Some people say that women’s intuition is the scariest, because their judgments are extremely sharp and often accurate. Then a girl’s intuition is even more terrifying. She can even detect whether you are staring at her butt or thighs from behind without looking back.
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Therefore, Cai Yan immediately noticed the solemnity and goodwill conveyed by Fei Qian's salute to her, instead of the feeling that although the actions were very standardized like others, there was a casual and perfunctory feeling in his bones.
Moreover, Cai Yan was quite satisfied with the word "Senior Sister". She used to be called Junior Sister, but now she is finally called Sister. So she took two steps quickly, put the parchment she was holding in Cai Yong's hand, and faced Fei
Qian Shi gave a gift in return.
Since he was a registered disciple, he was more or less a stranger, so Cai Yan naturally did not need to avoid him.
"Ahem..." Cai Yong looked at the two rolls of sheepskin in his hand, "What is this?"
"Ah," Cai Yan reacted, and the person involved happened to be present, so he quickly said to Cai Yong, "My daughter found this while rummaging in the library. Look, this volume is about Shen Du, and this volume is about Dashi.
Note, there are some fonts in both volumes that are similar to...well...Junior Brother Fei, Fei's fonts..."
Originally, Fei Qian was not qualified to call him senior sister. After all, Fei Qian was still a registered disciple. However, before Cai Yong could react, his daughter seemed to have already responded with words and actions. Cai Yong had no choice but to pretend that he had not heard and refused.
Calculated.
"It's true!" Cai Yong took a closer look, compared the left and right, and found that they were indeed somewhat similar, so he called Fei Qian to come forward and take a look.
Fei Qian finally felt a stone fall from his heart and stepped forward to take the parchment.
The parchment scrolls are very old, and although they have been preserved as much as possible, they inevitably still have some wrinkles and black lines, and are even partially damaged by insects and mildew, making them slightly damaged.
I don’t know what kind of paint was used on the parchment scroll. It has gone through the vicissitudes of time and is still legible to this day. Fei Qian is not sure what is written on it, but the characters written on it are somewhat similar to modern letters.
Listening to what Cai Yan said just now, one part is from body poison, and one part is from big food. Fei Qian is not sure whether the body poison is from ancient India, but Fei Qian still knows about big food. It is an ancient knowledge of the Silk Road.
Those who wear Muslim robes include Iran, Arabia and other countries...
Then there won't be any problem.
Fei Qian raised the scroll and returned it, saying: "When I was young, my disciple was naughty and often thought that counting was too complicated. It seemed easier to count people who were eating big food in the market. Later, I got this bamboo slip by chance and often used it to replace the number.
To save some pen and ink...after all...brocade paper is too expensive..."
Cai Yong stroked his beard, nodded and said: "I think this method is indeed simple, but if you use bamboo slips to write it down, it is quite inconvenient. It is not as suitable as paper slips." Cai Yong is also right, after all, Arabia
Numbers are only convenient when paper is used on a large scale, otherwise it would be better to carve those twisted letters on bamboo slips than to carve horizontal and vertical Chinese characters.
However, Cai Yong also felt that there was no need to dampen the innovative spirit of young people, so he said warmly: "Zi Yuan has this innovation, and it is quite convenient when doing arithmetic. Maybe it can be used. Come, come, what is the meaning of this word?"
Fei Qian explained to Cai Yong and Cai Yan one by one the fonts and meanings of Arabic numerals from 0 to 9, and made nonsense of the fact that xyz represents the earth elements in the arithmetic scriptures, which are the elements of the earthly branches, such as Zi Chou Yin Mao and so on. Don't say,
X and Zi are also quite similar in shape, and Cai Yong and Cai Yan understood them completely without any objection.
By the time Fei Qian finished speaking, it was almost midnight before he knew it. Fei Qian hurriedly said goodbye to Cai Yong.
Cai Yong had no intention of staying with Fei Qian for dinner. On the one hand, Cai Yong was like a child who got a novelty toy. He was still trying to use numbers and letters to calculate the problems in the scriptures. On the other hand, Fei Qian had just met officially after all.
A few times, both parties felt uncomfortable being forced to stay for dinner, so they asked their servants to send Fei Qian back.
After Fei Qian had left for a while, Cai Yong suddenly came to his senses, stopped writing and said, "Ah, isn't this the fragment of Zi Yuan's bamboo slip? Why didn't Zi Yuan take it back..."
"Father, you didn't say anything. Who dares to move?" Cai Yan saw the butler signaling that the food was ready, so he walked over and pulled Cai Yong's clothes. While pulling, he said, "I'll call you next time."
He brought it back and it’s time for father to have dinner!”
"Don't talk, don't talk! Okay, let's go, let's go!" Cai Yong put down his pen reluctantly, and walked to eat with Cai Yan. While walking, Cai Yong suddenly remembered something and said to Cai Yan
He said: "Just before Ziyuan, Meng De came here and brought a set of ancient books. You may want to take a look after eating later if you are interested."
"Senior Brother Meng De is here today?" Cai Yan was a little surprised. After all, after Cai Yong decided to marry her to Wei Zhongdao, Cao Cao rarely came to Cai Mansion.
Cai Yong suddenly asked on a whim: "Yan'er, what do you think of Meng De?"
Cai Yan rolled her eyes at Cai Yong, how could she not know what her father meant with her intelligence, and said: "Father, do you hate me so much? Do you have to drive me away as soon as possible? Isn't Senior Brother Meng De already married? Father,
Sir, would you like me to come over and be your concubine?"
Cai Yong groaned, "I'm just talking casually, I don't have any other intentions." - Yes, why did I forget that Meng De was married? Alas, he is indeed old...
Cai Yong looked at his gentle and lovely daughter beside him, and his heart was full of pity. He was getting older day by day. Nowadays, other official positions and property are not important. The most important thing is to give everything to his daughter.
Just find a good place to stay.
But--
It's hard to choose. Are there children from this aristocratic family? There are only a few who can be equal to my family. Those who are married are married, and those who are not - Cai Yong glanced at Cai Yan, feeling a little distressed - are not suitable either.
Already...
If it were to be lowered again, it would be aggrieved - the Wei family had misjudged their father before, so this time they have to think carefully about what to say, and they could not wrong Yan'er again...
As he was eating, Cai Yong suddenly let out an ouch and patted his head.
Cai Yan quickly asked Cai Yong what was going on. Cai Yong smiled and said that he had forgotten something, but just forget it. Although Cai Yan was confused, he saw that Cai Yong didn't say anything, so he let it go.
The sun was gradually setting. Although there were only father and daughter eating in the Cai Mansion, although it was a bit simple, it was full of warmth and love. In comparison, although the banquet in Wenming Garden, the royal garden of the Han Dynasty royal family, was extremely sumptuous,
All kinds of delicacies were dazzling, but the people at the banquet were a little absent-minded and glanced at each other. The whole banquet was filled with a strange atmosphere.
After many days of silent operations, this was the first time that Dong Zhuo invited the three gongs, nine ministers, and many important officials in the court to attend the banquet with great fanfare.
Although this group of important officials of the imperial court are sitting peacefully at the table, they actually have their own thoughts. Some are anxious and some are angry, with different expressions and different attitudes. But one thing is certain, tonight
The banquet will be a stage for Dong Zhuo's power to express its attitude, and will determine the future direction. In comparison, what you eat is not important at all.
The main table was still empty. The banquet had started for a while, but Dong Zhuo, the host of the banquet, had not yet arrived.
