After Li Weigong died, Hongfu didn't want to live anymore, she wanted to kill herself, but the Tang Dynasty had a strict system. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info everything must be included in the plan, so she has to run to various yamen every day to go through the procedures for martyrdom for herself. The officials were very polite to her and approved of her plans, but they still wanted her to wait for indicators. She needs a variety of indicators, first of all, an indicator of unnatural death. This is because only 300 people in Chang'an City die abnormally every year, including cars, soldiers, water, fire, poison, and only sickness and old death. This matter should be handled by the yamen of the criminal department. The official in charge of this matter checked and found that the number of people who died in various ways had greatly exceeded the target, and only the person who hanged next month still had a vacancy, so she was allowed to hang herself. Red Whisk was disgusted by this way of dying, frowning and rolling her eyes. Frightened, the official hurriedly knelt down for her and said, "Madam, this matter must require your care." If you wipe your neck casually and die, we will all be fined for all the money, and the adults and children will have to drink the northwest wind! After getting the approval for hanging, you have to go to the Ministry of Rites to go through the formalities, because widow martyrdom belongs to the category of ideology. However, an official from the Ministry of Rites and Atmosphere said that there were too many martyrs this quarter, which made the whole society tend to be pessimistic. So at least wait until the next quarter. I have to fight with the criminal department for this matter. In addition to this, it is necessary to cancel various registrations, household registrations, memberships, etc. before death. There are so many things that I can't do. And you can't entrust it to anyone else. Anyway, she has a car, an identity, and has taken a big advantage. At the very least, when you arrive at the Ministry of Rites, you can wait for the reception in the VIP room drinking incense, and you don't need to stand in line outside the office door like those little widows, trembling and hearing the roars inside: Just want to set up your own chastity archway, you don't want to think about how much trouble it brings to our work! Hongfu is a very imaginative person, and occasionally when he hears people scolding other widows, he has to think of himself. Although everyone told her that she was the first person to apply for martyrdom in the Tang Dynasty, and this alone was very respectable, she still felt that these words were talking about her. When filling out the relevant form at the Ministry of Rites, in the "Motivation for Martyrdom" column, she filled in "I feel that it is too troublesome to live". Later, under the repeated inspiration of others, I added missing Wei Gong. After adding this way, she felt that life was more troublesome. Later, she found that there was a column on the form for "martyrdom", so she filled in the words "cut wrists". Later, when the officials of the Ministry of Rites looked at the watch, they said that the Ministry of Punishment approved you to hang yourself, how can you cut your wrists. This form had to be refilled, and it was impossible to paste a blank note to correct it, because this was a martyrdom for a woman, and the relevant materials would probably have to be presented to the emperor for inspection, and there would be no place to make up for it. However, those forms were as few as thirty or forty pages, and all of them had to be filled out in regular letters. Refilling is a real hassle to death.

Later, Hongfu found out that it was not easy to die, and these procedures could not be completed. It is precisely because these procedures cannot be completed that every widow in Chang'an City is going through the martyrdom procedures. This can express their grief, and at the same time show that she is not indifferent to the death of a husband. With such a reputation, it will be convenient to get back in the future. The walls of the yamen, where all the widows who had been martyred, were plastered with marriage notices, and there were countless stubborn sons who were there to entangle with the women in line. There are many women who have lined up a few times and married other men, and there is not one out of ten who really persevered to the end and died. And it's the one who died, and others still say that she couldn't find the object and died in despair. Fortunately, Hongfu has the name of the first beauty in the Tang Dynasty, so no one has said that she wants to die because she can't marry again, but all the people outside see her and always say that she has ambition. For example, her daughter always said: Mom, you are so old, why are you still in the limelight? Red Whisk was driven crazy by this situation, but the formalities were still not completed. Sometimes people say that they need to study it again. Sometimes people say that it has been reported. But when I went up to the top and asked, I said that I hadn't seen the communication -- probably because the mouse delivering the document had met the cat. Until she couldn't bear it anymore and announced that she would not go through these formalities, and that she was going to find a rope and hang herself. This time, everyone panicked and hurriedly urged her to do it. In this way, six months after Li Weigong's death, Hongfu's martyrdom procedures were finally completed.

