

Fang Xing kicked it away, looking at the laughing Xin Laoqi, he said helplessly, "You hobbit, I'm giving you a holiday today, go home and take the big girl."

Xin Laoqi hesitated for a moment. He felt that his duty was in place and he couldn't leave without authorization.

Fang Xing ignored him and just pretended to kick him.

After Xin Laoqi left, Fang Xing took Ma Su into the study.

After Fang Xing sat down, Ma Su knelt on the ground with a thud, and Fang Xing couldn't stop him.

"Meet the teacher."

"Damn it! What is this for!"

Fang Xing immediately lifted him up, and said, "I'm not in the mood to kowtow here, stand up quickly."

Ma Su handed over the bacon with some embarrassment, "Teacher, I should come here with six rituals, but my disciple's family is poor..."

"It's fine if people come."

Fang Xing said "I am so relieved".

The master-student relationship these days is unusual, and what is important is a teacher who respects the teacher like a father.

After Ma Su had served the tea, Fang Xing took out a brush, a stack of open notebooks, and three books.

"There's no need for Shu Xiu, I'm not short of money."

Seeing that Ma Su wanted to argue, Fang Xing snorted, and then said: "This is something I gave you, learn it well in the future, no one in this world has learned my knowledge, so work hard!"

"is teacher."

In the first class of the day, Fang Xing taught Arabic numerals.

"Let's take a look, isn't our original number writing method very troublesome, and it looks very obscure."

Ma Su nodded, but said in confusion: "But teacher, everyone is using this way of counting now!"

Fang Xing said disdainfully: "These are Arabic numerals, do you know how they come from?"

Before Ma Su could answer, Fang Xing continued, "My Chinese ancestors invented calculations more than 4,000 years ago, and the counting and writing methods are very advanced."

As he said that, Fang Xing wrote one vertical line on the paper, followed by two vertical lines, three vertical lines...

"This is the counting method of our ancestors. Later, it was passed to ancient India through the Silk Road, which is now the Mughal Empire. Their earliest counting method was similar to this, and it evolved into this."

The teacher is so knowledgeable!

Ma Su was immersed in his study, and before he knew it, it was already lunch time.

"Teacher, this disciple will leave."

Ma Su was about to go home, the mother must have prepared meals, waiting for him to go back to eat.

Fang Xing said with some unfinished thoughts: "From now on, I will have lunch at the teacher's house at noon, and I can't miss your mouthful."

Ma Su looked at Fang Xing's laziness, but his eyes turned red.

After school in the afternoon, Ma Su hurried home, only to find that there were some extra things at home.

Mrs. Liu pointed at the table helplessly and said, "This is from your teacher's family. I can't stop it. There are also rice, flour, grain and oil, all in the kitchen."

Ma Su touched the new oil lamp on the table, and said dryly, "Mother, the teacher is an amazing person, I will learn from him well."

...

Teaching three days a week, this is Fang Xing's teaching time. On the one hand, he will use Ma Su to go to the town to learn art, on the other hand, he doesn't want to work so hard.

"Brother Dehua, Your Majesty has decreed to select young men with agility in Peiping. It is said that after the selection, they will be sent to Yingtian Mansion."

The weather at the end of summer was still very hot. While fanning his fan, Chen Ling sighed and said, "The grandson of the emperor is a young hero. His Majesty asked these people to serve as followers, called young soldiers, and practice martial arts."

Fang Xing was in a daze, he thought of the grandson of the emperor.

Zhu Di was dissatisfied with his eldest son, very dissatisfied, but he was very satisfied with Zhu Zhanji, his grandson, just like his father Zhu Yuanzhang was also with his grandson Zhu Yunqi.

Therefore, Zhu Zhanji was named the grandson of the emperor early, which also established Zhu Gaochi's status as the prince.

Otherwise, those two covetous guys are not good at it.

It's just that Zhu Zhanji was not very flattering in the history books. The key is that this guy died too early and passed the throne to his young son. As a result, Wang Zhen almost destroyed the country.

"I hope he lives a little longer."

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