Ronald has an amazing talent for mathematics.
To be precise, strong memory ability and mathematical talent complement each other.
After the enlightenment, he had an almost unforgettable memory. He could repeat exactly what he just said, and his spatial ability was even more amazing.
After teaching him multiplication, division, squares, triangles and other basic geometry for thirty minutes, Ronald tried to calculate four-digit multiplication. The reason was that he just taught him vertical calculations. He was like a naughty child. Just like a new toy, I keep calculating over and over again, just because the results are novel and endless.
"3261 multiplied by 6121... equals 19960581..." When he calculated the four-digit multiplication for the first time, the other four-digit calculations suddenly accelerated several times.
Soon, he discovered a new way to play, "Half 100 points becomes 50, half 50 points becomes 25, half 25 points..."
Ronald's face showed confusion.
After a while, when Chen Yi was about to answer, he heard Ronald suddenly say: "It becomes half of 12 and 1."
Chen Yi was startled. Is this child going to figure out the score on his own?
Is it the power of my own enlightenment, or is it due to my talent?
Or perhaps both.
Soon, Ronald continued to divide, half of 1 became half and half of 1, half of 1 and half and half, his mouth went dry. And Chen Yi's surprise didn't stop there.
Because Ronald thought of something else.
"A pie can be divided into three parts, one for me, one for dad, and one for mom. But how can one be divided into three parts?"
The lights in the bell tower were gradually extinguished. Chen Yi realized that there was not much time and taught him the fraction: "Divide 1 into three parts, which equals one third..."
After Chen Yi explained the concept of fractions clearly, the lights of the Bell Tower of Tribulation had been exhausted to only one floor. Chen Yi narrowed the perspective and ended this manifestation.
"What an amazing mathematical talent..." Chen Yi sighed in his heart, because in the end, Ronald was actually thinking about the Pythagorean Theorem.
He immediately thought mockingly to himself: "Isn't it possible that I accidentally cultivated Ramanujan in this world?"
Looking away from the castle, Chen Yi glanced at the pagan lecture hall. Thinking of how graceful Lomea was under her long robe, she felt itchy in her heart.
How about... next time after saving up the lights, let her completely fall in love with him?
Boom.
The inexplicable rolling sound of the sea of clouds interrupted Chen Yi's thoughts, and he raised his head in confusion.
Chen Yi stared closely at the source of the sound, which seemed to come from the opposite position to the Bell Tower of Tribulation. The Bell Tower was not far to his left and the sound came from the right.
Boom.
You heard it right, the sea of clouds was rolling along with faint thunder.
"What is that..." Chen Yi stared curiously.
However, there was only thunder and no other changes for a long time.
"Perhaps I need to continue to show my sage to promote the changes in the sea of clouds?" Chen Yi guessed, and couldn't help but get excited. You know, this is the first time in five years that the sea of clouds has changed in a different way.
Chen Yi was about to bring his thoughts back to think, and was about to leave when he took one last look at Resurrection Town and accidentally saw a familiar figure.
Idelai knelt in front of the icon, holding a scripture in his hand and praying steadily.
"My only true Lord, Father who gave birth to the gods, please...hear the devout prayer of your humble servant..."
"You are the Lord of my Lords, the Father of my...Father, thank you...for giving me the wisdom to throw me down to heaven..."
He closed his eyes and tried to recite the difficult-to-read scriptures.
"It seems like what he said, he changed his belief in another god." Chen Yi found it funny and had no intention of answering his prayer.
Early the next morning, Chen Yi sliced the bran bread and soaked it in wine, slowly waiting for it to soften. This bread baked from bran hybrid wheat seeds such as cortex, germ, aleurone layer and endosperm is commonly eaten by common people. The staple food rarely contains meat. Unless it is a festival, the civilians in Resurrection Town will stew some lamb or chicken for the first time in a long time.
"Brother, the day of mourning for the pagans has passed for a long time, and it seems that it is almost time to go to the market." During the dinner, Hedwig reminded.
Since the town of Resurrection was ruled by pagans, it has followed pagan customs. According to their calendar, once the day of mourning has passed, a few weeks later there will be a pilgrimage day for the market. The market lasts for thirty to forty days. Five days, there will be no curfew in the first and last week.
Because it is adjacent to the Holy Land, a large number of pilgrims or traders from pagan countries will pass through this place, and the size of the market can be described as a sea of people.
Chen Yi took a bite of the soft bread, and the sour taste filled his mouth. He counted the days and found that it was almost done.
"Well, I'll go to the countryside the day after tomorrow. The hunters there should have fresh animal skins."
The family's leather shop relies on this market for half the year's income. As long as the leather is fresh, it can often be sold at a good price. After all, the merchants often make a fortune by reselling it to the Holy City.
This grand market was a good thing only after the pagan rule. Even the most pious priest in the town could not refute it.
...........
Baron Artest, who was sleep deprived due to excitement, carefully pushed open the door of his son's bedroom, and met Ronald sleeping soundly on the armrest table, still holding a quill in his hand. He stood on tiptoe and saw the card filled with numbers densely written on it. Linen paper, a surprised smile crammed onto his face, and the smell of dried ink was even more sweet than the morning tulips.
"My Lord, I praise you!" In his memory, his foolish and silly son calculated complex numbers that he could not understand in one night. Baron Artest's admiration was beyond words.
Ronald seemed to be awakened. He stood up from the table in a daze, picked up the linen paper full of numbers and graphics, and dropped the pen tip to the paper to write for a few seconds before realizing that the ink had dried. He dipped it in Ink was minding his own business solving math problems, and he didn't even notice his father behind him.
"Ronald, my dear Ronald, did you write these?" Baron Artest asked excitedly when his son woke up.
"Two multiplied by two equals four, three multiplied by three equals nine, they are all multiplied by themselves... What multiplied by itself equals two? What multiplied by itself equals three?" Ronald muttered and kept writing.
Baron Artest was not discouraged when he was left out. Instead, he was happy that his son was concentrating on his studies. His son had already begun to study mathematics. He would later study architecture, theology, and even manage an entire baron. By then his achievements would definitely be no more than his own. Low, you know, he is a child favored by God!
My Lord has done enough to get a math teacher. Baron Atai asked for nothing more. "You should not ask for more from God." This is a doctrine that every true believer knows clearly.
"A pie can be divided into three parts, two cows can give birth to six cows, my father once brought three deer from the woods, there are numbers everywhere, numbers are everywhere..."
Baron Artest was surprised to find that while he was immersed in excitement, Ronald was already thinking about mathematics from another direction.
Then, he heard a blasphemous word that shook his whole body.
"So...what is God's number?"