It is necessary to add a few words about Red Whisk's desire to commit suicide. As a first-class lady in the Tang Dynasty, she rarely goes out to work for indicators. This is very different from others - if you are a hawker, you will not be so unfamiliar with indicators, you are in various yamen at the beginning and end of the month, running around for your stall indicators, so the market in Chang'an City is always empty at the beginning and end of the month, and you can't even buy bottles of soy sauce. If you are a plasterer, you will not be too unfamiliar with indicators, because no matter who asks you to build a house, you can't forget to ask: Do you have the indicators to build a house? But she also needs indicators, at least when she commits suicide. Although she said that she would hang herself without going through the formalities, she was not ready to carry it out. This is because she is not a person without a sense of responsibility. That is to say, she is also afraid that people will scold her. If I had been born in the Tang Dynasty and had been a petty trader, I would have been scolded because my neighbor had hanged a Duchess Li Wei and wanted to beat me up. As a noblewoman, the responsibility is very heavy, at least the safety of the neighbor's butt is all about her.

When the formalities were completed and he fulfilled his responsibilities to his neighbors, Hongfu thought that he could wash his face and comb his hair, so he hanged himself, but a large group of people came to the house, and the leader of them was an old woman Wei. This eldest lady works in the palace and is specifically responsible for the hanging of concubines. She came to convey the queen's decree and said that what the little hooves were doing was a mess. Aunt Wei, you go and guide me. Since then, the preparations for the hanging of the red whisk have been carried out under the leadership of experts, and it has nothing to do with herself. For example, the Ministry of Industry wants to go to Lingnan and cut down a high-quality nanmu tree to make a coffin for Hongfu; Guozijian wants to write Hongfu into Prime Minister Wei Zheng's State Address next year; the social atmosphere will continue to improve this year; the National History Museum wants to write her into the official history; the Zhongshu Province wants to draw up a nickname for her, and so on, all of which have nothing to do with her. She just had to wait until an auspicious day to die. And this has nothing to do with her: until that day, she can't die if she wants to, and when that day comes, she can't live if she wants to. That is to say, although Redwhisk is still alive for the time being, we can already treat her as a thing.

There is something that can be added about the suicide of the Red Whisk Martyr. When she first developed the desire to die, she felt that she lacked imagination in how to die, so she ran to the suicide store. As far as I know, all the ways of suicide in modern times are available in Datang. For example, in modern times, there were suicides with pistols, and there were also in the Tang Dynasty, but they used a short crossbow operated with one hand to fire a seven-inch crossbow arrow aimed at their temple. In modern times, there is a suicide with piped gas, but in the Tang Dynasty, the gas was burned by a charcoal stove made of copper skin, and then washed and cooled, and piped into the mouth and nose to ensure that you inhale pure carbon monoxide. Only electrocution is troublesome to commit suicide, and it is necessary to release a wire kite on a thunderstorm day to attract thunder and lightning in the sky.

