Mrs. Guo was sitting on the kang with a small scale at her feet, counting the labor insurance money she had saved.

A pile in the east, a pile in the west, and a small broken silver of one or two or two, a total of nine piles.

I only heard this old lady who smiled less than half a mouthful, muttering in her thoughts:

"Ninety-nine eighty-one, that's eighty-one taels of silver, that's right.

Emma, have you saved so much? I'm okay, but my children don't know how to pay for this money.

Hehe, take out a tael of silver, buy sugar gourds for the baby at home tomorrow to eat, and I also have to eat two. ”

One or two are scary, not scary, it's the real situation there.

The Song family is like this, there are many people, they have to buy everything in a basket, and they can't give a pound of fruit to a few people.

Mrs. Guo put these silver coins into the baggage, and stuffed the baggage into the innermost part of the kang cabinet, so as not to let her daughter-in-law clean up the house and see it, this is not the money on the surface.

After cleaning up, he walked out with the scales and hummed in his mouth: "Sugar gourd, sweet and sour, take a bite, grandma and little grandson all like Mo Yi'er." ”

Not far away, next to the house.

Song Fusheng is persuading his daughter:

"It's no longer clear who made it up, it's been handed down by our ancestors, and it's been perfected from generation to generation.

Master Yan values the simplicity of your method of teaching Mi Shou.

He felt that if he could compile a book, it would be of great significance to promote the popularization of arithmetic.

He said, it's very good, I can see that I'm excited, I want to see you.

Girl, don't you know, this dynasty stipulates that civil and military officials must have abacus bags to improve the accuracy of decision-making.

Of course I don't need it. ”

He has a cell phone, he has a calculator.

"But the others, by the way, have you seen that thing that Lu Pan uses to learn arithmetic like a wooden stick?

The more numbers you count, the larger the area of the pendulum.

I also have this in my office, so it's for others to see.

If you teach them some arithmetic formulas, some easy methods, the civil and military officials will really thank you.

Do you think, you can put less counting sticks in the calculation bag, some people are made of jade, but Shen, can they not remember you?

Your father and I also have face, don't we?

By the way, who wrote the book? My daughter, someone else designated a thumbs up.

Sure enough, the tiger father has no dog girl. ”

Song Fuling glanced at her father, looking at you smiling, as if she had been asked.

She was still a little unhappy.

Mi Shou they are a blank piece of paper, they can draw as much as they want, and it is not troublesome to teach them.

After all, they were very young, and they hadn't been exposed to anything else at that time.

Even, it doesn't take much trouble to teach grandma.

In the same way, there is no need to go nonsense to explain the "why", why it is different from the ancient way of calculating.

And to teach the kind of literature of Master Yan, and to teach the teachers who have given lectures to so many princes and princes, isn't it okay to find a pumping type, but you can imagine how much nonsense she has to rack her brains.

It's not like she's not without this experience.

Teaching Lu Pan for a while, she secretly gritted her teeth, and in the future, she was far away from these knowledgeable ancients, and it was extremely difficult to manage, so she always asked: "En?" Oh? Why, how did you come up with it? ”

It's scary to think about it, and you have to explain too much.

"Dad, why don't you say I was taught by you?"

Song Fusheng shook his head:

"Isn't that.

Your brother has already been recruited by his teacher, and it was his sister who taught him.

In ancient times, in books such as "Xunzi", "Guanzi", "Huainanzi", "Warring States Policy", etc., although there were formulas such as 3927, 6848, etc., there were few other formulas.

How much did you teach Mi Shou, but you didn't count it in your heart? He was almost tested with some Olympiad questions, who told you to teach him?

I'm going to say that I have nothing to study, how idle I am, and I'm still researching.

Besides, give me the whole thing, how can I fix it in case I show the stuffing.

It's far better to say that you have talent, mathematicians have to pay attention to talent.

I made one for him, and when you heard the number, you pricked up your ears and chattered, and when you were three years old, you squatted in the yard and swinged a stick.

Then I was inspired, sat on my lap, and I taught you ...... by hand."

Well, after he met Master Yan in the afternoon, Lao Yan must have sketched out in his mind the image of her daughter combing two pigtails and being a little prodigy since she was a child.

Song Fuling couldn't listen anymore, "Qian Mishou!" ”

Mi Shou put down his schoolbag and ran out: "Sister, I'm going to practice horses." ”

That night, Song Fusheng announced to his family that our family's talented little comrade Poria would often go to Yanfu and stay in Shajiabang.

"Teach, teach, teach whom?" Grandpa was almost burned by a cigarette pouch, our fat girl is going to teach such a learned person?

Mrs. Ma also pulled Song Fuling's hand, patted for a while, touched for a while, and her excitement was beyond words.

I thought: Milk still doesn't know you correctly, and it doesn't give you accurate positioning.

