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-- The Ming Dynasty's Di Bao system is very interesting, it is a bit like a modern newspaper, but it is only circulated among the court officials. There is not all the content above, mainly some officialdom information. Occasionally, though, there will be some hot or important other news that appears in the newspaper.

The authentic newspaper came from the capital, but as it was passed along the way, local affairs were also involved. On the side of Hainan Island, the movements of Fujian and Guangdong provinces often appear in the Di newspaper, and there is not much news about the capital.

And the most important point - the Ming officials have almost no sense of secrecy! After being read, the newspaper is often placed in the study very casually, and the servants will clean it up. In the process of transmission, the scrivener and others were also allowed to transcribe at will, so many topics spread to the market, forming gossip news in the mouths of the people.

Cheng County's order could have received some reports from time to time, but since Lingao "fell into the hands of thieves", this information service has been interrupted. Although he has written to his bosses and elders in Fucheng many times recently, repeatedly stating that Lingao County is still under the rule of the Ming Dynasty, it does not seem to have much effect. It is said that the Fucheng side still deducted a big hat of "bending his knees and surrendering to a thief" and treated him as a rebellious official.

This made Cheng Yegao very sad, and Lao Cheng thought that he had always been loyal to the Ming Dynasty. His hometown of Liaoning has long fallen into the hands of the Manchurians, his hometown relatives and friends have withered, and now even the loyal dynasty no longer recognizes him, so what's the point of living in this life!

When the news first came, it was said that the county magistrate once wanted to hang himself, but was later dissuaded by Master Li. Master Li said to him that if you are loyal to the country, the court may send another official to take over, and when the time comes, you will either be killed by the shorthairs, or you will be put on a big hat of "collaborator" and ruin your future, isn't it a crime? So even if it's the accumulation of yin virtue, you shouldn't give it up.

What's more, these short hairs don't look like the most vicious people, they may "still have a loyal heart", if one day Zhao'an is successful, there is no need for a false and wrongful snake, and strategize. When the time comes, reward and commend, glorify the ancestors, isn't it a happy ending for everyone?

The mess and nonsense actually made Lao Cheng dispel his confused thoughts - it is estimated that he didn't want to die in the first place. Scholars, they always cherish their lives. It's just a show, and when you go down the stairs, you will naturally stop.

However, Ye Gao didn't know that his pretentiousness was soon leaked by Master Li to those short-haired bandits as a joke. Different from Cheng County's secretive attitude, Master Li Changqian often takes the initiative to chat with the shorthairs now, and the conversation is by no means limited to Professor Li himself. He found that the group was extremely knowledgeable, and each of them seemed to have a different kind of knowledge. The things they do, once they really calm down and think about it, every single thing makes sense in it.

Shaving your hair short is for easy washing, and wrapping a strip of cloth around your legs can prevent your calves from swelling after long walks...... And that's just the most common sense. More and more complex knowledge, even if these short hairs were very happy to tell him, it was difficult for him to understand. For example, the strange glass stick that can emit light on its own, although Master Li has now learned to turn on and off the light, he still can't figure it out: why pulling the rope on the side of the wall can make the glass stick under the roof beam glow and go out?

If you can't understand what these shorthairs do, that's fine. But there was an accident that made Master Li Changqian feel a great shame - he was actually planted in the hands of a few migrant workers!

It was noon one day, and while he was wandering outside, he happened to see a few migrant workers who had been hired by the shorthairs gathered together, as if to count their wages. Master Li kindly walked over and asked if he needed help, he knew that these mud legs didn't know how to count at all, and they were deceived when it came time to collect rent and settle accounts. So people often come to ask him to help calculate, of course, the attitude is very humble, it depends on whether he is interested in Mr. Li Da.

However, this time, these mud-legged men didn't pay attention to him at all, the old man named Zhang Lushan was quite polite, raised his ass and owed a debt to express his gratitude, while the other young men didn't pay attention to him at all, and still wrote and scratched on the ground by themselves.

This can make Master Li angry, when did these mud legs become so arrogant?! He stood there and watched for a moment, and realized that the men were really counting, but the symbols they used were obviously those used by the shorthairs every day. And from the numbers they chanted, it sounded like the numbers they were talking about, the number calculated by these people was actually quite large, that is, Master Li himself, when he encountered such a large number, he had to use an abacus to calculate it, and they actually squatted on the muddy ground casually and counted it?

