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Although Chen Xiansong's strange smile scared the group of people ahead, as long as they were smart creatures, they could communicate. He mentioned that the two of them were lost and wanted to find the nearest city to settle in. He hoped that the big brothers on the other side could take them to a distance.

Because after thousands of years of change, although it is still the same language, the semantics of many words have changed. Chen Xiansong felt that the Han tone of this group of mercenaries was strange, and the mercenaries also felt that Chen Xiansong's common language was not very authentic.

A weak boy and a beautiful girl, no matter how you look at this combination, you will be harmless. The mercenaries reported the situation. The regiment commander ran over and asked a few questions, and then they joined the team. The fire pile that had not yet been completely extinguished in the middle of the merchant group was burning again. Chen Xiansong and Bai Min sat aside, watching the flames fluttering around by the evening breeze.

A large group of people surrounded them, all of whom came to watch the beautiful Bai Min. Most of the mercenaries were thick men and had no chance to receive any education, and they had no chance to receive a high school. Although Bai Min was wearing a man's mercenary dress, just from his flawless face and his slender fingers as thin as jade onions, the mercenaries agreed that this was definitely a girl from a noble family, and there were also beautiful girls in the farmhouse, but they definitely did not have such good skin.

As for Chen Xiansong, the mercenaries saw that he was also delicate and weak, so they naturally thought that he was a noble young man. Most of the two little guys elope from their homes. They heard the poets parading in the Mercenary Guild talk about such things, and the most famous one was the love story of the first generation of King Solomon and his queen elopement when they were young.

The mercenary group that can be hired by the big merchant group is generally of excellent reputation and good character. The leader sat not far from the two of them, teasing the firewood while asking curiously: "Little guy, what's going on with your eyes? I've never stopped crying since I saw you, but looking at you, I don't seem to be crying."

Chen Xiansong wiped the tears from his face and said stiffly: "A small problem occurs every once in a while, which affects your mood? If so, I'm sorry."

"Haha, of course not. If blood flows out of your eyes, I will be afraid of a little bit. What's the matter with shedding tears." The leader touched the dense beard on his chin: "By the way, uncle, my name is Aslan, what are your names?"

"Chen Xiansong."

Bai Min looked at Aslan without saying anything. She leaned against the boy and looked around from time to time. Aslan actually always paid attention to her. This is not surprising. Anyone with a normal mentality would peek at the beauty unconsciously. He could understand the girl's concerns. After all, almost all the merchants and mercenary groups were men. A delicate and beautiful little girl who was surrounded by so many big men would definitely be embarrassed and scared.

Bai Min was afraid that someone would hurt Chen Xiansong, so she was on guard and was unwilling to talk and was distracted. Chen Xiansong knew this and said to her: "Her name is Bai Min, and she is my subordinate."

"Subordinate?" Aslan was a little surprised, but soon thought of an explanation, the nobles were divided into different levels. The girl's identity may not be as good as a boy, and the gap should be huge. The two fell in love and were incompatible. They were obstructed by the boy's family, and then they made an appointment to elope.

Soon Aslan was a little worried again that the children of the two noble families must be better at learning and other aspects than ordinary civilians, but now the world is dark. Let’s not talk about whether the two little guys can support themselves, just say that the little girl is so beautiful that people want to commit crimes. It’s okay to meet them. If she meets other mercenary groups or other organizations that do not have any concerns, she can guess what kind of treatment she will be treated without thinking.

Aslan thought about it for a while and made a decision. He asked seriously: "Chen Xiansong, look at your name and look at your appearance. You and Bai Min should be both from the Zhendan Empire, right?"

"Zhendan Empire?" Chen Xian's eyebrows shook, and he reached out and broke a firewood branch from the side, and wrote two Song Dynasty Chinese characters on the sand: "This "Zhendan"?"

Aslan looked down for a while, then raised her head and smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, I can't read. These two words are very beautiful, and they are common texts. Among our mercenary groups, only Campbell can read, but she is still sleeping in the car. Women are always afraid that lack of sleep will affect her appearance."

"I am also from the Zhendan Empire." Da Tie shouted loudly from the side, then squatted and moved forward a few steps, holding a spear, and sitting next to the commander with a smile. He had long wanted to be closer to the girl with long black hair and white face. He used to think Campbell was very beautiful, but now he felt that Campbell was not good-looking at all, especially her short yellow hair, which was compared with the girl's black satin-like long hair in front of him, was like a wheat pole after autumn harvest, thick and rough.

Aslan knew the psychology of the little boy Da Tie, and he was also young. He gently stroked the head of this little guy with a revealing mind. He thought to himself: Child, you don’t have a chance. Knowledge is much more important than force, and identity is even more important. Ordinary civilians just marry a farm girl honestly. Living a stable life is the bottom line.

Aslan sighed in his heart, then picked up the fire, making the almost extinguished flame prosperous, and then continued to ask: "Chen Xiansong, what are your plans after you arrive at the nearest city?"