On weekdays, I only think that my little granddaughter's brain reacts quickly, and the family account, the three sons and three daughters-in-law are not fat.

No matter how complicated the accounts are, go to the fat girl, but don't stay, let's go out.

Therefore, I have always felt that our fat girl is very smart, but we still dare not think that we are already smart enough to get out of the circle? Do you want to do research with those people in the literary world?

Oh, Mrs. Ma pinched her thighs again, so she wanted to write a letter to the eldest princess to show off.

But it stands to reason that the book should be sent along with the book on the day it is published.

With that book in front of you, you don't need to say much, just mention a few words. Only by doing so can we highlight that our family is more stylish.

The little granddaughter taught her that if you say too much, you will lose. I taught her, but I couldn't do it too much. Including pretending to save face, it is also possible to express it in a low-key way, which will look more advanced.

is afraid that she can't bear how to fix that day, she really doesn't want to be tactful this time, let alone be advanced, so she wants to write a sentence on the letter: Old birthday star, take a look, whose child can be as talented as ours.

Also, I regret it, Mrs. Ma is called a regret.

Grandma has a leg, and it's too early to scold.

If this is now arranged for the bureau to scold, can she smile and say:

My granddaughter's marriage is rumored to be right outside, and it is a big worry in my heart.

What worries me is that who can be worthy of the arithmetic masters who are famous for their books, there are indeed too many ordinary men who are not worthy of marrying.

"Milk, don't pinch it," the thighs are going to be bruised.

Song Fuling rubbed Mrs. Ma, she didn't need to ask to know that she could make up for her brain better than her father.

If her father can think of a picture, her milk will be able to make a blockbuster in her heart.

Look at it, look at it, after Song Fusheng's announcement, let's not talk about outsiders, our own family members are starting to look up to it.

It was not obvious before, but now it is highlighted by Master Yan.

The more awesome Mr. Yan is, the more powerful our fat girl feels.

Jinbao said, "No wonder Mr. Today is still looking for us." I asked them some twists and turns that they didn't understand too much at the time, and gave them some arithmetic questions.

Mi Shou, who was in the Jiazi class for a long time, was also admitted to the school, all because of his sister.

"I can still write a book even if I settle accounts. After writing a book, sell it in bookstores all over the world? ”

"That's natural."

The aunts and uncles in the family all think that the fat girl is with her father, so how does the brain grow.

Zhu asked: "Then in the future, if the book is really published, will it be mentioned that the fat girl, those men, those readers, will also know it?" Oh mom, then when Jinbao goes out in the future, he doesn't just mention his third uncle, is it better to mention that the fat girl is his sister? ”

Like Zhu, too many women think that women should be recognized in the eyes of the men who are in charge of the house, so to what extent? I can't imagine it.

Qian Mishou sat next to Song Fusheng, and the two of them laughed together, yes, it was deliberate, my sister is so good, see who dares to talk nonsense without beads.

Hearing this, he laughed and said: "Second uncle, of course it's good to mention my sister, writing a book, someone can't get it for a lifetime." But it's not a fat girl, my sister wants to give her a name. ”

Song Fusheng immediately responded, looking at his family's Mi Shou is careful, how old he is, he is thoughtful: "Yes, yes, yes, think of a pen name." ”

Later, Song Fuling told her father privately that if it was really to the point of publishing a book.

Write Yan Fuzi in the front, and she in the back.

Her pen name: Yun Who's Thoughts.

Let her father reveal what she means, whether some things can be done in the end or not, let's talk about it first.

Of course, Master Yan will be happy, and he will appreciate his daughter's behavior even more, and Song Fusheng thinks that this is not a problem.

He was savoring his daughter's pen name.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the trees hanging outside: "The mountains have hazelnuts, the Xi has Ling, and the clouds think of who." ”

Hmm, good name, good name.

Qian Peiying came in just when she heard this.

Why do you feel so familiar with this name, where did you see it? Hey, you can't remember this head.

Peach Blossom entered the house with a round seed, and if she didn't eat it, she wouldn't be able to let it go, and the outside was already civilized, and the third uncle and three aunts would eat some more if they were full.

This was unthinkable before. Before, there wasn't enough to eat, but now it is, clean up, or you shouldn't be blind.

Peach Blossom happened to hear Qian Peiying muttering.

"Hiccup, hmm, wow......" spit out.

Qian Peiying and Song Fusheng were taken aback, and immediately had no thoughts, so they sent someone to invite Lang Zhong to take a look at the pulse, and they were happy.

Peach Blossom's little face turned white, and whispered to Song Fuling, who came to congratulate her, she was purely scared, sister, when will you and the little general confess leniently?

"Sister, do you remember Yunshui's thoughts?"

