"Meet the saint!"

Fang's father and Fang Zhongyong kowtowed three times.

Looking at Li Ming again, the vision of the picture just now had long disappeared, but the young man's thin figure became extremely tall.

The boy they had already identified was a saint, which was completely different from Li Ming's own saying that he was a saint, and the degree of shock was completely different.

Li Ming then breathed a sigh of relief. He consumed so much spiritual power and added special effects, and it seemed that the effect was very significant. In fact, just let Father Fang believe that he was a saint.

As long as his problem is solved, all problems will be solved easily.

He turned around slowly, helped them up, and said, "There is no need to be polite. Now you finally know why you came here. It's not by chance, but you have a fate with me."

"Sage, please don't care about my rudeness to you. I am a vulgar person. This is your pearl, I will give it to you." Fang's father returned the pearl to him, but he dared not take the saint's things.

Li Ming took back the pearls.

"Sage, from now on, Zhongyong will give you the teachings, and you have the final say when you will be a master."

"You don't have much time to stay here." Li Ming looked at the dragon pattern wooden sign on his waist, and the number displayed was "22". "You have 11 hours left. In 11 hours, you will return to your original place."

"Time is very tight, Zhongyong, why don't you hurry up and learn from your master." Fang's father said.

"Yes, Dad." Fang Zhongyong was about to kneel down and recognize Li Ming as his master, but was grabbed by Li Ming and said, "I won't accept disciples, I'm just here to give you some advice."

"Sage, please speak, I will do whatever I want." Fang's father was very solemn this time. He was no longer the expression he had before. The saint in front of him, so how could he disrespect him?

"After going back, first of all, don't lead Zhongyong to visit and make money everywhere, let him study hard." Li Ming continued, "Second, I know that your family is poor.

There may be no money, but I can't give you money. You have to make money by yourself. I will tell you how to make a living.

There are two methods.

First, you can only go to one family to write poems every month, and you cannot exceed two households.

Second, don’t Zhongyong write and draw? You can relax for two days a month and take Zhongyong to the streets to write poems and buy paintings, so that you can make some money.

You can use these two methods in a mixed manner, but you can only use these three days to obtain money in a month.

At other times, you can’t take him everywhere to make money.”

Li Ming had already considered this point and could not let Fang's father sell his money to support him in school. He could get some income in two or three days a month.

Although they cannot be rich and powerful for two or three days a month, with Fang Zhongyong's name and talent, Li Ming feels that it is not a big problem to eat as much as he eats.

This is also good, it is equivalent to having a holiday, getting in touch with the outside world, combining work and rest, and not studying hard.

Fang's father bowed and said, "If you understand, you will definitely follow the saint's instructions. I will strictly follow this requirement in the future and will definitely train him into a talent that will be produced."

This is the personal guidance of the saint, and Father Fang is very solemn and absolutely abides by it.

"Yeah, just remember."

Li Ming looked at Fang's father. The name of a saint was really useful and could completely suppress him. It seemed that he would have to pretend to be a master in the future and he would be twice the result with half the effort.

"We are not in time anymore, Zhongyong. If you have any questions, ask the saint. I believe the saint will give you the answer." Fang's father patted Fang Zhongyong on the shoulder.

"Yes, you can ask me any questions." Li Ming said.

"Then I won't disturb you." Fang's father walked away silently, and he started to tease the black dog when he had nothing to do.

When Fang Zhongyong saw his father go to play with a dog, he didn't pay much attention. He looked up at Li Ming and said, "I want to ask, how did you do the things just now?"

Li Ming said: "I am a saint."

Fang Zhongyong asked: "Can all saints do this?"

Li Ming nodded and said, "You need a very powerful saint to follow your words and Dharma. If you want to do this, you must first study hard. If one day your talent satisfies me, I will come in person and teach you how?"

He intends to tell a lie with kindness.

"Okay, okay." Fang Zhongyong nodded violently and smiled happily.

"Okay, then do you have anything you want to ask me now? As long as I know, I can teach you one by one." Li Ming said.

Fang Zhongyong glanced at the dragon-patterned wooden sign on Li Ming’s waist and said, “The words on the wooden sign have changed again. What is the word? I want to know what it is.”

"This is called Arabic numerals."

"?" Fang Zhongyong's face was full of question marks, "Is this something created by an old man named Arab?"

"Hahaha, come into the house, I will teach you what these are?" Li Ming couldn't help but smile when he heard his words, pulled him into the house, took out white paper and pen, and wrote down Arabic numerals on it.

0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9.

Li Ming taught him to identify these numbers: "These are like abacus, they are used for arithmetics. These are very useful. They simplify everything, and statistics are expressed by addition, subtraction, multiplication and division."

"What is addition, subtraction, multiplication and division?" Fang Zhongyong asked again.

"I'll give you the rules now."

Li Ming wrote out the rules of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division in one go, and explained it to him after writing it. If he explained it carefully, he was afraid that he would not understand it.

This is the first time Fang Zhongyong has received such amazing knowledge, which is indeed difficult to understand. Fortunately, he is not an ordinary person, he is a child prodigy, and it is not particularly difficult to teach.

But time is still passing faster and faster, and the numbers displayed on the dragon pattern wooden sign gradually become "12".

Fang Zhongyong was puzzled: "I already understand that the number 12 on the wooden sign is, but why the number is getting smaller and smaller? I have never seen such timing methods."

"Have you memorized the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division?" Li Ming looked at him.

"Not yet, but I want to know this first and memorize it later."

"In fact, it's not urgent to memorize it or not. You can recite it after going back. You can take all these draft papers away."

"Can I?"

"Of course, then I will tell you what the numbers on the wooden sign represent. This is another field. I'll ask you how many hours a day?"

"Twelve." Fang Zhongyong replied.

"How to divide the twelve hours?" Li Ming asked again.

"By carving, a stick of incense, a cup of tea..."

"This is all overview. I will tell you another method of timing, which can accurately reach the hour, minute and second." Li Ming directly drew a clock on white paper, with hour and minute hands.

Li Ming has not explained it yet.

But Fang Zhongyong looked at the lifelike things drawn by the saint. He felt that the saint had helped him open up a new world, his heart beating and extremely excited.

He could no longer suppress the surging in his heart and asked:
Chapter completed!