Chapter Ninety-Three: The Poor Don't Recognize Their Relatives

"Mr. Descartes seems to be alive."

"I'm almost dead, and I just have one breath left."

"How can you lose your temper at us so much with only one breath left?"

"Yes, Mr. Descartes was so prejudiced against us that he would rather burn all his manuscripts than hand them over to us, and we bribed a few of Mr. Descartes' students in the hope of getting his manuscripts...... It's a pity that the old gentleman, who was originally ignorant of the world, became extremely wise before he died, and seemed to be able to see all the darkness in the world. ”

"Do you think Descartes Jr. will succeed?"

"I think it's okay, if you let Descartes bring her sister to be more successful......"

"In that case, we should let out little Descartes to comfort the desperate heart of old Descartes."

"So, we're doing a good thing, aren't we?"

"Absolutely, we Yushan people still have a sense of awe for learning."

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

"Actually, we can create a fire or something...... to pay tribute to Mr. Descartes! ”

Descartes felt like he was dying.

There seemed to be a ball of cotton wool in his lungs forever, so that he could not breathe freely, nor could he cough happily, and his hands were already on the desk, but he had to move away, because as soon as he sat down, it would be more difficult for him to breathe.

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

Only he, Descartes, was dying, like an old cat with mottled fur, a skinny old dog with a lame leg, roaming the cold streets, trying to find his last habitat.

In the damp, cold shadow of the stone wall, it seems that ten thousand ghosts are hidden, and whenever someone passes by, there will always be one cold smell after another.

"Bella—"

Descartes shouted loudly, but his voice was as low as a rag in his throat.

He rang a brass bell on the table, and immediately a girl in a large white apron entered, and helped him to lie down on the bed without being commanded by Mr. Descartes.

"Bella, the romance, elegance, mystery, dreaminess, solemnity, holiness, tranquility, and noise of Paris. It's all about me, it makes me a little scared, you know, I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of the mediocrity of death. ”

"You are not mediocre, you are a famous scholar, you go to this street and ask, and everyone says that you are a great person."

"Hehe, I've only been back for three years, and the people here don't know me yet, have Yongbel gone to see my grave? I hope he can find me a sunny cemetery, in the Netherlands twenty years, my leg was broken by the sea breeze, afraid of the cold. ”

Bella skillfully covered Mr. Descartes with a thick blanket, stroked Mr. Descartes' forehead, which was covered only by a few sparse hairs, and said softly: "You are a great man, everyone says so." ”

"I know I'm a good person, but I'm too lonely, when I was young, I thought women were synonymous with trouble, marrying a woman back is like raising a flock of geese, and I don't want to be quiet again for the rest of my life.

Now that I'm older, I realize that silence is a kind of torture. ”

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

Descartes laughed, "No." ”

"Not even a lover? It's incredible. ”

"Oh, there are still lovers, you know, men will inevitably be urged by lust to do some irrational things when they are young, but after sweetness, all that remains is distress."

"It's time for you to go to bed." Bella picked up a large feather beside the bed and gently brushed it on Descartes' face, and in a few moments Descartes fell into a deep sleep.

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

It was originally the location of the town hall, but since it was sold to a group of Ming people, it has become the embassy of the Ming in France.

In a very richly decorated wooden house, a woman with a pale face, long blond hair curled over her shoulders, a pair of large eyes with a melancholy look, pink lips, and snow-white hands correcting the posture of little Descartes for dinner.

She had a monocle hanging from her chest, and the glasses were bound by a thin silver chain, and they jumped mischievously across her fair chest.

Her waist was thin, which made her huge skirt resemble a blooming lily, and with her towering bun, no one would doubt her status as a courtess.

"Don't put up the white silk after Descartes wipes your mouth, throw it away, your maid will clean it up for you."

Little Descartes, dressed in precious silk clothes, nodded arrogantly, picked up the silk again and touched the corners of his mouth, and then threw the silk silk on the table, looking arrogant and a little unreasonable.

Emily sat on the other side of the long table, her blonde hair tied with a large bow, and a pink tutu dress that set off the bony Emily like a doll.

