At noon, because many people had to rush home to cook and eat, there were basically no people in line, which made everyone in Fushou Lou breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally able to rest for a while, Qi Ling hammered his already somewhat stiff neck with his hand, feeling a little tired all over his body.

When Gu Jinfeng saw her appearance, he was about to come over and help her pinch her shoulder a few times, but he didn't want someone to walk in front of him first.

The settling work just now had been hesitating for a long time, and only now did he dare to quietly pacing over, still holding a cup of tea that had just been dried in his hand, and Qi Ling slowly opened his mouth.

"Miss Qi Ling, you drink this, this is not hot anymore, just enough to quench your thirst."

Qi Ling didn't understand why he was so attentive to himself, but everyone else brought the water to you, and if you didn't take it, it would be too rude.

She took the tea, held it in her hand, and found that the temperature had indeed cooled down, so she drank it directly.

Then he wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and grinned at him.

"Thank you, I was a little thirsty just now, and you can be regarded as relieving my urgent need."

The young man's eyes lit up and he stammered back.

"I didn't ...... It's okay, it's just a small thing. ”

After speaking, he stood in front of Qi Ling without leaving, his mouth trembling slightly, as if he was hesitating about something.

Seeing this, Qi Ling knew that he probably had something to say to himself, so he took the initiative to ask.

"By the way, I've been busy all morning, and I don't know what your name is?"

"The little surname is An, called Mu Bo, such as Mu Chunfeng's mu, Uncle Zhong Ji's uncle. As for the table characters, there is no such thing as a table. ”

As soon as Qi Ling heard his introduction, he knew that this person should have read a book, and he spoke very politely.

She whispered his name twice more in her mind, and felt that calling this man shouldn't just be a little guy who settles accounts.

After all, the name sounds like it smacks of "not a supporting role".

Qi Ling looked at him with his spare eyes and found that although he was wearing a coarse linen dress, his temperament was directly revealed.

In particular, one of his hands, although they were intertwined with each other in front of his chest at this time, revealed the entanglement in his heart.

But his fingers are slender, and his bones are clearly stained with ink, and at a glance he knows that it is the result of long-term practice of calligraphy, and he is still a reader.

How could such a person with such a temperament as Zhilan Yushu come to this shop to be a young man, Qi Ling didn't understand.

But if she asks in person, maybe there is any other sore spot in it, so she plans to go back and ask Meng Huan, after all, these are all people he recruited, and he should have some understanding.

But instead of asking this, Qi Ling had to ask him what he had to say to herself, otherwise she would feel sorry for him looking at his hesitant look.

"I'll call you Mu Bo, why do you have anything to discuss with me? If you have anything to say, just say it, and everyone is not an outsider. ”

Qi Ling looked at him with his most gentle gaze as he spoke, for fear of scaring him.

After hearing this, An Mubo rubbed his hands again, bit his lip, and slowly spoke.

"Girl, I just saw that you don't even need an abacus to calculate the accounts, you can just use your mind to calculate, so I want to ask if there is any trick."

"But if it's inconvenient for you to tell you, it's okay, it's just that I think you're really amazing."

Seeing the apprehension on his face, Qi Ling couldn't help but laugh, this person really thought of himself as some kind of man-eating beast.

And this mental arithmetic is not difficult, as long as you memorize the ninety-nine multiplication formula, and practice more, some simple books can naturally get rid of the abacus.

Besides, this ninety-nine multiplication table is not something that is not passed on, in modern times, it is something that five or six-year-old children can memorize, so Qi Ling plans to teach it to him.

"There's nothing inconvenient, and the reason why I can figure it out so quickly is that I do have a knack."

Hearing her say this, An Mubo's eyes began to light up, and he looked at Qi Ling with anticipation, and his ears were propped up.

"This trick is a formula, called the Ninety-Nine Multiplication Table."

After An Mubo listened, he muttered on his lips, with some longing in his eyes.

"Ninety-nine multiplication table, ninety-nine multiplication table...... I don't know what this ninety-nine multiplication table is? ”

Qi Ling felt that it was not good to directly change "one by one" to "ninety-nine eighty-one" now

So many things were memorized for him.

Although it was effortless for her, she felt that such behavior was a bit stupid.

She thought about it for a while, and then said to An Mubo.

"You help me get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and I'll help you write a copy, so you can follow what is said on it and memorize it directly."

"Really?"

I didn't expect Qi Ling to be so generous, An Mubo's excited face turned a little red.

Seeing Qi Ling nodded, he hurriedly ran to the counter, helped Qi Ling get something, helped her grind the ink, and reached out to make a polite gesture.

"Miss Qi Ling, please."

Qi Ling picked up the pen and wrote out all the formulas silently in order, and she retained the modern habit of writing the formulas in the shape of a ladder, so that it would be more convenient to remember when the time came.

An Mubo stretched his neck to look at the side, but his gaze shifted just by looking at him.

At the beginning, he really stared at the paper in Qi Ling's hand, and sighed that her handwriting was very beautiful, like what everyone did.

But unconsciously, he began to look up slowly, first looking at Qi Ling's white and delicate hand, which did not have a trace of scars and calluses, as if carved from white jade.

The red crisp hands mentioned in the book are nothing more than that! He couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Then I saw Qi Ling's very serious side face, the crow-blue hair hung down mischievously, covering her white and tender ears, her chin was lowered, and her posture was extremely gentle.

Looking at her face, I saw her long eyelashes blinking, like a fluttering butterfly, her nose was small, her mouth was as tender as a spring flower, and there was a watery luster on it.

It was as if someone else had suddenly scratched it, or a pool of water had suddenly been blown by the wind and caused a ripple.

At this moment, An Mubo's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he felt a little itchy.

He deliberately cleared his throat and looked away, but just this look, he found that Gu Jinfeng, who was standing at another counter, was staring at him deadly.

There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes, and some warnings, like a wild beast warning others not to step into their territory at will.