"I'm your sister, you're so smart, I can't get a little bit of it? I have a good memory with your sister-in-law Baozhu. ”

Song Fuling laughed, but her mother still gave birth to her, so she didn't touch it.

Peach Blossom looked at the back of the girl leaving, smiled and shook her head: How can you fix it without heart and lungs.

……

After the episode of peach blossom Youxi, Song Fuling did not go to see Master Yan immediately, she was looking through various ancient arithmetic books to find out the ways in which modern mathematics can correspond to ancient arithmetic.

And in the past few days, as long as Song Fuling wants to do something when she goes out of the room, the eldest aunt at home will not let her, waving her hand:

"Let's go back to the house and make up a book, that's a big deal."

"Fat girl, do you want to eat, my aunt will make it for you."

"Don't touch the water scoop, roast chicken, how do you serve Miss."

The fat girl who used to be black and strong has now changed her name to roast chicken, which is more elaborate.

Song Fuling was writing at the desk, and she stood aside to polish the ink.

Song Fuling asked her to take a nap, but she didn't go, and dozed off with her chin in her hand.

Song Fuling: "......"

This posture, the whole family is around, chickens, ducks, geese, dogs and cats are not allowed to bark indiscriminately, so they are about to drug the crying Nian Nian and the little loser, which instantly reminds her of her father's imperial examination.

The aunts and uncles actually have a heart: the fat girl is better than the man, who said that women are not as good as men. That's a scholar's business, and the treatment is not a good one.

The most unexpected thing is that it is Song Fucai who can't hold two taels of sesame oil in his stomach.

When the whole family was holding back their efforts to keep secrets, Song Fucai came out with a secret recipe in the rented pepper factory.

While processing the last pot base, in the choking atmosphere of spicy oil, Hongguang Man said loudly to his workers: "My third brother is powerful, and my little niece also follows my third brother's brain, which is even more powerful." I'm going to publish a book. ”

"What?" This matter is too far away for the common people, and it is unfamiliar to hear this word.

"Hehe, my little niece, publish a book."

Uncle Song took off his mask, no, don't do it, go back early today, go around the street, and see what snacks to buy for his niece.

To say that Song Fucai is the rarest and fatter one.

As an uncle, he doesn't like to talk much on weekdays, and his own children are all boys.

Three more days later.

Song Fuling took the roast chicken and boarded the carriage with two white horses.

She's a beautiful car, a thief.

Because she has a good father.

The drawings designed by her father, which were drawn by the artist who used his authority to draw the suspect, were somewhat like the old foreign cars in the modern sixties and seventies.

The black wood body is tung oil, the inside is decorated with leather soft bag, and the foot is covered with a large carpet sent by Mrs. Liu during the New Year, the carpet has a pattern, a kind of bird, called pulsatilla, the bird plays with a big red rich flower, meaning that the white head is old together, the car window is completely copied according to the landside car, and the white gauze curtain and pink satin curtain are hung.

The wheels of those carts are bigger than other people's.

There were even taillights in the back of the car.

For Mrs. Ma, this money is not spent in vain, it is so generous, it is so generous.

It's just that this car has a point, and Mrs. Ma thinks it's too ostentatious and should be replaced.

No, he was pulling his little granddaughter and whispering in private: "Who found you the driver?" I thought the roast chicken was with her father. You can't do it, change it quickly, listen to the milk, or you won't be happy to go back, the man he won't be careless. ”

"Milk, do you also feel long spirit?"

Aha.

The two drivers were found by their mothers.

It's the twin brothers of the mother-in-law's house who cook at my mother's place, Chi Xing, Chi Yu.

All of them are 1.8 meters tall, and they are slightly whiter than other men.

In my mother's words, why do I look so much like the star Yi Feng, I fell in love at a glance, especially the rare twins, who are both sixteen years old.

Don't underestimate it, their father works in the dart bureau, and when he is young, he will drive to train livestock. So, don't look at the lack of a stabilizer, but there will never be two horses, one or two wrong steps to mix garlic.

However, then again, these two white horses are indeed very docile.

Unlike Xiaohong, who is only heroic and gentle in front of the only few people in the family, he raises his neck in front of others and is murderous.

The car moved.

Song Fuling pushed the car window, the wind blew, the curtain fluttered, and she smiled and waved to her family.

Song Zhifu pinched his waist with both hands, the corners of his smiling eyes were folded, and he looked at his daughter in the car at the back door of the mansion:

Look at his daughter, smiling like a flower.

Whose daughter? So exciting.

It's not just your family that's watching.

The carriage and horse turned onto the main street.

The common people are stupid, oh roar, this frame is too shocking.

Even Uncle Zhou, who was beside Master Yan, raised his eyebrows the moment he saw the car coming.

Miss Yan stared at the almonds in the boudoir, "What? Grandfather let Miss Poria enter through the middle door? ”

Only men were allowed to enter her house.