"What is this?" Fang Zhongyong asked excitedly.
"This is a clock concept."
Li Ming directly told Fang Zhongyong some knowledge about calculating time from later generations: a day has 24 hours, an hour has 60 minutes, and a minute has 60 seconds.
It also explained the origin of time, why it is divided in this way, and other knowledge and theories.
Fang Zhongyong was stunned again, his eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge. He listened with great interest and found it very novel. Even child prodigies sometimes cannot understand it.
Because this was all advanced knowledge that Li Ming had taught him.
This is the culmination of so many years of cultural knowledge; it would be truly miraculous if he could understand it so quickly.
However, Li Ming had plenty of patience and slowly explained it to him.
The lecture lasted for two hours, and at that time the number displayed on the dragon-patterned wooden plaque was "10".
Fang Zhongyong broke out in a cold sweat. It took him two hours to barely understand the knowledge and theory of clocks, and he couldn't help but marvel at the sage's vast knowledge.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Li Ming, her heart filled with admiration.
He truly deserves to be called a saint.
Seeing him staring at him, Li Ming patted his head to make him concentrate and ask if he didn't understand anything. Only then did he refocus on the theory of time.
Fang's father, who had been staying outside, couldn't stay idle. Since the black dog was sleeping and wouldn't play with him, he had to find something to do himself, such as wiping the pillars and railings of the pavilion and mopping the floor.
Clean up the entire structure, inside and out.
It was kept spotless and immaculate.
Li Ming hadn't intended for him to do anything, but he was genuinely bored and took the initiative to do it, enjoying it immensely, even wiping down the wooden bridge.
Li Ming was too lazy to deal with him because he was too busy; Fang Zhongyong had too many problems to handle.
In comparison, he felt that Fang Zhongyong's case was more important.
As the number "8" appeared on the dragon-patterned wooden plaque, Fang Zhongyong became increasingly anxious, and sweat appeared on his forehead.
Now that Fang Zhongyong has basically grasped the theory of time, the next step is to understand Arabic numerals and the rules of addition, subtraction, and multiplication, which he still needs to review.
While Fang Zhongyong was reorganizing his career, Li Ming was not idle either.
He came up with a very classic and simple problem: the chicken and the rabbit problem. There is a beast with six heads and four legs; a bird with four heads and two legs. There are seventy-six heads above and forty-six legs below.
Question: How many birds and beasts are there?
When the number "5" appeared on the dragon-patterned wooden plaque, Li Ming posed this question to him, asking him to answer it using only the knowledge he had recently acquired.
It took him half an hour to finish.
He managed to finish the task, but he was drenched in sweat, clearly extremely nervous. Li Ming felt that he wasn't even as nervous as he was during his college entrance exam.
He smiled and then taught him something terrifying: the establishment of a linear equation in two variables.
Then, Li Ming saw that the child prodigy was very confused, his eyes were wide open, and he was sweating more and more. However, after a while, he became even more excited, which showed his thirst for new knowledge.
After he finished speaking, Fang Zhongyong took a moment to process it and then asked a new question: "Is there a linear equation with three variables?"
Li Ming told him, "Yes."
Li Ming was secretly surprised that Fang Zhongyong was able to apply what he learned to other situations.
So we continued our discussion.
Time flew by, and when they stopped, the time displayed on the dragon-patterned wooden plaque was "2".
Fang Zhongyong wanted to continue asking Li Ming about various kinds of knowledge, but Li Ming stopped telling him. He explained that if too much new knowledge was given to him at once, it would be useless if he couldn't digest it.
Moreover, there is already enough knowledge available.
For the next two hours, Li Ming stopped teaching new material and instead had Fang Zhongyong review what he had just learned. Li Ming acted as the student, and Fang Zhongyong as the teacher.
During the narration, Li Ming also posed various difficult questions to Fang Zhongyong, some of which stumped him, but overall he did very well.
The two were so engrossed in the conversation that they forgot all about time. Suddenly, the number on the dragon-patterned wooden plaque displayed "0".
Even while narrating, Fang Zhongyong's gaze remained fixed on Li Ming, and thus he naturally noticed the numbers on the dragon-patterned wooden plaque. At that moment, he felt as if he were being pulled by a mysterious force, as if he were about to disappear from this space-time.
He immediately knelt before Li Ming, kowtowed three times, and said, "Thank you for imparting knowledge to me, Sage."
Without saying a word, Li Ming used his spiritual power to stuff all the drafts on the table, including a roll of discarded drafts, into Fang Zhongyong's arms.
Just then, Fang Zhongyong and his father disappeared.
Time flies.
Li Ming looked at the empty study and sighed helplessly.
If time allowed, he could have talked for days and nights, but unfortunately there wasn't enough time. However, this knowledge was enough for Fang Zhongyong to ponder for a long time.
...
Outside the gate of the Li residence.
Fang's father still held Fang Zhongyong's little hand, gazing at the "Li Mansion" plaque. Recalling the scene just now, it felt like a dream, but then he saw the pile of papers in his son's arms.
He knew this wasn't a dream.
They really did encounter the legendary saint.
If they weren't saints, it wouldn't make any sense logically. How did they appear out of thin air in this paradise, and how did they suddenly return here?
It can only be done by a saint.
It was a sage who enlightened him.
Fang's father released Fang Zhongyong's hand and walked to the front of the Li family's gate. Two servants guarding the door looked over.
"Something has suddenly come up in my family, so the poetry writing session will have to be postponed. I will definitely bring Zhongyong next month. Please tell Master Li that I am really sorry."
Fang's father remembered that the sage had said that one could only compose a poem about an object once a month, so he would leave the opportunity for Master Li next month and not do such a thing again this month.
Since Zhong Yong has just returned, he definitely needs to digest a lot of knowledge, so this month is definitely not an option.
But we couldn't refuse to give face to Master Li, so we said we'd come next month.
Fang's father led Fang Zhongyong away, smiling as he said, "Zhongyong, let's go home."
Fang Zhongyong also took his hand and said, "Father, the sage said that when my knowledge reaches a certain level, he will personally descend to impart even more powerful knowledge to me. Do you think he will really descend?"
Mr. Fang thought for a moment and said:
"That depends on your performance. If you become very powerful, extremely powerful, a saint will definitely descend. If he doesn't, then you are not powerful enough."
Fang Zhongyong clenched his fist, his eyes shining with confidence.
"I will definitely become very powerful in the future. My talent will overshadow the entire era. Sage, I await your arrival."
He stood tall and proud, full of confidence, and strode away with Mr. Fang.
Soft rays of sunlight shone on his small figure, casting a long, long shadow that gradually covered the entire street.
...
"I hope that prodigy Fang Zhongyong won't fall from grace." Li Ming withdrew his gaze, no longer thinking about his affairs, and picked up the dragon-patterned wooden plaque at his waist to see what he had gained this time.
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