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Mr. Zhao held the book steadily in both hands, lowered his head slightly, and focused his gaze on the pages. His eyes moved slowly between those strange Arabic numerals, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying to understand the difference between these numbers and the numbers he was familiar with in daily life.

After a while, he tapped the numbers on the book with his fingers and muttered to himself, "Is this one? This is two. These numbers do look a bit strange. The strokes are simple, indeed. Simple..."

"That's right, it's simple." Xie Wanxing said, "If you want to popularize something among the people, the first thing you need to do is keep it simple."

She paused, and seeing that Mr. Yu and Mr. Zhao were listening intently, she continued, "There are so few people reading these days. One key factor is that writing brushes, inkstones, and paper are very expensive, making it difficult for ordinary people to afford them. Furthermore, the tuition fees required to hire teachers are also very high. Even the tuition fees for ordinary academies are beyond the reach of most people. This makes it impossible for most people at the bottom of society to go to school due to their limited financial conditions."

Xie Wanxing sighed softly, a trace of regret in his eyes, and continued, "However, the obscure content of the books themselves is also a major obstacle that cannot be ignored. Take the numbers we are discussing now, for example. If ordinary people can't even understand these basic numbers and feel confused when learning, then they naturally won't be willing to expend the energy to study them. After all, everyone is busy making a living every day, and even if they want to, they don't have the energy to learn them."

Mr. Yu completely understood what Xie Wanxing meant. He frowned slightly, gently rubbing his chin with his hand. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "However, getting the public to accept and change long-standing habits is by no means easy. If we suddenly ask them to change their ways and accept these unfamiliar Arabic numerals, I'm afraid there will be a lot of resistance. But those who haven't learned it before will have it easy; they're a blank slate."

Xie Wanxing said, "Teacher, that's true. However, I don't intend to use this to replace the original numbers. I just want to add another possibility. If it works, it will naturally have many benefits. So, Dad and I have discussed it and are now conducting a trial class in our village school. After all, they haven't learned arithmetic before, so it will be easier for them to accept this method."

"Okay, okay." Elder Zhao nodded, his eyes full of admiration and praise. "Axing's intelligence is far greater than I imagined. At such a young age, he has such a long-term vision and unique ideas. It's really rare. Your brain is full of treasures. You always come up with such novel and practical ideas."

He paused slightly, gently stroked his beard, and continued, "Luckily, I invited Brother Cheng to come. If I had invited some ordinary teachers, they really wouldn't be able to teach you."

"Hehe, Grandpa Zhao, are you praising me or my teacher?" Xie Wanxing tilted his head.

Elder Zhao laughed heartily. He reached out his hand, gently tapped the tip of Xie Wanxing's nose, and said, "Haha, of course I'm praising you both. You and your teacher, one is a rough diamond, the other a skilled craftsman, so naturally you complement each other!"

"Then I'll leave it to Grandpa Zhao to hire an arithmetic teacher. Please ask them to learn this book first, and then go teach the older brothers and sisters in the classroom."

"I came to your place this time and I got a lot of work." Mr. Zhao shook his head in feigned helplessness, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. "I finally understand. You just want to use me."

"Okay, it's getting late, and I have to go back. If you have anything, please send me a message. I will be in Kyoto recently." As Mr. Zhao spoke, he slowly stood up and straightened his robe.

"Grandpa Zhao, the letter you gave me before..." Xie Wanxing suddenly remembered that the letter Chen Zhifei sent to her was asked by Grandpa Zhao to bring it, so she asked anxiously.

"Oh, you mean that kid Chen Zhifei?" Old Zhao frowned slightly, as if recalling the scene at that time, and then laughed again, "The letters sent to you were sent to me."

Xie Wanxing asked, "I want to write him a letter, but I don't know where to send it?"

Mr. Zhao glanced at Xie Wanxing, a smile flashing in his eyes. He deliberately pondered for a moment and said, "I'll write you an address later. He should be in Yinchuan County now."

Xie Wanxing's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Really? Thank you, Grandpa Zhao!"

Looking at Xie Wanxing's happy expression, Mr. Yu couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, and couldn't help asking, "Why is there still this matter about Chen Zhifei?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes, vaguely feeling that there seemed to be an obstacle in the matter of his two beloved disciples.

Zhao Laodao said, "Zhifei has some connections with the Xie family. Why, didn't I tell you before?"

"No." Mr. Yu answered firmly. If such an important thing had been said, how could he not remember it?

"Why do I remember saying that?"

"You didn't say that!" Mr. Yu emphasized again, his voice slightly raised.

"I really did say..."

The two of them were arguing with each other like two quarreling children, bickering as they walked towards the carriage outside.

Xie Wanxing turned and walked towards the lobby in front. It had been bustling here for quite a while today, and the outside had been almost cleaned up by now.

"Sister! Sister, hold Yao!" Xie Wanxing had just poked her head out of the lobby door when she was suddenly caught by her big fat boy Xie Yao.

Xie Yao rushed towards her quickly with his short legs, calling in a baby voice and raising his hands high, as if he was determined to be hugged by her.

Xie Wanxing smiled helplessly and dotingly, then quickly squatted down, picked up Xie Yao, kissed his chubby little face, and said, "Hold you, hold you, little brother."

Then, she raised her head and called out to Cheng Hui, "Mother, we're going home. I'll wait for you in the carriage."

"Mom, I'll wait for you outside!" Xie Yao twisted her little body excitedly in Xie Wanxing's arms, waving her two little hands in the air, repeating Xie Wanxing's words.

After Xie Wanxing got on the carriage, she found a comfortable seat and sat down. She hugged Xie Yao tightly, rested her chin on his head, and closed her eyes slightly. This was her favorite posture for thinking.

Two big plans popped up today at once. Her mind was like a pot of boiling porridge, with all kinds of ideas and details constantly rolling around. She knew she had to sort out her thoughts again.

To run a bookstore, the first thing you need is paper.

The bureau cannot function without books, and books cannot function without paper.

The price and quality of paper on the market are uneven. If a bookstore is opened, the demand for paper will definitely be huge. Relying on purchasing paper from others for a long time will be too costly and the quality will be difficult to guarantee.

Therefore, you need to have your own papermaking workshop.

Xie Wanxing had only one thought in his mind: Thank you! Thank you! Four! Great! Inventions! Ah!