Huang Xinghe looked at the little kid kneeling on the ground, and his eyes were looking at him without blinking, but he began to understand in his heart that he was really going to lose this bet!

However, even if you lose, you have to lose convincingly, right?

Moreover, he really wanted to see how this little broken boy solved such a complex arithmetic problem?!

"Sir, you see, we can add the first and last two numbers, isn't it one hundred and one? Then add the penultimate number from the beginning to the end, is it also one hundred and one? And then ........."

Yang Jian knelt on one knee on the ground, his robe was covered with dust and mud, but his eyes were shining, and every explanation was so clear and logical.

Huang Xinghe looked at Yang Jian who was concentrating on the ground, and suddenly felt that this world is really outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, and he has always felt that his arithmetic ability is excellent and outstanding, which the doctors of the arithmetic hall have affirmed, but compared with the children in front of him, he is so immature and ridiculous?

"Sir, look, is it exactly fifty one hundred and one? If we add up fifty one hundred and one, it's actually much simpler, isn't it exactly five thousand and fifty? ”

In order to explain it thoroughly, Yang Jian tried to be as detailed as possible, but Huang Xinghe actually understood it very quickly, he was not stupid, but he didn't find the skill to solve this question, or the key, but when Yang Jian broke it, he understood.

"Yes—"

Huang Xinghe's face was embarrassed, and the red, purple, blue and blue were gone, only convincing admiration remained.

"Isn't it easy?"

Yang Jian clapped his little hands, shook off the dust in his palms, and looked at Huang Xinghe in front of him with a pair of big black and white eyes without blinking, like a little gentleman.

"Hmm."

Huang Xinghe looked at Yang Jian, what he cared about now was not the answer, nor his own face, but-

Who is he?

Who the hell is he?

"So, now, sir, you're going to fulfill your promise, and you're going to answer my next question."

Yang Jian looked at Huang Xinghe, serious and serious.

Hmph, to torture these ancients, isn't that a piece of cake?

Seeing Huang Xinghe's pale complexion after being tortured by himself, he felt inexplicably happy, just like yesterday in the Prime Minister's Mansion where his two poems shocked those two beautiful young men in gorgeous clothes!

"Little brother, are you serious?"

Huang Xinghe's mood that had just relaxed was shocked by the tiger's body and the chrysanthemum tightened when he heard the words.

For Mao, you can't let people go!

Huang Xinghe really wanted to find a hole in the ground and escape immediately.

"Of course, a gentleman's word, the horse is hard to chase!"

Yang Jian's voice was immature and clear.

"Okay, little brother, please come up with the question-"

Huang Xinghe was paralyzed like a puddle of mud and shrunk into the crumbling chair.

"It's a simple subject, sir, and you need not be afraid—"

Yang Jian also knows how to psychotherapy.

"Well, sir is not afraid—"

Huang Xinghe tried his best to cheer himself up, and sat up a little straighter.

"Sir, please listen to the question-" After Yang Jian finished speaking, he glanced at Huang Xinghe, who was already slumped in the chair, and laughed in his heart, such a topic, he had a basket of melon seeds in his head, and he really had to thank the middle school mathematics teacher for the torture and destruction, "There is a rich man who has deposited 1,000 yuan from the first month of the first year of the first year of the new century, and has gone to this bank to deposit 1,000 yuan on the first day of the first month of each year, and has been deposited for ten years, and the interest rate agreed by both parties is 10% per year, and the interest rate remains unchanged for ten years, and, The interest on the deposit every year is automatically converted into the deposit of the new year, how much money can the rich man withdraw from the bank with interest at one time on the first day of the first month of the 11th year of the new century?

"Y-can you write this down?"

Huang Xinghe looked at Yang Jian, his head was about to explode, it was money, it was interest, and interest was to continue to be deposited, and he had to participate in the interest calculation, and he had to save for ten years, is this rich man crazy???!!!

"Okay, sir, do you have pen and paper?"

Yang Jian looked at Huang Xinghe and felt that this gentleman's memory was really bad.

"Yes, come, here you go—"

Huang Xinghe feels like a student now, and this little guy is his husband!

