"This is 1.Then 2.3.4 and the last 0, this is not a ghost drawing, what is the name... You call him Hu Shu, this is what those Hu people have come from, and some people call him this Arabic numeral.' , Under the sunset, Li Chen explained Arabic numerals to Fan.

"Arabic numerals, there is no difference. No, I mean, it's not like we're used to using numbers, it's also full decimal places. It's just that the Arabic numerals are carried directly, and like this 1 and 0 are tens. 321, so it is written three hundred and twenty-one.'" Li Chen didn't know if there were Arabic numerals introduced in the Tang Dynasty at this time, so he could only call Hu Shu first, and then think about whether he was used to it, or change it to his original name. Actually, it doesn't seem to make sense to change the name or not.

Arabic numerals, were they invented by the Arabs? No, it was invented by the Indians. It's just that the Arabs spread him to China. The Arabs are a very business-savvy people, and their geographical location makes it easy for them to communicate with each other.

"Will this be inconvenient to use, three hundred and twenty-one, you can know at a glance how much it is. 321, if there are too many numbers, you have to count them.'" "So, this kind of number habitual writing, every three digits will have a big point of 5,678, so there is a difference. Five thousand six hundred seventy-eight.'"

Arabic numerals are not difficult, Li Chen taught Fan in two clicks, and Fan tried to take a few branches and draw them on a piece of sand.

"It's convenient to get used to it, and it's even easier to write. If you use it for arithmetic, it's better than the previous method.'" He quickly affirmed the usefulness of Arabic numerals, and then took a few sticks and continued to familiarize himself with his newfound knowledge on the sand.

After writing a few times, he turned his head to look at Li Chen, who was holding a charcoal pen, wrapping a piece of charcoal in a piece of cloth, and writing and drawing on a piece of paper. Curiosity was aroused, and he wanted to ask in the afternoon what it was.

Seeing that Li Chen was concentrating on writing, he slowly leaned over, and naughtily pulled things out of Li Chen's hands, "Lend me a look." "Ah..., be careful, it's too late..." Li Chen took a moment and found that Fan had taken the pen away, and was reminding him to be careful not to break it, it was too late.

"Tan Yue, tangible things, sooner or later will be damaged. Tan Yue must not mind. It hurts... Thirteen Lang, you're really fighting.'" , where the head is hugged. "The pain in the body is temporary, this novice, don't forget this lesson."

"Thirteen Lang, what is this? If you show it to the abbot and you take something and scribble it on paper, the abbot will be angry." At this time, it is very unforgivable to waste paper. This is not the era after the Song Dynasty, when the output of paper increased due to a large amount of demand. In the Tang Dynasty, all kinds of paper appeared, but the output of paper could not catch up with the Song Dynasty. Therefore, paper is very expensive, so cherish the use of paper. Wasted paper will be memorized.

Li Chen was scolded like this, and he was so troubled in order to sort out those account books. I took some bad paper, and rubbed it in the corner as I used to get used to. If it weren't for Li Chen's promise not to commit it again, he would be so angry that he even wanted to tell the abbot to replace Li Chen.

In fact, I will cherish the use of paper, not only because paper is still very scarce and expensive goods, but also because paper also has the mission of inheriting culture. Inheriting culture and knowledge depends on paper. Therefore, every intellectuals will respect paper very much, and both sides of a piece of paper must be written, and it cannot be thrown away casually, and waste paper must be burned.

"This thing, I call it charcoal." , took the pile of wreckage in Fan's hand, threw the broken charcoal aside, took out a new one, and carefully wrapped it, "I think it's more convenient to write like this, you don't need to get ink for a while, the ink is gone, and you have to grind, it will delay time, and it is faster to use this." It's just crispy.'"

Li Chen, who didn't have time to practice calligraphy, had to overcome difficulties and come up with workarounds to sort out the account books. I want him to write quickly and well with a brush in a short period of time, which is really lt; It is impossible to get the task gt;. So he had to make do with a cloth wrapped in a quick long charcoal instead of a brush.

"You're not going to help your brother, they're doing a favor." "I didn't go, I said that I would memorize it, and then the villagers didn't listen to me because I was young, and they would rather listen to my brother." , who bullies the earth and pokes it with his feet.

Li Chen looked up at the sky, it was evening now, he was a little hungry, and he didn't know what to do for dinner. After a while, some villagers came to invite them to dinner.

Dinner is very simple, just some coarse vegetables and light rice. Some of the wild vegetables picked by the villagers are scalded and served on the table. Li Chen had no taste when he ate it, that is, the vegetables were scalded in water, and there was no oil to fry, and there was no soy sauce to dip in.

Before he was reborn, Li Chen didn't hate eating vegetables, he ate buffets, and he would order two kinds of vegetables at least. When I eat it at home, my mother cooks it relatively lightly, without using a lot of oil or salt. But sometimes after blanching the greens, there will be soy sauce to dip.