Chen Xiansong threw the firewood branches in his hand into the fire and said, "It depends on the situation. Find a job first, and you have to support yourself first. Uncle Aslan, I feel that you seem to have something to say, so you might as well say it."

Aslan didn't find it strange that his thoughts were seen through by everyone. The nobles were good at guessing people's thoughts, and it was normal for the children of noble families to have such talents. He smiled and said, "If you don't have any goals, you can stay in our mercenary group for the time being. We need logistics personnel who can read and calculate. I wonder if you are interested?"

Chen Xiansong thought for a while and nodded: "I only know this...common writing, can it work?"

"Enough." Aslan smiled: "What will your little girlfriend?"

"Little girlfriend?" Chen Xiansong's brain crashed. After a while, he understood who Aslan was referring to. He looked at Bai Min beside him. She should be his only friend now, and it shouldn't matter to be a girlfriend. He was neither sure nor deny at the moment, but replied: "Bai Min has very strong computing power."

"Computational power?" Aslan's eyes lit up: "There should be no problem with complex calculations within a thousand digits?"

Chen Xiansong was stunned for a moment: "The complex calculations within a thousand digits? I don't quite understand this statement. Uncle, can you give an example?"

Aslan shouted back: "Kira, go and get the account book in our group, hurry up."

Not long after, a big man with a sweaty and sour smell carefully brought a thick stack of sheepskin rolls and handed them to Chen Xiansong. He opened the first page and twitched a little on his face. Then he looked down one by one. When he turned to the end, he suddenly closed all the sheepskin rolls in his hand and said, "If it was just this level, I didn't even need Bai Min, I could solve it. Let Bai Min calculate these things, it would be too useless."

The chip in Bai Min's brain can even analyze the mathematical structure calculation "e8" that has troubled humans for a long time in one minute. The so-called thousand-digit calculations in this stack of parchment paper are just simple addition and subtraction, and even multiplication and division. However, what Chen Xiansong was curious about was that the writing symbols in the parchment scroll were actually the Ah-Bo numerals they used in the new human era.

Bai Min said that these people were close relatives of chimpanzees, so why did they use Arabic numerals? Also, their so-called common language is obviously Chinese in the New Human Age. Chen Xiansong estimated that a group of people's blood had been passed down in the New Human Age and brought this knowledge. Where are they now?

Chen Xiansong did not rush to ask Aslan for his doubts. He believed that his primary goal was to integrate into the current society and the current human community. As long as he became a part of these people, he would have the opportunity to inquire in the future.

When Aslan heard this, he laughed happily: "It's great. Campbell only knows how to calculate within a hundred digits. Now the mercenary group's account is getting thicker and thicker, and she is a little overwhelmed." Originally, he just wanted his two children to join their mercenary group and protect them for a while. He did this, not just a purely kindness. No matter how the children of the nobles elope, they will still return home one day. If they can get their favor or friendship during the time when they encounter difficulties, then maybe when they return to the family, they will take care of their mercenary group from time to time.

Nobles need connections, business groups need connections, and mercenary groups also need connections. It is easy to have acquaintances, but it is true wherever they are placed.

But unexpectedly, the abilities of these two children were completely beyond his imagination. One was proficient in general literature and the other was proficient in calculating. They were popular everywhere they went, but they didn't expect them to meet them.

"Will you join our mercenary group temporarily?" Aslan said nervously: "I will not restrict your freedom. You can do whatever you want to leave."

Chen Xiansong thought for a moment, turned his head and asked Bai Min: "What suggestions do you have?"

"Assuming the command of the superiors!"

Chen Xiansong wiped the water marks on his face again and said, "No problem, then we will call you Mr. Leader from now on."

"Don't be so polite, just call me Uncle Aslan."

When Da Tie heard the two of them joining the mercenary group, he couldn't help laughing. He didn't have much thought, but he just felt that it was great that the girl in front of him would be willing to stay and he could see her every day.

Chen Xiansong handed the parchment in his hand back to Aslan and asked, "Uncle, are there very few people who can read and count?"

Hearing this, Aslan knew that the boy in front of him rarely left his house. He sighed, "Small, very few. Even among the nobles, only a small number of people can write well. Paper is expensive and cannot be learned by the common people, and no one can teach them. As for counting, in addition to the nobles, there are also directors of the business troupe and a small number of assistants who can learn it. Generally speaking, they are not willing to teach outsiders. After all, this is a good skill. As long as you count and count on the paper, you can eat enough and support the family. It is much better than those of us mercenaries who come and go in the wind and rain."

Chen Xiansong turned his head and asked Bai Min: "Who do you have any thoughts when you hear this?"

"Dark Ages!"

Chen Xiansong nodded: "I feel this way. I have read history books for a while. I forgot the specific time. In addition to frequent wars, the characteristics of the Dark Age are low cultural dissemination, and civilians do not even have the opportunity to receive education. The writing and skills are the rights of the nobles. I used to think it was just an exaggerated description of history by later generations. Now it seems that it should be true."
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