Chapter Ninety-One: Digging for Gold!

"So, it's a very smart kid."

Qiao Yong looked at Zhang Liang with a grin.

Zhang Liang, who was born in Yushan Academy, immediately understood the meaning of Qiao Yong's words, for the children of Yushan, collecting the world's talents is their instinct, it is also a tradition, and it is also a beautiful talk!

Back then, Yun Zhao bought the best assistant in the whole Ming Dynasty at the price of forty catties of millet each, that is to say, Yun Zhao bought his Daming country with some insignificant millet seeds.

Therefore, if you see a smart child and let it go easily, it will be a crime for Zhang Liang, a child of Yushan.

He stroked the little boy's soft blonde hair and said, "What's your name?" ”

"Pierre Descartes."

Zhang Liang smiled and said to Descartes: "Your name is the same as the name of a scholar. ”

Descartes sniffled and said, "He's my maternal grandfather." ”

Qiao Yong was stunned for a moment, and immediately chased after Ke: "You say, your mother is the daughter of René Descartes?" As far as I know, this Mr. Descartes never married. ”

Descartes looked at Qiao Yong in confusion and said, "I don't know this." ”

Qiao Yong and Zhang Liang glanced at each other, they didn't think that this kid would talk nonsense, there must be something here.

At the beginning of Qiao Yong's arrival in Paris, he was very eager to get the famous mathematician Descartes to the Ming Dynasty, but unfortunately, Monsieur Descartes was not willing to leave France and go to the Far East.

On the one hand, his health is not good, on the other hand, Da Ming is too far away for him, and he even feels that he can't survive to Da Ming alive.

Sure enough, this winter, Mr. Descartes fell ill and became very ill......

The carriage finally came over the congested new bridge.

Qiao Yong said to Zhang Liang: "I'll go to the Palace of Versailles to see Prince Condé, and you and Gan Pet will go to this child's house to have a look." ”

Compared to going to the two-story red brick palace of Versailles, which had only twenty-six rooms, to meet the Prince of Condé, Qiao Yong felt that it seemed more important for Zhang Liang and Gan Chong to meet the little boy's mother.

Han Xiufen, the governor of Malacca of the Ming Dynasty, had reached an agreement with the French Nanyang Fleet, and Governor Jean Pierre welcomed the Ming Dynasty to work with them to develop the Tamil region, while Count Pierre also reached an agreement with the Ming Dynasty for ocean trade.

All this was known to the Prince of Condor, and it was also allowed, so Qiao Yong's entry into the Palace of Versailles to meet the Prince Condé was just a routine meeting, and there was no difficulty at all.

However, Mr. Descartes is different, this is the will of His Majesty the Ming Emperor a long time ago.

Unfortunately, Mr. Descartes is now sick and will not survive this winter.

Mr. Descartes is dead, but his study of coco will not die, and Mr. Descartes still has a huge number of manuscripts, and the value of this thing is priceless in the eyes of Zhang Liang and others.

There are only results in the open study, and there may be some explanations, but it is very brief, which is very unfavorable to the study of the study, and only by obtaining the original manuscript of Mr. Descartes, after sorting it out, can we closely follow Mr. Dicker's thinking, and then study something new.

It would be great if the child was really a descendant of Mr. Descartes, and Qiao Yong believed that the purpose of inheriting Mr. Descartes' manuscripts could be achieved through both official and private individuals.

As for Mr. Descartes' monetary legacy, neither Qiao Yong nor Zhang Liang looked at it.

Two carriages, one was taken away by Qiao Yong, and the other was used by Zhang Liang, and he was going to take the child to his house to have a look.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

The paved road was littered, with ribbons, strips of rags, broken feathers, candle oil from the lights, and scraps from public food stalls.

Many citizens wandered the streets, and cider and ale sellers rolled barrels through the crowds.

The shopkeeper stood at the door of the store and chatted and greeted people.

Everyone was talking about the criminals who were hanged today, and everyone was vying to see who could talk the most and laugh the most.

At this time, four mounted policemen came, and after a brief exchange, they followed behind Zhang Liang's carriage, all armed with stabbing swords and wearing scarlet cloaks.

On the west side of the Seine embankment, the old half-Gothic, half-Roman building called the Tower of Laurent, has a large hardcover prayer book in the corner of the front, placed under the eaves of the rain, separated by a fence, and can only reach in and read it, but cannot steal it.

Next to the prayer book was a small, pointed arched window, facing the square, with two crossed iron bars in the window, and inside was a room.

There are no doors in the room, and the window openings are the only openings that allow a little air and sunlight to let in, which are carved out of the thick walls on the ground floor of the old buildings.

Because of its proximity to the noisiest and most crowded square in Paris, and the people around it, this room is especially lonely.

"This cottage is famous in Paris."

