Chapter 93: Poor people should not recognize relatives

"Mr. Descartes seems to be alive."

"I'm almost dead, only one breath is left."

"How can you still get so angry at us with just one breath?"

"Yes, Mr. Descartes has a deep prejudice against us. He would rather burn all his manuscripts than hand them over to us. We bribed several Mr. Descartes' students in the hope of getting his manuscript... Unfortunately, the old man who was originally not familiar with the world became extremely wise before his death, and seemed to have insight into all the darkness in the world."

"Do you think Descartes can succeed?"

"I think it's OK. If Descartes takes his sister with him, he will be more successful..."

"Since that's the case, we should release Little Descartes to comfort the old Descartes' desperate heart."

"So, what we do is a good thing, right?"

"Absolutely, we Yushan people still have awe of knowledge."

"Yes, we are helping poor Descartes, with absolutely no intention of coveting his manuscript."

"Actually, we can create a fire or another disaster... to express our respect to Mr. Descartes!"

Descartes felt that he was about to die.

There seemed to be a ball of cotton in his lungs forever, which made him unable to breathe freely or cough happily. His hands were already on the desk, but he had to move them away because as long as he sat down, breathing would become more difficult.

The sunlight outside the house is extremely bright, with golden old walls under the warm sun, cruise ships passing through the Seine, colorful flower windows in Notre Dame Cathedral, and the royal flags flying on the Palace of Versailles all look so vivid.

Only he - Descartes is about to die, like an old cat with mottled fur, a skinny and lame dog, walking through the cold streets, trying hard to find its last habitat.

In the damp and cold stone walls, there are ten thousand ghosts hidden. As long as someone passes by, there will always be a scent of coldness.

"Bella—"

Descartes shouted loudly, but his voice seemed to be blocked in his throat by a piece of rag? He was so deep and powerful.

He rang a copper bell on the table, and immediately? A girl wearing a big white apron walked in? No need for Mr. Descartes to help him lie on the bed.

"Bella? Paris' romance, elegance, confusion, dreaminess, solemnity, holy, tranquility, noise... has nothing to do with me, which makes me a little scared? Do you know? I am not afraid of death, but the mediocrity of death."

"You are not mediocre. You are a famous scholar. Do you go to this street to ask? Everyone says you are an amazing person."

"Haha? I've only been back for three years, and the people here don't know me yet. Did YONBEL go to see my cemetery? I hope he can find me a cemetery that is sunny. In the Netherlands for twenty years, my legs were blown by the sea breeze? I'm afraid of the cold."

Bella skillfully covered Mr. Descartes with a thick blanket and stroked his hands on Mr. Descartes' forehead that was covered with only a few thin hairs? He whispered: "You are a great man, and everyone says so."

"I know I am a good person? I am just too lonely. When I was young, I thought women were synonymous with trouble? Marrying a woman is like raising a group of geese? I never think about quieting down in my life.

Now that I am old? I realized that quietness is a torture.”

Hearing Descartes say this, Bella exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands and said, "You have never been married in your life?"

Descartes smiled and said, "No."

"Not even a lover? This is incredible."

"Oh, there are still lovers. You know, men will inevitably be driven by lust when they are young and do something irrational. However, after sweetness, only suffering is left."

"It's time for you to go to bed." Bella picked up a big feather beside the bed and gently whipped Descartes' face. After a while, Descartes fell into a deep sleep.

Not far from the white house where Descartes lived, there is also a large gray stone building.

This place was originally the city hall, but since it was sold to a group of Ming people, it has become the Ming embassy in France.

In a very ornate wooden house, a woman with pale face and long golden hair curled up on her shoulders, a pair of big eyes showed a melancholy look, pink lips and snow-white hands were correcting the little Descartes's dining posture.

A monocle glasses were hanging on her chest, which were bound by thin silver chains, and they jumped naughtyly on her white chest.

Her waist was very thin, which made her huge skirt look like a blooming lily. With her towering bun, no one would doubt her identity as a female teacher in the palace.

"Don't put the white silk after Descartes wipes his mouth, and throw it away at will. Your maid will help you clean up."

Little Descartes, dressed in precious silk, nodded arrogantly, then picked up silk and dipped the corner of his mouth again, and then threw the silk on the table, looking arrogant and unreasonable.

Emily sat on the other side of the long table, with a huge bow tied on her golden hair and a pink puffy dress. These outfits set off Emily, who was originally skinny, like a doll.

