Zhang Liang sat down at the table nearby and raised his hands gracefully to make tea and pour water. The fragrance of tea rose up and spread in the air.
He waited patiently for Little Stone to finish his ramblings before he slowly spoke: "Did you just come from Prince Fusu? Did he send you here as a lobbyist? Did he want to convince me of something?"
Little Stone smiled honestly and naively, with a pure and innocent smile on his face, as if there was not a single distracting thought.
He handed the snacks in his hand to Zhang Liang and said, "No, how could you let me do this? I am not good at speaking. You asked me to do this because you want me to help you with the calculations."
Zhang Liang glanced at the snacks at hand. It was a bag of beautifully packaged potato chips. He had eaten it before. The aroma was so fragrant that he couldn't help but linger.
He paused for a moment, but still gently pushed the snacks back and said, "Little Stone, I made the bet willingly, so there's no need to waste your efforts. I know you mean well, but I know my limits in this matter."
Seeing that Zhang Liang didn't want to accept it, Little Stone didn't force him. He opened a bag of potato chips and put it next to Zhang Liang, and continued, "Sir, you misunderstood. The young master asked me to ask you to help with the calculations."
"We have harvested so much grain now, and all the packaging and distribution must be recorded in the book. We are really too busy to handle it."
"Sir, you are a genius, and you will surely be able to help us."
Zhang Liang smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly. "Forget it, I'll be there in a moment. This Master Fusu really knows how to manipulate people's hearts."
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This was a conspiracy of Prince Fusu.
Fusu was not afraid of asking him to calculate, because he just wanted him to know how rich and powerful the Qin Dynasty was.
And Zhang Liang now also wants to know what Prince Fusu can achieve and whether he is really capable of taking on the future of the Qin Dynasty.
Although he had something on his mind, Zhang Liang was still willing to give Xiao Shitou some pointers. He asked, "How is your study going lately? Have you encountered any problems?"
When Xiao Shitou heard this, he immediately took out a book wrapped in cloth from his arms.
The book looked very precious and as if it had been read for a long time. The pages were yellowed and the edges were a little worn.
When I opened the book, it was filled with homework and notes.
"Sir, here we have cloth, three feet worth five golds, and silk, five feet worth eight golds. Someone wants to buy a total of 40 feet of cloth and silk, spending 64 golds. How much does the cloth and silk cost?"
Little Stone pointed at the question, a gleam of curiosity in his eyes.
He expressed his thoughts and explained what he didn't understand, then looked at Zhang Liang expectantly.
Zhang Liang patiently explained the key points, and Xiao Shitou suddenly had an epiphany and kept writing down what he thought of.
Zhang Liang originally thought that this was the end, but unexpectedly, Xiao Shitou took out a copy of "The Art of War" from his arms.
He turned the page and pointed to a sentence and said, "Sir, this sentence 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle', isn't that what it means..."
Little Stone spoke incessantly of his own views, and only after he finished speaking did he ask Zhang Liang for his opinion.
Zhang Liang listened quietly, with admiration gleaming in his eyes.
Although this was not the first time he had coached Xiao Shitou, he was still shocked by his extraordinary talent.
This little stone is not from the pond...
By the time Zhang Liang and Xiao Shitou arrived at Prince Fusu's residence, it was already afternoon.
The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, dappling across the courtyard, adding a bit of tranquility and peace to this busy place.
Prince Fusu was sitting at the desk in the study, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, reading attentively, his brows revealing a calmness and wisdom beyond his age.
Hearing the footsteps, he slowly raised his head, his eyes fell gently on Zhang Liang, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under control.
"Mr. Zhang Liang, long time no see." Fusu's voice was as gentle as jade, with an indescribable affinity that made people feel good about him involuntarily.
Zhang Liang bowed slightly, with a subtle hint of complex emotions in his tone: "Master Fusu, Zhang Liang is polite."
"Please take a seat." Fusu pointed to a seat that had been prepared nearby and motioned Zhang Liang to sit down.
After Zhang Liang sat down, he personally poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Liang, "This is this year's new tea, sir, please try it."
Zhang Liang took the teacup and took a sip. The fragrance of tea slowly bloomed on the tip of his tongue, as if it could wash away the dust in his heart.
He put down his teacup, looked directly at Fusu, and said straight to the point: "My lord, you came to me this time, probably because of the grain harvest, right?"
Fusu smiled and nodded, "That's right. Now that the autumn harvest is over, a large amount of grain needs to be properly stored and allocated in case of emergency. I know you are proficient in arithmetic, so I came here to ask for your help."
Zhang Liang heard this and thought to himself.
This conspiracy can only be cracked by getting involved personally.
He raised his head, his eyes firm: "Since you trust me, Zhang Liang will do his best."
"Then I'll rely on you, sir." Prince Fusu nodded slightly and poured him another cup of tea.
With a smile on his face, he added, "As for the bet, Fusu knows that Fusu doesn't have enough chips, so it's reasonable for you to hesitate."
Fusu's words were very polite, giving Zhang Liang enough face and also representing his determination.
Since his ancestors, the Great Qin has not been restricted by the past talents. As long as they can be loyal to the Great Qin, they will be treated as VIPs.
Talent is also the most crucial link for them to break out of the siege and unify the six kingdoms.
The two chatted briefly, and in the following days, Zhang Liang devoted himself to the calculation and allocation of food and fodder.
With his extraordinary wisdom and rigorous attitude, he sorted out the complicated accounts in an orderly manner, and recorded every entry, exit and allocation of grain clearly, which greatly improved the management efficiency of the entire granary.
In his daily contacts with Prince Fusu, Zhang Liang was even more impressed by his far-sighted strategy, broad mind and deep concern for the people.
Zhang Liang couldn't help but feel doubtful. Is this really the Qin Dynasty that he has always hated?
At this moment, he already had the answer in his heart.
"Young Master, do you really believe that Zhang Liang will change his mind?" Zhang Han couldn't help but ask.
Prince Fusu shook his head slightly, a faint smile on his face: "He will change his mind. People always change, don't they?"
If I cannot use a strategist like Zhang Liang, I must kill him.
Prince Fusu only thought about this sentence in his mind and did not say it out loud.
Zhang Liang is a smart man and would not go to that extent.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Han nodded slightly, and his admiration for Prince Fusu increased even more.
As expected, he is Prince Fusu, he is kind and righteous.
If it were him, he would have killed the assassin when he caught him, and would not have treated him so politely.
Zhang Han muttered to himself, and misunderstanding arose.
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