——The Dibao system of the Ming Dynasty is very interesting. It is a bit like a modern newspaper, but it is only circulated among court officials. It does not have all the contents, mainly some official information. However, occasionally, there will still be some hot topics

or other important news appears in the newspaper.

The authentic Di Bao comes from the capital, but as it is passed along, local affairs will also be mixed in. When it comes to Hainan Island, the trends in Fujian and Guangdong provinces often appear in the Di Bao, and news from the capital

Not much anymore.

And the most important point is that Ming officials have almost no sense of confidentiality! After being read, the newspapers are often placed in the study room casually and left to be cleaned up by the servants. In the process of delivery, the clerk also allowed the clerk to

Others copied it at will, and many topics spread to the market, forming gossip news among the people.

Magistrate Cheng could occasionally receive some newspapers from his residence, but since Lingao "fell at the hands of thieves", this information service has been interrupted. Although he has recently written to his superiors and old friends in Fucheng many times, explaining repeatedly

Lingao County was still under the rule of the Ming Dynasty, but it didn't seem to have much effect. It is said that Fucheng still labeled him as "bowing down to surrender" and treated him as a rebellious official.

This made Cheng Yegao very sad. Old Cheng believed that he had always been loyal to the Ming Dynasty. His hometown of Liaoning had long ago fallen into the hands of the Manchus, and all his relatives and friends in his hometown had withered away. Now even the dynasty he was loyal to no longer recognized him.

Then what’s the point of living in this life!

When the news first came, it was said that the county magistrate wanted to hang himself, but was later dissuaded by Master Li. Master Li told him that if you were loyal to the country, the court might send another official to take over.

When the time comes, you will either be killed by the shorthairs, or you will be labeled as a "collaborator" and your future will be ruined. Isn't it a sin? So even if you are accumulating evil deeds, you shouldn't give up just yet.

What's more, these short-haired men don't look like extremely vicious people. They may be "loyal and righteous." If one day the recruitment is successful, they will have to make mistakes and strategize. When the time comes, they will be rewarded and commended, and the ancestors will be honored. Wouldn't it be a happy ending for everyone?

?

A bunch of nonsense actually made Lao Cheng give up his stupid thoughts - he probably didn't want to die in the first place. Scholars always cherish their lives. It was just a show, and it would be natural to give up if there was a step down.

However, Ye Gao didn't know that his pretentiousness was soon leaked by Master Li to the short-haired bandits as a joke. Unlike Magistrate Cheng's secretive attitude, Master Li Changqian now often takes the initiative to find

When the shorthairs chatted, the conversation partners were by no means limited to Professor Li himself. He found that this group of people was extremely knowledgeable, and everyone seemed to have unique knowledge. The things they did, once they really calmed down,

Think about it, there is a reason for everything.

Shaving your hair short is for easier cleaning, and wrapping strips of cloth around your legs can prevent your calves from swelling after walking for a long time... These are just common sense. There are more and more complicated knowledge, even these short hairs are very easy to tell him.

, but it is also difficult for him to understand. For example, the strange glass stick that can light up by itself. Although Master Li has now learned to turn on and off the lights, he still can't figure out why pulling the rope on the wall can make the roof beams light up.

The glass rod below glows and goes out?

It’s okay if you don’t understand what these short-haired men are doing. But one accident made Master Li Changqian feel extremely shameful and humiliated—he actually fell into the hands of a few migrant workers!

It was noon one day. When he was wandering outside, he happened to see a few migrant workers hired by Shorthair gathered together, seeming to be counting their wages. Master Li kindly walked over and asked if he needed help. He knew that these mud-legged workers had no need at all.

He knows a lot about mathematics, but he used to be deceived when it came time to collect rent and settle accounts. So people often came to him to ask him to help with calculations. Of course his attitude was very humble, but it still depends on whether Mr. Li Da is interested.

However, this time, these bastards didn't take him seriously at all. The old man named Zhang Lushan was quite polite and raised his buttocks and bowed to express his gratitude, while the other young men ignored him at all.

, still writing and scratching on the ground by himself.

This made Master Li very angry. When did these idiots become so arrogant?! He stood there and watched for a while, and found that these people were really counting, but the symbols they used were obviously those used by short-haired people every day.

.And from the numbers they were talking about, it sounded like the numbers these people were calculating were actually quite large. Even Master Li himself would have to use an abacus to calculate such a big number before he dared to do it, but they actually did it casually.

