The Three Kingdoms: Home Travel

Huffing and puffing, Jiang Zhe returned to the Chen residence at a leisurely pace. The two Chen family guards standing outside the mansion looked at him with strange eyes.

After looking himself over, Jiang Zhe didn't find any unusual "symptoms" and finally concluded that these two were sick!

"Oh! Brother Shouyi, you're finally back! The young master has been looking for you for ages..."

Before Jiang Zhe could take more than a few steps, Sun Mao suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Jiang Zhe, and headed towards the accounting room.

"What happened? Did something go wrong?" Jiang Zhe asked, somewhat puzzled.

"No, that's not it..." Sun Mao finally realized that he had only received Chen Deng's order to find Jiang Zhe and bring him back, but thinking back, it seemed that nothing had happened.

"Then why are you in such a hurry?"

"This...urgent..." Sun Mao was dumbfounded. He had already said that the young master of the Chen family was looking for him, so why was he still so unhurried? Dumbfounded, he couldn't say anything and could only slowly follow Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe stepped into the accounting room and saw Chen Deng sitting behind the desk. He touched the painting on the wall and asked, "Have you figured it out?"

Sun Mao, who was following behind, was speechless, thinking to himself, "Is this how you should talk to the young master of the Chen family?"

Chen Deng was drinking tea at the moment, and he was not annoyed when he heard this. He already knew that Jiang Zhe, who seemed ordinary, was actually a person with great talent.

"Hehe, that's a total of 64,980 cash (I'm using 360 days in a year), which is equivalent to 64 strings and 980 cash!"

Jiang Zhe glanced at Chen Deng suspiciously, took a few steps forward, casually picked up a piece of unused paper, drew a few formulas, looked at the result, and said calmly, "Correct!"

To Chen Deng's surprise, he was dumbfounded. He had spent more than an hour, used countless sheets of paper, and calculated countless times to arrive at the answer, but this guy had just drawn a few symbols that he couldn't understand and got the result. Chen Deng looked at Jiang Zhe with some resentment, but couldn't see anything wrong with it.

Jiang Zhe naturally saw the drafts scattered all over the floor and said with a slight chuckle, "You wouldn't happen to be...?"

Chen Deng's face immediately flushed.

Nearly two thousand years of culture! Jiang Zhe felt an indescribable sense of pride at this moment. He glanced at the ashamed Chen Deng and thought to himself, "Sage, I'm sorry, I just want to make a living..."

"Yuanlong has a question; please enlighten me, sir!"

"Go ahead!" Jiang Zhe was in a very good mood.

"Yuanlong just finished calculating the problem posed by you, sir. I have a vague feeling that there is a connection to it, but I can't figure it out. Please teach me how to solve this problem..." Chen Deng stood up and bowed to Jiang Zhe as a disciple, amidst Sun Mao's incredulous gaze.

However, it seems Jiang Zhe doesn't understand... Fortunately, Jiang Zhe is feeling quite happy right now, and he walked over with a smile and said.

"You're right, look..." Jiang Zhe picked up a pen, took a piece of paper, and wrote as he spoke, "One coin on the first day, two coins on the second day, and by the last day, three hundred and sixty coins. Have you noticed that the wealth earned on the first and last days is three hundred and sixty-one coins, and the wealth earned on the second and three hundred and fifty-ninth days is also three hundred and sixty-one coins, and so on..."

"Is that so?" Chen Deng's eyes lit up, and he snatched Jiang Zhe's pen and started writing on the paper.

"Tch! I haven't finished yet!" Jiang Zhe pursed his lips, feeling a little annoyed. "I finally got a chance to show off, and you're not going to let me?"

"Just as I thought!" Chen Deng exclaimed in surprise, his gaze towards Jiang Zhe becoming somewhat intense.

That's more like it. Jiang Zhe was quite satisfied. "The funds added in two days only amount to 361, so taking half of that in 360 days would mean..."

"One hundred and eighty days!" Chen Deng was shocked. "And then..."

"And then?" Jiang Zhe said speechlessly, "Then just multiply it, right? Three hundred and sixty-one multiplied by..." He suddenly realized that there was no such thing at this point...

"Riding?" Chen Deng muttered, looking at Jiang Zhe, who had abruptly stopped, with a strange expression.

"..." Stop looking at me, I'm not into men. Jiang Zhe felt a chill run down his spine from Chen Deng's gaze, which was filled with a thirst for knowledge.

"Sigh..." Chen Deng sighed. He only now realized how out of control he had been. This Jiang Zhe... no, Mr. Jiang's technology was something no one else knew about for a long time. He had rashly asked him about it. If it wasn't a close relative, how could it be passed on?

Sun Mao stood at the door for a long time, thinking that this younger brother was indeed a great talent, able to make the young master so excited and lose his composure. Fortunately, he had brought him to the Chen family, otherwise he would have truly failed the master's kindness in cultivating him.

"It's getting late..." Jiang Zhe said awkwardly, trying to evade the question when he saw that the two of them were staring intently at him.

"Mr. Jiang..." Chen Deng's words immediately silenced Sun Mao.

"Um... is something wrong?"

Chen Deng frowned, clearly struggling with his decision, but in the end he made up his mind. He walked up to Jiang Zhe and actually gave him a deep bow.

"Young Master..." Sun Mao cried out in disbelief.

Chen Deng ignored Sun Mao, his eyes burning as he looked at Jiang Zhe. "Yuanlong is willing to treat you with the respect due to a disciple, and hopes you will teach me this art..."

Jiang Zhe opened his mouth. Although he didn't know what the gesture meant, he could still understand the meaning: he... he wanted him to take him as his disciple? But...

This is my livelihood now. What if I teach him? Then I'll be starving. Jiang Zhe hesitated.

Looking at Jiang Zhe's expression, Sun Mao secretly worried for his young master. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he pretended to mutter, "Hey, so Brother Xuanyang is going to take on the role of the landlord's tutor too, what about the six strings of cash...?"

Swish! Jiang Zhe's ears twitched, instantly intercepting the information. Six strings of cash? Then add my five strings... that's eleven strings of cash... Ah! High salary, high salary! I can eat whatever I want from now on... No! I have to buy Xiu'er a few sets of clothes first (probably buy the fabric and make them myself, but Jiang Zhe doesn't know how).

"Teaching you isn't out of the question..." Jiang Zhe nodded, about to continue, when he suddenly remembered something and added, "However, I have one request: could you please convert those six strings of cash into rice for me?"

"You decide whether my salary will increase based on feelings?" Chen Deng was speechless, but if he could acquire a mental calculation technique that no one else knew about just by using this material possession, then it was worth it.

"As you say, sir!" Chen Deng nodded, thanking Sun Mao for his help.

Jiang Zhe felt much more at ease. He took a piece of paper, wrote out a multiplication table, and handed it to Chen Deng, adding mysteriously, "Don't tell anyone!"

"The students understand!"

Eleven strings of cash! Jiang Zhe walked out happily, ready to go home and tell Xiu'er the good news!

"..." Chen Deng looked at the thin piece of paper in his hand, amazed. Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes changed, and he turned to ask Sun Mao, "My master just said... to convert those six strings of cash into rice?"

"Yes!" Sun Mao felt confused.

Chen Deng subconsciously glanced at a desk, where he saw that the ledger recording the purchase of rice and grain had been casually placed aside, clearly having been looked through...

"My teacher is a genius..."

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