She is now attacking a huge butter cake, eating her face full of food, but that's it, their etiquette teacher Emma turned a blind eye to her, but she didn't miss any minor mistakes from Little Descartes.

Little Descartes was very smart, and it could even be said to be very smart. In just three days, his aristocratic etiquette was flawless.

"Emily is still young, no matter how rude she is, she should do it. She doesn't like eating with a spoon and likes to grab it with her hands. This is very consistent with the identity of a child of her age.

Descartes, you can’t!”

Little Descartes nodded, pushed away the exquisite dining plate in front of him, stood up, looked down at the tight socks tied to his calves, and then looked at the calfskin shoes with a daisy inlaid, and said to Emma: "I don't like these things."

Emma smiled and said, "You have to get used to it and be familiar with your new accent. However, Mr. Descartes has been wandering outside for twenty years, so he does not understand the accent of the upper class in Paris. You can do it as long as you practice hard."

The tall wooden door was pushed open, and Zhang Liang walked in in a blue shirt and said to Little Descartes: "You should learn to calculate."

Little Descartes left with Zhang Liang, and Emma could only watch the beautiful child follow the strange Ming people to the next door. I heard that in that house, Little Descartes had to study for ten hours a day.

Suddenly, Emma screamed, and Emily, who was eating the cake, raised her head in confusion, only saw Emma being taken away by a man in blue. She had long been used to it, so she threw the cake, climbed onto the long table on a stool, pulled out a roast chicken from a silver plate, and ate it hard.

Zhang Liang was so satisfied with Descartes that he was no longer satisfied. This child was actually a literate person and had a very high talent in math. In one month, he had already gained a certain understanding of elementary school math.

In another month, the plan should be implemented.

"Teacher, are we really going to look for my grandfather?"

"Yes, we need your grandfather's manuscript very much. He is a very great man. Unfortunately, he is a little narrow-minded. You should understand that knowledge has no borders and it belongs to each of us.

Therefore, through this gentle means, we obtain Mr. Descartes' manuscript, publish it into a book, and finally spread his knowledge to every corner of the world."

"He is an old man who is about to die. The gentlemen are all very strong. Why not force him to take him?"

"Learning is different from gold and silver or other things. If Mr. Descartes is reluctant or unwilling, there will definitely be many traps in the manuscript he left behind.

These traps will make us, those of us who study knowledge, pay a heavy price in the end, so we would rather use soft means than hard means.

Besides, you may be Mr. Descartes' grandson, and it is true to seek Mr. Descartes' manuscript. At the same time, we also want Mr. Descartes to know that before his death, he has a grandson and a granddaughter."

"My mother said, I'm not."

"What if it is? You must know that your talent in mathematics is just the same as your grandfather, which is a clear proof!"

"Okay, I will be Mr. Descartes' grandson."

Zhang Liang laughed and said, "Don't worry, this will be an incredible experience for you."

Little Descartes also smiled and continued to bury his mind into math learning.

In the past month, Descartes, little, always felt that he was dreaming and he lived a life that even aristocrats could not reach. A certain French emperor once vowed to let every Frenchman live a life of a chicken on a plate.

It was obvious that the emperor did not do it, and France became increasingly poor, and since he was on a gallows, this wonderful life suddenly came.

Emily has endless food every day, endless chicken, endless milk, and endless beautiful clothes to wear. In this castle built by limestone, Emily has undoubtedly become a princess, and the only princess.

In the evening, after dinner, Little Descartes and Mr. Zhang Liang were walking on the grass outside the castle. Emily jumped and followed ahead, and Teacher Emma was guarding Emily.

In the past, Teacher Emma was always alone, but today is different. Mr. Gan Chong held Teacher Emma's hand tightly, and seemed reluctant to throw it away.

"I'm ready sir."

Little Descartes whispered to Zhang Liangdao.

Zhang Liang shook his head and said, "The poor little Descartes will be suspected and criticized when he goes to see Descartes' grandfather. Everyone will say that you are for Mr. Descartes' wealth.

However, the wealthy little Descartes sat in a luxurious carriage, took many servants, and brought a lot of money to Mr. Descartes, and handed over the large amount of money to Mr. Descartes for him to save.

Then, even if you are not Mr. Dekar's grandson, people will consider you to be his grandson.

You should know that this has nothing to do with Mr. Descartes' character, but only with people's habits.

The so-called poor in the downtown area is no one to ask about, but the wealthy in the deep mountains has distant relatives!”
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