In the hall owner, Fan was drinking light tea while watching the publication, and was fascinated by the way.

After reading the publication, it was already four hours after the Xu hour and the sky was already dark.

She got up and walked to the window, looked at the night view, and then closed the window.

Since Wang Zhizhi, the self-study Wang helped the Mohist Workshop to pay attention to business, due to the hot demand for night markets, the curfew in Xianjing has been lifted, and the movement has indeed become more free.

But that night was also a big deal, which made Fan Hua feel like an outsider every night, so it would be better to seek peace in the ink shop.

Only when grandpa was at home would she rush back.

But as a minister in the school, my grandfather is full of trivial matters, and with the guidance of Fengtian, he is afraid that he can only live in the school recently.

Fan Huashi stretched his waist and sighed, then he picked up the small bag he carried with him, turned off the light and walked downstairs.

I walked all the way to turn off the lights, and walked to the stairs, and glanced at the empty small board, and turned off the lights in the lobby.

Only then did she realize that there was still light in the library.

By the way, the sandalwood is still there.

Fan Huashi had no intention of greeting him, but the person who left at the end had to lock the door routinely. It was always bad for her to lock the guest inside like this, at least she had to make sure that the other party would not go out.

When Fan Hua was about to walk to the front of the library with his small bag.

The door was a false door, but she still knocked it lightly.

No one answered.

I'm afraid that the lights were not turned off after leaving?

Fan Huashi shook his head and pushed the door in.

Then……

Then she saw a handsome man sleeping on his side under the oil lamp.

The lights that flicker and sway further reflect the layering and charm of the handsome man.

If this beautiful scene is like Ying Li with poor self-control, she may be drooling on the spot.

But Fan Hua passed by in a short while, and walked to Tan Ying, and glanced at the scattered books on the table.

They are all very basic math and physics books, just tasteless things that I read when I was seven or eight years old.

It seems that although this Tan is interested in mathematics and physics, his foundation is very limited, so he asked his grandfather to help him study in the Ink Museum.

Is he the argumentist?

Can he withstand the pressure and refutation of the hall of discussion?

Thinking of this, Fan Hua suddenly turned pale and his voice became thicker. He held the desk and wiped his forehead before he could recover.

Forget it, the time of heaven has nothing to do with me.

At this time, she looked at Tan Ying again and felt that he was still studying these things at his age, which was a bit too late.

But the heart of studying is good after all.

When Fan Huahua was about to put down his small bag, returned to the main room of the museum, took his long scarf wrapped in winter and covered it with Sandangying. He left a stroke on the note left by Shu Zuo, and then turned off the lights and left.

...

Tan Ying was sleeping while she was sleeping, and suddenly she felt very unhappy.

Never mind, it's so hot.

Sweat all over.

But I was sleepy and too lazy to afford it.

But it's too hot.

no way.

He finally opened his eyes and took off the scarf on his body in anger.

Damn it, it's summer, you're crazy!

It was not until he lit the light and saw the long white scarf that he seemed to smell the light fragrance on it, and his mood finally calmed down.

Then there was the note.

It was Shu Zuo, and she said that the guest room was on the west side of the second floor, so she could make do with it.

There is another line of obviously more elegant handwriting below -

[Learning ink is not afraid of being old, and diligence can make up for your shortcomings.]

[Just give the white scarf to Shu Zu tomorrow]

【The door is locked, I jumped out of the window when I go out.】

???

Tan Ying was confused when she saw it.

It is true that diligence can make up for my shortcomings, but am I that old?

He then grabbed his head and threw the long scarf aside.

I'm covering this for me in the summer. Are you afraid that I'll sleep too well?

Throwing the long scarf,

Tan Ying grabbed the big cup again, walked out, preparing to drink some water and continue.

After leaving the library, he found that the lights in the library were on, as if they were left for him.

Yes, very eye-catching.

He just walked all the way to the water room.

There is no doubt that when he passed by the stairs, he seemed to see something interesting.

As soon as the steps stopped, the body twisted, and the eyes narrowed -

[A zongzi sells for 3 baht. After eating it, you can get 1 zongzi leaf and 5 zongzi leaves to exchange for a new zongzi.

【I have 1234,500 baht, how many rice dumplings can I eat at most?】

Tan Ying was so happy.

Haha, elementary school mathematics.

Su Wen Ink Museum has opened a lecture, and the question on the board is definitely for the children.

It seems that the children couldn't figure it out.

It's okay, uncle helps you.

I just woke up and did some thinking gymnastics to relax.

Although there are some vague concepts of infinite series hidden here, we do not use advanced mathematical tools, but can also solve them using addition, subtraction, and multiplier.

So Tan Ying grabbed the charcoal pen, wrote a few formulas in a few strokes, and finally took the answer -

【514374】

...

The next morning, when the hour of Mao was about to come, a young man in the ink shop was blocked.

There is no doubt that this stupid person can only be Zhu Qi.

At this time, Zhu Qi had black eyes and messy hair, which seemed to have not slept all night.

In his hand, he was holding a stack of very thin calculation paper.

12345600.

Why, why does a person have so much money! Can't he exchange it for two-he Jin?

Zongzi, eat Zongzi.

Why is he so edible? Isn’t the rice dumplings in Chu State enough for him to eat alone?

Change the rice dumpling leaves, 5 rice dumpling leaves to a new rice dumpling.

Is there any serious illness for the boss who opened the stall? Is it not okay to sell 15 baht and 6 rice dumplings in a package?

Indeed, the algorithm of 15 zhu 6 zongzi is a shallow idea for Zhu Qi.

Just because on this basis, every 75 baht spent, you can save up 5 extra zongzi leaves and change one more zongzi!

On this basis of changing more, you can change another dumpling for every 375 baht!

Then 1875 and more!

Then there is 9375…46875…

Circulate infinitely and superimpose.

It's so painful...it's so painful...

Master, you are so tormenting, it's really...

What a harsh little goblin!

I never thought that I, Zhu Qiquan, have calculated it for you!

Next are 234375, 1171875 and 5859375!
To be continued...