My dream connects to three thousand years later.

Chapter 183 Chu Zhu, the compiler of modern mathematics in the dream world? (First update)
The fourth district of Jinghai City has an area exceeding the combined area of ​​the first, second, and third districts.

The electric vehicle smoothly drove out of the city gate, and what came into view were vast expanses of cultivated farmland. This city gate was the north gate, unlike the south gate leading to the nuclear facility, the two being hundreds of miles apart.

Compared to the primeval forest outside the South Gate, even though the population in the Fourth District outside the North Gate is much sparser than in the Third District, you can still see farmers carrying hoes and rows of low thatched huts from time to time.

at last.

The noise gradually grew louder.

"We're here!" Zhang Hai stepped on the brakes.

……

Chu Zhu gazed at the gate of the Mo Sect, a look of nostalgia appearing in her eyes.

The headquarters of the Mexican Church was completely different from the extravagant style of the Catholic Church and the solemnity of the police station. It was more like the headquarters of a labor union... just an ordinary cement building.

There were quite a few farmers dressed in drab overalls squatting by the roadside, eating their dinner.

These are followers of the Mohist religion.

The reason Chu Zhu referred to the Mo Sect as "Brother Earth and Wood" was not because Mo Sect members repaired ancient relics. When Chu Zhu called them "Brother Earth and Wood," he was still unaware of the information about extraordinary individuals.

The main reason he calls himself that is because followers of the Mohist religion are professional civil engineers.

House construction, road paving, and so on—it was all done by… These believers were clearly not supernatural beings. In other words, in both the supernatural and mundane realms, the Mohist sect essentially monopolized this potentially lucrative task of "making dust" (a metaphor for shoddy work).

Zhang Hai hoisted the assassin wrapped in blood-red silk cloth onto his shoulder and followed behind Chu Zhu.

"Kids, what's going on here?" A migrant worker wearing a yellow helmet stood up and asked as he saw the group enter through the dilapidated gate. He looked at the people bound with blood-red silk cloth, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

“Um…” Bi Xuan opened his mouth, a conflicted look on his face. If he revealed his identity as a member of the Mo family now, he could enter directly. However, because he had joined the police superintendent's office… and Zhang Hai was with him… so he…

"I'm looking for Mo Ban," Chu Zhu said calmly.

“We made an appointment!” Zhang Hai quickly interjected. “Just yesterday, you should have our appointment record here.”

"Is that so? Well, I'll go check it out!" The migrant worker touched his helmet.

……

Inside the Mo family's main hall.

Compared to the noisy outer hall, this place is deserted, giving it a lonely, haunted house feel.

After Chu Zhu and the others waited for about ten minutes, a burly man carrying an iron hammer came out of the inner hall.

He nodded to the group, his gaze sweeping over Bi Xuan before finally settling on Zhang Hai: "Master Zhang, it seems we're already an hour late!"

Zhang Hai's eyelids twitched: "Traffic jam, traffic jam... We came via the inner ring road of Zone 1, so it's unavoidable..."

"Alright! Stop pretending." Chu Zhu slapped Bi Xuan, who was looking down, and glanced at the burly man. "Mo Wen, since you're Bi Xuan's master, we're practically acquaintances. Is it really necessary to pick a fight like this?"

Wall announcement: "?!"

"No way, they just sold him out like that?" Bi Xuan's eyes widened. Wasn't it agreed that he would help him keep the news a secret? He subconsciously glanced at Zhang Hai... only to find that Zhang Hai merely glanced at him before looking back at Mo Wen, clearly not paying much attention to him.

Wall announcement: "..."

Oh no, is he overly self-conscious?!
Seemingly noticing his strong reaction, Chu Zhu belatedly slapped his forehead, "Old Zhang, the master-disciple relationship between these two seems to be a secret! Remember to keep it a secret for me. If you don't keep it a secret... your secret..."

"..." Zhang Hai nodded stiffly, feeling a deep-seated sadness and frustration. Was the other side planning to use that secret to his advantage for the rest of his life?
"Hmph! An acquaintance?" Mo Wen merely sneered at this.

He said, "I don't recall having any acquaintances in the God Worshipping Society! Let's keep things official... So, what brings you here this time? Don't give me any nonsense about just coming to curry favor!"

After a brief silence, Chu Zhu looked at Zhang Hai again and sighed, "You God-worshipping Church are still as universally disliked as ever."

"...It's all because we're too strong!" Zhang Hai muttered, trying to justify himself. "The strong are prone to this..." "Shut up!" Mo Wen said with a dark face. He had actually prepared himself to deal with the other party's official business as soon as possible, no matter what they said, and get rid of them... But he just couldn't stand the shamelessness of the host.

He took a few deep breaths before swallowing the foul language that was about to escape his throat, and said through gritted teeth, "You're too strong, so you delay using public funds? Your speed of returning funds ranks second to last among all the sects... If it weren't for that... I really wouldn't even want you to step through the door!"

