Hundreds of schools follow

Chapter 80 I'm Angry, I'm Angry
In the main room of the museum, Fan Huashi was drinking light tea and reading the publications, feeling fascinated.

Waiting to read all the publications, it was four o'clock in the morning, and the sky was completely dark.

She got up and walked to the window, took a look at the night scene, and then closed the window.

Since Xue Wang supported the Mohist Workshop to re-enter business, the curfew in Xianjing was also lifted due to the hot demand in the night market, and the movement is indeed more free.

But this night was also noisy, and Fan Huashi felt that he was an outsider every night, so he might as well seek peace in the ink shop.

Only when grandpa was at home would she be in a hurry to go back.

But grandpa, as the secretary of the school palace, is entangled in trivial matters, and Fengtian will guide the way soon, so I am afraid that he will have to live in the school palace recently.

After Fan Huashi stretched his waist and sighed, he picked up his small bag, turned off the lights and went downstairs.

Turning off the lights all the way, walked to the stairs, glanced at the empty board, and turned off the lights in the lobby.

Only then did she realize that there was still light in the library.

By the way, the sandalwood tassel is still there.

Fan Huashi didn't intend to greet him, but the last person to leave had to lock the door routinely. It's always bad for her to lock guests inside like this, at least make sure that the other party won't go out.

Fan Huashi then walked all the way to the front of the library with a small bag.

The door was ajar, but she knocked lightly anyway.

No one answered.

Are you afraid that you left without turning off the lights?

Only then did Fan Huashi shake his head and push the door open.

then……

Then she saw a handsome man sleeping on his side under the oil lamp.

The flickering lights reflect the layering and charm of the handsome man.

This beautiful scene, for a person with poor self-control like Yingli, would probably make her drool on the spot.

But Fan Huashi passed by in just a short while, walking all the way to Tan Ying's side, and glanced at the scattered books on the table.

They are all very basic mathematics books, which are just tasteless things that I read when I was seven or eight years old.

It seems that although this Tan He is interested in mathematics and science, his foundation is very limited, so he asked his grandfather to help him study in the ink library.

Is he the arguer?

Can he withstand the coercion and refutation of the Dao Discussion Hall?

Thinking of this, Fan Huashi's complexion turned pale suddenly, and his breathing became louder. He held the desk and wiped his forehead before he regained his composure.

Forget it, the matter of the way of heaven has nothing to do with me.

At this time, she looked at Tan Ying again, and felt that it was too late for him to read these things at his age.

But the heart to study is good after all.

Fan Huashi then put down the pouch, went back to the main room of the museum, took out his long winter scarf and covered Tanying, left a note on the note left by the secretary, then turned off the lights and left .

……

While Tanying was lying on her stomach, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Nima, it's so hot.

Drenched in sweat.

But sleepy, too lazy to get up.

But it was too hot.

no way.

He finally opened his eyes, and angrily removed the long scarf on his body.

Damn, big summer, crazy!

It wasn't until he lit the lamp and saw the soft white long scarf that he seemed to smell the light fragrance from it that he finally felt relieved.

Then came the note.

It belonged to Shu Zuo, she said that the guest room was on the westernmost side of the second floor, so it was a good place to live.

Below, there is another line of handwriting that is obviously more beautiful——

[Learning ink is not afraid of old age, hard work can make up for one's weakness. 】

[The white scarf will be given to Shu Zuo tomorrow]

[The door is locked, please jump out of the window if you go out. 】

???

Tan Ying was confused.

It's true that hard work can make up for one's weakness, but I'm so old?

He scratched his head and threw the long scarf aside.

Cover me with this in the summer, you are afraid that I will sleep too well, aren't you...

Throwing away the long towel, Tanying grabbed the big cup again and walked out, ready to drink some water before continuing.

When he got out of the library, he realized that the lights in the library were on, as if they were reserved for him specially.

Yes, very discerning price.

He walked all the way to the water room.

Undoubtedly, when he passed the stairs, he seemed to see something interesting.