In any case, in the city of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, people who wanted to die could get first-class service. The suicide supply store even has a team of well-digging for those who are determined to die by throwing themselves into the well, but do not want to pollute the water source. But before that team can be dispatched, the shop's suicide counselor will always persuade you to drown in a crystal tank. The trough is home to all sorts of goldfish, tropical fish, and a few green-haired turtles, where you can wave goodbye to your family and admire the beauty of the aquarium while calmly entering the netherworld, which is a noble way to die - and of course, it is expensive. Although Hongfu was in the grief of being widowed at the time, he couldn't help but be refreshed when he saw such a dazzling array of goods. You know, women just love it. Lots of styles, lots of textures, lots of choices. This is called consumption. At that time, she said: I wish I had all kinds of deaths. It wasn't until she talked to the manager of the store that she realized that none of the many tempting ways to die here belonged to her. She is the wife of the imperial court, and the method of death must be arranged by the leaders. At that time, she was angry and made a lot of nonsense, frantically attacking the system of the Tang Dynasty, and by the way, she also scolded the dead Duke Wei, because these systems were formulated by Duke Wei. Of course, she couldn't let her say things in vain, and at ten o'clock in the morning she talked nonsense, and at lunchtime, the on-site records were bound into a book, titled "Li Weigong's Reactionary Remarks on the Survivors", and presented to the emperor. When the emperor saw this, he was furious, and almost made a decree, announcing that Li Jing was the lackey of Yang Su, the reactionary leader of the previous dynasty, and a time bomb buried in the heart of the Tang Dynasty; Fortunately, the queen persuaded in time: "What is the hurry?" Hongfu is not dead, it is still in our hands; the emperor thought that this was reasonable, so he did not make that will. Otherwise, we would not know that there was a Li Weigong in the world, let alone that he proved Fermat's theorem. There are many people in Chinese history who have been "done" and then disappeared, as if they never existed.

Now let's talk about why Hongfu is dissatisfied with Datang's system. Li Weigong is a very popular minister in the Tang Dynasty, and Hongfu's status is also extremely high, and the salaries of the two of them together can afford anything, but they can't buy anything. For example, if Red Whisk needed an undergarment, she could have bought a cotton, or silk, or cashmere, or wool and linen blend, and although she could only buy one in the end, when she chose one of the cotton, silk, cashmere, and wool and linen blends, she was in possession of all the fabrics. As a woman, a large part of her life is made of pure cotton or silk or cashmere or wool and linen, but she can only have a pink thick flannel dressing gown and wear like a pink panther in a cartoon. It's not a question of whether you can afford it. To be honest, if she didn't think the gold was too heavy and too iceman, she could have bought a gold underwear to wear. The main problem is that she can't buy it.

According to the system of the Tang Dynasty, a first-class woman can only wear a flannel pink nightgown. And this kind of nightgown can only have one style, and this style is a design made by Wei Gong - who made him the smartest person in the Tang Dynasty, so in addition to designing the city and the system, he also has to design women's underwear. The robe was heel-length, had a hood, and six pockets for things, and twenty-four buckles on the front, making it difficult to wear or take off, and generally resembling a cloth pocket with a complex structure. In this kind of pocket, there is no difference between the waist circumference of one foot seven of the red breeze and the waist circumference of the fat woman of three feet three. When Li Weigong was still alive, Hongfu would wear this kind of robe every night and scold him. And at that time, Li Jing always lay on the bed with only one right eye open, unbuttoning those buttons for her, and waited until the buttons were unbuttoned and the red whisk was finished scolding, and he opened both eyes. As soon as Li Jing died, Hongfu had no one to scold, and he felt that life was boring, so he wanted to die. This story shows that trying to prove that you are a smart person is a very important thing, not only will you get yourself into trouble, but also your wife will be affected. But when Li Weigong was in a hurry to prove that he was very smart, he didn't think of these things at all. When you have proven yourself to be smart, there is no room for regret.

Li Weigong lived in Luoyang City, and when he was followed by two tolerances, he felt a lot of pressure. The reason for this is that the leaders already know that he is a smart man, and they always have to be strict against the smart leaders. Then he put all his cleverness into getting rid of those two tolerances, and with great success. One day at noon, he ran to the restaurant alone to drink, and when he got drunk, he got into a fight with the bartender. Li Weigong was a hooligan with a murder weapon hidden in his body, to be specific, an iron chain with a barb, known as a centipede whip, which hit the other party's face and ripped off the entire face. Later, the bartender was healed, and he had to use beeswax to shape his facial features every day before going out. It still looks full of pretty, but you can't drink hot soup. As soon as he put his face against a pot of hot soup, his whole face would soften, fall, or even flow, and the person sitting across from him would be scared to death. Wei Gong did this bad thing, and everyone felt that they couldn't forgive him. All the bartenders, chefs, and even the proprietress rushed upstairs to beat him, with kitchen knives, fire forks, and top door bars in their hands, while other guests threw soy sauce pots at him. Li Weigong couldn't resist, so he jumped out of the window and landed on the roof of his neighbor's house. This time it was even worse, the roof of the Sui Dynasty was a layer of single batch tiles placed on the rafters, and he stepped on it. The homeowner has a clear view below, one foot at a skylight. No one could bear it, so the men ran out and picked up the broken bricks and smote him.