"Brush?"

When Yang Jian saw Huang Xinghe handing him a thick and big brush, he realized that he might have made a huge mistake!

He didn't learn calligraphy at all when he was in school, so how can he do it now?

Pick it up?

Don't pick it up?

Yang Jian remembered for a moment that her little face was flushed.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

Huang Xinghe looked at Yang Jian, who was blushing, and asked strangely.

Could it be that your brush is poisonous?

Or will it bite?

"Nothing, thank you."

Yang Jian came back to his senses and took the brush head-on.

Huang Xinghe walked over very considerately this time, spread a huge piece of yellow straw paper to him on the desk, and carefully polished the ink for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at the meticulous and intimate Huang Xinghe, but in his heart, there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping by.

However, at this point, there is no room for manoeuvre!

Yang Jian's hands were trembling.

I trembled a lot.

The brush that looked so thick seemed to fly out of his hand.

It took all his strength to keep him from flying away.

However, the moment he put pen to paper, he felt as if the air around him had froze.

He himself was not surprised or surprised.

What was scorched by Yang Jian's calligraphy was Huang Xinghe, who was humble and humble standing aside!

His eyes widened as he looked at the first word written by Yang Jian in front of him.

Is this definitely a human-written calligraphy?

The handwriting he wrote on the first day of school at the age of eight was a hundred times better than that of this little guy with a good brain!

Can this little brother's writing be called a word?

Did he have a pair of chicken feet?!

Not to mention, it was crooked, and it was slanted out, with different thicknesses, and the ink was stuck together in a few places, becoming a ball.

And when Yang Jian went on to write the second and third ......... At the time of writing, he had been completely conquered by Yang Jian's pure freehand calligraphy.

Are he sure he's writing words?

And not ghost drawings?

"It's written, sir."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he respectfully handed his ink treasure to Huang Xinghe.

His gaze was calm.

The face is peaceful.

However, only he knows that he is already guilty of suicide, right?

What the hell are you writing about?

Chicken feet text?

Or tortoiseshell?

Looking at Huang Xinghe's eyes, he really wanted to grab a piece of tofu and kill himself.

"Uh, good—"

Huang Xinghe felt that his patience had become much better, and if Xu Hezi had written such a ghost drawing talisman in the past, he would have taught her to beat her with a stick and made her cry wolf!

"Sir, if there's nothing to do, I'll go first, and come over tomorrow morning to ask Mr. for an answer?"

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze from the piece of paper full of ghost drawing talismans, and if he looked at it for one more second, he was worried that he would spit it out.

"Uh, well—"

Huang Xinghe was in the same mood as Yang Jian.

Life is better than death.

He is not in the mood to laugh at Yang Jian's chicken scratching rotten words now, so much money and profits are already rushing in his mind.

What a brain ache!

"Goodbye, sir!"

Yang Jian turned around and said goodbye to Huang Xinghe.

"Wait—"

As if he suddenly remembered something, Huang Xinghe stopped Yang Jian, who had already stepped out of the threshold with one foot.

"Sir, is there anything else?"

Yang Jian looked back.

"Who the hell are you?"

Huang Xinghe asked weakly.

"I'm Yang Jian, sir?"

Yang Jian blinked.

"I know, are you really an orphan?"

Huang Xinghe asked Xu Hezi Yang Jian about the basic situation, but he still didn't believe that an orphan appeared in Chang'an out of thin air? And, the point is that he is still so good at arithmetic? And his handwriting is so sparse?

Looking at his arithmetic and written expression, he shouldn't look like a person who hasn't read a book?

But for so many strange problems on Mao?

It's incomprehensible!

"Uh-huh—"

Yang Jian nodded.

What's more, he doesn't want to be an orphan, he was an orphan in his previous life, and he is still an orphan after crossing and reliving once!

He doesn't want to!

He also wants to be born into the emperor's family, eat fragrant and drink spicy food, and have a group of wives and concubines!

"Okay, you can go."

Huang Xinghe looked at Yang Jian, looking innocent and innocent, it really didn't look like he was lying!!