Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

"You can put the coins in there. Or you can imagine here," Wangshu pointed to the first three rows of the table, "thirty coins. Thirty chicken legs, thirty hairs, thirty fingers, anything that fits the number thirty."

The fat man looked at the table, frowned and fell into deep thought, but finally filled the squares with copper coins.

Wangshu looked like he had to pee urgently, but he didn't look anxious at all.

Okay, after the tray was full, I started counting the coins, and there were indeed thirty of them.

"Minus fifteen?"

The man looked at the number fifteen, thought for a while, and decided to start counting again. When he reached the familiar position of fifteen, he flipped over the coin and saw that it was indeed written with fifteen. He carefully pushed out the fifteen coins in front.

I started counting the remaining copper coins, and after counting them three times, each time I found fifteen.

Finally finished a question.

"Dabao, calculate, what is thirty minus sixteen?"

The man then wrote sixteen after fifteen, looked at the coin for a long time, hesitating whether to put it there, and finally counted the spaces from sixteen to thirty.

"What about thirty minus seventeen?"

"What about thirty minus twenty?"

Xie Xin at the podium quietly found some large pieces of paper and started drawing squares.

The mother and son asked questions while the other counted the squares until Chun Yang came to call them for dinner. Qin San, who was leaning against the wall silently and almost inconspicuously, sent the three of them to the living room. Along the way, the fat man seemed to finally realize that this was a magical piece of paper.

"Mom, it can hold anything!"

"Of course, honey. The numbers in the book are dead, but they must come alive in our minds. For example, thirty minus fifteen. When mother was doing business, there might be thirty carts of cloth. After selling fifteen carts, how many carts were left?"

"At Aunt Chunyang's place, there were thirty eggs. She ate fifteen. How many were left?"

"Uncle Tang has thirty arrows. If he shoots fifteen, how many are left?"

Lan Die and Mingxi came over from afar and joined the team, with the two masters following at the end, one on the left and one on the right.

The woman in front continued to give examples, "At Dad's place, there might be thirty soldiers, and fifteen are sent to clear the snow. How many are left?"

"In my sister's case, Teacher Lan asked her to spin thirty circles, and she did fifteen. How many more circles should she spin? What about you, Yun Xiao? Can you give me an example?"

"...Um...Um...Uncle Zhang asked me to punch him thirty times. I punched him fifteen times, and I want to punch him fifteen more!"

The sound of a fist swinging with great eagerness.

"Yes." That's awesome! "What about addition?"

The fat man, who had just been about to make a move, suddenly became bitter and resentful again! He walked into the dining room and looked at the magical paper in his hand, as if the magic had disappeared out of thin air.

"Eat your fill, and mother will tell you in the afternoon."

Wangshu touched the fat man's big head and felt that it was so big, but unfortunately there was not much brain left.

We had just sat down at the dinner table and the dishes weren't even served yet. Just after I excitedly introduced the magical hundred-square grid and thirty minus fifteen to my sister, Mingxi revealed the secret.

"Brother, then thirty plus fifteen, here is thirty, if you add fifteen more, it will be correct!"

Mingxi chattered as she counted to 45 with her little finger, "It's 45."

Hard work is so insignificant in the face of talent.

The fat man stared at his mother, and as Wangshu nodded and said, "Mingxi has learned well," the whole scene became dull.

"Mother, Yun Xiao wants to go to the military camp."

In this family, poor students cannot survive.

"There are so many people in the world who work hard and do hard labor." Wangshu signaled the two teachers to relax and eat. "Yun Xiao, a good brain doesn't necessarily mean you can beat a good fighter, but a good brain can not only make a lot of money, but also make others fight for you..."

Wangshu said it without any hesitation, "Who do you think is smarter, my father or my mother?"

Yun Xiao sat up straight. He knew this question. His father had asked him many times, "Mother."

"Look, Mom can make money. Although her health isn't very good, she helps me beat people up. Your dad is a good fighter and he's quite smart. People only listen to him and follow him to beat people up."

Wangshu scooped a bowl of soup. "But a man who can't even count his soldiers can't be a general. Some people are naturally smart, like your sister. Some people are smart because they're very hardworking, like your father. He studied very hard when he was young. You're like your father, born with the intelligence to learn martial arts, but you need to work harder to learn literature."

It was so difficult. Qin Yunxiao leaned back on the stool, his head tilted back, tears streaming down his face as he spoke. "I teach for two hours, and my sister only needs to listen to a few sentences!"

Ji Wangle comforted him, "Dabao, you will slowly understand as you grow up. I didn't understand it when I was a child, but now you test me and I know it all."

Mother Ji couldn't help but say, "Le Le, stop making trouble. You only understand some of the things Ming Xi knows at your age, and you still have the nerve to say it!"

Qin Yunxiao, the elementary school scumbag, showed no mercy to Zhan Wuzha, "Auntie, I can't learn from you! You can't do anything."

"Pfft!" Wangshu almost spit out his food, but the fat man was right. Everyone present had a skill, but Ji Wangle had no expertise at all. He was only good at learning for a few days and then dry the net for a few days. He would give up if he said he would not learn. His parents were very indulgent.

Ji Wangle felt very aggrieved, "Qin Yunxiao, you are so good, you only care about outsiders and not your aunt!"

"Le Le, shut up!" Father Ji scolded his little daughter. Respecting teachers comes first, not to mention that the teacher is the martial arts teacher of a pair of grandchildren!

"It's good to have two teachers who can write and dance. What's the point of having an aunt? She doesn't help with housework and doesn't know anything when she goes out. She talks about studying and learning math all day long, but she still knows nothing year after year."

Whatever the lady of this house said was like thunder out of the blue. The battle-hardened Xie Xin and Lan Die ate in silence and listened silently. They were used to eating a lot of food in the master's house, so just eat as much as you want, and don't say a word while eating, that's right!

Ji Wangle was so aggrieved that she burst into tears and wanted to throw down her chopsticks. Her father stopped her with a look, and said sternly, "Lele, don't be rude! Eat!"

Fortunately, at this time Xiaolu brought people to push the little brother and sister who had just solved the problem of fragrance and odor. The older brother was always lively and kept moving and shaking in the high chair.

My sister also pointed at the meat and hummed something incomprehensible.

The bib wrapped around my chest was half wet along the way.

Each of them received a small bowl of yam and minced pork as a side dish. Xiao San's mouth was practically drooling. The brother and sister were always the most enthusiastic during meals, constantly clamoring for food as the two wet nurses fed them with small wooden spoons...

"Mom, are my brothers and sisters not full? They can eat a bowl and a half of glutinous rice balls!"

My younger brothers and sisters were so hungry that they drooled at every meal, and I fed them glutinous rice balls until they couldn’t eat any more.

"They're so young, they can't digest all the food they eat," Wangshu asked the nurse. "How do the little ones sleep at night?"

"Madam, the young master and young lady are sleeping soundly. Second Miss, the baby is prone to indigestion if he eats too much, and he is tossing and turning and crying."

Mingxi nodded, "That's right."

After the meal, everyone digested the food. Qin Yunxiao took the grid and asked Xie Xin to ask questions. Mingxi followed Lan Die and slowly swung his arms. Wangshu gently wiped the faces and hands of his two children.

"When feeding, don't worry about what spills out, and don't scrape the mouth with a wooden spoon."

"Yes, ma'am."