There is something to add to this matter: no matter which dynasty or generation, bricks are always worth more than adobe, and tiles are worth more than bricks. We paid for tiles to put on the roof, not to be trampled on. When I was younger, I was in the YN team, and for a while I was in the side team, making tiles. The trouble with this kind of work is to make the best mud. This mud should be able to be stacked on the ground into a low wall without collapsing, and then a piece of mud should be cut from the mud pile with a bow to make a cylinder, and when it dries and breaks into three pieces, it is a tile billet. This tough mud is made by repeatedly trampling on earth and water. This step can be done by the old buffalo, but it must be stopped from in the mud, no matter how big the mud is, and it will be all over after a soak of cow. The good thing is to raise the tail before the cow poops, and at this moment you have to pounce on it, hold the tail of the ox, and drag it out of the mud scene. Cows, on the other hand, will be interrupted during their stool, and their temper will become very bad and they will not cooperate at all. I was often thrown out of my way by them when I was doing this kind of thing, even on the roof of a straw house.

Another way is to find a piece of eraser to stick their **** before going to work. But when I finish my work, I am very tired and often forget to remove the plaster again. When the cow felt bloated (it was often twelve o'clock at night), it came to me, banged on the dormitory door, picked up the mosquito net, and licked my face. When I woke up from my sleep and saw a huge bull's head in front of me, I thought of the things I had done in my life—the reason why I had gone down to hell and faced the bull's head and horse's face. I say these things to show that tiles are not easy to come by and should be cherished. Therefore, if I were born in the Great Sui Dynasty, I must also be in the ranks of chasing and fighting Wei Gong. Wei Gong was already drunk and dizzy, so he ran up on the roof, so more and more people chased him, and later caused a riot. This incident was ostensibly caused by Li Jing's self-abandonment and excessive drinking, but in fact it was not like this. This is mainly because one generation cannot accommodate many smart people at one time. For example, Yang Su was a smart man in the Great Sui Dynasty, he established the system of the Sui Dynasty and built Luoyang City, and Li Weigong felt out of place when he lived in it, and sooner or later he would invite disaster here. And Yang Su had long known that he was going to cause trouble. This is because Yang Su also loves geometry and has discovered several methods for making graphs, but has not proved the Pythagorean theorem. He was also fond of mathematics and invented the "Yang Su series" that bears his name, but did not prove Fermat's theorem. Therefore, Li Jing's life is in danger. In ancient times, it was so bad, in total, on these few knowledges, everyone always crashed. In contrast, how happy it is to live in modern times. Modern leaders like philosophy, so let's go and learn something else. Occasionally, a clever man who liked Linguistics and Linguistics could switch to chemistry. Now that Yang Su, Li Weigong, and Marx are dead, there is no obstacle for me to study mathematics. But I'm definitely not going to touch economics, political science, or sociology, and leave them to people with status.

The following example can show that Li Weigong was smarter than Yang Su, but this cleverness came after old age: Yang Su was a very good mathematician, and he compiled the "Yang Algebra" and "Yang Geometry" named after him, but he was jealous of the Great Sui Emperor, saying that his mathematics books had political problems, and all of them were banned, and he has not found a single one until now. Li Weigong, however, wrote his mathematical achievements into the almanac of the Tang Dynasty, of course, using a very complex set of terms. For example, if there is a variable x, it is said that it is the emperor, the saint, and so on, and if there is a variable y, it is said that the queen mother, the queen, and that long live is the square, long live is the cube, and long live is the constant. Therefore, a polynomial of x, twice the square of x, plus the cube of x, plus a constant term, can be expressed as "Long live the emperor, long live, long live, long If this polynomial is equal to another variable y, it would be written: "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the borderless". Of course, it depends on the context, otherwise even **** will become a mathematician. The math book written in this way is full of ornamentation and practicality, of course, there are no political problems, and the only inconvenience is that it is very difficult to understand. I knew all his tricks, and I knew all his mathematical knowledge (except for Fermat's theorem), and it was still very difficult to read his books.

