Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 202 Strange Probability

"Come on, come on, come out and say what is written on the lottery!"

After Yang Chuanwu said something, he turned to Gu Siwei: "Siwei, you are ready to write."

Gu Siwei was a little confused at this time, because he could use a hard pen, but now he was stuffed with a brush.

"I can't write with a brush, I haven't written much before."

At that time, Gu Siwei used hard brushes, even art brushes, but he was really not good at writing brushes.

Yang Chuanwu said casually: "It's all pens, so why not use them? You can write whatever you want. Anyway, we don't have much time to read and write here."

The last sentence came to Gu Siwei's ear.

When Gu Siwei heard what he said, he couldn't help bursting into laughter, and said, "Everyone can write nonsense if they don't know each other? Also, our Zhuangzi has been literacy before, why can't we find a few now?" Literate?"

Yang Chuanwu said: "Sweeping is sweeping, but which one of you seems to be able to use words every day? I forgot what I learned in a blink of an eye, and followed the shit out. That's all right, you look at it." Just write it."

Gu Siwei shook his head, took a pen and found a piece of paper first, and practiced on it with a brush. The writing was not good-looking, far inferior to his hard pen, but it still looked good, because he knew the structure of characters or something. It's still there, at least it's a correct word, it's not good-looking, but it's recognizable anyway.

"I want to write a gold ingot!"

A guy stood up, said something to Yang Chuanwu, and then continued: "Draw another gold ingot!"

Yang Chuanwu smiled and said: "I think you look like a gold ingot, which is too vulgar. Return the gold ingot. Have you seen what a gold ingot looks like?"

"It's as if you've seen it before."

Before Yang Chuanwu's words fell to the ground, an old elder below cheerfully opened his mouth with few teeth and started yelling at Yang Chuanwu.

Yang Chuanwu was not angry, and said directly: "I really haven't seen it, Liu Ye, have you really seen Jin Yuanbao?"

"As poor as his family is, have you ever seen a gold ingot? He has seen the golden shit, but it must have been in a dream...".

Another old man started to laugh at this man.

Now everyone burst into laughter.

After about a minute, Yang Chuanwu stretched out his hand and pressed it: "Everyone be quiet, or is it gold ingots?"

"If you can't write about gold ingots, why not write about the Sixth Team of Liumo Village? Let's see if it works, and a little more words will be safe."

At this time, a man in his thirties said.

"I said Luan Lao Liu, there is no one in your family who is suitable, what kind of fun do you join in?"

"I came here just to join in the fun, why not?"

"Okay, okay, I'm going to go home and make a fuss. Seriously, what should I write?" Yang Chuanwu asked everyone again.

Now some people say they want to write about gold ingots, and some say they want to write about the Sixth Team of Shimo Village. In short, everyone has whatever they want to write.

"Is there a letter!" Yang Chuanwu asked loudly.

Gu Siwei reached out and touched him at this moment.

"what?"

"If you can write everything, it's just two sheets of paper anyway."

Gu Siwei really didn't want to wait any longer, not to mention that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, although the few people who worked in his house hadn't eaten either, they all took them home. Right below, Gu Siwei saw two or three One of them was holding a stickmeal pancake and gnawing there.

As for where the pancakes that were originally brought home were served, it goes without saying that they were either given to the children or the elders in the family. This is what they do now. Respecting the old and loving the young is the basic operation.

But Gu Siwei is really hungry now. After working all afternoon and several hours of work, it is impossible not to be hungry.

"Okay, that's it, write everything Siwei says!"

In the latter sentence, Yang Chuanwu said it to the big guy.

Gu Siwei swiped his pen directly, took two pieces of paper, and wrote the six groups of Jin Yuanbao and Shimo Village respectively on them.

"Draw another gold ingot!"

Seeing that Gu Siwei finished writing in a hurry, Yang Chuanwu said again.

Gu Siwei said: "Don't you want to be fair and just? You let others draw this gold ingot!"

"That's a good idea!"

When Yang Chuanwu heard this, he immediately asked the guy who was going to draw gold ingots to come up.

"Uncle, I really can't draw!"

"Then you are shouting so loudly, hurry up, don't take up the time of the big guys, I haven't eaten yet, come up and draw something!"

Yang Chuanwu saw that the boy was still twitching, and immediately hated iron for being weak. Seeing that the boy was not moving, he simply went over and carried him to the edge of the table.

Seeing this kid coming, Gu Siwei gave him the brush in his hand.

This kid is really stumped now, where has he seen any gold ingots, he has seen the ones on the paintings, but with his ability, how to draw them? !

"Draw any one you want!"

Gu Siwei saw that the kid was worried, and thought to himself: Why, are you really going to draw a gold ingot that is exactly the same?Don't even think about it, just draw something casually, and it's not easy to recognize the thing you drew as a gold ingot.

"Yup!"

Hearing what Gu Siwei said, the kid finally got the hang of it, and slapped his thigh: "It's not like I can draw whatever I want!"

