In the Prefectural Mufu Mansion, a servant hurriedly ran to Liu Zhang's study, but was stopped by Wang Xu, the leader of the soldiers: "What's the matter?"
"A girl came outside and said she was here to deliver a brochure to Mr. Huang Quanhuang."
Wang Xu glanced inside. Liu Zhang was sitting alone on a straw mat, drawing something on a white paper with a pen. This state had been maintained all night. Looking at Liu Zhang's tired look, Wang Xu shouted to his servant: "What?
It's such an urgent matter, come back later."
The servant was about to leave when suddenly Liu Zhang's voice came from inside: "If she is Mr. Huang's person, let her in."
"Yes." The servant responded and went out. Wang Xu sighed helplessly. He had been following Liu Zhang for several years. Liu Zhang used to be obsessed with sex and he had sighed countless times. But now that Liu Zhang is diligent in political affairs, he still couldn't help it.
sigh.
Huang Yue carried the bamboo slip inside. The early morning breeze blew her hair a little messy, and her thin yellow clothes were soaked in the mist, making her figure even more slim. Liu Zhang lowered his head and drew something while casually asking: "Are you from the Huang family?"
Servant? Why didn’t Mr. Huang come?”
Huang Yue carefully put down the bamboo slips and said: "Brother, he didn't sleep last night and just fell asleep this morning. I couldn't bear to wake him up, so... I also ask Mr. Zhou Mu to forgive me." After Huang Yue finished speaking, he felt his heart break.
Thumping.
"Brother?" Liu Zhang raised his head and looked at Huang Yue, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Is it you?" Then he slapped his forehead and said: "I remember, we met on the street. You said you were Mr. Huang's sister, but why?
Did you come here early in the morning and don’t have any servants?"
"We still live in a rented house." Huang Yue felt warm in her heart for no reason when she heard that Liu Zhang remembered her.
"Huh~~" Liu Zhang let out a long breath, threw the pen aside and said: "Look at me as a state shepherd, I will reward you with a mansion later, and I will give you half of the servants in the shepherd's house."
"No, no, no, no need." Huang Yue hurriedly waved his hand and said, "How can we ask for the servants of Mr. Zhou Mu? We still have money. We will buy a house in a few days and add some servants and maids."
"I know that you come from a wealthy family and are not short of money, but if you have money, why don't you reward me? Well, to tell you the truth, there are only two of us in this huge mansion, so there is no need for so many maids and servants. I
I wanted to send them away for a long time, but I was afraid they would have nowhere to go, so giving them to you just solves my problem."
"No, that." Huang Yue became embarrassed: "If my brother knew that I came to deliver something and was rewarded by Master Zhou Mu, he would definitely scold me. If Master Zhou Mu insists on rewarding me, he will reward my brother in the future.
Bar."
Seeing Huang Yue clasping her fingers at a loss, Liu Zhang suddenly smiled and said, "That's fine. You can go back first and tell Huang Quan that you don't have to come to the Mufu today."
"Oh." Huang Yue responded lonely, and was about to leave when he suddenly saw Liu Zhang half-leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and meditating. He couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything difficult for Mr. Zhou Mu?"
"Yes." Liu Zhang said casually with his eyes closed: "I have drawn the graphics, but I still have to mark them with names and sizes. It's very difficult."
Huang Yue glanced at the white paper in front of Liu Zhang, and saw that those precious white papers were all painted with things that she had never seen before. They looked quite interesting, but she was very confused about Liu Zhang's words.
"Master Zhou Mu, don't you just write the name? What's so difficult about this? Don't you have a ruler to measure the size?"
How could Liu Zhang tell Huang Yue that he couldn't write calligraphy with a brush, and that it was fine to use the brush as a paint pen for drawing, but for writing, it was still traditional Chinese characters, forget it.
Liu Zhang could only whisper to Huang Yue in an embarrassed tone: "My handwriting is very ugly."
Looking at Liu Zhang's behavior, Huang Yue couldn't help but smile. She didn't expect a dignified state pastor to have such an attitude, but she felt much more friendly. Huang Yue said softly: "Sir, how many times has this young lady read?
The writing in the New Year's book is barely legible, can you help me?"
Liu Zhang glanced at Huang Yue. Huang Yue's pink face was slightly red. Liu Zhang was stunned for three seconds, and suddenly slammed the table: "Okay, I couldn't ask for more." Huang Yue was startled.