This is how Li Weigong caused trouble in Luoyang City when he was young - he got drunk and ran on the rooftops, attracting a large crowd of people to follow him and throw bricks and tiles. This looks like a crowd to make trouble in the tolerance of looking at the street. Of course, Wei Gong was to blame for this, but the men refused to look into the room, so they slipped him through, and when they saw a crowd of people running underground, they rushed at them with their sticks. The people in Luoyang City were very duty-bound, and they didn't run when they saw the officials rushing over, but stood still in place: they didn't hide when they saw the stick coming, but used their brains to meet them, and then they fell to the ground with a stick. I can give you an example in this regard: if I ride a bicycle and run a red light, the policeman just stretches out a finger and I go over honestly, and he yells at me, "You're blind!" and I say, "I'm blind, I'm blind?" and he says, "I'm blind?" and I say, "I'm blind," and I just ask, and I just ask, and I just ask, and answer, until he tells me to get out. This could have been the end of the matter - we had all made mistakes, been punished, and could go home honestly, but then something went wrong. Someone found that Li Jing, this kid, ran away without being hit. So everyone went to talk to the tolerance, but the tolerance would never admit that there was any Li Jing running on the room. If you admit this, it is an admission that the officials of the Great Sui Dynasty were ineffective and unjust, and then shook the foundation of the country. But at that time, hundreds of people saw Li Jing getting drunk and running on the house. The two sides quarreled, and at the end of the quarrel, thousands of people gathered and gathered around the tolerance. The government sent more officials to suppress it, and the number of people who rioted soon increased to tens of thousands. The people who didn't go to the street to make trouble refused to be idle at home, and found a broken iron can and knocked it indiscriminately, and soon the whole Luoyang City became like a black and white iron workshop. The sound was heard behind the stone wall, and she wanted to run out to see it, but she had just washed her hair. We said that her hair was three feet long, and after it had just been washed, it weighed more than 400 pounds, so she could only lie still, and if she moved, she would break her neck. Li Jing also heard this kind of voice, at that time he was in the house of an old friend Li Erniang on Jiufang Street, and the two of them had already gone to bed, so it was inconvenient to go out to see. His judgment was that there was a lunar eclipse outside, and in this case everyone had to bang hard until the moon was bright. In fact, the moon will be bright if you don't knock on the basin, but this is really a waste of effort, and a lot of pits have been dug on the copper basin. The two of them found a few pieces of cotton and plugged their ears. Fortunately, they didn't go out to see, and if they did, they might not come back alive. At that time, the riots in the streets were very violent, and the officials could not suppress them, and the authorities had already dispatched troops, and thousands of troops were marching in from the four gates of Luoyang.

As I said, the people of the Great Sui Dynasty were very peaceful and self-contained, but there were also times when there was a commotion, when everyone shouted around the officials. This situation shows that everyone has a little itch on their head and needs to be hit. In most cases, the official can fulfill their wishes. But there were too many people to heist that night, and the officials couldn't beat them, which made the hecklers feel that yelling was not enjoyable enough, and then threw bricks. This situation illustrates the need for more officials and beaters. A man in the prime of life, if he has a stick in his hand, can break the heads of ten people in one go. This shows that in Luoyang City, the ratio of poor people should not be less than 1 to 10. At the time of the riots, this proportion was not reached in the city of Luoyang.