As he said that, he saw the kid holding the pen, holding it straight. Gu Siwei had seen it on TV in Journey to the West, and Sun Wukong used the pen like this.

I saw this kid was about to draw on the blank space of the paper with a pen.

"Don't, don't draw on the words, draw in the blank space."

Yang Chuanwu saw the boy's posture, and immediately stopped him: "Don't paint the characters!"

Gu Siwei was also surprised: how can the characters be lost in the painting!

Waiting for this kid to paint, Gu Siwei finally knew Yang Chuanwu's previous insight. This kid couldn't control the brush at all, and the painting was terrible.

However, it is very qualified as a mark, and most people can't imitate it if they want to.

"I'm going back!"

Then there was nothing to do with me, so Gu Siwei talked to Yang Chuanwu.

Yang Chuanwu said: "Wait for a while, maybe you need to work, just wait for a while, just touch it in 10 minutes."

Gu Siwei had no choice but to stand aside and continue watching.

After the kid finished painting, he was kicked out by Yang Chuanwu, and he called an old man of high moral standing, that is, Guo Xiangping, to come up and fold the two pieces of paper with words written on them first, and fold the rest of the white paper. , All thrown into the battle.

In the end, under the witness of everyone, Ba Dou was shaken so that the paper inside fell apart, and the last piece of red cloth was covered like this.

At this time, Gu Siwei remembered, and thought to himself: There must be an order in this touch, how to decide who comes first, and then draw lots? !
Yang Chuanwu said at this time: "If there is someone in the family who is qualified, you can come up by yourself or send someone up!"

Hula!

Before Yang Chuanwu could finish his sentence, a group of people came to the center of the drying yard, which was called swift.

"You... you... your group, you... you... you, one group, the remaining group, all groups of scissors, rock, paper!"

Gu Siwei originally thought that he had to draw lots, but who knew that Yang Chuanwu's method was still so simple.

There is nothing to say, a group of half-grown kids led the young people into three groups and started rock-paper-scissors.

Soon the three groups selected the first one to win. Naturally, the three groups worked together to determine the first one, and the last two were compared. That's it. After 5 minutes, the order of everyone's lottery came out. .

Gu Siwei was wondering again at this moment: Why not use this method to directly compare the number one?
I am very entangled, I want to ask, but Yang Chuanwu is very busy now, and I really don't have time to answer Gu Siwei's question.

The first boy caught one, but when Guo Xiangping opened the paper, it was a blank piece of paper.

Accompanied by the sighs of a few people, the boy returned to the crowd dejectedly.

The second one still grabbed a blank piece of paper, like a defeated rooster, it returned to the crowd as if it fell apart.

The luck of the third kid was so bad that he caught one directly. When the paper was opened by Guo Xiangping, the kid jumped up.

After three or four minutes of excitement, the lottery activity continued.

Now there is only one quota left in the field, but there are still more than [-] people, which obviously makes the lottery even more tense.

Gu Siwei looked at the rest of the people, and found that Zhao Fangming was standing last, so he glanced at him.

At this moment, Zhao Fangming also looked at Gu Siwei. Seeing Gu Siwei looking at him, he smiled bitterly at Gu Siwei. It is obvious that this recruitment is very important to the livelihood of Zhao Fangming's family, but now his position, the possibility of getting this job Health is almost zero.

Gu Siwei also smiled at him, and at this moment, Lao Gu also felt that there was no hope for him.

There is another lottery, and the recruitment will be over if they are picked out.

Originally, Gu Siwei thought it would be soon, not only Gu Siwei, but also Yang Chuanwu and others thought the same way, thinking that they should be caught out anyway!
But the development of things is so unexpected.

Don't talk halfway, when there are five people left, the last lot is still in the bar.

That is to say, all the twenty or so people in the front have been drawn, and each of the remaining five people has a [-]% chance of being drawn out of the lottery.

Immediately, the atmosphere on the field became tense.

When the fifth-to-last boy reached out to draw lots, his hands began to shake.

"null!"

Guo Xiangping opened the paper again, but there was still nothing.

hiss!
There was a sound of breathing.

"null!"

Wow!
Everyone off the field seemed to be taken aback.

Gu Siwei also became curious now, and looked at the next person eagerly, because this was too bizarre in terms of probability.

When the penultimate kid took out the paper and it was still empty, everyone's eyes fell on the last one, Zhao Fangming.

Zhao Fangming was dumbfounded at this moment.

Now there is the last piece of paper left in Baduli, which is the last quota.

"Zhao Fangming! Come up and get the lottery." Yang Chuanwu didn't expect it either, but the result is the result.

Zhao Fangming came back to his senses, turned his head to look at his daughter-in-law in the crowd, then came to the front of Ba Dou, and took the last lot out of Ba Dou.

Give it to Guo Xiangping.

Guo Xiangping opened it to show it, what could it be if it wasn't the last one written on the lottery!
(End of this chapter)