Little Descartes seemed to be very familiar with this place, and he took the initiative to introduce them without Zhang Liang and them.

"Madame Lauland, the owner of the Lourent Tower, in order to mourn her father, who had died in battle against the Crusaders, had the cottage dug into the walls of her house, and kept herself in it forever.

The whole mansion was also given to the poor and to God. The grief-stricken noblewoman waited for death in this prepared grave for twenty years, praying day and night for her father's spirit, and falling into the dust while she slept, living only on the bread and water that the kind passers-by had placed on the edge of the window.

In this way, after giving to others, she also received alms. ”

Little Descartes's children's voice sounded very pleasant, but the content of the story fell on the ears of Zhang Liang and Gan Pet, but it became a different meaning, and even sent chills down their spines.

Zhang Liang, Gan Pet definitely didn't believe that Mrs. Rolland would do that, even if she was not in the right head, she would not do such a thing, then, the answer came out - there was only one possibility why she would do this, that is, someone else made a decision for her.

Behind all the great events in the world, there is a reason for him.

Just like Yun Zhao burned the IOU back then, there are follow-up reasons in it.

At least, it has absolutely nothing to do with nobility.

After Madame Rolande's death, the house became a place for the nuns and grandmothers, and sometimes homeless widows lived here, like Madame Rolande, hiding behind that little window, waiting for alms.

My mother and Emily lived here, and they never had enough to eat. ”

"What about your father?"

Zhang Liang couldn't help but sigh.

"My mother was a prostitute, long ago."

As soon as Little Descartes's words fell, Zhang Liang snorted and almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

"However, now that she has converted and become a devout believer, the grandmothers have helped her wash her soul and body with holy water, so she is now a practitioner."

As he spoke, the carriage came to the dark window, and little Descartes looked up at Zhang Liang and said, "Sir, can you give me a piece of bread?" I didn't get handouts today, I didn't steal bread, and Emily must have no food to eat. ”

Zhang Liang gave one of the mounted policemen a livre, and after a while, the mounted policeman brought back a lot of bread, which filled three baskets.

Little Descartes looked at the abundant food, his eyes were shining, he raised his head and looked up at the tall Zhang Liang and said, "Thank you, sir, thank you very much." ”

Then he took a basket, placed half of it on the window, let the aroma of the hot bread in the basket enter the window, and then said loudly, "Mother, this is the food I brought, you can eat it." ”

A few withered and dirty women's hands poked out of the dark window, and when their hands reached the basket, Descartes took it back and cried out again, "Mother, I have met a good Samaritan." ”

"You're the devil!"

A shrill woman's voice came from the window.

Little Descartes didn't care what his mother said, but drew a cross on his chest and said happily: "God forbid, mother, you are still alive, can I kiss Emily?" ”

"You devil, you deserve to be hanged!"

"Mother, I was almost hanged today, but I was saved by a few generous gentlemen."

"Hahaha, you're going to be someone's **, you damn devil."

Little Descartes had tears in his eyes and choked up, "Please, mother, give me Emily, and I will give you a lot, a lot of food, so that you can serve God for a long time." ”

"Fuck off, you devil, you've been the devil since you got out of here."

Zhang Liang couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, and said to the window of the black hole: "Little Descartes will not become a **, nor will he become a toy in the hands of others, he will go to school and university in the future, and become the greatest mathematician like his grandfather." ”

"Hahaha......" There was a terrible laugh from the dark room.

"To be a high-class man like Mr. Descartes?

Do you know what a high person is?

Do you believe that I am the daughter of Mr. Descartes?

Mr. Descartes himself did not believe in this absurd story, would you still be willing to accept this little devil? ”

Zhang Liang smiled, laughing just as loudly, and he said to the woman in the dark: "Little Descartes is a piece of gold buried in the soil, no matter how thick the soil is covered by it, it cannot hide the essence of his gold.

Madame, for your God's sake, give little Emily to little Descartes, and they may restore the essence of gold. ”

"You damned infidel, you deserve to be burned to death......"

Zhang Liang could tell that the woman in the room had gone crazy.

Little Descartes didn't really care about everything that happened in front of him, and when Zhang Liang finished speaking, he pushed the basket full of food into the window, listened attentively to the sound of fighting for food inside, and when the sound stopped, he lifted another basket and put it in the window and whispered: "There are sausages in here, bacon, butter, lard, do you want to eat them?" ”

"I want to eat ......"

There were a few eager voices from inside.

"Please send Emily out of the window, as long as you do, I have more food here, and I can give it all to you."

The room was silent, except for the hateful voice of little Mother Descartes.

"You damn devil, you are the devil, just like your devil father, you deserve to go to hell......"

Little Descartes took a sausage from the basket and threw it into the dark room.

At this time, his expression was very calm, his hands were very steady, and those sausages that made him salivate on weekdays were thrown out by him at this time, like throwing out firewood.