She was now attacking a huge cream cake, eating all over her face, but just like that, their etiquette teacher Emma turned a blind eye to the slightest mistake of little Descartes.

Descartes the Younger was smart, even very smart, and in just three days, his aristocratic etiquette was already flawless.

"Emily is still young, no matter how rude she behaves, she doesn't like to eat with a spoon, she likes to eat with her hands, which is very appropriate for a child of her age.

Descartes, you can't! ”

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

Emma laughed, "You have to get used to it, and you have to get familiar with your new accent, but Monsieur Descartes has been wandering for twenty years, so he doesn't know the accent of Parisian high society, and you can be fine if you practice diligently." ”

The tall wooden door was pushed open, and Zhang Liang walked in in a green shirt and said to little Descartes, "You should learn arithmetic." ”

Little Descartes left with Zhang Liang, and Emma could only watch the beautiful boy follow this strange Ming man to the next door, and I heard that in that house, little Descartes studied for ten hours a day.

Suddenly, Emma screamed, and Emily, who was eating the cake, looked up in confusion, only to see Emma being taken away by a man in Tsing Yi, she had long been used to it, so she discarded the cake, climbed on a stool and climbed up to the long table, pulled out a roast chicken from a silver plate, and gnawed it hard.

Zhang Liang couldn't be more satisfied with little Descartes, this child is actually a literate person, and has a very high talent for arithmetic, and in a month's time, he actually has a certain understanding of primary school arithmetic.

In another month, the plan should be ready to be implemented.

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

"Yes, we need your grandfather's manuscript very much, he was a great man, but unfortunately he was a little narrow-minded, you should understand that learning knows no borders, it belongs to each and every one of us.

Therefore, by this gentle means, we obtained the manuscript of Mr. Descartes, published it in a book, and finally spread his knowledge to every corner of the world. ”

"He's an old man who is dying, and the gentlemen are all very strong, so why don't you take it by force?"

"Learning is not the same thing as gold, silver, or anything else, and if Mr. Descartes had been reluctant or unwilling, he would have left behind a manuscript with many pitfalls.

These traps will cost us dearly in the end, so we would rather use soft means than hard means.

Besides, you may be the grandson of Mr. Descartes, and we want Mr. Descartes to know that he has a grandson and a granddaughter before he dies. ”

"My mother said, I'm not."

"What if it happens? You know, you have the same talent for mathematics as your grandfather, and that's proof! ”

"Yes, I'll be a good grandson of Mr. Descartes."

Zhang Liang laughed and said, "Don't worry, this will be a wonderful experience for you." ”

Little Descartes laughed a little and continued to immerse himself in arithmetic.

For the past month, little Descartes has always felt like he was dreaming, and he had lived a life that even the aristocracy could not achieve. One of the emperors of France once vowed to let every Frenchman live the life of a chicken on his plate.

Obviously, the emperor did not do it, France became more and more impoverished, and he, since he had been put on the gallows, this good life suddenly came.

Emily has endless food, chicken, milk, and beautiful clothes every day, and in this castle made of gray rock, Emily is undoubtedly a princess, and the only princess.

In the evening, after dinner, little Descartes and Mr. Zhang Liang walked on the grass outside the castle, Emily was bouncing ahead, and it was Emma who was guarding Emily.

In the past, Teacher Emma was always alone, but today is different, Mr. Gan Pet held Teacher Emma's hand tightly, and seemed to be reluctant to let go.

"I'm ready, sir."

Little Descartes whispered to Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang shook his head and said: "When poor little Descartes goes to see Descartes' grandfather, people will be suspicious and criticized, and everyone will say that you are for Mr. Descartes' wealth."

However, the wealthy little Descartes went to Monsieur Descartes in a luxurious carriage, with many servants, and with a lot of money, and gave him a large amount of money to help him keep it.

Well, even if you are not Mr. DiCar's grandson, people will assume that you are his grandson.

You know, it's not about the character of Mr. Descartes, it's about people's habits.

The so-called poor in the downtown no one asks, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains! ”

Chapter I

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