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Chapter 91 Digging for Gold!

"So, this is a very smart kid."

Qiao Yong looked at Zhang Liang with a smile.

Zhang Liang, who was born in Yushan Academy, immediately understood the meaning of Qiao Yong's words. For Yushan children, collecting talents from all over the world is their instinct, a tradition, and a good talk!

Back then, Yun Zhao bought Quan Daming's best assistant for 40 kilograms of rice, that is to say, Yun Zhao bought his Daming Jiangshan with some insignificant money.

Therefore, it would be a crime for Zhang Liang, a child of Yushan, to see a smart child easily let go.

He stroked the little boy's soft blond hair and said, "What's your name?"

"Pierre Descartes."

Zhang Liang smiled and said to Descartes, "Your name is the same as the name of a scholar."

Descartes sniffed and said, "He is my grandfather."

Qiao Yong was stunned for a moment, and immediately chased him, "You said, your mother is the daughter of René Descartes? As far as I know, this Mr. Descartes has not been married in his life."

Descartes looked at Qiao Yong in confusion and said, "I don't know this anymore."

Qiao Yong and Zhang Liang looked at each other. They didn't think this kid would talk nonsense, there must be something in it.

When Qiao Yong came to Paris, he wanted to get the famous mathematician Descartes to Daming. Unfortunately, Mr. Descartes did not want to leave France to go to the far east.

On the one hand, his health is not good. On the other hand, Daming is too far away for him. He even feels that it is impossible for him to survive to Daming.

Sure enough, Mr. Descartes fell ill this winter, very sick...

The carriage finally came over from the congested new bridge.

Qiao Yong said to Zhang Liang, "I will go to Versailles to meet Prince Kongdai, you and Gan Chong will go to this child's house to see."

Compared to seeing Prince Kongdai in the two-story red brick Palace of Versailles with only twenty-six rooms, Qiao Yong felt that it seemed more important for Zhang Liang and Gan Chong to meet the little boy's mother.

The Governor of Malacca, Han Xiufen of Daming, has reached an agreement with the French South Sea Fleet. Governor Jean Pierre welcomes the Ming Dynasty to develop the Tamil area with them. At the same time, Count Pierre also reached an agreement on ocean trade with the Ming Dynasty. .

Prince Conde knew all of this and was allowed. Therefore, Qiao Yong entered the Palace of Versailles to see Prince Conde. It was just a routine meeting and there was no difficulty at all.

However, Mr. Descartes is different, this is the decree issued by His Majesty Emperor Daming long ago.

It is a pity that Mr. Descartes is now in bed, it is difficult to survive this winter.

Mr. Descartes is dead, his learning will not die, Mr. Descartes still has a huge number of manuscripts, the value of this thing is invaluable in the eyes of Zhang Liang.

There are only results in the open learning, and there may be some explanations, but it is very simple, which is not conducive to learning and research. Only when you get the original manuscript of Mr. Descartes, after sorting it out, you can closely follow Mr. Dickel’s Thinking, and then research new things.

It’s very likely to be rejected if he rushes to the door to ask for these learnings. If this child is really a descendant of Mr. Descartes, that’s great. Qiao Yong believes that it can be achieved either through official or private means. Inherit the purpose of Mr. Descartes’ manuscript.

As for Mr. Descartes' money inheritance, neither Qiao Yong nor Zhang Liang took it seriously.

Of the two carriages, one was taken away by Qiao Yong and the other was used by Zhang Liang. He was going to take the child to his house for a look.

It is three o'clock in the afternoon.

The stone-paved roads are pure rubbish, with ribbons, rags, broken feathers, candle oil from lights, and residues from public food stalls.

Many citizens wandered in the street, and cider and ale vendors rolled the barrels and passed through the crowds.

The shopkeeper stood in front of the shop, chatting, and greeted people.

Everyone is talking about the criminals who were hanged today. Everyone scrambled to see who said the cutest and laughed happily.

At this time, four mounted police officers came, and after a brief exchange, they followed Zhang Liang's carriage. They were all equipped with swords and scarlet cloaks.

The semi-Gothic and semi-Romanesque old building on the west side of the Seine embankment is called the Tower of Laurent. There is a large hardcover prayer book in the corner of the front. It is placed under a rain-proof drape, separated by a fence, and can only reach out. Go in and read, but can't steal it.

There is a narrow pointed arch window next to the prayer book, facing the square. Two crossed iron bars are installed in the window opening, and inside is a small room.

There is no door in the small room, and the windows are the only openings that can let in a little air and sunlight, which were cut out on the thick walls at the bottom of the ancient buildings.

Because it is close to the noisiest and most crowded square in Paris, and people come and go, this small room is especially deep and quiet.

"This cottage is famous in Paris."

Little Descartes seemed to be familiar with this place, so he took the initiative to introduce it without Zhang Liang and the others.