In the evening of that day, the army of the Great Sui marched into Luoyang City to suppress the riots, and the ranks were neat and majestic. There are armored infantry, light infantry, ironclad cavalry, engineering troops, artillery and other arms. Captain Yang Su rode on an elephant and commanded. We know that that army was designed by Yang Su himself, and that was the first time to go into battle. He first sent artillery forward and bombarded the mob with ballistas. That kind of cannon is also designed by Yang Su, other people's cannons fire shuttle darts, cannon stones, etc., the trajectory is a straight line, he thinks it is not good, easy to dodge, so his cannon fires a kind of iron flying back. Not only are these shells whirling out, but they are also automatically flying back into the gun position, so there is never a shortage of ammunition. After a few volleys, all the trees on both sides of the road were cut down, and they flew back and forth into the houses on both sides of the road. The ballista ran out of shells and had to be retreated. Then he sent armored infantry to come forward and destroy the enemy. The armored infantry of the Great Sui was also different, he did not wear armor, and was shielded by two assistants holding shields, which looked like shellfish. The advantage of this is that he is not burdened by the armor, and the disadvantage is that when two assistants are hit by flying bricks and fall to the ground, he loses his protection, like a crawler that is molting, pitiful and harmless. Yang Su had no choice but to order the ironclad cavalry, which was heavily armored and had steel helmets on their heads, and the bricks thrown by the mob were not a danger to them, and thirty horses in a row were powerful in their charge. Unfortunately, the streets of the city were so narrow that if the horses on either side hit the house, the horses in the middle stopped, and all the knights on the horses fell in front of them. Later, the sappers rushed up to tear down the house and clear the empty field, but none of the mob came up to the empty field, but retreated into the narrow street behind. Fortunately, the light infantry took their rear route and drove them into the open field. The ironclad cavalry made a spear charge at them. But after several tosses, the ironclad cavalry was tired, and the heavy spears in their hands were uneven, and when the whole team was running, the tips of those spears often pierced to the ground, so the knights were bounced all over the sky by the elasticity of the spear handle, and killed some mobs, and also killed some ordinary people who slept at home, and also killed many of their own people. The death of the sleepers was unjust, and they were sleeping soundly at home, when suddenly there was a thud, and the roof of the house was smashed through by the knight, and the helmet spear above the knight's head pierced the heart. When the living mob saw this, they laughed and fled.

Yang Su led thousands of troops and horses to toss in the middle of the night, and did not kill a few mobs, but lost many military horses. This kind of heavy loss was entirely caused by Li Jing. But he didn't know it himself. The next morning, when he came home from Jiufang Street, he saw a very strange scene: there were only burned houses on the roadside, there were only killed people on the street, and the whole Luoyang City smelled of burnt, blood, and horse manure all over the streets, which was really terrible. For example, the sight of a shuttle dart on every tree, with five or six people on it, like a lamb skewer that has not yet been put into a pan, cannot be said to be normal. Some people haven't died too much and are shivering. Wei Gong found a guy who looked more energetic, and blew several breaths on his face, and the man woke up and said, "Why is it so stinky (this is not surprising, if you get drunk, your mouth will stink like a dung pit the next morning)?" Further on, there were men driving ox carts, and they picked up the dead people (it would have been easier to carry them in a bunch like this), and when they met a man who was too dead, they knocked him on the head. Further on, many people held brushes dipped in lime water, and painted the blackened ruins white. Further on, there is a world of silver, and when you look back, you can't see a dead person, a trace of fire, a drop of blood. Wei Gong blinked a few times, thinking that he had seen an illusion, and after drinking a lot of wine, it was normal to see some illusions (it was normal to have illusions without drinking), so we forgot about it.