He stopped walking, twisted his body, and narrowed his eyes——

[One zongzi sells for 3 baht. After eating, you can get 1 zongzi leaf, and 5 zongzi leaves can be exchanged for a new zongzi.

[I have 1234500 baht, how many zongzi can I eat at most? 】

Tan Ying is happy now.

Haha, elementary school Mathematical Olympiad.

The Suwen Ink Museum opened to teach lessons, and the question on the board must be for children.

It seems that the children couldn't figure it out.

It's okay, uncle will help you.

Just woke up, do mental gymnastics to relax.

Although there are some vague concepts of infinite series hidden in it, we can solve it by adding, subtracting and multiplying without advanced mathematical tools.

So Tan Ying grabbed a charcoal pencil, wrote down a few calculations in two or three strokes, and finally came up with the answer——

【514374】

……

The next morning, at Jiangmao time, I saw a young mohist standing in front of the moh hall.

There is no doubt that the person who is so dumbfounded can only be Zhu Qi.

At this moment, Zhu Qi had dark bags under his eyes and disheveled hair, apparently he hadn't slept all night.

In his hand, he was holding a stack of not-thin calculation papers.

1234500.
Why, why does one person have so many baht!Can't he change it to two and gold!
Zongzi, eat Zongzi.

Why is he so good at eating, the rice dumplings in Chu country are not enough for him to eat alone!
Zongye, 5 Zongye for a new Zongye.

Is there a serious illness for the owner of this stall? Can’t sell it in a package of 15 rice dumplings for 6 baht!

Indeed, the algorithm of 15 baht and 6 rice dumplings is Zhu Qi's overthinking.

Just because on this basis, for every 75 baht spent, you can save 5 extra rice dumpling leaves and exchange for one more rice dumpling!
On the basis of this extra exchange, you can exchange another rice dumpling for every 375 baht!
Then 1875 and more!

After that is 9375... 46875...

Infinitely looping and superimposing.

It hurts...it hurts...

Master, you are torturing people so much, it is really...

What a naughty little fairy!
Unexpectedly, I, Zhu Qiquan, figured it out for you!
Followed by 234375, 1171875 and 5859375!

It's over, 5859375 is finally over!
Kind of you add two zeros!

It's too late!
At this moment, Zhu Qi stood in front of the door, with only the last obsession left in his mind and eyes——

"Light skirt and tights... light skirt and tights..."

He stood like this until the fourth quarter of the hour.

Then the porter yawned and came out of the small room on the edge of the courtyard.

"Quick! Quick!!" Zhu Qi roared desperately.

The concierge was also terrified, trotted all the way and opened the door of the hall, and then opened the door of the building.

Zhu Qi rolled and climbed all the way, and finally rushed to the small board at the top of the stairs, grabbing the charcoal pencil desperately.

Then I saw the number that had been engraved in my heart in one night——

【514374】? ? ? ? ?
Zhu Qi was stunned for a moment, completely empty.

It was a long time before he—

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

……

At the second quarter of the hour, the ink shop opened wide.

But those who came and went did not work.

Hundreds of people gathered around the small board at the top of the stairs.

Zhu Qi was still sitting on the ground at this time, just staring blankly at the simple calculations on the board, unable to speak, and his eyes were absent-minded.

Others also criticized constantly.

These lines of calculation are as follows -

【先用15铢得6粽1叶，其后每12铢买4粽，加上之前留下的1叶，便可多换1粽，又余1叶。

[That is, every 12 baht gets 5 rice dumplings. 】

[Buy in this way, you can get 514365 rice dumplings, the last remaining 3 rice dumplings, plus the first 6 rice dumplings, the total:]

【514374】

In fact, Tan Ying could have written it more concisely, it was all for children to understand.

It is not difficult for people who have been in the ink shop to understand this. Seeing such a solution, some people say it is wonderful, and some people regret it.

"Oh, I also thought of it on the way back. I thought I would write it today."

"Me neither!"

"Is this method really right? I don't understand it."

"Ah, um, it's hard to say..."

Just as he was speaking, Fan Huashi's regular voice like digital musical notes came from afar.

"But 514374?"

Everyone hurriedly moved out of the aisle, turned around and saluted: "It's exactly..."

