Chapter 19: Tune up, starting with the 99 multiplication table

McGonagall stunned and quickly reacted to Amy because it was just because he hadn't had his own independent cash register, so he felt that he didn't help.
Putting down the bowl in his hand and looking at Amy's little eyes, Meg can't help but feel a little distressed. It seems that the little guy is still not confident. In fact, in his eyes, Amy, who is only four years old, can do these things very well.
"Who said, how can we useless Xiaomi? Today, we can sell four fried rice, most of which are the merits of Xiaomi. Secondly, when the cash register, four bowls of fried rice 2400 copper coins, Xiaomi is right, just white Grandpa doesn't have so many copper coins, so he can only use this more beautiful and valuable gold coin instead." McGonagall looked at Amy's eyes and shook his head seriously.
"Really?" Xiaomi listened to Meg's words, his eyes brighter and brighter, but still not confident.
"Of course it is true, Xiaomi has not seen the gold coin before. This is the father's fault, because the father did not even earn a gold coin. If you must say who is wrong, it is wrong. I didn't tell Xiaomi silver coins earlier. Gold coins and dragon coins can be used to buy things like copper coins. I should reflect on them. I hope that our Amy baby can forgive." McGonagall nodded, his face showing a sense of self-blame.
"No, how can we blame the father, the father is the best for Xiaomi." Amy shook her head hard, squinting, a little wronged: "Luna teacher taught me, but... but then Many copper coins have become so few gold coins, I just can’t keep my heart, and it’s too much to change, so...

Meg's eyebrows shook and almost didn't hold back, and Amy's explanation was so cute, but looking at the little guy's eyes, his heart was a little uncomfortable.
The external environment has a great influence on a person's character development, especially as Amy is slowly shaping the three views and forming the habit of the habit.
The days before were too poor, and the contempt of humans and elves for the half-elf, made her somewhat inferior and unconfident.
But fortunately, Amy is still small, this kind of psychology is just a little bit sprouting, McGonagall believes that he can slowly help her adjust and become a confident little girl.
"In the future, I can't let Amy be laughed at and look down on others. I want to hold it in my hand and develop a happy little princess." McGonagall said to himself.
However, when it comes to arithmetic, the mathematics level of this world is indeed a bit worrying. It is worse than the calculation level of foreign passers-by, and the double-digit addition and subtraction has to be considered for a while.
In a world where culture is not universal, this is not a strange thing, but for the self-confidence of Amy, McGonagall suddenly had some ideas.
To say that China is one of the countries with the highest average mathematics on the earth, China has made a great contribution to the nine-ninth multiplication table.
"First eat this bowl of fried rice. After eating, my father taught you a count of mouthfuls. After learning, it is even more powerful than those who are studying in the chaotic school. It is even easier to collect money later." He licked Amy's hair and said, putting a small bowl in front of her and smiling.
"Really? Is it even better than those brothers and sisters?" Amy’s eyes lit up at once, and some looked at McGonagall in disbelief. In her eyes, the brothers and sisters sitting in the classroom followed the dew every day. Teacher Na is very good at class.
"Of course it is true, when did the father fool you?" McGonagall nodded.
"Well, my father will never lie to Xiaomi, Xiaomi will seriously study." Amy nodded her head and said seriously, and then began to eat.
McGonagall looked at the cute Amy, and took the spoon to start eating. The 99-year-old method is an artifact. If Amy is proficient, it is very simple and self-confident for those who are still licking the number of fingers. The first step to improvement begins here.
After eating, McGonagall packed the dishes into the kitchen, looked at some greasy dishes in the pool, didn't want to reach out, hesitated, or said in his mind and the system: "System, do you sell dishwashers?

"This system is not a appliance store." The system answers.
"In a word, sell not to sell? I give money." McGonagall.
The system was silent for a while, and a line of quotes was given in words: "Basic dishwasher, five dishes can be washed at a time, ten spoons, price: 3 gold coins."
"This system really looks like the money is open, there is no principle at all..." McGonagall turned a blind eye, which is a thorough understanding of the bottom line of the system, but the price is quite acceptable, without thinking, "Is it so cheap? I want one, and the money is deducted from the credit line."
"Payment is successful, the dishwasher is in place." Another row of words drifted.
McGonagall looked at the bright silver dishwasher that had the power supply connected to the stove. The eyes were bright, and the thing seemed to be quite technical. Open the lid and put a few plates and spoons in the sink. After pressing the open button, it will automatically open in less than one minute, and the inside plate will become new and bright.
Modern technology is really convenient, McGonagall is satisfied with the bowl and spoon, Amy stood at the door of the kitchen, looking forward to watching McGonagall: "Father, what are we going to learn?"
"Nine-nine multiplication table, Xiaomi, you are waiting for me, I am going to take paper and pen. I will try a few lines today." McGonagall saw that there was no guest at the door for a while, and he said, went upstairs and took one. Sheets of paper and a pen came down, then sat at the table and silently wrote the stepped nine-ninth multiplication table.
The text of this world is naturally different from the text on the earth, but the general text is somewhat similar to the Chinese character of Oracle. The numbers are the same as the Arabic numerals. There are always some striking similarities in the development of history.
McGonagall inherits the memory of his predecessor, so the text and language of this world are fully grasped.
"My father's words look good." Amy looked at McGonagall and wrote a multiplication table. He patted his little hand and praised him. He looked at McGond with respect. He used to think that Luna’s words were the best, but The father’s adult is better than Luna’s teacher, and one looks like it’s carved out.
McGonagall was praised by Amy, and looked at the eyes of worship. When he was a child, he was forced to practice words for an hour every day and suddenly felt that it was worthwhile. This handful character was finally appreciated by someone. He smiled and said: "There is time for father to teach. Xiaomi is not good at writing."
"Okay, okay!" Amy nodded happily, and looked at the rows and columns of numbers on the paper. "Father, is this the 99-gauge multiplication table?"