There are still eight days left before Qian Duo's birthday, and the reason why Qian Duo can still remember it is completely because of the little maid, who came over today and asked him what gift he wanted.

As an older sister, I should meet my own requirements. So it's still the hottest month of May.

"Father, I don't know how this person's heart should be calculated."

Two people sit facing each other, but there is not much positive shape in the money, in the words of later generations, it is called standing without standing, sitting without sitting.

It's a pity that no matter how many times you use the ring ruler to teach you a lesson, Qian Duo is still like this, and there is nothing you can do.

"It's very simple, just like arithmetic, add and subtract to record, impartially, you can calculate people's hearts."

Qian Lian said it very easily, of course, he also thought it was so easy.

"I don't know much about my father."

What my father said is very easy, just like arithmetic, I know the ninety-nine multiplication formula, so how should I use it when counting people's hearts?

"Your uncle should have told you the story of Doumi giving birth to grace and Shimi raising revenge."

Qian Lian was also looking at Qian Duo in front of him when he spoke, as if Qian Duo had grown up in an instant.

It seems that some time ago he was a little baby called "wow, wow" by his mother's child.

I'm still worried that if he can't get something on the table, I should help him pick out something.

"Well, the eldest uncle has said it."

Qian Duo has heard this story told by others in both his previous life and this life, which sounds ridiculous.

It's a pity that when it really happened, he put a smile on other people's faces, and he became himself who was ineffectively ridiculed, so Qian Ming was extremely serious when he called this story.

Jiuyang and Wu Neng have also been teaching themselves the meaning of goodness all these years, and when they told them this story, they also told themselves that goodness should be the most important thing in their hearts.

"So what do you think this should be?"

Qian Lian didn't have too many surprises, because this story was told to the three of them by Old Man Qian, and told them that they must tell it to the next generation.

So he believed that even if he hadn't told him about his eldest brother or third brother, he would definitely tell his son.

How do you calculate it? How do you count that? If the human heart is an unknown quantity, then according to the father's algorithm, the greater the kindness, the more gratitude should be.

If you calculate it in this way, the story of Doumi giving birth to grace and Shimi's revenge will not happen, and if it is so simple, I will not ask myself.

So what's the key takeaway?

"Can't figure it out?"

Qian Lian looked at his son's two frowns, and his whole face was almost tightly knit together, and he knew that this was the expression that would inevitably appear when he encountered a problem.

"Yes."

Qian Duo really can't figure it out, although he has lived two lives, he still can't control many things compared to the person in front of him.

The heat makes breathing a little uncomfortable, as if the air is steaming.

"Do you think there are so many people out there who should be relieved?"

Qian Lian still gave Qian Duo an answer, but asked Qian Duo another question.

"Yes."

In this life, a monk named Wu Neng began to teach himself when he was born, and a Taoist priest named Jiuyang has always taught himself to rule by doing nothing.

Returning to nature and letting himself be "born" is on the issue of goodness, and the bald donkey he has been scolding is surprisingly consistent.

"Oh, what do you think you should do when some people who should be able to eat come and get food?"

"In front of them, throw a handful of soil into the pot where the porridge is cooking."

The method that Qian Duo said was not what he thought of, but was thought up by the big corrupt officials and Shen in later generations, so Qian Duo did not have any psychological burden at all when he said it.

"Oh? I don't know that. ”

Qian Lian was very surprised that Qian Duo could think of such a method. "Then you still can't figure it out?"

"Still can't be counted."

Qian Duo thought in his heart that it was someone else's method to borrow my mouth to say it, if I had such intelligence, I would have succeeded in revenge a long time ago.

"People's hearts, if you only follow the original idea, you want to gain as much as you give, and there is nothing wrong with 1+1=2."

Qian Lian said that he felt a little thirsty and wanted to pour a cup of tea, but Qian Duo was one step ahead of his father and got up to pour a cup of tea for his father.

"But this is not the case in fact, people have seven emotions and six desires, after having affection, the number in front will become a lot, and after people have desires, the number behind will become very large, but the larger the number in the back, it is not a good thing."

Qian Lian took a sip of Qian Duo and poured tea, but he felt that his throat was much more comfortable. Seeing that Qian Duo was stuck in thought, he took another sip of tea and waited for Qian Duo to recover from his thoughts.

"And all you need to do is to set a number of his feelings or desires according to your standards, and finally calculate it, so what is the human heart, you will naturally figure it out."

Qian Lian is very slow, try to leave time for Qian to think about it more.

And Qian Duo's heart is even more shocked, if you use multiplication and positive and negative numbers to compare these more accurately.

And his father can summarize it so thoroughly when he doesn't know this, is his father really an ordinary businessman?

This question has arisen more than once, although his eldest uncle always takes a wine jug, but when he grows up, he will always hear some information about his eldest uncle from his subordinates.

And the third uncle is similar, and the information about his father is relatively the least for himself.

Qian Duo didn't ask his father anything, and Qian Lian never told too much about his son, and the two fathers and sons had a tacit understanding here.

But in my mind, I still remember Peng Zu, who said that he was his ancestor. Why did he appear there after he grabbed something, Qian Duo still had questions about this.

But now there are more and more questions, and it always feels like a fog.

Although he knows that these people around him are for his own good, he still has no bottom in his heart.

"I see."

After thinking about it for a while, I still didn't ask, since my father must have a certain reason for doing this, if I can tell myself one day.

Then you will definitely know that you don't have to rush for a while.

"Awesome!" Qian Lian looked at Qian Duo and smiled, and stretched out his thumb to show encouragement to his son.

"Go see your mother, you went to Longhu Mountain recently, your mother misses you very much, and blames me for spending money to let you learn those things, saying that my son is not a monk."

"Okay." Qian Duo must be his mother looking for him, and the whole person seems to have taken a stimulant. He complained to his father and ran to his mother.

In a small room, Qian Ming was holding a pen and writing something on paper, while Qian Ming was drawing something with a pen on the other side. The two of them glanced at each other and saw the smiles in each other's eyes.

Qian Duo, who had just run to his mother's house, couldn't help but shiver on his body, why did he suddenly feel cold behind his back on a good day?