Xiong Ye is really good at mathematics. He can count how many people in the tribe and he will not made mistakes when he divides things.
But from 01 to 99...
He never thought of this before.
However, this can indeed be practiced. When will it be used?
Thinking about it, Xiong Ye began counting:"1, 2, 3..." The Priest Grandfather taught him to count 01 to 100, but such a number is easy to make mistakes, he will have ten numbers and count to ten to put a bunch. There are ten small piles that are one hundred, put together into a pile, and then count the next one hundred...
Finally, the results are counted out and Xiong Ye immediately looks at Zhou, wants to say his own results, but finds that Zhou has already fell asleep.
He has a dim itch but Zhou is not comfortable...
Xiong Ye simply lay down on the bed to be self-sufficient. He used to do this before and after he became a partner with Zhou, he changed his mind to help him.
In fact, I didn't fell a sleep Zhou Ji: "......"
Being busy by himself, Xiong Ye saw Zhou opened his eyes and went over to Zhou Ji, said: "! Zhou, you feel me,"
Zhou Ji at him and reached out. Xiong Ye hugged him and shouted softly.
When the it was is over, Xiong Ye does not want to get up comfortably, but he is pinched and pinched by Zhou Ji: "I asked you to calculate the question, have you figured it out?"
"Calculated!" Xiong Ye.
"How much?"
Xiong Ye got up from the bed and went to look at his wooden sticks. Finally, "It’s forty-nine hundred plus fourty-nine!"
"Wrong, it should be forty -nine. One hundred and fifty. "Zhou Ji, people in the tribe generally do not know too many numbers, so they only count to one hundred and then a few hundred say so.
Modern people estimate that it is very troublesome to be so tossed, but it is quite good for people to smoothly count to one hundred. Zhou Ji remembers to say ninety-nine words in French, to say four twenty plus ten plus nine...
"Why ?? Xiong Ye looked at Zhou inexplicably: Have you counted? I haven't seen you counted!"
Such a powerful topic, Zhou Ji, he should see a lot of wooden sticks.
"No need to count, I will know the answer when I think about it." Zhou Ji.
Think about it in your heart? Xiong Ye looked at Zhou Ji in shock: "Is the Beast God telling you?"
Zhou Ji: "...you think too much."
"How do you know that?"
"Are you not separated before? The heap is one, the last pile of ninety-nine, the two piles are added together, is it one hundred?" Zhou Ji slowly said the algorithm, his parents attached great importance to education, he was sent to the Olympic class when he was very young. This kind of topic was used in the beginning of the Olympics.
Xiong Ye suddenly realized that, he had re-arranged it and found that it was forty-nine hundred plus one fifty.
As for why he was wrong before, probably accidentally lost a piece of accurate.
After making the topic, Xiong Ye once again said: "We are really smart!"
"Do you want me to teach you?" Zhou Ji asked.
Xiong Ye: "Yes! But I haven't learned it yet?" He learned this topic and can give it to the Priests!
"You only learned an algorithm. I will go out again. I have caught eight dinosaurs. These eight dinosaurs, some of which are two feet, some of which are four feet, add up to a total of twenty-two feet. How many dinosaurs with two legs inside, a few four-legged dinosaurs?" Zhou Ji, the classic Olympiad chicken rabbit came together.
Xiong Ye didn't know the Olympiad question. He took out twenty-two wooden sticks and started to swing...
This question is so straightforward, it is not difficult. After each of the eight dinosaurs gave two legs, the rest of the four legs were added.
Xiong Ye is somewhat proud, and the result...
Zhou Ji said: "If I grabbed a 100 dinosaurs in total, a total of 300 plus twenty legs?"
Xiong Ye fiddled with the calculations before, and found it very interesting. Say it's stunned - how about this? And... "You can't catch so many dinosaurs! And the people in our tribe can't catch them together."
Zhou Ji laughed: "I will give you a fish soup. After you drink half a bowl, I will pour you Full, you drink half a bowl and I fill you up again. You drink half a bowl and I fill it up again. This time you drink the fish soup. How many bowls of fish soup do you drink?”
Xiong Ye didn’t even get it.: "Why do you count this?"
"A dinosaur can eat half of the grass in the grass a year. How long does it take to get all the grass?"
"I know this!" Xiong Ye said: "Two years!"
"Wrong!" Zhou said: "The grass is the president, it is impossible to finish it in two years." This is indeed the case! Xiong Ye looked at Zhou Ji with admiration. Zhou is really too powerful and too smart.
Zhou Ji used the primary school mathematics and brain teasers to toss the primordial person. “Come, I will teach you to count. To become a qualified Chief, you should learn more.”
