From one lecture to ten, the host was so tired that his mouth was dry.

The people below were also in a bad mood, but when they thought that they could claim the prize immediately, they barely persevered.

After learning, most people start to chew around the words they just learned.

Some people are even more stupid and happy. They have learned to write, although they don’t know much.

But how can ordinary people write?

Many people don’t remember it firmly, for fear that they will miss the chance to win, so they start to whisper and communicate.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng quickly hinted to the host to take a break.

Always shouting so loudly, normal people can't stand it, even if they are the gentlemen who have been talking about all year round.

The host looked at Fang Zheng with gratitude and shouted loudly again: "Okay! I think everyone already has some experiences, so you can communicate and learn more with each other."

"The following is a show to relax, please listen to the poems."

"Long live my emperor!"

"Author: Mr. Zhongchen Sai"

After saying that, the host slowly retreated, and another performer followed and immediately started a performance with passion and emotion.

"Oh! Your Majesty, you are a beam of light in my life..."

"Spring nourishes all things, and His Majesty nourishes..."

Listening to the straightforward and stingy words on the stage, the three old men's foreheads all drooped black lines.

The other party’s favor just now became popular and disappeared.

Face! What about face!? Can you really want no face at all in life?

The three old men wished they could whistle to the sky and scolded this beast. They really did everything they could, without any bottom line and without any literary character!

Of course, the initiator didn't care about this.

Everything is for the people!

If you wear a lot of clothes, you won’t wear a flattery. As long as you shoot every day, you will be able to become Paplov one day.

The emperor of the Disciple smiled happily when he heard me talking. He would not be able to do whatever he wanted to do at that time!

Who in the world doesn’t like to wear a high hat? What’s more, Fang Zhengyi’s advanced workplace experience in the 21st century was something that the ancients could stop!

Haha, the Mid-mountain Square is just a stage for us Fang Zhengyi to display our personal talents.

"Oh! Look, Fang Zhengyi is there!" Zheng Qiao suddenly found Fang Zhengyi in the crowd and pointed.

Zhang Dongxiang immediately glared at him: "Damn..."

Rolling up his sleeves and rushed towards Fang Zhengyi, and the other two hurriedly followed.

Zhang Dongxiang angrily pushed away the crowd, walked straight towards Fang Zhengyi, and reached out to grab Fang Zhengyi's collar.

Suddenly, a murderous man stood in front of him.

Zhang Dongxiang put down his hand awkwardly, and Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao were so panicked that they were on the side.

Fang Zheng saw Zhang Biao suddenly flashing behind him, so he looked back.

When I saw this, I was amused: "Oh, the three seniors are here too? Zhang Biao, my own people, get out of here."

Li Yansong and the other two quickly took the prize ticket and put their hands behind their backs, raised their faces and said, "Yes, look!"

"Ta... Where is Mr. Li?"

Fang Zhengyi was puzzled when he heard his question. Li Yuanzhao has been crazy about the past few days and is curious about everything he sees, and seems to have a special liking for the fine.

Although he was fined more than ten or twenty cents every time he was caught, he was still happy about it.

Even later, very few people urinated and defecated everywhere on the street. This guy was whistling by the person who seemed to be unable to hold it in, which made Fang Zhengyi look down upon him.

Today, because there are many people, most people gather in the square again. Fang Zhengyi ordered the manure pickup workers to work early and clean up the pits in the workshop.

In the past, these tasks were only done in the early morning. After hearing this, Li Yuanzhao was curious about how the manure picker worked and went to see others pick up manure.

Logically speaking, it should have been back long ago... Isn't it because I haven't come back at this point? Isn't it because I fell into the cesspool?

But there should be no problem, it should be no problem to have him equipped with a few guards.

Maybe he was crazy about playing. At this age, he was very good at using hands. Maybe he went up to get the feces himself... After all, the prince has a good way to play with feces.

Fang Zhengyi said: "Mr. Li is out for fun, maybe he will come here later."

"What's the matter with the three seniors today?"

Zhang Dongxiang couldn't wait to jump out and pointed at the stage and said with a red face: "Fang Zhengyi, I see that you are also talented, why are you so shameless!"

Fang Zheng glanced at the stage, shrugged and said calmly: "This is nothing, I just said what others want to say but dare not say."

"What reason do I have to be the way you like, follow His Majesty to do something honest and unpleasant, and make His Majesty dislike him? Then some mediocre officials will get angry?"

"Just! Fang Zhengyi only looks at the results and not the process when doing things. He is just serving the people. Three seniors, are I right?"

The three of them were silent, and to some extent Fang Zhengyi was right.

After all, I'm all in the circle, so I can't help but feel the urge to lick it, but isn't it a bit too much for you to lick it so naked?

But I'll spare you once because you are capable!

Li Yansong said curiously: "How did you think of teaching the people these strange numbers? You can use other words instead. Your method refreshes me, but it is better to teach some benevolence, righteousness, morality and the words of the saints!"

Fang Zheng asked in reverse: "Can the words of the saint be eaten as food?"

"You!!" The three of them immediately glared at each other. Even if you have no character, you don't want the identity of a scholar?

Fang Zhengyi was too lazy to talk to them, so he waved his hand and said, "There is no other reason. Isn't this simple and easy to learn? These people have never been to elementary school and read the words of saints. Can they draw the lottery? They can learn it in a while.

Is it?"

The three of them laughed awkwardly and didn't say anything, but you're right.

I was anxious and spoke quickly, but I forgot that the people had basically never read books.

Numbers are very important. Although people cannot read, they do not mean they cannot read numbers. They are smarter than anyone else when buying vegetables in the market.

This is the more important reason why Fang Zhengyi chose numbers.

After the people understand the basic numbers and numerical rules, they can clearly mark prices in the market.

In today's market transactions, the price of things costs depends on the people's price, and then bargaining.

It can be said that the whole process is opaque.

What Fang Zhengyi likes most is to start small, with low cost and high returns.

If most people know the numbers, they can begin to force the products on the market to set price tags.

In this way, the people can compare the two things when buying things, and the competition between merchants will become more intense, and the people will benefit from it.

Clear and transparent prices can often lead to better flow of goods.

Seeing the three old men standing there stupidly, Fang Zhengyi took out three notes from his sleeve enthusiastically.

"Come on! Three seniors, today the lottery winners have a share. I still have a lottery ticket for the lottery. Let's have fun together."

Then he pulled Zhang Dongxiang's hand without saying a word and slapped the prize ticket in his hand. Fang Zheng glanced sharply and saw another prize ticket in his palm.

He joked: "Oh! It turns out that several seniors already have it! That's really awkward."

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Chapter completed!