Ronald has an amazing talent in mathematics.

To be precise, it is a strong memory ability and mathematical talent that complement each other.

After enlightenment, his almost unforgettable memory was able to repeat what he had just finished saying, and his spatial ability was even more amazing.

After thirty minutes after he taught the multiplication of nine-nine, division, and basic geometry such as squares and triangles, Ronald tried to calculate the multiplication of four-digit numbers. The reason was that he taught him vertical calculations. He was like a naughty child getting a new toy, enjoying it repeatedly, just because the results were novel and infinite.

"3261 multiplied by 6121... equals 19960581..." When he first calculated the four-digit multiplication, the calculation of the other four-digit numbers suddenly increased several times.

Soon, he discovered a new way of playing, "turn 100 points into half, 50 points into half, 50 points into half, 25 points into half..."

Ronald's face showed confusion.

After a while, Chen Yin was about to answer, but when he heard Ronald suddenly said, "It became half of 12 and 1."

Chen Yin was stunned. Is this child going to realize the score by himself?

Is it the power that you enlighten, or the talent?

Or both.

Soon, Ronald continued to split, and half of 1 became half of 1, half of 1, half of 1, half of 1, and half of 1, and his mouth was dry. Chen Yin's surprise was not only that.

Because Ronald thought of another thing.

"A pie can be divided into three parts, one for me, one for dad, and one for mom, but how can one be divided into three parts?"

The lights in the bell tower gradually went out. Chen Yin realized that there was not much time and taught him the score: "Divid 1 into three parts, equal to one-third..."

After Chen Yin explained the concept of scores clearly, the lights of the Bell Tower of Suffering had been consumed to only one level. Chen Yin narrowed his perspective and ended his appearance.

"What an amazing mathematical talent..." Chen Yin sighed in his heart, because in the end, Ronald was actually thinking about the Pythagorean theorem.

He immediately thought to himself, "I wouldn't have cultivated Ramanujan in this world by accident?"

With his eyes removed from the castle, Chen Yin glanced at the pagan sermon and thought of Lomea, the girl he admired.

Boom.

The inexplicable sound of the rolling sea of ​​clouds interrupted Chen Yin's thoughts, and he raised his head in confusion.

Chen Yin stared at the source of the sound, which seemed to come from the opposite position to the Clock Tower of Suffering. The Clock Tower of Suffering was not far from his left, and the sound came from the right.

Boom.

He heard it right, the sea of ​​clouds was swaying with a faint thunder.

"What is that..." Chen Yin stared at him curiously.

However, there is only thunder, and there has been no other change for a long time.

"Maybe I have to continue to show my saints to promote the changes of the sea of ​​clouds?" Chen Yin made a guess and couldn't help but be excited. You should know that this is the first time in five years that the sea of ​​clouds has changed differently.

Chen Yin was about to bring his thoughts back to think, and was about to leave, but finally he looked at the Resurrection Town and accidentally swept the familiar figure.

Yin Delai knelt in front of the statue, holding the scriptures in his hand, and prayed sternly.

"My only true Lord, the Father who gave birth to the gods, please... listen to the pious prayer of your humble servant..."

"You are the Lord of My Lord, I... Father of Father, thank you... for giving me wisdom and leaving me behind the kingdom of heaven..."

He closed his eyes tightly and tried hard to recite the difficult scriptures.

"It seems that it's really the same as what he said. Let's change the faith of God." Chen Yin felt funny and did not intend to respond to his prayers.

The next morning, Chen Yin sliced ​​the bran bread into wine and soaked it slowly. The bread made of bran hybrid wheat such as cortex, germ, lake powder layer and endosperm is a staple food commonly eaten by ordinary people. There is little meat. Unless it is a festival, the civilians in Resurrection Town will stew some lamb or chicken for a long time.

"Brother, it's been a long time since the pagan mourning day, and it seems that the day is almost time to go to the market." During the meal, Hedwig reminded.

Since the reign of the pagans, the town of Resurrection has acted according to the customs of pagans, and according to their calendar, the day of mourning will be held in a few weeks. The market lasts thirty to forty-five days, and there will be no curfew in the first week and the last week.

Because it is adjacent to the holy land, a considerable number of pilgrims or merchants from various pagan countries will pass through this place, and the scale of the market will be crowded.

Chen Yin took a bite and finally soaked the soft bread. The sour smell filled his mouth. Calculated the days, it was almost the same.

"Well, I'll go to the countryside the day after tomorrow. The hunters there should have fresh animal skins."

The family's leather shop has to rely on this market for half a year's income. As long as the skin is fresh, it can often be sold at a good price. After all, merchants often make a big profit when reselling it to the Holy City.

This grand market was a good thing that was only found in the beginning of the rule of the pagans, and even the most devout priest in the town could not refute it.

............

Baron Ate, who was unable to sleep due to excitement, carefully pushed open the door of his son's bedroom and ran into Ronald, sleeping heavily on the table, still holding a quill pen in his hand. He stood on tiptoe and saw the dense linen paper full of numbers. His surprised smile squeezed on his face. The dry ink smelled even more than the sweetness of the morning tulips.

"My Lord, praise you!" The stupid son in his memory calculated the complex numbers that he could not understand in one night. Baron Ate's respect was indescribable.

Ronald seemed to be awakened. He got up from the table in a daze, pulled up the linen paper full of numbers and figures, and fell on the tip of the pen to write for a few seconds before he found that the ink had dried up. He dipped it in ink and calculated the math problems he had made on his own, and even his father did not find it behind him.

"Ronald, my dear Ronald, are you writing these?" Baron Ate asked excitedly when he saw his son wake up.

"Two times two equals four, three times three equals nine, they are all multiplied by themselves...what multiplied by themselves equals two?what multiplied by themselves equals three?" Ronald murmured, writing non-stop.

Baron Ate, who was neglected, was not discouraged. Instead, he was happy that his son was concentrating on studying. His son had already started studying mathematics. He studied architecture and theology in the future, and his achievements would definitely be higher than his own. You know, he was a child who had received the magical script!

To hire a math teacher, our Lord has done enough. Baron Ate no longer asks for anything else. "You should not ask for more from God" is a doctrine that every true believer knows.

"One pie can be divided into three parts, two cows can give birth to six cows. Dad once called three deer from the woods. There are numbers in every place, and numbers are everywhere..."

Baron Atei was shocked that while he was immersed in the excitement, Ronald had already thought about mathematics from another direction.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a shaking silence.

"So...what is God's number?"
Chapter completed!