Ruan Qing also taught Erqi how to use a hard pen.
"It's enough to just know how to use it. Nowadays, apart from signing, there are very few opportunities to write by hand," said Ruan Qing.
Question 27: "Which printer do you use?"
Ruan Qing explained: "It is only used when printing is needed, and most of the time it is solved directly by mobile phones, computers, and the Internet."
Just by looking at the speed of cars, the height of buildings, and the functions of phones, he could imagine some changes that he had never experienced. But it turned out that many things in the world a thousand years later were beyond his imagination.
Because some things seem to be hidden in this thing called "network" and cannot be seen with the naked eye.
Erqi nodded, and after learning how to write, he continued to study alone in the living room. In one afternoon, Erqi finished learning all the pinyin, and then he just memorized it by rote.
That hard cardboard with a slightly harsh sound is really useful. Whenever Twenty-Seven is unsure of how to pronounce a word, he just presses it.
Every time the electronic sound in the living room sounded, Ruan Qing, who was working in the study, would laugh - it was enough to think about an ancient person learning Chinese pinyin seriously and rigorously in her living room.
When the sun was setting, Ruan Qing closed the drawing software and came out of the study: "Are you hungry?"
Ruan Qing: “?”
"Hey!" She waved her hand in front of his eyes. "Hey?"
The ancients couldn't bear it anymore!
But Ruan Qing was very firm: "You must adapt. This is what you must adapt to!"
She said, "When you go outside with me later, you will see girls wearing all kinds of clothes - some showing their legs, some showing their shoulders, some showing their waists, some showing their bellies. You must adapt to it!"
She turned her finger and pointed at his leg: "This is also called a leg."
"Let's go out for dinner and buy some food." Ruan Qing suddenly remembered, "Ah! Yes! There is one more thing I need to learn before we go out!"
It was fine in the morning and lunch. Erqi had enough concentration to keep his eyes above Ruan Qing's neck.
Twenty-seven did turn his head, but his eyes were looking at his nose, and his nose was looking at his heart, like an old monk in meditation.
His world also developed from the ancient days of eating raw meat and drinking blood to a world of clothing, etiquette and music. The world developed for another thousand years, and mortals could now ascend to Guanghan Palace. It must have been very different.
She waved her hand, pulling his gaze down, and pointed at her legs: "This is called a leg."
But now, Ruan Qing wanted to teach him numbers, so she sat next to him. Her white legs were right in front of him, and her knees almost touched his!
When she finished writing and turned around, she saw Twenty-Seven with his hands on his knees, looking straight ahead.
Ruan Qing stretched out his hand and tapped two fingers in front of his nose: "Look here, look here."
"One has no right to control how others dress, nor can one harass others just because they expose part of their body. Regardless of gender, anyone who is harassed can report to the police."
But in reality, when they first met yesterday, Ruan Qing was only showing her beautiful calves, but this morning and now, she changed into home clothes, wearing short home shorts, and a pair of slender white thighs swayed in front of Twenty-Seven's eyes.
Ruan Qing: “…”
Theoretically, 27 can understand it.
Twenty-Seven, who had been calm and composed since last night, finally showed a bit of a ferocious look.
The same fabric that Ruan Qing was wearing now was the same fabric that men and women wore when they were intimate in the tent in his time.
"You have legs, and I have legs. If your legs are exposed, I can also expose my legs. I won't touch you, and you can't touch me." She said seriously, "This is the world a thousand years later, where men and women are equal and can dress freely. Everyone can decide what to wear and how much of their body to expose."
She sat on the sofa next to Twenty-Seven, leaning over the coffee table with a pen in hand, and wrote down the ten Arabic numerals from 0 to 9 for him: "These are the numbers commonly used nowadays. You have to learn them, otherwise you won't know how to read the prices when you go out."
"Although you come from a feudal society, you must transform this feudal ideology!"
Twenty-Seven knew that what she said was true.
When you arrive at a place, how can you not integrate into the environment, how can you be different, you must blend in with the world naturally.
He nodded and agreed, "Okay."
Ruan Qing snapped two fingers in front of his eyes again and stared at him: "Does that strong man dare to lower his eyes?"
He said "OK" but ended up looking into the air.
It's just legs, she's not naked.
Twenty-Seven silently recalled the moments in his life when he had brushed shoulders with King Yanluo, relived the pain brought by the knife and sword wounds, and mourned the years of savings that he had left behind a thousand years ago and was not able to bring with him through the time travel, and then finally his gaze fell on Ruan Qing's legs.
Ruan Qing let him watch openly.
They're just home shorts, not shorts. This is just the beginning.
Now that you have traveled through time, why do you still cling to those feudal ideas
Twenty-Seven stared for a moment, then raised his eyes: "Is this feasible?"
"Not bad, not bad." Ruan Qing nodded happily, "That's it, just treat it with a normal mind."
Twenty-seven frowned and nodded.
It is easy to say that we should treat this sentence with a normal mind.
Seeing such a pair of straight, white thighs in front of him, if he had not been used to living on the edge of a knife and fighting for life in a very short space of time, and had not been unusually calm, he would have probably made a fool of himself on the spot.
I don’t know how men a thousand years later did it. When I have the chance in the future, I must learn from the men here.
"You must remember this," Ruan Qing warned sternly, "No matter how others dress, or how exposed they appear to you, you can only look but not touch. If you dare to touch them, they will send you to the police station, and then you will be finished."