Unlike now, when it is coarsely scalded with water, it is served on the table. It can't be said to be unpalatable, but it doesn't even taste salty. In the Longevity Temple, the monks who are responsible for cooking vegetables will put some salt, but there is really nothing here.

The only good thing is that the rice tube is full. The rice that had just been harvested was very willing to be taken out by the villagers to entertain these evil old feudal landlords.

"It seems to be quite peaceful around here." After eating two bowls of fragrant rice, Li Chen went out for a walk to eat, feeling that the nearby environment was not bad, and he felt it.

It seems a bit too much to say that the monks of Changshou Temple are the feudal landlords of the old regents. Isn't Li Chen all evil, the old society, the feudal landlord, and the lackey's follower? In the play, such a person will be violently beaten by the protagonist, and it will be so miserable that he may die with a whimper.

Actually, it can be seen in this neighborhood that it is quite peaceful. Although the villagers did not have silk and satin, their clothes were clean and neat, and their spirits were very full. Coupled with their respectful attitude towards the monks, they knew that these tenant cultivators of the longevity temple produced the common people, and the relationship with the longevity temple was not bad. So don't worry about the protagonist being passed by and being a chivalrous person.

Emperor Taizong was watching outside, only to see that the wall was ringing and dingling, the first incense was strange, there were two teams carrying candles outside, and then the king of the ten halls of Hades, descended to the ,...。 , Li Chen saw in the distance, there was a monk preaching, and he walked over to listen.

After they came, Li Chen began to busily count the grain and cloth that had been rented as a field. Then it was too late, and Li Fan took advantage of Li Chen's time to ask what that strange symbol meant, and asked Li Chen to teach him.

A few monks came together, but they scattered around, Li Chen didn't know what they were doing, but after listening to what Fan said, he understood. They did what they were doing now, preaching...

"Taizong travels to the Difu..." Li Chen was so curious that he sat aside and listened. Mahayana Buddhism has a strong idea of crossing the world, unlike Taoism, which seems to sweep the snow in front of the door.

The monk on the stage spoke dryly, and a villager immediately put a bamboo kettle on the ground, and the monk poured a big mouthful. continued to fall wildly, foaming at the mouth and saying that Tang Taizong traveled to the underworld.

Yes, this kind of behavior is called colloquialism. These monks, wherever they go, will talk about it. On the one hand, in many places, people live a boring life and have no entertainment. When it gets dark, they are locked up to make people.

A monk came here on foot and made a fortune to the villagers, who gave the monk food and the monk told a story in return. Because the people are really bored, when there is an opportunity for this to happen, a lot of people tend to gather.

The monks are full of food and support, you didn't give money, and I still desperately told you? Of course not, if it weren't for such a diligent storytelling, how would the Dharma spread?

In these folk tales, of course, they are all Buddhist stories, and the people listen to them, and they naturally turn to the Buddha. Otherwise, after preaching for a long time, the people ran to believe in Taoism, not putting the cart before the horse.

Li Chen listened and thought in his heart. It is through these small stories that Buddhism leads people to goodness on the one hand, and absorbs believers on the other. The little stories are interesting, and there is no big truth, but it is these small stories that make people listen to them, so that foreign religions can become Buddhism, and Taoism can be produced beyond the local ones.

(Those Taoist priests are also too useless, Buddhism only emphasizes self-crossing Hinayana cultivation, which can slowly evolve into the Mahayana of the world, and then overwhelm Taoism and become the largest sect in Middle-earth.) ）

(As a result, those Taoist priests, on the contrary, went back more and more, and one by one they paid attention to what was pure and inactive, which meant that they were lazy.) Watching Taoism decline. Hate its misfortune, be angry with it. Although Li Chen himself has some prejudice against monks, he is not disgusted, and other Buddhists are really working hard to spread their beliefs, which must be learned.

When I think of Buddhism, I think of the two largest sects of faith in the world, Christianity and Islam. Don't preach, even Buddhism is powerless to resist. People are spreading doctrines with a knife in one hand and a doctrine in the other.

(Alas, the two sects are equally incompatible.) Thinking of this, Li Chen has the impulse to change the status quo of the two religions, if he is made emperor..., he wants to learn Christianity and Islam, with a butcher's knife in one hand and doctrine in the other.

Li Chen thought far again. But don't think that religion doesn't do much. For example, if there are Buddhists who explain hell in this way, it will make those who want to do evil things win people more scruples. Not to mention ancient times, even in the era of modern material civilization and when people generally no longer believed, I still heard that many people had done bad things and felt uneasy.

In the long run, people who share the same religion tend to be more approachable, making it easier for rulers to rule. Looking closer, looking at the Qing Dynasty, how to rule Mongolia, isn't it just religion? With those horns. Ma rules Mongolia, and he is admiring those lamas. Hm. Those horns. Well, Middle-earth still doesn't believe it.

What can be done? Isn't it just convenient for the Manchu rule. If one day the Han people are the masters of the house, and the Manchus are kicked back to the white mountains and black waters, do you say that Mongolia is close to the Manchus or close to the Han people?

If one day... Li Chen clenched his fists and put them down.

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