Master Li Changqian felt that his mind was surging with blood at that time, and his temples were pounding. As a bookkeeper, being proficient in arithmetic is the skill he is most proud of in his life, but now these lowly mud-legged military households have only been messing with those short-haired men for dozens of days, and they can actually count? And it's still so effortless?

In all fairness, those mud legs from beginning to end did not have the slightest disrespect for Master Li. Later, the old man apologized to him, saying that the babies didn't stand up to say hello to him because they didn't dare to be distracted. But the fact that these people are also counting has already made Master Li feel a great insult. Every time a number came out of their mouths, it was like a loud slap in the face of Li Changqian.

Master Li, who was dizzy, finally did something stupid that he would regret for the rest of his life - he actually offered to compete in arithmetic with these mud legs!

Although those mud-legged people were sincerely frightened and repeatedly said that they would never dare to compete with the master, they had already drilled into the tip of the horns, and even felt that this was deliberately arranged by those short hairs to humiliate him, but Master Li Changqian did not give up, and he must be superior. The topic is also ready-made -- Master Li took out the tax figures of Linggao that year and asked them to summarize them. He believed that no matter how magical those short hairs were, it was impossible to know the number in advance, because he had just stayed up late last night to calculate it.

The mud-legged men did not dare to disobey him after all, and after a moment of deliberation, they drew away from the ground with straw sticks. A moment later, when they were sincerely afraid to report to Li Changqian with a set of numbers, this proud master only felt that the world was spinning, and he almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of blood in his heart.

There are so many numbers in the world, but why are the numbers that these people report to him exactly the same as the numbers he spent several days and dozens of hairs tired, and only came up with them last night!

Fortunately, those mud-legged children didn't see this as a competition, they thought that Master Li was examining them, so they were respectful from beginning to end. This is also the only reason why Li Changqian didn't immediately go to a rope to learn from his boss and hang himself.

In the face of his inquiry, these people were also very honest, and they shook out the little Mr. Guo who taught them math at once. Li Changqian secretly shuddered - he had also seen that Mr. Xiao Guo, a hairy young man in his twenties, who didn't have a beard on his mouth, and he didn't look very reliable in talking and doing things on weekdays, he was just a little hairy baby, and he still had this ability?

But to say what kind of talent he is, it doesn't seem to be like it, and that group of shorthair doesn't seem to take him seriously at all. Obviously, the skills mastered by this little Mr. Guo are nothing in the eyes of those short hairs.

The reason why Li Changqian didn't care about the bad reputation of being a "bandit" and deliberately befriended these people was because of the curiosity of the scholars, and on the other hand, he also had a vague desire to listen to the truth of these people. He has always thought that there are old and young people in this group, and it is impossible for everyone to be as tight as that old Mr. Li, and they can always find out some inside stories.

As a result, in a sense, the master got his wish - he did learn a lot of new knowledge in the recent period. But it was not a good thing that he had gone too far—contrary to what he had expected, the shorthairs did not care about his snooping, but were happy to show him all sorts of strange techniques and learning. Ask a small question here, and often answer for half an hour there, during which astronomy and geography are all-encompassing, Li Changqian is dizzy when he listens, but there are not many who can really understand.

At the beginning, after Master Li returned home every night, he insisted on copying down the new news and new terms he heard today. But after ten days he had to give up this plan, because every day he would hear a large number of new words and things, and he could not remember them at all, even if he remembered a small part of them, and if he really had to record them one by one with a brush, then he would not want to sleep.

In the end, Master Li could only make the following records in his "Long Migration Record":

“…… Its things are ingenious, and its people are unfathomable. Today, I know how big the world is, sad, lucky. ”

After that, Master Li was completely shameless, he huddled with the group of mud legs every night to listen to that little Mr. Guo's class, and no longer used a brush, but used charcoal and goose feather dipping pen like those short hairs. Even the paper was cheeky to find the collar of the short-haired people - the soft, crumpled rice paper at home was really not suitable for hard pen writing, and it seemed to be a better use to wipe the buttocks like the short-haired ones.

The traversers didn't know that their saturated information bombardment had such a huge impact on a certain Ming Dynasty intellectual, and they paid more attention to the movements of the county magistrate Cheng Yegao, because this county magistrate was the only line of contact between them and the Ming government.

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