The billionaire girl: Daddy and Mommy, love me again

After returning home, Cheng Zeli asked Cheng Dafu to call everyone to a meeting. They would start to get busy tomorrow. Whether it was collecting and counting tea oil seeds or recruiting workers and calculating their wages, everyone would be busy and flustered.

In order to reduce errors and speed up the process, he remembered modern Arabic numerals. He found a blackboard, wrote the capital numbers from zero to ten on it, and then wrote the corresponding Arabic numerals under each number.

After thinking about it, I still felt it was not enough, so I wrote the multiplication table on it.

The villagers brought small stools over one after another, and were very curious to see that this black board could be used for writing.

Those who had a little ink in their stomachs looked at the strange characters in amazement.

"Zeli, what are you doing?"

"This is a foreign counting character, which is simpler, more intuitive and easier to calculate than our numbers.

This is the algorithm formula. As long as everyone keeps this formula in mind, everyone can become a master of calculation. "

"Is it really that powerful?"

"Of course. If you don't believe me, test me."

"Well, let me test you. One day I had a rice-planting competition with someone else to see who could plant the most rice seedlings within one stick of incense. I planted nine rows in total, with nine plants in each row. So how many plants did I plant in one stick of incense?"

"Eighty-one."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Zeli gave the answer without even thinking.

The man did not rush to verify, but asked again: "My opponent inserted eight in a row, a total of twelve rows, who will lose and who will win between us?"

"He won. He planted ninety-six."

Before he could finish his words, Cheng Zeli gave the answer without hesitation.

A few people didn't believe it, so they gathered around and counted on their fingers. When they didn't have enough fingers, they picked up small stones and arranged them in rows to count.

"Strange, you really are the loser. Look, this pile of stones is yours, there are indeed eighty-one of them, and that pile is his, ninety-six, fifteen more than you have."

"Oh my god, is this algorithm really so magical? It can be calculated without even thinking about it. In comparison, our speed is really too slow, just like a snail competing with a bird."

"This algorithm is really amazing. I want to learn it. I want to learn it. And that...what are the numbers? I want to learn it too. Our numbers have too many strokes to write. It takes too much time. Those foreign numbers look much simpler."

"I want to learn too, Ze Li, when will you start teaching us?"

Cheng Zeli brought out a box of pencils and asked the people in the front row to distribute them, one pencil to each person, and also gave each person an arithmetic book.

"Here are pencils and math books. Everyone has one. Everyone should learn this arithmetic method. It will be much more convenient in the future, whether at work or in life."

After seeing the power of the multiplication table, it seemed as if a door to a new world had opened before everyone's eyes, and their enthusiasm for learning was unprecedentedly high.

After Cheng Zeli stood in front of the blackboard and taught several times, he handed the field to Li, and he started a crash course in arithmetic with a group of people who were going down the mountain the next day, giving them special training.

Cheng Xingwan was held in Zhou's arms. He watched everyone reciting the formula with nodding heads, and mumbled a few words from time to time.

"My dear, is he also reciting the formula? Have you learned it?"

Zhang brought her two daughters-in-law with her to bring some cooked mung bean soup. It was already autumn, but the weather was still very hot and humid. With so many people crowded together, she was worried about heatstroke, so she went back and brought her daughters-in-law to cook some mung bean soup.

Now the family has everything they need. Every meal is filled with fish, meat and rice. She also puts a lot of sugar in the mung bean soup, which tastes sweet, delicious and refreshing.

"Everyone, come and drink the mung bean soup if you are tired of studying. The mung bean soup is here, come and scoop it up yourself!"

"understood!"

Zhang shouted loudly, then took her two daughters-in-law and walked towards her two sisters-in-law, Xie and Zheng, who were in the corner of the crowd, holding notebooks and pencils. Everyone had been learning for a long time, but they had not started yet. They had to hurry up and not fall behind and be laughed at.

Xie and Zheng sat together with their daughters-in-law, looking at each other with their brows twisted into knots.

They have never been to school, are old, and have poor memory. They can't even count, let alone write and memorize formulas.

Look, the words on their notebooks are twisted and messy. I don’t know what they wrote. They look like earthworms.

Some of them wanted to say they didn't want to study anymore, but when they saw those old men and women of the same age, all of them were very focused and looked eager to learn, they couldn't say it.

Especially the children, they learned so quickly that many of them stood in front of Li and recited the multiplication table fluently. After getting Li's affirmation, they were very happy and shared their experiences with the crowd with great joy, running around to show off, making people hate them.

"Sister-in-law, nieces and nephews, you must be feeling hot. Let's drink some mung bean soup to cool down first."

Zhang happily brought her two daughters-in-law over, and Liu also brought a bucket of mung bean soup.

In order to avoid letting Zhang and his friends know that they hadn't memorized a single word in half a day, they readily put down their notebooks and drank a bowl of mung bean soup.

"Well, this mung bean soup is really good at cooling down the body. After I drank it, the restlessness in my heart disappeared. My brain, which was a mess just now, became much clearer. I even remembered the numbers that I had been trying to remember for a long time. I won't say more. I have to study hard while my brain is still working."

It's not the mung bean soup that's effective, it's the spiritual spring water. Time is tight and the task is heavy. In order to let everyone learn the multiplication table as soon as possible, Cheng Xingwan put a lot of spiritual spring water into the mung bean soup.

Zheng gulped down a bowl of mung bean soup in just three or two gulps, wiped his mouth, looked at the blackboard and began to read haltingly.

The Xie family members were not far behind. They put down their bowls and rushed to recite.

Zhang didn't expect that everyone's awareness was so high. In order not to disturb everyone's enthusiasm for learning, she quietly withdrew. Seeing that Li was free at this moment, she asked her to teach them.

Cheng Zeli's side is full of people with accounting experience and a group of teenagers. These people will soon be assigned to various positions to manage things. In order to be aware of everything, they must first learn arithmetic.

After they learned to write numbers and memorize multiplication tables, he taught them how to use tables to keep accounts.

Cheng Lao Er picked up the fastest. He had worked as an accountant at the Yunkelai Restaurant for several years and was very good at arithmetic. It only took him half an afternoon to master the multiplication table and was able to use it skillfully.

Now that I have tasted the sweetness brought by the spreadsheet accounting, I am as happy as a child who has eaten candy and can't wait to go down the mountain.