We have already told us a little about what happened in Luoyang that day, but we cannot explain the scene of the next morning from these circumstances, because it was only the scene of the first half of the night. Yang Su led his army to suppress the mob, but the first half of the night was very unsmooth, and at twelve o'clock in the night, he was tired and annoyed, so he gave an order: disband on the spot, assemble tomorrow morning, and then ride the elephant home to sleep. When the soldiers heard these orders, they cheered, threw down their spears, took off their armor, wore only their underwear, and took short knives, and scattered in groups of three and five into the small alley. Then the whole of Luoyang became dead silent, and I can't tell what happened. All I know is that in the four or five hours from midnight to dawn, one-sixth of the men in Luoyang City died. After another ten months, the birth rate of babies in the city skyrocketed, and the names of those children were "Da Jun", "Xiao Bing" (above male names), "Li Jun", "Fang Bing" (above female names), so that many people later repeated their names. This shows that the birth of these children has a certain relationship with the soldiers. There are also some children whose skin is always cold, no matter how hot it is, and they always don't sweat, which is the work of those ironclad cavalry. In addition to this, there were numerous fires that night. But Luoyang City is huge, and there are some places where the soldiers have not arrived, and Jiufang Street is one of them. It was precisely because of this that Li Weigong was ignorant and didn't know what happened last night. Everyone glared at him viciously, and he dared to stare back. When he returned to his door, he found that there were not only two tolerances, but four tolerances waiting for him. And it's all raw faces. The two who stared at him yesterday had already been pulled out and cut down for dereliction of duty. In the future, if he escapes again, the tolerance of the stalking behind his back will be doubled, according to this reason, as long as he escapes sixteen times, there will be more than 60,000 tolerances behind him, like a mighty army, extremely spectacular. That's the bright side of it. The downside is that he's going to die almost the same amount of tolerance, and he's going to cut off his head for ten trucks. Unfortunately, Li Weigong only saw the bright side of things, not the bad side of things.

When Li Weigong was young, he drank heavily and made trouble in Luoyang City, which affected half of the city's people, but I blamed him for his bad mood, which was the problem of the leaders. This method of thinking seems strange to me, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it. This is because I am a Chinese mathematician like him. I can't prove Fermat's theorem now, and I owe it to the fact that the bosses didn't take good care of me - not a good salary, no beautiful wife, no decent housing, which affected my mood. If you think about it, Li Wei notarized the Pythagorean theorem, and immediately sent it to the official mansion. If it weren't for the board, Fermat's theorem would have been sent. If I prove this theorem now, I am afraid that in addition to sending it to the journal, I am afraid that I will have to make several copies and send it to a higher authority. It's a good comparison: the two of us are like Faust, who sold his soul to the devil. I made a good thing for you, and I blame you for not having a good life. Of course, I am also a little self-aware, and I know that there is a certain gap between myself and Wei Gong. So I can imagine the devil sitting across from me, smiling at me and saying, "You can't even prove Fermat's theorem, who wants your soul! Take it back to me!" (but I don't know why the devil loves math too, it's a mystery to me). That's why I don't dare to drink and make trouble. My colleagues and I are like this, with very low salaries and no housing, but we only dare to slander and not make trouble, because we have no certificate after all. But Wei Gong is different, he is justified in drinking and making trouble.

I think I can understand Li Weigong in many ways. For example, one day, all of a sudden, everyone stopped talking to me, which is a bad sign, and I get quite a lot of money every month, which is a good sign, and there are a lot of police officers following my ass, and it's hard to judge whether it's good or bad. I can't get out of these phenomena that I've killed half of the city. But every time I got rid of the stalking, the number of people who were stalking behind me doubled, and the familiar faces I used to be were gone. In this case, I still want to run away, because there is my old friend, the beautiful Li Erniang, on Jiufang Street, and I want to run to meet her. But these newcomers are getting worse and worse, and even seem to be unable to resist me (in fact, not only to beat, but to eat my flesh and sleep on my skin, but I can't see it yet), and I will feel that something is wrong. In this case, I have to take a little contingency -- because the number of stalkers is increasing by a geometric progression, so I have to plan and move later, not to mention that I am reluctant to pay fifty taels of silver a month -- the first thing to do is to train my body. Because in ancient times, you had to have strength to do anything, running fast is quite a good car, having a strong hand is equivalent to having a good pistol, being able to swing a sledgehammer is equivalent to having a bazooka in your hand, and so on.

