"Nono, you... forget it, let's divide the colorful lotus seeds into piles according to the seven colors."
Qian Yizheng didn't want to say anything about the little milk baby, so he called his brothers and started to sort the piles of colorful lotus seeds on the tablecloth according to the seven colors. Each pile contained seven seeds, seven different colors.
After a while, everyone divided the colorful lotus seeds. After a closer look, there were seventy-one piles.
"The pond in my mother's space is producing more and more colorful lotus seeds."
Qian Yizheng couldn't help but sigh. However, so many colorful lotus seeds were all taken by Nuonuo. He didn't know if his mother would want to kill Nuonuo if she knew about it.
"Seventy-one piles, there are six of us, each one gives..."
Little Nuonuo stretched out ten fingers, ready to share the colorful lotus seeds equally with everyone. However, he, who only knew how to endorse and could not count, really couldn't divide the colorful lotus seeds equally with just ten fingers.
"Tsk, it's so difficult!"
After a long while, he lowered his two chubby hands with a flat mouth, but soon he became energetic again, raised his head and set his eyes on his third brother, An Yilu.
"Third brother, do the math, you can definitely figure it out!"
He will never forget that his third brother is a child. Even if it counts like this, it must be a small problem!
"puff!"
Qian Yizheng and others laughed at the same time.
"I asked you to study more in normal times. Now, you can't even count these colorful lotus seeds, can you?"
"Can you blame me? I usually memorize a lot of books, and I have to practice, so I barely have time to feed myself. It's not enough."
Nuonuo didn't take it seriously. He just didn't like arithmetic anyway, and no one wanted him to learn it.
"And Uncle Wei Na told me that when I grow up, these are all trivial things and I don't need to learn them, so I don't need to learn them at all!"
He said confidently and confidently.
Qian Yizheng and others: "!"
But now we know why the little baby is so difficult to learn. It turns out there is someone holding him back.
The next time his mother calls him, he must file a complaint. Uncle Wei Na is so unreliable and says everything he shouldn't say to little Noonuo. Now, there are a lot of reasons why people don't want to learn from others.
Already.
"Little Nuonuo, this is wrong for you. My aunt told me that if we don't study hard, we will be sold by others in the future and we will have to help count the money!"
An Yizhou patted little Nono on the shoulder and said sincerely.
Although he is not a few years older than Nono, he also knows the importance of learning. In the future, if they can't even count the number of enemies in front of them when they fight in various planes, wouldn't they be doomed?
"Think about it, what if a large group of enemies appears during our training, and the six of us brothers fight equally among the enemies. If you don't even get the right number, what will you do?
"
"Ah? Is there such a thing?"
Little Nuonuo's eyes widened and she looked at the fifth brother in confusion.
"No, no, I can't count. When my parents fought with someone in the past, there were one hundred thousand people on the other side, and Nono could count them very clearly!"
This is true. Little Milkman may not know anything, but he can count the number of enemies very clearly.
"Um?"
The Qian Yizheng brothers squinted their eyes at the same time and looked at the little baby.