"At the beginning, in order to mourn her father who died in the Crusades, Mrs. Roland, the owner of the Laurent Tower, asked someone to excavate this hut on the wall of her house and confined herself in it, never leaving the door behind closed doors.

He also gave the entire mansion to the poor and God. This grief-stricken lady waited to die in this tomb prepared in advance. She waited for twenty years, praying for her father’s dead souls day and night, and fell into the dust when she slept, and she was only placed by kind passers-by. Bread and water on the edge of the window hole to pass the day.

In this way, after giving alms to others, she also accepted other people's alms. "

Little Descartes's childlike voice sounded very pleasant, but the content of the story fell in the ears of Zhang Liang and Gan Chong but it became another meaning, and even made their backs chill.

Zhang Liang, Gan Chong absolutely does not believe that Mrs. Rolande would do that. Even if her brain is wrong, she would not do such a thing. Then, the answer came out—there was only one possibility for her to do this. , That is, someone else made the decision for her.

Behind all the great events in the world, there are his reasons.

Just like Yun Zhao burned the IOU back then, there are follow-up reasons inside.

At least, it has absolutely nothing to do with Noble.

"After Mrs. Rolande passed away, this house became a residence for the nuns and mothers. Sometimes, some homeless widows would also live here, like Madame Rolande, hiding in that little girl. Behind his window, waiting for charity from others.

My mother and Emily live here, they always can't get enough to eat. "

"Where is your father?"

Zhang Liang couldn't help but said something.

"My mother is a prostitute, she was a long time ago."

As soon as Little Descartes' words fell, Zhang Liang groaned and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"However, she has now converted and became a devout believer. The mothers washed her soul and body with holy water, so she is now a practitioner."

After talking, the carriage came to the dark window. Little Descartes looked up at Zhang Liang and said, "Sir, can you give me a piece of bread? I didn't get alms today, and I didn't steal the bread. Emily must also There is no food to eat."

Zhang Liang gave one of the Mounted Police a Riffel, and after a while, the Mounted Police brought back a lot of bread, which was full of three baskets.

Little Descartes looked at the rich food with bright eyes, and looked up at the tall Zhang Liang and said, "Thank you, sir, thank you very much."

After that, I took a basket, put half of the basket on the window, let the aroma of hot bread in the basket pass through the window, and then said loudly, "Mom, this is the food I brought. You can eat it."

A few withered and dirty women's hands came out from the dark window, and their hands reached the basket. Little Descartes took the basket back and shouted again, "Mom, I met a kindhearted person. "

"You are the devil!"

A sharp woman's voice came from the window.

Little Descartes didn't care what his mother said. Instead, he drew a cross on his chest and said happily, "God bless, Mom, you are still alive, can I kiss Emily?"

"You devil, you should be hanged!"

"Mom, I was almost hanged today, but I was saved by a few generous gentlemen."

"Hahaha, you're going to be someone else, you **** devil."

With tears in his eyes, little Descartes choked up and said, "Please mother, give me Emily, I will give you a lot, a lot of food, so that you can serve God for a long time."

"Go away, you devil, since you escaped here, you have been the devil."

Zhang Liang couldn't help his anger anymore, and said to the window of the black hole, "Little Descartes will not be, nor will he be a toy in the hands of others. He will go to school and university in the future, just like his grandfather. The greatest mathematician."

"Hahaha..." There was a terrible laughter from the dark room.

"Become an upper-class figure like Mr. Descartes?

Do you know what an upper class person is?

Do you believe that I am the daughter of Mr. Descartes?

Mr. Descartes himself didn't believe in this absurd story, would you still be willing to accept this little devil? "

Zhang Liang smiled and laughed equally loudly. He said to the woman in the dark, "Little Descartes is just a piece of gold buried in the soil, no matter how thick the soil he is covered, he can't hide the essence of gold.

Madam, for your God's sake, give little Emily to little Descartes so that they can restore the essence of gold. "

"You **** infidel, you should be burned to death..."

Zhang Liang could hear that the woman in the room was crazy.

Little Descartes didn’t care much about everything that happened in front of him. After Zhang Liang finished speaking, he pushed the basket full of food into the window, listening to the sound of fighting for food inside, and waited for the sound to stop~www.readwn.com ~ He picked up another basket and placed it in the window and whispered, "There are sausages, bacon, butter, and lard. Do you want to eat it?"

"I want to eat..."

Several urgent voices came from inside.

"Please send Emily out of the window, as long as you send it out, I have more food here, and I can give you all."

The room was quiet, only the hateful voice of Little Descartes's mother echoed.

"You **** devil, you are a devil, just like your devil father, you should go to hell..."

Little Descartes took a sausage from the basket and threw it into the dark room.

At this time, his expression was very calm, his hands were very steady, and those sausages that made him salivate on weekdays, at this time, being thrown out by him was like throwing out a stick of wood.

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