"Now, this is a chair, no, no, no, it's not a chair, it's a chair, a dragon chair."
"Dragon chair? What is it?"
"That's where the emperor sits."
"..., that's called the dragon bed."
Huang Yue squatted at first, but then he got tired. He sat down unknowingly and leaned against Liu Zhang. Liu Zhang was guiding him. Huang Yue first wrote on the bamboo slips. After Liu Zhang nodded, he wrote on the paper. Liu Zhang had to
Admit it, Huang Yue's calligraphy is indeed full of beauty and pleasing to the eye.
"The side inner angle is ninety degrees, and the inner angle is one hundred and twenty degrees."
"This place is so small, how can we write so many words?"
Liu Zhang looked at it and found that the support part of the chair was indeed very small. With a writing brush, not to mention traditional Chinese characters, even so many simplified Chinese characters could not be squeezed in. After thinking for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up. He found a piece of silk and wrote on it.
0, 1, 2...9, ten Arabic numerals, asked Huang Yue: "Do you know them?"
"No." Huang Yue shook her head.
"Well, let me explain it to you. This is called the Sanmiao number, which is a number invented by the Sanmiao tribe of Chi You in ancient times..."
After Liu Zhang poured digital inventions on the Chinese people, he began to explain it to Huang Yue attentively. Huang Yue listened with great interest, and the more he listened, the more surprised he became. The two of them were completely immersed in their work.
"General, it's time for Lord Zhou Mu to discuss politics soon. Do you want to call me?" a soldier said to Wang Xuda.
"What a fart." Wang Xu glanced at the two people inside, although there was no skin contact, but from his perspective, they looked like two people cuddling each other, and said: "My lord finally relaxed for a while, and you are still discussing something. You are going to tire me out."
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At this moment, Liu Zhang stood up, straightened his clothes and said to Huang Yue: "I'm going to the front hall. Miss, please help yourself."
"Oh." The calm smile that had always been on Huang Yue's face suddenly disappeared, and he felt a little lonely. He suddenly plucked up the courage to raise his head and said, "Sir, can I still come here tomorrow? I, I haven't fully understood those numbers yet.
the rules.”
Liu Zhang chuckled: "Of course, I haven't finished the drawing yet, so I can save a maid... Oh, I'm sorry, I made a mistake."
Seeing Liu Zhang's agreement, Huang Yue's face regained its expression: "It's nothing, sir, just treat me like a maid."
Liu Zhang picked up a few marked drawings and waved to Wang Xu. Wang Xu stepped forward and said, "My lord, you have been busy all night. Do you want to take a rest?"
"No, just come back later and catch up on your sleep. Let's go. By the way, call me earlier in the future. I almost missed the time today."
"Yes." Wang Xu agreed, but sighed again in his heart. Was the lord possessed by an evil spirit or something? Overnight, he changed from a cowardly and mediocre lord to a diligent and wise king. He even felt that he couldn't adapt to it.
Huang Yue watched Liu Zhang leave the house, and continued to calculate for a while the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division that Liu Zhang said. Seeing that Liu Zhang would not come back soon, he was about to leave when Liu Xun suddenly ran out from inside. The little guy looked at the empty door.
, said blankly: "Daddy is gone again."
The words were full of disappointment, and even Huang Yue was affected. She stood up and bowed and said: "Young lady has met the young master."
Liu Xun turned his head and looked at Huang Yue. He looked up and down with his big eyes open and found nothing worthy of attention. He took out his pen and bamboo slips and began to practice calligraphy on them. Huang Yue took two steps towards the door.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and I turned to Liu Xundao: "Sir, if you are not here, can I accompany you to write?"
"No." Liu Xun said without looking back.
Huang Yue was stunned for a moment, not angry, but still said in a gentle voice: "If the young master can write well, or even write a poem or an article, your Excellency will be very happy, maybe..."
"Really?" Before Huang Yue finished speaking, Liu Xun turned around in surprise and looked at Huang Yue expectantly, "If I can write poetry, will dad really be happy?"
Huang Yue was stunned for a moment and said with certainty: "Of course it's true."
"Great, sister, please teach me to write now. No, there is also poetry. I want to write a new Book of Songs."
Huang Yue: "..." Sure enough, he has great ambitions.;