On the second day, Gao Wenjin had something on his mind, so he found a store specializing in flags and booked various flags. Look at the hour, it has passed noon, and now I went straight to the dustpan street.

The church is small, in a secluded part of Dustpan Street, sparsely populated and deserted.

The church door is open, and rows of wooden chairs are neatly arranged inside. The roof of the church is spired and the space is high. Golden sunlight pours into the church from the roof, through the gaps in the wooden window railings.

Beneath the church podium, a blond-haired man is talking to a middle-aged Chinese. Seeing Qin Feng enter the door, Fan Ren glanced sideways at him and smiled. Then he approached Gao Wenjin and asked slowly, "Sir, what can I help you?" The tone was a little strange, but the words were clear.

Gao Wenjin smiled: "You speak Chinese well." ”

Fanren smiled: "I have studied for fifteen years, which is very good." Gao Wenjin laughed. Fanren also smiled, and then put a finger to his mouth: "Shhh We speak quietly and do not disturb others. ”

"Good!" Gao Wenjin said: "My name is Gao Wenjin, what do you call you?" ”

"Mr. Gao, my name is Mario. Richie"

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Ma."

"Oh, no, no, my name is Mario. Richie, Mario is the first name, and Richie is the last name. It's the opposite of you Chinese. ”

"Oh, that's Mr. Li." Gao Wenjin was a little confused.

"You can call him Mr. Mario, they don't have the same name as ours." The middle-aged Chinese who had been talking to Fanren before walked over with a smile.

"Oh, Mr. Mario." Gao Wenjin smiled at Fanren and nodded. He turned his head sideways and asked, "Who is this gentleman?" ”

"My name is Xu Qiming, and I have been friends with Mr. Mario for more than ten years, and I taught him Chinese, poetry, calligraphy and painting. He taught me their language, drawing, math. Xu Qiming introduced himself and asked, "What can I do for Mr. Gao?" ”

Gao Wenjin took out Qin Feng's arithmetic paper from his arms and said with a smile: "I want to ask, Mr. Mario, do you understand this kind of arithmetic?" ”

Xu Qiming took a look and said with a smile: "This is a kind of Western learning, mathematics." Not only Mr. Mario understands, but all missionaries and businessmen from the West. I also know that it was Mr. Mario who taught me these numbers. ”

"I see." Gao Wenjin took out another pinyin annotation sheet and handed it to Xu Qiming: "What about this kind of letter?" ”

Xu Qiming took it, was stunned, and handed it to Mario: "Isn't this the method you use to learn Chinese?" ”

Gao Wenjin was stunned.

Mario took it, looked at it a few times, shook his head and smiled: "This one is much more concise than mine, and it has changed a lot." This one is better, better. By the way, some time ago, there was also an old gentleman who came to ask me. ”

Xu Qiming returned the pinyin table to Gao Wenjin, and asked suspiciously: "Mr. Gao, where did this thing come from?" ”

Gao Wenjin briefly explained the matter of the pinyin dictionary, and asked: "This matter has spread almost all over Jiangnan Shilin, seeing that Mr. Xu is also a scholar, he doesn't know?" ”

Xu Qiming said with a smile: "I am a Xiucai, and I fell in the township test more than 20 years ago. In addition to being discouraged, he went out for a walk, but he was out of control. After more than 10 years of traveling, I got to know Mr. Mario from overseas, and we learned about each other's cultures, and I was very interested in Western studies. Since then, I have become acquainted with Mr. Mario, working as a translator in this church for many years, and also helping Westerners and merchants to connect with business. For Shilin, on the contrary, there was very little contact, which made Mr. Gao smile. ”

Mario nodded: "It turns out that there is such a thing as a dictionary, no wonder the old gentleman came to ask me, and you also came to ask me." That's a good thing! It can help more people learn. Why didn't I think of such a promotion? Oh, my phonics is a little more complicated, you one, good. I'd also like to meet the Mr. Qin you mentioned. ”

