From lecture one to ten, the host was so tired that his mouth went dry.
The people in the audience were also holding back a lot, but they still managed to persevere at the thought of being able to redeem their prizes right away.
After most people learn it, they start to gesture in the air to draw the words they just learned.
There are even some people who are foolishly happy that they have learned to write, although not much.
But how can ordinary people know how to write?
Many people's memories were not reliable and they started whispering among themselves for fear of missing the chance to win.
Upon seeing this, Fang Zheng quickly hinted to the host to take a break.
Normal people can't stand the constant shouting at the top of their lungs, even the gentleman who has been a storyteller all year round.
The host glanced at Fang Zheng gratefully and said loudly again: "Okay! I think everyone already has some experience. You can communicate with each other and learn more."
"Let's perform a show to relax everyone. Please listen to the poetry reading."
"Long live my emperor!"
"Author: Mr. Zhongchen Sai"
After speaking, the host slowly retreated, and another performer took over and immediately launched into an emotional performance.
"Oh! Your Majesty, you are a beam of light in my life..."
"Spring nourishes all things, Your Majesty nourishes..."
Listening to the blunt and disgusting words on the stage, the three elders all had black lines hanging from their foreheads.
The favorable impression towards Fang Zhengyi that had just arisen suddenly disappeared.
Face! Where is the face! ? Is it really possible to be a human being without any shame?
The three old men wished they could scream up to the sky and scold this beast. They really did everything they could, had no bottom line, and had no moral character!
Of course the instigator didn't care at all.
Everything is for the people!
No matter how flattering I am, as long as I shoot and shoot every day, one day I will be able to transform into Pavlov.
The Discipline Emperor beamed when he heard me speak, and he would be able to easily figure out what he wanted to do!
I wonder who in the world doesn’t like wearing a tall hat? What's more, I, Founder, have advanced workplace experience in the 21st century, how can the ancients stop me! ?
Haha, the Mid-Levels Plaza is just a stage for me, Fang Zhengyi, to display my talents.
"Oh! Look, Fang Zhengyi is there!" Zheng Qiao suddenly spotted Fang Zhengyi in the crowd and raised his hand.
Zhang Dongxiang immediately stared: "Damn..."
He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Fang Zhengyi, and the other two quickly followed.
Zhang Dongxiang angrily pushed aside the crowd and walked straight towards Fang Zhengyi, reaching out to grab Fang Zhengyi's collar.
Suddenly, a big man with murderous intent stood in front of him.
Zhang Dongxiang put down his hand sarcastically, while Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao were also panicking.
As soon as Fang Zheng saw Zhang Biao suddenly flashing behind him, he looked back.
Seeing this, he was happy: "Hey, three seniors are here too? Zhang Biao, one of my own, get out of the way."
Li Yansong and the others quickly put their hands holding the winning tickets behind their backs and said with a straight face: "Well, let's take a look!"
"Sir...where is Mr. Li?"
Fang Zhengyi became puzzled after hearing his question. Li Yuanzhao has been crazy these days. He is curious about everything and seems to have a soft spot for fines.
Although he was fined more than ten or twenty cents every time he was caught, he still enjoyed it.
Even later, there were very few people urinating on the street. This guy would chase after people who seemed to be unable to hold it in and whistle, making Fang Zhengyi despise him.
Because there were so many people today, most people gathered in the square again. Fang Zhengyi specially ordered the dung pickers to work early to clean up the latrines in the workshop.
In the past, these tasks were done in the early morning. After Li Yuanzhao heard about it, he was curious about how the dung pickers worked and ran to see people picking up dung.
Logically speaking, I should have come back a long time ago...if I didn't come back at this point, I would have fallen into the cesspool, right?
But it shouldn't be a problem. It shouldn't be a problem if he has a few guards assigned to him.
Maybe he was crazy because he was very capable at this age. Maybe he went up and dug out the shit himself... After all, the prince has a way of playing with shit.
Fang Zheng said, "Master Li has gone out to play. He may come over later."
"What are the three seniors here for today?"
Zhang Dongxiang couldn't wait to jump out and pointed to the stage and said with a blushing face: "Fang Zhengyi, I think you have some talent, why are you so shameless!"
Fang Zheng glanced at the stage, shrugged, and said calmly: "It's nothing, I just said what others wanted to say but didn't dare to say."
"What reason do I have to behave like you like, to go against His Majesty, to say some unflattering words, to make His Majesty displeased? And then to collude with some mediocre officials?"
"What a joke! I, Fang Zhengyi, only look at the results and don't care about the process. I only serve the people. Three seniors, am I right?"
The three of them were silent. To a certain extent, Fang Zhengyi was right.
After all, we are all in the circle, so it is inevitable to have the urge to lick it, but is it a bit too much for you to lick it so nakedly?
But for the sake of your ability, I will spare you this time!
Li Yansong asked curiously: "Why do you think of teaching people these strange numbers? You can use other words instead. Your method is refreshing to me, but it is better to teach some benevolence, righteousness, morality, and the words of saints!"
Fang Zheng asked in reply: "Can the words of a saint be eaten as food?"
"You!!" The three of them looked at each other angrily. Even if you don't have character, you don't need to be a scholar anymore?
Fang Zhengyi was too lazy to talk to them, and waved his hands and said: "There is no other reason. Isn't this simple and easy to learn? These people have never gone to elementary school to read the words of saints. Are they still drawing in the lottery? They can learn it in a while. What?"
The three of them laughed and said nothing. You are right.
I was so quick-tongued that I forgot that most people had never read books.
Numbers are very important. Although the people are illiterate, it does not mean that they are illiterate. They are smarter than anyone else when buying vegetables in the market.
This is the reason why Fang Zhengyi chose numbers as more important.
Once people understand basic numbers and number rules, they can clearly mark prices in the market and set price tags.
In today's market transactions, how much something is sold for depends entirely on the people's fixed price, and then they negotiate.
It can be said that the entire process is opaque.
What Fang Zhengyi likes most is to start small, with low costs and high profits.
If the vast majority of the people understand the numbers, he can begin to forcibly order the products on the market to set price tags.
In this way, people can compare the two things they buy, and the competition between merchants will become more intense, and people will benefit from it.
Clear and transparent prices can often promote better flow of goods.
Seeing the three old men standing there stupidly speechless, Fang Zhengyi enthusiastically took out three pieces of paper from his sleeve.
"Come on, come on! Three seniors, everyone who comes to the draw today will have a chance to win. I also have the tickets for the draw. Let's have some fun together."
Then he grabbed Zhang Dongxiang's hand without any explanation and slapped the winning ticket into his hand. Fang Zheng glanced sharply and saw another winning ticket in his hand.
He joked: "Ah! It turns out that several seniors already have one! That's really embarrassing."
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