If a person lives in happiness and contentment all the time, he has no mind to think about lofty things, and when a person is in resentment and gloom, all kinds of strange thoughts will follow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I've only figured it out in the last few days. All books are nothing but the accumulation of previous experience, and the world is constantly evolving. The living write a book of their experiences in the present and then die. From the perspective of development, as long as it is a book, it represents the past. And more importantly, the future!"

"Where is the future? The future is not in the pile of old papers in the so-called "Universal Overview", and it is not in the boring question of how many ways there are to drill wood to make fire. ”

"Where is the future!?" Xiaoying stretched out his finger and pointed to the lights of thousands of homes above Hengshui Town, and said: "In ordinary work, in the noisy trading houses, in the inspiring battlefields, in the solemn court, and even in the peaceful temples. ”

"Wherever it is, but, not in the pile of old papers, you said. So I said it's a stupid question, and if you read more books, does it make sense?"

"This is a time of change, and there can be no books from the past, answers about this era. So I said, "I've read all my books in vain." Xiaoying suddenly felt a little low.

Looking at those lights, feeling the lively world, the fierce competition, my heart is a little sour. Those bustling and lively, so far from themselves!

His life is probably to live this life in obscurity and quietly, accompanied by the green lantern scrolls in the school, lonely self-appreciation.

The Holy Aunt's eyes sparkled, especially when she heard that "this is a time of change, and it is impossible for a book of the past to have an answer to this era".

"Would you like to read the real book, then?" said the Holy Aunt.

"Real books!?" Shadow mused.

Fang Hua heard the meaning in the Holy Aunt's tone, and said anxiously: "This ...... Isn't that too hasty!"

Then with a palm of his hand, a delicate calculation chip appeared in his hand. Unlike a simple arithmetic, this one is made of the tiniest shells and pearls.

There are seven or eight layers of upper and lower layers, and dozens of thin steel strands are interspersed between these flat shells and pearls.

Xiaoying looked at the calculation chip in the young man's hand, and a look of disdain rose on her face. "Are you the professors of Xunmengsheng?"

Mengsheng, who is younger than a child, usually has a school in the village, and professors teach these eight- and nine-year-old children arithmetic and poetry.

The young man felt humiliated again, and argued: "Don't say it's a plan, I'm afraid you won't even be able to use it!"

The mockery on Xiaoying's face was even stronger: "This son is also a person who does big things, big things lie in decision-making, and planning is some cheap work that doesn't need to use your brains." The rich man who holds the abacus every day is the rich man who has no steward. ”

Do you know how many accounts I have to calculate every day, do you know that tens of thousands of denier materials are waiting to be distributed every day, and tens of thousands of people are waiting to start work!"

Tens of millions of people! Xiaoying's mind is extremely fast, if this young man is telling the truth, it is not a small force!

"So what, no matter how big the number is, it's just an account. ”

Xiaoying thought of Xu Feng's statement about helping the people in the world, and said now: "If you are planning the economy, I advise you to save your worries." All things in the world are the same. The general economic trend is also like this heavenly way, if there is no rain, it is useless for you to pray, when it should rain, it will naturally fall. The wind and rain are smooth, everything rises naturally, and people's actions are probably just in vain. ”

"If there is more of a certain good, the price will naturally fall, the profit of the merchant will decrease, and the production will naturally decrease accordingly. On the contrary, when a certain kind of goods is scarce, it is scarce and expensive, and the merchant is profitable, which naturally increases production. ”

"The profit-seeking nature of businessmen regulates the surplus of the market. Because they are related to their own profits and losses, they will care about the market as much as they care about their own lives. No one is stupid enough to produce rain gear for sale despite years of drought. They're a lot more worried than you, the big shopkeeper who runs tens of thousands of people. ”

"All the people of the world, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, plough the fields for food, dig wells for drinking, what is Dili for me! Helping the people through the world is to apply it to the world, and the key falls on the word "use"; no matter how many books you read, you can't use them, isn't it stupid! No matter how many accounts you count, you can't guide the practical, won't you be even more stupid!" Xiaoying said.

"This little girl is sharp and open-mouthed!" The young man in white was so angry that he couldn't find the words to refute it, so he reprimanded loudly.

The holy aunt didn't know where Xiaoying's theory came from, but her heart suddenly brightened, as if a glacier of tens of thousands of years had melted in an instant, as if a cave had been dug for countless years, and it was suddenly opened.

The MixC has been ostensibly prosperous in recent years, but she knows that everything is going in a bad direction. Although the war between the Great Xia Dynasty and the Rakshasa Ghost Kingdom was a good opportunity for a big deal, it also led to fierce infighting between the various chambers of commerce in Vientiane City.

Countless scouts and assassins from the two countries are mixed up between the chambers of commerce, competing for profit and blocking each other, which has reached a white-hot level.

Countless industries have been hit hard by gang vendettas, and more hungry and cold people have been living on the streets, and there is not much money left in the underground bank of Vientiane City.

The most important thing is that there are thousands of things in front of you, but you are powerless. Life is about to run out, and a feeling of lack of skill gnaws at his mind day and night.

Could it really be time to change this way! Saint Gu Lanxin sometimes couldn't help but think.

"What a book to read! A good account to be settled!" said the holy aunt.

There was silence for a long time.

It's like thinking about what Xiaoying just said, and it's like making a decision.

"Do you know the Mixc?" said the Holy Aunt suddenly straight to the point.

Xiaoying's heart was shocked, how could she not know!

There are almost no classics about economic and practical books, and all articles about people's livelihood and social welfare, that do not mention Vientiane City.

Prosperous trade, abundant products, smooth flow of goods, and people make the best use of these words to describe the beauty of the prosperous world, all used to describe the prosperity of the MixC.

Combined with what the young man in white said, the work of tens of thousands of people, and the goods of thousands of people, Xiaoying seemed to understand something, and the bold conjecture in his heart was confirmed.

The well-read little shadow not only knows the Mixc, but also knows the big housekeeper of the Mixc, the Holy Aunt.

She never thought that this woman wearing a mask and standing calmly in front of her turned out to be the holy aunt of Vientiane City, and even the Great Xia Emperor wanted her to give her three points.

There was a flame rising in Song Xiaoying's heart. took two steps forward, suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, bowed slightly without humility or arrogance, and said, "Xiaoying has seen the Holy Aunt." ”

The mask on the face of the woman in white trembled, she didn't expect this girl to be so knowledgeable and quick-witted, and she guessed her identity with just a few words.

Fang Hua was also stunned, the anger in his heart was gone, and he began to take the girl in front of him seriously.

"Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man!" the holy aunt said to herself: "No matter how smart a person is, no matter how much he reads, no matter how many accounts he reckons, what's the use, in the end, he is not tired to death!"

"Will you go with me to Vientiane?"

"Would you like to be like me?"

"Are you willing to read real books and realize your ideas that are useful to the world?"

With three questions in a row, a series of cannons smashed over, and Xiaoying's breathing suddenly became a little short.

The autumn night sky seemed extraordinarily high, the wind was blowing, the noisy night banquet in the distance gradually subsided, some people were drunk, some people were still awake, the sound of stumbling footsteps was getting closer and closer, and Xiaoying knew that it was time to make a decision.