Xu Qiming said with a smile: "Why didn't I think of doing this thing for the benefit of the country and the people." More than ten years ago, when I first met Mr. Mario, he used this method to learn characters. Xu Qiming shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I often scold others for not being flexible and conservative. It seems that I myself am also an elm tower. Hehehe. ”

Mario said to Xu Qiming solemnly: "You should learn from Mr. Qin and turn what we translated into books." Promote it in Dahua. This is for the good of Dahua. ”

Xu Qiming waved his hand: "The Dahua Imperial Court, Shilin, is not interested in those we translate. They only advocate the Four Books and the Five Classics. The flint devices I designed, they all put them on the shelf and ignored them. How can you be interested in mathematical geometry? Otherwise, you have been in Dahua for so many years, why is there only one friend, me? ”

Mario spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Xu Qiming turned to Gao Wenjin and said, "However, I really want to get to know Mr. Qin, I wonder if Mr. Gao, can you introduce me to him?" ”

"Okay, then come with me."

Qin Feng is not mysterious, everything has a source, Gao Wenjin was a little disappointed in his heart, but also a little lucky. In short, a sigh of relief. It's a strange, but real, emotion.

When a person encounters something incomprehensible, he must want to figure it out. Both hope is full of mystery and cannot be explained. I hope to find the answer.

Either way, it's going to be regrettable.

In the Jinyi Guard School field, Jia Song, Shu Yong and others kicked their legs and waved their arms today, all in unison. No matter which way you look at it, it's a line. Basic training is considered to be basically qualified.

Qin Feng took out his housekeeping skills again, teaching everyone a few tricks to grapple and fight, and defeat the enemy with one move.

Throat lock, neck cut, kick gear. Everyone secretly smacked their tongues, it turned out that Qin Feng would have so many black hands and ruthless hands.

Shu Yong recalled that day when he competed with Qin Feng that day, and it was already clear that Qin Feng was merciful to his subordinates that day. If you really have to work hard, you can't survive a round.

After a few laps, the big guy lay down under the tree to rest, and Qin Feng was also bored. Thinking about how to train in the future, I simply called everyone up, sat in a circle in the playground, and then raised my voice and taught everyone to sing.

The army sings, paying attention to the loud voice and distinct rhythm. Intonation doesn't matter, and neither does out-of-tune. Anyway, as soon as he roared in a few voices, the momentum came out. The resentment and exhaustion that have accumulated during training will also be volatilized.

The first song, Qin Feng taught everyone: return from target shooting. And only teach the previous paragraph, just a few sentences.

At first, Jia Song and the others felt awkward when they heard the singing. Qin Feng sang a sentence, and they sang a sentence along. As awkward as you want, you can be as awkward as you want. Even Qin Feng went out of tune a few times.

In the end, Qin Feng made a big move, who sang the best, the first batch of victims to come in, who would bring it first!

I am afraid of the word serious in everything, a few words of singing and roaring, as soon as I am serious, I will learn it back and forth in a few years. As soon as Qin Feng raised his hands, everyone raised their throats and shouted: "Sunset West Mountain......"

Shu Yong was born in an official eunuch family and had the highest level of education, which was better than Jia Song, so he took the time to ask Qin Feng: "Commander Qin, what do you mean by shooting?" ”

"Arquebus, shoot at haystacks, practice reloading, shooting accuracy!" Qin Feng explained solemnly.

"The army has not been trained in target shooting."

"So the army, the combat power is not good!"

Ten people sang together, the momentum was not too big, but the voice was still not small. In addition, everyone is becoming more and more familiar, and the more they sing, the more fluent they become. It sings a little rhythmic beauty again, and it feels a little interesting.

The song flew into the eunuch's mansion, Gonggong Wang looked at Mo Li, Mo Li pricked up his ears to listen again, shook his head and said, "Tired of training, sing and rest?" ”

Father-in-law Wang looked disgusted: "It's so ugly! It's also not neat. Singing like this is disturbing the people! ”