"That's right." Fan Huashi wasn't surprised at all, and just walked forward with a small bag on his shoulders, "It seems that the questions for this ten days are really too simple."

While talking, she walked up to Xiaoban, looked at Xie Fa and nodded.

"It's not the most beautiful solution, but it's still acceptable." After saying that, she walked upstairs, "I will prepare two meals, and the problem solver, just knock on my door at noon."

Seeing the owner go upstairs, everyone looked at each other on the spot.

who?Who is it? !
This question has been asked before, but there is no answer.

At this time, someone grabbed the young Mohist and said: "When you came, the answer was here?"

"Yes..." Zhu Qi shook his head blankly, "It's impossible for someone to be earlier than me..."

"That must have been written last night."

"I'm afraid it's not Shuzuo? You drove us away and answered the questions yourself?"

"Impossible, Shuzuo doesn't have such a brain!"

"Is there anything to hide here? Is it necessary to be so low-key?"

"It doesn't matter, no matter who it is, remember, light skirt and tights!!"

"Yes, black socks!"

"Black? White socks!!!"

"The owner's style, shouldn't he have black socks?"

"Shouldn't be white???"

At this point another dispute started.

……

During the whole morning, Fan Huashi ordered a few official tasks, changed a few blueprints, mobilized a few people, and ordered Shu Zuo to go out to buy some dishes early, while he picked up the newly delivered medical publications and read them at leisure.

When touching fish, time always flies by, let alone in the morning.

When Fan Hua put down the publications, a table of dishes and opposite seats had already been set up.

Looking at the water clock in the room again, it seems that it is almost noon, and the noon bell will be struck soon.

She then took out the bronze mirror and combed her hair a little, smoothed out the gray shirt lightly, then crossed the chair again, and sat at the table with a dignified and decent demeanor.

Although this question is simple, it is a bit clever to figure out this approach.

Well, probably at my five-year-old level.

It depends on who is coming, whether it is a man or a woman, an elder or a young man.

But it must also be made clear that it was only because no one had solved the problem for too long that I gave up.

When—when—when—

Xianjing noon bell rang.

Fan Huashi silently closed his eyes, smiled, imagining the awkward person outside the door, raising his hand to knock on the door.

Three, two, one...

Nothing.

Fan Hua couldn't help but twitch.

Are you so unpunctual?

Or busy with business...

She then imagined that person put down the paperwork and hurried up the stairs.

Three, two, one...

Still nothing.

Or something that can't get away temporarily.

And so, she began to imagine that neighbor who dealt with the situation in a hurry...

So and so, dozens of them later.

Half an hour passed like this.

The dishes are cold.

Just when Fan Huashi was trembling with anger.

at last……

dong dong dong-

She hastily took a breath, trying to calm down her demeanor, and then pretended to be meaningless: "Come in."

As soon as the door opened, Shu Zuo poked his head in: "Have you finished eating? I'm here to collect the tableware..."

"..."

"..."

After an embarrassing silence, Shu Zuo stared at the untouched dish and said, "That person didn't come?"

"Who is it? What's here?" Fan Huashi turned his face and pointed to the seat in front of him, "There's an extra meal, you can eat."

"I have eaten, the owner..."

"Oh, then feed it to the dogs."

"No, I'll eat!"

Shuzuo was forced to rush forward to take a seat, grabbed the chopsticks and stuffed them in mouthfuls one by one. While stuffing them, he raised his head and asked, "Master, do you eat too...I'm eating with you."

"Not hungry." Fan Huashi only tilted his head and said.

"..." Shu Zuo ate hard and said, "Maybe...the problem solver is away on business temporarily, or someone passing by solved it and doesn't know the rules in our library."

"What are you talking about?" Fan Huashi asked sideways, "I wasn't thinking about it at all, what problem solver?"

"..." Shu Zuo didn't dare to say more, just lowered his head and chewed vigorously.

Angry, angry, the host is angry.

But she never wanted others to know she was angry.

So I pretend to forget about it...

Then I forget it too...