Does squatting on the muddy ground like this count?

At that time, Senior Master Li Changqian felt the blood rushing to his head and his temples pounding. As an accountant, proficiency in arithmetic is the skill he is most proud of in his life, but now these humble military households are

I've just been hanging out with that short-haired guy for dozens of days, and I can actually count? And he's still so relaxed and content?

To be fair, those mud-legged kids did not show any disrespect towards Master Li from the beginning to the end. Later, the old man Zhang even apologized to him, saying that the kids didn't stand up to say hello to him because they didn't dare to be distracted. But these people were also there

The very fact of counting made Master Li feel extremely insulted. Every time a number was reported from their mouths, it was like a loud slap on Li Changqian's face.

Master Li was so angry that he finally did something stupid that he would regret for the rest of his life - he actually offered to compete in arithmetic with these idiots!

Although those mud-legged men fearfully expressed that they would never dare to compete with the master, Master Li Changqian, who had already got into the corner and even thought that this was a deliberate arrangement by those short-haired men to humiliate him, refused to let him go and insisted on competing.

Next. The topic is also ready-made - Mr. Li took out the tax figures for Lingao that year and asked them to compile them. He believed that no matter how magical those short hairs were, it was impossible to know this set of data in advance, because he just learned it last night.

I just stayed up late and figured it out.

After all, those mud-legged people did not dare to disobey him. After a moment of discussion, they used straw sticks to scratch the ground apart. A moment later, when they reported to Li Changqian with a set of data in fear, the man who had always come from

The proud master felt that the world was spinning and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

There are so many numbers in the world, but why are the numbers reported to him by these people exactly the same as the numbers he came up with just last night after spending several days of hard work and dozens of gray hairs?

Fortunately, those mud-legged children did not regard this as a competition. They thought that Master Li was testing them in school, so they were respectful from beginning to end. This is why Li Changqian did not immediately find a rope to imitate his superiors.

The only reason to hang yourself.

In the face of his questioning, these people were also very honest, and they immediately revealed the name of Mr. Guo who taught them mathematics. Li Changqian shuddered secretly - he had also seen Mr. Xiao Guo.

A young man in his twenties doesn't even have a beard on his mouth. He doesn't seem to be reliable in what he says or does. He's just a kid. How can he actually have this ability?

But to say that he is a great talent, it doesn't seem like it. The short-haired guys don't seem to take him seriously at all. It's obvious that the skills mastered by Mr. Guo are not considered important in the eyes of those short-haired guys.

What.

The reason why Li Changqian didn't care about the bad reputation of being a "bandit comrade" and deliberately made friends with these people was, on the one hand, the curiosity of a scholar, and on the other hand, he also had a vague desire to find out the truth about these people.

He had always thought that there were young and old among this group of people, and it was impossible for everyone to be as tight-lipped as Mr. Li, who could always find out some inside stories.

As a result, in a sense, the master got his wish - he has indeed learned a lot of new knowledge during this period. But it is not a good thing to go too far - it is completely opposite to what he expected in advance.

, these short-haired people actually don't care about his prying at all, but are happy to show him all kinds of weird techniques and knowledge. Ask a small question here, and they can often answer eloquently for half an hour, during which astronomy

Geography was all-encompassing, which made Li Changqian dizzy, but there was not much he could really understand.

At first, Master Li insisted on writing down the new news and terms he heard today after returning home every night. But after ten days or so, he had to give up this plan because he heard a lot of new words and things every day.

, he couldn't remember it at all, even if he only remembered a small part, if he really had to write it down on paper one by one with a brush, then he wouldn't even think about sleeping.

In the end, Master Li could only make the following record in his "Records of Changqian":

"... His things are ingenious and his workmanship is unfathomable. Today we know how big the world is. How sad it is that I am lucky."

After that, Master Li became completely shameless. He crowded with those mud-legged people every night to listen to Mr. Guo's class. He no longer used a brush, but used charcoal and goose feathers like those with short hair.

Ink pens, even paper, I shamelessly went to the short-haired ones - the soft wrinkled rice paper at home is really not suitable for writing with hard pens. It seems to be a better use for wiping buttocks like the short-haired ones.

The people who traveled through time did not know that their saturated information bombing had such a huge impact on a certain young intellectual of the Ming Dynasty. In contrast, they were more concerned about the movements of the county magistrate Cheng Yegao, because the county magistrate was

Their only line of contact with the Ming government.
Chapter completed!