Datang: My bedroom is the same as Changle's boudoir

"By the way, Uncle, this is my housekeeper, Sun Mingliang."

Chang Sun Chong also introduced Mo Wuhen to his housekeeper.

After finishing speaking, he ran to the side to solve the crab legs in his hand.

"Greetings to Mr. Mo, and His Royal Highness Princess Changle!"

The eldest grandson Mingliang also bowed his hands to Mo Wuhen and the two of them one by one.

Before coming, Chang Sun Chong also told him everything.

Although I didn't really want to come, after all, it was my young master who said it, so I definitely wanted to save face.

"Mr. Mo, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice!"

Changsun Mingliang didn't know what level Mo Wuhen was, and thought that Mo Wuhen would just talk on paper.

Therefore, Changsun Mingliang wanted to let him go back and continue to be his housekeeper on the grounds of lack of food.

"Don't worry about this, go to the warehouse to see for yourself, it's enough for you!"

Of course, Changsun Mingliang doesn't believe in this evil, and it's not like he hasn't been here before.

When I came last time, the mice were moving, so how could there be food.

Changsun Mingliang went to the back warehouse to ask for evidence with a look of indignation, and then returned to Mo Wuhen with a look of bewilderment.

Looking at a warehouse full of grain, Changsun Mingliang knew that he would definitely stay here for the next few days.

At the eldest grandson's house, he was popular and hot, but coming here, he must be exhausted.

[Eldest Sun Mingliang's resentment value +999]
Mo Wuhen didn't care at all, he had plenty of ways to interest his grandson Mingliang.

"Come on, let me teach you something!"

A few people were a little curious, so they gathered around.

Mo Wuhen took out a piece of paper and a pen from his backpack.

Then began to write "630411708."

Except for Li Lizhi who knew what it was, Chang Sun Chong and Chang Sun Mingliang were at a loss.

Chang Sun Chong only felt that the quality of the paper was good, and this pen was very novel, so he wanted to come here.

"Is this a ghost painting talisman? Could it be used to ward off evil spirits?"

The eldest grandson Mingliang felt that Mo Wuhen had written a spell.

Mo Wuhen had to admire the brain circuits of the ancients.

"This is called the Changle number, corresponding to zero to nine."

Mo Wuhen felt that calling Changle Number was not at all inconsistent.

After all, the Arabic numerals were invented by the Indians and only spread by the Arabs.

So now it is Mo Wuhen who introduced it to Datang, so it is not wrong for him to call Arabic numerals Changle numbers.

"There are too many strokes from zero to nine in Chinese characters, and it takes a lot of effort to write, but using Changle numbers can obviously save a lot of time."

"Indeed it is!"

Changsun Mingliang touched his beard, and also affirmed Mo Wuhen's statement.

"But, that's not the point!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Wuhen took out another computer from his bag.

"I'll teach you how to use this!"

"Return to zero!"

Mo Wuhen pressed the reset button, and the computer beeped instantly, startling the few people.

"This... is this a fairy artifact? Why... why there is a woman's voice inside."

Obviously frightened, he sat down on the ground.

Chang Sun Chong pointed at the computer and stuttered.

"Yes, that's right, this is a fairy weapon. If you are disobedient, your soul will be captured!"

Li Lizhi became playful and threatened Chang Sun Chong.

"Uncle! I'm the most obedient! Don't lock me in!"

What Chang Sun Chong frightened was that he hugged Mo Wuhen's thigh directly, trembling all over, afraid that Mo Wuhen would take his soul away if he was unhappy.

"Lizhi, stop teasing him."

"Besides, my eldest nephew almost peed his pants in fear."

Mo Wuhen simply said a few words to Li Lizhi, but he didn't get angry.

After all, he still likes Xiao Lizhi, who is a bit dark-bellied.

"Can't this suck my soul?"

Chang Sun Chong was obviously still a little scared and didn't dare to get too close.

"It's okay, this is just a special technique used to make the sound appear inside."

"It's like some musical instruments, once you pull it and blow it, there will be a sound."

Of course, in order to prevent commotion in the afternoon, Mo Wuhen simply turned off his voice.

"Watch me do it next!"

Mo Wuhen taught the eldest and Sun Chong how to use the computer hand in hand.

"understand?"

"Got it! Got it!"

The two nodded, indicating that they had learned.

"Then if you have done a good job these few days, this will be for you."

When Changsun Chong and Changsun Mingliang heard this, they were immediately excited.

Such a thing can be called a fairy product, Chang Sun Chong feels that this can be passed down as a family heirloom.

But Changsun Mingliang felt that if he took it back, then Changsun Wuji might not reward him much.

The passion between the two was instantly ignited, and they wished they could start business immediately.