However, Fan Huashi shook his head again, and casually took out a pen and paper: "By the way, the board is empty, it's time to come up with a new question."

While speaking, the bamboo pen in her hand scratched fiercely on the paper like killing a pig.

Shuzuo felt pain when he saw it.

By the time Fan Hua finished writing, she would even have a headache——

[Fortune-telling by lottery, 6 digits are written on each sign, a total of 1000000 lots, including all numbers from 000000 to 999999.

[If the sum of the first 3 numbers of a lot is equal to the sum of the last 3 numbers, then this lot is called auspicious.

[Certificate: The sum of all lucky numbers is divisible by 13. 】

"Master! You can't do it!" Shuzuo squirted and blocked, "You are trying to kill Zhu Qi! I'm afraid he will list all the numbers and add them up!!"

"Add as he pleases." Fan Huashi put down his pen and slapped it, "Post it up after eating."

"Then there will be no one to do work this afternoon." Shuzuo persuaded, "The curator...if I remember correctly, he solved two problems...can I talk to you...under the moon?"

"I remember correctly, I would like to have a deep friendship with people who are good at calculation."

The secretary hurriedly put down the tableware, picked up the question surface and read it: "But no one can solve two questions in a row. It is said that the second question of the curator will always be an unsolvable question."

"The second question is easy to solve, and the third question is unsolvable." Fan Huashi chuckled, "It's just that I have no solution, so I wrote it to solve it."

"Is this easy to understand???"

"Well, a boy of fifteen or sixteen is enough."

"But Zhu Qi will be dead!"

"Who is Zhu Qi?"

"This……"

"Not finished yet?"

"Eat, eat, eat..."

…………

At the end of the day, Shu Zuo, with a heavy heart, pasted a brand new title on the board of the ink shop.

Mozhefang people came here after hearing the news.

"So fast? Don't you have to wait for the next ten days?"

"You don't know...the owner of the hall sat empty for half an hour, but he didn't wait for anyone."

"??? Dare to honor the appointment of the owner? Are you in a hurry to go to the Western Forest Farm?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'd,that's why you went first."

During the discussion, I saw a group of ink practitioners with black circles rushing towards them.

"Bring me a question! I won't leave tonight without saying anything!"

Everyone hurriedly moved out of the way, and asked the warrior to read the question first.

At this time, Shu Zuo had just posted it, so everyone stopped talking and carefully reviewed the questions.

Each signature has 6 digits, a total of 1000000 signatures...

If the sum of the first 3 numbers of a lot is equal to the sum of the last 3 numbers, then this sign is called auspicious...

Proof: The sum of all lucky numbers is divisible by 13. ...

This... what is this thing? ? ?

Even Zhu Qi was on the spot dumbfounded, staring blankly at Shuzuo and said, "The owner...do you want me to die?"

"The owner of the museum obviously doesn't care about your life or death!" Shu Zuo just shook his head and said, "Don't forget it...you can't count it..."

"Of course I know..." Zhu Qi looked at the question in despair, "If you want to list all the numbers of the auspicious signature...give me a few days and maybe I can write them all, but this question...you have to list all the numbers Adding up...and then dividing by 13 for business...I'm afraid that people from one museum can't figure it out, obviously we can only find a clever solution."

While he was speaking, several people beside him silently copied the title and walked away sullenly.

Only then did Zhu Qi come to his senses: "By the way, if this problem can be solved...it will be under the moon...Ah! I will try my best!"

After saying that, he didn't delay any longer, and hurriedly copied the title and ran away.

Under his suggestion, many people also tacitly did the same thing.

Talking under the moon means deep friendship and dating, and the default is to have one-on-one meetings after dark.

This talk has no requirements on gender, but if two men have a dinner party, they will probably call it a chat over wine, and emphasizing the moonlight will make their relationship appear to be not pure.

Therefore, over time, the talk under the moon is tacitly regarded as only between men and women who intend to develop relationships.

This kind of blessing far exceeds the lunch at the same table, and even people who are not good at arithmetic are eager to give it a try.

Shu Zuo could only sigh.

I am afraid that no one will do the work in the afternoon.

(End of this chapter)