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Fusu and Lang Zhong knelt in the main hall together, waiting for the arrival of the trainer. There was a stack of papers, quill pens and ink next to it, and a household registration book on the table in front of him. This household registration book is a little different from what Fusu showed to Yingzheng and them, it has become a lot smaller, and it is no longer hand-painted by Fusu, but is engraved and printed by the printing workshop after Fusu's modification.

Fusu changed the original vertical form from top to bottom, from right to left to write from left to right, which is now more in line with the rules of quill pen writing, Fusu has long found that the vertical writing method, not only does not conform to the writing habits of the quill pen, but also greatly wastes paper, the same paper can write more words with horizontal than vertical, but paper and quill are new things, without external force, it is difficult to change the habit of Chinese writing on bamboo for thousands of years.

Nowadays, to use Arabic numerals, it has become inevitable to change the way of writing, and Fusu took advantage of this training to change the household registration book to a horizontal version, and began the first step to change the writing habits.

Under the gaze of nearly three hundred pairs of eyes, Sima Hong walked up to the podium, which was higher than the rest of the hall, and was supposed to be Fusu's seat, but Fusu removed his seat and put on a pitch-black woodblock and a long table as a trainer's podium.

Sima Hong didn't expect that Fusu would ask him to be a teacher to teach the Lang officials, and it was only more than ten days before he came into contact with Fusu to say that Fusu dared to hand over this kind of thing that might be recorded in history to him, which made him very moved and a little apprehensive at the same time.

In fact, Fusu asked Sima Hong to be a trainer, on the one hand, to use Sima Hong's identity as a Taishi Ling and his right to speak on historical knowledge, to enhance the credibility of the Yellow Emperor's chronology, on the other hand, Sima Hong is the most sensitive person to Arabic numerals that Fusu has seen so far, he only demonstrated the Arabic numeral operation rules once, Sima Hong can use them freely, and even the multiplication formula has memorized a few sentences. At the same time, Sima Hong was also very interested in Arabic numerals, and once expressed the intention of promoting Arabic numerals.

Sima Hong picked up the chalk made of raw plaster, wrote Chinese characters from zero to twenty on the blackboard, and the next line was Arabic numerals, and began his first day of teaching. Fusu had a sense of déjà vu in the first grade of the old time and space elementary school in the classroom, and almost cried in class, but when he saw a room full of students in their twenties, Fusu was powerless to complain. However, thanks to the fact that these people are already in their twenties, these Lang Zhong are worthy of being future officials, although it is the first time to contact Arabic numerals, the efficiency of learning is okay, and the morning of learning allows them to use it for arithmetic is still a little reluctant, but it is not a problem at all to count, only Li Si's third son Li Shen is now only eight years old, and it is still a little laborious to learn, but he is not within the scope of Sima Hong's assessment.

The problem of eating more than 200 people took a lot of effort from Fusu, and he recruited a lot of imperial chefs from the Taiguan Order to take charge of the meals of the Langzhong, who were fortunate enough to eat the first buffet in Chinese history. This novel way made Wang Li, who had already seen the food of Fusu Mansion, also excited, not to mention these Lang officials in the palace.

When the Lang officials returned to the "school" after lunch, and discussed the food they had just eaten, Fusu asked people to take them to the open space behind the school, Wang Li and the others had such an expression on their faces after arriving, the garden that originally grew strange flowers and plants was the same as the garden of Gongzi's Mansion, and it did not escape Fusu's claws, and was bulldozed and converted into a large playground, which is different from Gongzi's Mansion is that the playground here is larger. On the flat land, several parallel oval straight lines are painted with white lime on the perimeter, and in the middle is a large rectangular square playground, and on each side there is a wooden frame with fishing nets hanging on each side, and it is not known what purpose it is.

After the Lang Zhong gradually quieted down, Fusu motioned to several elderly Lingshi to come out, with whistles around their necks, holding the booklet that Fusu gave them yesterday, and the rules of the game were written on the cover.

"Let's play a game, it takes twenty-two people, and there are no volunteers to participate." Fusu said to Langzhong.

Fusu underestimated the enthusiasm of these ancients, and as soon as Fusu's words ended, driven by Wang Li and others, Hula stood up and a hundred and ten people were interested in the game that Fusu said. Fusu had to ask Wang Li and Li You to choose ten people each as team members, and after the selection, Fusu asked Yubai to take them and a few Lingshi to the next room, but when they came out again, they made the rest of Langzhong gasp.

I saw that twenty or thirty of them were all shirtless, wearing clothes that they had never seen before, and came out with red faces. The clothes they wore were customized by Fusu, and Fusu had taken care of them and did not change their lower bodies into shorts, but only added leggings and special sneakers to them. But this kind of dressing is still a bit shocking, and a few Lang Zhong from Qi Country are even more round-eyed, unable to believe what they see in front of them.

Only Wang Li didn't care about these things, and shouted loudly: "What are you afraid of!" After speaking, he came to Fusu with his head held high, and there was a big Arabic numeral 1 on his chest. Wang Li has experience in the army, and has long experienced these shirtless daily life, and he doesn't pay attention to these.

The remaining twenty-one people had no choice but to stand on both sides of Fusu.

"Lord Wu, you can tell me the rules." Fusu called a Lingshi and asked him to explain the rules of the game he had set to these people who were new to football.

A Ling Shi with a black number on his coat walked over, opened the booklet in his hand, and read it to more than 200 people. Fusu did not ask these elderly adults to wear only the number kan like the athletes, saving them some face.

"Do you get it?" As soon as Fusu spoke, more than 20 people began to shake their heads one by one, and even a few Lingshi shook their heads, but Fusu ignored them, "It's okay, just kick the ball into the opponent's goal, and the rest will understand while playing." Welcome to the referee, everyone. Fusu's hands clapped loudly, and gradually more than 200 people clapped their hands together.

Meng Yi walked out of another small house next to the playground with a black face in the applause, he was a little heartbroken why his grandfather was from Qi State, otherwise he would not have let Fusu use this as an excuse to pull over as the referee, saying that Keju is an invention of Qi State, of course, there must be Qi people as referees, but look at this Keju field, in addition to the ball in the middle of the field, which point is Qi Guo's Keju, I don't even understand the rules until now.

Seeing that Meng Yi had already arrived on the sidelines, Fusu said loudly: "Athletes from both sides enter." ”