“Good! Do you want to teach the Priest?" Xiong Ye didn't dare to say that he had already learned this, but he thought of the Priests - the Priests always liked to learn these things.
"I don't feel well, I can't teach too many people." Zhou Ji.
"Then teach me a good one!" Xiong Ye decided to learn by himself, and then taught the priest.
"Then I will teach you to write numbers first." Zhou Ji.
"Write?" Xiong Ye is puzzled.
"Yes, write." Zhou Ji took out a piece of charcoal that he used to use as a pen, and gave it to Xiong Ye: "Take this."
Xiong Ye took the piece of charcoal and began to write numbers under the guidance of Zhou Ji.
Zhou actually thought of a word for every number. It was really amazing. He was even better than the previous Priest.
Xiong Ye looked at Zhou Ji admiringly, while using his own big hand, holding charcoal and writing slowly in the cave.
Zhou Ji said: "You don't write this '8'well. I will hold your handwriting."
"Okay!" Xiong Ye promised, and then he was held by Zhou Ji.
His hands are rough, but the hands of Zhou... are really tender and special!
Xiong Ye had some heart and soul, and then he heard Zhou Ji said: "You didn't concentrate on writing, I will give you a little punishment."
"What punishment?" Xiong Ye asked.
Zhou Ji used charcoal to draw a circle on Xiong Ye's face.
Xiong Ye is not clear - is this a punishment? It’s not painful...
Then he was painted several circles on his face, and later he even painted on his body...
Xiong Ye didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. Zhou’s teaching to him was mostly known to the Beast God. Know how. In the past, he was not as good at learning as the Priests. If he could not learn well, he would be beaten. Now he is not good at drawing a circle. What is this?
Xiong Ye "哼哧哼哧" learned an afternoon, learned the Arabic numerals from one to nine, and slipped one to one hundred.
At this time, Xiong He’s voice sounded up: “Eat!”
Xiong Ye immediately ran out: “We are going to eat, I’m going to eat again!”
Zhou Ji: “...” This guy forgot to wash his face.!
Zhou Ji is too lazy to go down and lie down directly.
When Xiong Ye heard the sound of eating, he was excited. He forget the things on his face and remembered it until he was outside.
However, he did not take it seriously. If he forgot to forget it, he would have something to paint on his face, and he wouldn’t be embarrassed, and it would not affect his actions!
However, the people in the tribe saw him like this, but they were surprised: "Xiong Ye, what is the thing on your face?"
"It's a circle, Zhou gave me a picture." Xiong Ye.
"The painting is so beautiful! Xiong Ye is like this, it looks very beautiful!" Xiong Qi praised: "Look at this circle, many rounds, both sides are still the same round!"
Zhou Ji used charcoal to draw a circle for Xiong Ye, Not a doodle, pay attention to a symmetry, this time Xiong Ye face a circle, looking particularly mysterious!
The Priests have come over: "Xiong Ye, why did you draw a circle in your face?" Is this a strange ceremony, or a sacrifice?
"When Zhou Ji taught me to count, I painted it." Xiong Ye originally wanted to say that he didn't learn to paint him, but he didn't want people to know that he was stupid, and he simply said nothing.
"Count?" The Priest was curious.
"It is counting." Xiong Ye looked at the priest: "Grandpa Priest, do you know that one plus two plus three has been added to ninety-nine is equal?"
"This is a bit difficult, I have to calculate slowly, and the wooden stick is I'm afraid, Not enough.” The Priest began to look for wooden sticks.
Xiong Ye said: "It's actually very simple, so count..." He said it again.
The Priest was shocked at once, but could it still be like this? so amazing!
Especially... Xiong Ye actually wrote the numbers on the ground!
Can the original number be represented by such a symbol? It is really convenient! He always used wooden sticks to write. If you want to write, he will draw a few wooden sticks... It is particularly hard.
The expression of the Priest was excited, and looking at the circle on the face of Xiong Ye was like seeing a pile of treasures.
The Priest looked reverently at the circle on Xiong Ye's face.
Zhou Ji did not want to go to the following tribes to mix, he got some barley porridge, and began to miss like a bird.
When he eat fish every day, he feel that the fish is not good. He wants to eat some other meat.
There was nothing to do today. Zhou Ji did not use his mental strength to observe the situation in the foothills. Until someone climbed to the door of his cave, he turned his head and saw the old face of the Priest.
The Priest grinned at him, revealing the gums with only a few teeth left: "Zhou, you also draw a few circles for me, I also want to learn the knowledge of the Beast God!"
Zhou Ji: "..." Xiong Ye, What did you say below?
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