Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

It is inevitable that he is so cautious. Now that there is no father or brother in the family, he is the elder brother. Everyone says that an elder brother is like a father, so naturally he wants to keep his family safe.

Not long after the Yellow Turban Disaster, bandits are everywhere outside, and a person of unknown origin may be living in his home holding a sharp weapon.

Ordinary people's homes probably wouldn't let such a person in, and he had already paid attention to letting people stay overnight.

The boy was about to leave, but suddenly found a bamboo box in front of the door of the guest room.

It was the box that the guest carried.

Why was the box placed outside? The young man showed a trace of doubt in his eyes and walked over.

The box is placed on the steps under the eaves, so that there is no rain, but even so, it should not be placed outside but in the house.

Standing in front of the box, the boy hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and opened the bamboo box.

Looking at the contents of the box, even this usually indifferent young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

There is a whole box of books, the books in it are even enough to fill several small bookshelves.

In these days, books were a rare thing, and there were only a few books in his home, most of which were left over from his father.

It can be said that he has never seen so many books put together several times in his life.

The boy's mouth moved, and the hands holding the box trembled.

He fixed his eyes on the book box, looking at the titles of the books on it, many of which he had never seen or even heard of.

This made this box of books even more attractive to this young man.

The body froze there for a moment, and looked in the guest room, there was no sound in the guest room.

His face flushed, his eyes were filled with shame, and he wanted to close the bookcase, but his hands stopped there again.

There is always an idea in my heart, just look at it, and put it back after reading it.

In the end, he couldn't hold back.

He took a book out of the book box, carefully lifted his clothes, sat on the edge of the book box, and read it.

Read it first, after reading it, I will apologize to the gentleman in the room tomorrow and let him punish me.

The clouds and rain in the sky parted slightly, revealing some moonlight, which shone on the young man kneeling beside the book box, slightly illuminating the book in his hand, so that he could see the writing on it clearly.

The book he held in his hand was called A Brief Introduction to Mathematics.

When he first looked at it, his brows were slightly frowned. The arithmetic on it was in a form he had never seen before, and there were many symbols he didn't recognize at all.

But as he understood it, he was soon immersed in it, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he lowered his head and thought hard from time to time.

Although the calculation method in this book is special, it is extremely convenient and simple, and the calculation according to the method in the book is much faster than conventional calculation.

If the arithmetic on it is extended enough to change the ancient arithmetic system, just a thin book is enough to be called a work on arithmetic.

The simple theory of arithmetic is not very thick, and it was only two hours after the young man finished reading it, and the sky was still dark.

He closed the book, and looked into the bookcase again, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

It’s just a book, if there are all such books in this box...

In his eyes, this bookcase at this time is simply a treasure that cannot be exchanged for a thousand dollars.

But then there was a burst of regret in my heart.

The guests in the guest room might leave tomorrow, so I might not even read a few of the books in this box.

Looking up at the sky, it would probably be dawn in a few hours, and the young man put the arithmetic brief in his hand back into the bookcase.

He was about to pick up the following book Introduction to Mathematics, which in his opinion should be a further explanation of Mathematics.

But his hand stopped again, instead of picking up the Introduction to Mathematics, he picked up the General Theory of Armor.

One night is too short, he can only choose to read more, his arithmetic is not good, and this is another kind of content that he has never learned before, just like learning from scratch.

It took him two hours to read a brief book on mathematics, which contained only dozens of pages, let alone more in-depth content.

If you don't look at some easier to understand first.

General Theory of Bingjia, the title of the book should be a book on military affairs.

Holding the book in his hands, the young man opened a page.

It is indeed a military book, and it is not that he has never read military theory before, and even read the fragmented copy of Sun Tzu's military book.

But this general theory of the art of war still made him sigh. It recorded several strategies for using troops that were quite unique, but they all had their own practicability.The text is simple and not blind, and people can quickly understand its meaning.

For example, he was deeply impressed by a sentence in the book used to summarize guerrilla tactics.

It is sixteen characters, the enemy advances and we retreat, the enemy camps and we harass, the enemy is tired and we attack, the enemy retreats and we pursue.

Time passed quickly, the boy sat by the bookcase and read it all night, until the next day the sky brightened.

Chapter 277 : Can scholars be called stealing?

It was getting brighter, and the clouds parted on one side.The sound of rain under the eaves was much quieter.

Only the drizzle was swaying, blown like fluff by the wind, and there was little sound when it landed on the ground.

There are puddles of water accumulated in the courtyard, and it is not known whether it is due to wind or rain, but the water surface fluctuates occasionally, making the reflection in it blurred.

On the thatched hut, the rainwater left over from beating all night slid down the roof, making a soft noise as it fell drop by drop.

The young man sitting there in front of the room was so engrossed in the book in his hand that he didn't notice it until dawn.

It must have been the sound of splashing water that startled the boy, and he raised his eyes from the book. It was dawn and the rain was about to stop.

The boy sat there for a while, and let out a long breath.

He looked regretfully at the bookcase next to him.

There is a sense of loss when you enter Baoshan but can only choose one or two, but the night has passed.

He only read a few books in one night, but what he got was enough to benefit him for a long time.

Holding the book in his hand, he knew that he was lucky to be able to read it, and he should not be greedy, but he still couldn't help but feel reluctant.

He was amazed at the amount of books contained in this bookcase. Apart from arithmetic and military theory, there were also law, medicine, Mohism, and miscellaneous studies in the books. Word.

According to the theory of a hundred schools of thought, the boy's eyes froze, and his hand holding the book paused.