Chu Zhu fell into a brief silence, then instantly changed her stance, pointing at Zhang Hai with deep disgust on her face: "...You even owe the civil engineering guy public funds, you guys are inhuman!"

No wonder!
He knew it! Why would these honest, simple-minded civil engineers be so hostile to the God-Worshipping Society?

"...This, at least in my Third District, there's no such situation." Zhang Hai stammered, his neck stiff. He was truly innocent. Although he had indeed heard rumors about this, it wasn't something he had done... In fact, he only realized after arriving here that his God-Worshipping Society's reputation was so bad within the Mo Sect!
No... the situation isn't like that in Tianjing!

How exactly does Bishop Hu run his business?!
"Alright, Mo Wen," Chu Zhu suddenly turned around, crossed his legs, and looked at the muscular man with interest. In the past, he only thought that this man had developed his muscles by blacksmithing, but now it seemed that this man was most likely a body cultivator. "It's been three or four years since we last met. It seems that you don't recognize me?"

"?" Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, looking at Chu Zhu with confusion.

"Multiplication by nine." Chu Zhu uttered these four words casually. Mo Wen paused, looking at Chu Zhu with some surprise and uncertainty. After gesturing slightly, he seemed to confirm something. His pupils dilated, his expression changed drastically, and he straightened his back ramrod straight: "Could it be! Wait, it's, it's, it's... it's you?!"

Mo Wen walked up to Chu Zhu in a few steps, his attitude completely different from before. He was actually quite excited and flustered, as if he had seen his idol, and his cheeks flushed slightly.

He stammered, “This...this really is you...Um, Master, Master has mentioned you so many times over the years! But you haven’t come again...I, I’ll go find Master now! Wait a moment! Please wait a little while.”

Mo Wen turned around without hesitation.

"?!" Zhang Hai was completely dumbfounded. In fact, based on his past experiences, he could understand if Chu Zhu mentioned someone's name to establish a connection and then something happened. But these four words didn't seem to be a name!
then……

"Multiplication by nine... What does that have to do with you! Wait, three or four years ago... Don't tell me..." Bi Xuan's words were also filled with astonishment. A terrible thought flashed through his mind, but he still couldn't believe it was true, but he couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation.

Chu Zhu simply nodded slightly. Bi Xuan remained silent for a long, long time, looking Chu Zhu up and down as if he were seeing her for the first time.

"...What kind of riddle are you playing, huh? Multiplication table! Wait a minute..." Zhang Hai finally realized what was going on, and said incredulously, "No, I remember multiplication table was a mathematical reform initiative in Jinghai City three years ago, right? A math manual was published back then! What does it have to do with you?"

"...Don't you understand?" Bi Xuan looked at Zhang Hai with disdain. Originally, he didn't have any prejudice against this person...but since his master had made his intentions clear, he would definitely follow his master in fiercely despising and criticizing the other party!

"The multiplication table, and even the entire mathematical classic, was created by young friend Chu Zhu." A gentle and calm voice suddenly came over.

Chu Zhu looked up and saw an old man dressed in simple work clothes, barefoot, with white hair and beard, walking in unsteadily.

He stared at Chu Zhu, frozen in place for a long while, before a smile appeared on his face, and he said nostalgically, "It's been a long time... Mr. Chu!"

"Long time no see, Lao Mo," Chu Zhu greeted him warmly.

Multiplication by nine is something so simple in the real world that almost everyone who has gone to school has learned it.

In the eyes of all real-world mathematicians in China, this is practically an essential introductory skill! It has almost become part of common sense.

However, this is just a misconception caused by China's education system!
In reality, even in the real world, the multiplication table is only prevalent in East Asia.

Of course, in the original dream world, mathematics doesn't have such a useful thing!

"So, what brings you here?" Mo Ban sat down opposite Chu Zhu and asked with a smile.

Mo Wen, along with several Mo family disciples dressed in black, stood respectfully behind Mo Ban.

Aside from Mo Wen, the other disciples looked at Chu Zhu with shock, reverence, and confusion in their eyes... They were shocked that Chu Zhu was actually the author of the mysterious mathematical classic, and they were also confused as to why Chu Zhu was so young!

How big could it have been three years ago?

If it weren't for the fact that Chu Zhu was the author of that arithmetic scripture, and that Mo Ban himself had said it, some of them would have voiced their doubts.

"Can't I come over if there's nothing wrong?" Chu Zhu raised an eyebrow, then saw Mo Ban's face tighten, clearly speechless. She immediately added, "I just wanted to ask about the current promotion of the divination manual!"

Although the purpose of his visit was to have the other party forge weapons for him, he couldn't just ask for that right away! He should try to build a relationship first.

(End of this chapter)