That's why Wei Gong went to the edge of the city every morning to run, and when he ran, the thirty-two watchmen stood on the edge of the track in a row, like a guard of honor. After running the steps, Wei Gong still had to practice the horizontal bar, and the tolerance class surrounded him with a circular team. In addition to exercising, we should also pay attention to nutrition, which Wei Gong also thought of, in addition to eating more beef, he also bought a lot of goat cheese to eat. That kind of stuff is extremely unpalatable, but it is high in protein, and you will grow muscle when you eat it. After the exercise, he should take a sauna to eliminate fatigue, which Wei Gong also thought of, and he went to the hammam after practicing every day. The class followed, and sat neatly dressed in the steam room, often fainting from the heat. I could think of it, and I just wanted this: I would look for steroids to take in that situation, which can build muscles, and even though it is a banned drug, I don't want to participate in the Olympics. Wei Gong didn't expect this, because he couldn't buy this kind of medicine at that time. But at that time, he was younger than me now, and his physical foundation was good, and he finally reached an extremely high level, and he was completely able to run for Mr. Bodybuilding in Luoyang City. After doing all this, I still want to go to Li Erniang, and before that, I still have to get rid of the stalking. If you can't get rid of it, when you have sex with Li Erniang, these thirty-two bastards will crowd into that bedroom, the first row will lie down, the second row will kneel, the third row will stand, and the fourth row will find a stool, acting as a prostittator in this formation. This is not unfounded, every time Li Weigong goes to the toilet, this group of guys follows up and fills all the pits. Li Weigong's exercise and getting rid of stalking in this way does not mean that he is no longer the same heart as the leaders, he is just a number of hearts and eyes - we will know soon that his heart and eyes are naturally special.

After there was a riot in Luoyang City, Hongfu went outside to play again, and saw Li Weigong again. But there was no chance to talk to him, because at this time Li Jing was no longer a person, but a mighty team. The tolerance behind him has reached sixty-four, which illustrates the infinite charm of binary. At that time, a nationwide discussion was going on in Luoyang City on how to deal with Li Jing, the culprit of the riots, and everyone had to come up with a plan to prove their kindness -- some people advocated cutting Li Jing with a thousand knives, some people advocated dividing the bodies of Li Jing's five horses, some people advocated burning Li Jing to ashes, making bricks with mud, and building them into a dung pit; some people advocated throwing him and five or six fat pigs into a meat mixer to make steamed bun filling, and the steamed buns were divided into one for each person in the city. The leaders have announced that whoever adopts the plan in the future will receive a large bonus. All were asked to come up with a plan, with the exception of unreliable elements. These unreliable elements are Li Weigong and his fox friends, including Li Erniang from Jiufang Street. The leaders also sent people to greet these unreliable elements, so he didn't hear any news. When he walked down the street, he only felt that others looked at him strangely, and he didn't realize that he had been seen as a brick and bun stuffing in a pit. Poor to say, he was thinking about some differential calculus at the time, because he felt that if he proved Fermat's theorem, he would get fifty taels of silver a month, which was not a bad deal. If you start the whole of calculus, you don't know what you can gain.

If I take me as an analogy, it is like this: I write a little article in the journal, take out the manuscript money from the school post office, and feel that this kind of life is not bad -- although there is no freedom, but there is still a little excitement, so I walk on the road and jump on the spot 360 degrees, and then go forward again; I don't see the branch secretary of the department frowning at me, and I don't expect that in a few days a large group of policemen will rush to my place and drag me to the stadium of 10,000 people to criticize me, and then drag me to the Lugou Bridge and shoot me Something like this could not have happened, which shows that I lived in a much better era than the time of Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty - we can't think of this, not because of a lack of imagination, but because we are not in the era of Thomas. We are mathematicians, so I don't think the price of Wei Gong is in building toilets or making steamed buns, but this is difficult to explain to others. Seeing that there was no pathos on the face of this future brick, Hongfu couldn't help but shed a few tears of sympathy. When Li Jing saw it, he became vigilant in his heart. Someone was crying at me during the day, which was not a good sign in any way.