Jiao Ming called Binglian outside the classroom door and whispered the problem with the number expression. www.biquge.info Binglian scratched her head very rarely, and then asked Jiao Ming what he could do.

"If I were to use only the decimal system and use the Chinese reading method, I just don't know if there would be any resistance. Jiao Ming couldn't think of any good way.

"Just do as you say!" Binglian patted Jiao Ming's shoulder. "I can trust you. ”

Back in the classroom, Jiao Ming began to teach the Chinese pronunciation of ten Arabic numerals, plus the reading of 'ten', a total of eleven pronunciations were quickly accepted. Then there are the three symbols of 'plus', 'subtraction' and 'equal'.

The basic symbol problem is solved, and the little ones quickly master the addition and subtraction within ten. After all, in terms of age, these children are all about the fourth or fifth grade of primary school, and their level of intellectual development is not low, and the basic addition and subtraction operations have been learned for a long time, but they are not proficient. And complex expressions hindered further development.

The advantages of Arabic numerals and monophonic pronunciation soon became apparent, and after a lesson, a few clever little ones quickly mastered addition and subtraction within a hundred. Most of them are still relatively stupid, and they are still wandering around within ten years, and of course, the unskilled new expressions are also an obstacle.

After the math class ended, the white-haired muscular old man and Xia Feng led the children to 'physical education class' respectively, while Jiao Ming sat with Binglian and continued to discuss the addition problem within 100 just now, and gradually Jiao Ming discovered a thing, Binglian's math seemed to be very scummy.

"I heard you went to a magic school, don't you teach math there?"

"Of course I teach math, and it's a very important subject, and a lot of magic research will be used. ”

"Then I would venture to ask, how did you do in math that year?"

Then Jiao Ming blushed when he saw her for the first time since he crossed over to meet Binglian. Jiao Ming instantly understood a lot.

"You said yesterday that you would help me with the town scene, but you actually wanted to steal your studies, right??"

"Also...... Or there are more factors in the town scene. Binglian blushed and stumbled in reply.

It's enough to know this, and you can't embarrass your boss too much. Jiao Ming didn't mention this matter anymore, and continued to give Binglian a math class. However, when he casually looked out the window, he was stunned, the white-haired muscular old man was grabbing Vera's father and beating him, his fists raining down on the old man's body, and the fists were clattering to the flesh, and the scene was very cruel.

"Something's wrong!" Jiao Ming shouted to Binglian, pointing out the window.

Binglian glanced outside, but asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

"You can't see it??"

"See, what's wrong?"

Binglian's indifferent attitude also calmed down Jiao Ming, could it be that this is a dismount? But the old man is half-demented, there is no point in getting off the horse.

"It's always not good to beat someone, why beat him, the old man is pitiful enough. Jiao Ming calmed his tone and said slowly, he had already seen Vera standing on the side, although he held back his tears, he didn't step forward to stop him. Jiao Ming looked at it a few more times, couldn't bear the uneasiness of conscience anymore, and turned his head away.

"It's part of the treatment plan, and it's the same when your hands and feet are almost regenerated. ”

"Huh?" Jiao Ming was shocked: "I ...... too"

"Since we're so acquainted, I'll tell you the truth. If you want to speed up the regeneration of your hands and feet, you also participate in combat training, and the reason why I didn't tell you at the beginning was because I was afraid that you would misunderstand and sneak away. Your hometown seems to be repulsive to such violence. Binglian explained what happened.

"Thank you so much. ”

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At lunchtime, the old man sat on the chair with a blue nose and swollen face, but he also enjoyed a whole roast chicken, this time he didn't need Vera to feed, he gnawed very hard, but the broken arm was inconvenient to use, Vera helped from time to time.

Jiao Ming smacked his lips, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Suddenly remembering that Vera only said that she had lost her hands and fighting spirit when she described her father, and she had never said anything about dementia, it seemed that this old man was not stupid at all and was just too lazy to pay attention to you.

Leave the chicken wings as usual, give Xiao Shi a fair share, finish the meal in three times and two times, rest for a while, and after the coolies have finished eating, they beckoned the small door board and a few coolies to set off to the river beach.

As a dog leg bent on pleasing Jiao Ming, the small door panel can be regarded as hollowing out, and the poor performance of the father and son on the way to the river beach yesterday seems to be that he himself is not satisfied, so this time he didn't know where to get two long wooden poles, and two short crossbars were driven in the middle to form a simple sedan chair.

Jiao Ming sat on a simple sedan chair and couldn't help but secretly praise the wisdom of the working people. "I said small door panel, who thought of this idea, it's a talent. ”

The small door panel smiled shyly: "I came up with it." ”

One person carried a wheelchair, several people took turns carrying a sedan chair, and the group soon came to the river beach. According to the original plan, torches were lit to burn the weeds, but as expected, they did not burn at all, and the few places where they were lit quickly extinguished on their own, and the smoke was billowing out, and a few coolies who went to light the fire had black faces and coughs. It's all because last night's rain was so untimely.

Jiao Ming shouted to stop everyone, and asked the small door panel what could be done, the small door panel touched his head and frowned into a pimple, but there was no way.

In the end, Jiao Ming asked everyone to use soil methods to pull weeds. How much area can be pulled out in an afternoon, wait until tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to light the fire and try it.

Then we started to solve the next problem, how to grow this pasture. Jiao Ming held a few handfuls of grass that had just been plucked from the small door panel in his hand, and was at a loss again. Jiao Ming has at least five kinds of plants in his hands, each of which has different rhizomes and leaves, according to Xiaomenban, these kinds of forage cattle are particularly fond of them, and there are several that are average.

Only one of these grasses has green grass seeds, which look completely unripe, and I don't know if it will grow if it is planted or not.

Jiao Ming finally came up with an idea, and ordered a fast-legged coolie to go back to the castle and find the coolie leader in charge of the vegetable garden, saying that Master Jiao Ming was in a hurry.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the old farmer in charge of the vegetable garden came. I had already met yesterday, but I was in a hurry, and I didn't know what to call the steward of this vegetable garden.

After a brief inquiry, I learned that the old man was the same as the old door panel, there was no official name, only a nickname for easy to call, and everyone called him a dung spoon. This kind of title Jiao Ming can't be called, so he changed it on the spot: I will call you a wooden spoon in the future, whoever dares to scream again, report it to me.

Then Jiao Ming went straight to the point, put more than a dozen kinds of cultivated cattle and pasture grass one by one, and let this wooden spoon see if he knew how to plant them. The vegetable garden steward who got the new name looked at it carefully, smacked his mouth and replied: "There are three kinds of seeds, and people can also eat them." Five kinds of vegetables look very similar to some vegetables, and there is a fifty percent certainty. The rest can be tried, and those who are alive or not dare not say, but the small ones must use all their strength. ”

Jiao Ming nodded in approval. Then let the wooden spoon take people and transplant the samples of these kinds of grass back to the castle vegetable garden for trial planting.