"Of course." Twenty-Seven also looked like an old cadre, "A decent man wouldn't be able to flirt with a young lady so casually."
"Ahem~" Ruan Qing was choked by the term "young lady". "You can't use this word anymore." She quickly told him, "It's the word 'wife'. Young people are called Miss, older people are called Big Sister, and older people are called Auntie. Don't use the word 'wife' anymore."
The more troublesome ones are the small words like "niangzi", which are very colloquial and fragmentary. If Ershiqi doesn't take the initiative to say it, Ruan Qing can't remember what they are even if he wants to sort them out.
You can only correct him anytime and anywhere.
Ruan Qing taught Erqi the Arabic numerals. To make it easier to remember, she wrote down the corresponding Chinese numerals on a piece of paper and took a photo with Erqi's phone.
"When I can't remember, I pull out the photos and compare them."
very convenient.
"Let's go, I'll take you out." Ruan Qing said, opening the storage box he had given him earlier, and pulling out a set of Zhao Hao's clothes for him, "Wear this. Home clothes are for wearing at home, and you don't usually wear them outside."
She went back to her room to change her clothes, and when she came out, Twenty-Seven had already changed her clothes.
Wearing a short-sleeved shirt over a round-neck T-shirt, with the chest open, and pairing it with a pair of shorts is Zhao Hao's favorite "subway handsome guy" style.
It would look refreshing with Zhao Hao's short hair and a pair of his favorite sneakers. But it didn't look right on Erqi.
Ruan Qing stared at his head and said, "This bun won't do. No one combs their hair like this anymore."
Question 27: "Do all men have to keep their hair like a monk?"
From last night in the hospital to today, Zhao Hao has always had short hair. In his 27s, only monks would have such hairstyle.
"Long hair is fine, but no one wears this kind of bun anymore. Except for Taoist priests." Ruan Qing said, "Don't move, I'll do it."
Twenty-Seven sat obediently and let Ruan Qing undress his hair.
He washed his hair with Ruan Qing's shampoo this morning. His hair felt very nice, silky and smooth.
Ruan Qing quickly tied his hair into a ponytail: "That's it."
She took two steps back, hugged her chest and held her chin, looking left and right, then suddenly turned around and went back to the room to rummage around for a while, then took out a mask and said, "Put this on. Don't show your face until the identity issue is resolved."
"It's new, never used."
Zhao Hao is young, and he has some cool masks with various patterns. Ruan Qing opened a pack of new, unused masks and casually picked up a black one for Erqi.
You know what, the man with a tall figure, broad shoulders and a thin waist looks really good in it. Even though only his eyebrows and eyes are exposed, you can tell that he is a handsome guy.
The shoes just aren't good enough.
Ruan Qing felt that it was not appropriate to wear shoes or underwear that had been worn by others. She had thrown away Zhao Hao's shoes, so Erqi wore her own pair of black cloth shoes.
From head to toe, he is cool and handsome, but the part below the ankle is inexplicably rustic.
"Let's put it together first, I'll buy it for you later." Ruan Qing comforted him.
Twenty-Seven was quite nonchalant. He had not yet developed an aesthetic sense that matched this era, and except for the familiar shoes, his entire outfit was actually strange to him.
What he likes most is the mask. It doesn't show the face, giving people a sense of security.
In addition, his clothes exposed his arms and legs. Although he knew that it was normal here, he felt more comfortable wearing a mask.
The two of them went out like this.
After driving out of the underground garage and the community and onto the road, Erqi finally understood why Ruan Qing said last night that he would understand why there were traffic lights and why he had to obey traffic rules when he saw it during the day.
Because there are so many cars!
And it’s too fast!
Last night, when Ruan Qing was driving, the road was empty and he could not feel the speed just by looking at the telegraph poles moving backwards. This is why it is easy to exceed the speed limit when driving on an empty road.
But during the day, with pedestrians, bicycles and electric vehicles for comparison, you can immediately get an intuitive sense of the speed.
Especially at the intersection, the flow of people passing by is dizzying.
"Why are there so many people?" Twenty-Seven couldn't help but ask.
"It's okay, it's not the peak time yet." Ruan Qing told him, "In half an hour to an hour, it will be time for everyone to get off work. There will be many talents at that time."
"The time when people go to work in the morning is called the morning rush hour, and the time when people get off work in the evening is called the evening rush hour."
Although it was not yet the peak, Ershiqi had already seen many people queuing in a pavilion-like place and squeezing into the huge square car.
He asked, "What is that?"
"Bus." Ruan Qing patted the steering wheel. "You are now sitting in my private car. You can take the bus by paying for a ticket. I remember that there are about 400 or 500 bus routes in Jiangcheng, covering the whole city. The farthest distance is about 6 or 7 yuan, I am not sure. Anyway, the closer ones are only 1 or 2 yuan, 3 or 4 yuan, and anyone can afford it."
The opposite understanding is that not everyone can afford a private car.
Easy to understand.
Some families could afford sedan chairs, some could afford horse-drawn carriages, some could only afford horses but not carriages. Most families walked on foot, carrying loads or baskets on their shoulders.
In comparison, life in the world a thousand years later is obviously much better for ordinary people.
He had traveled to many places across the country, and in his mind, Jiangcheng was a fairly prosperous medium-sized city. But that "prosperity" was not of the same order of magnitude as the "prosperity" before him.
Twenty-Seven kept looking outside the car.
No matter how calm the ancients were, they were ultimately shocked by the vibrant life in the city before them.
(End of this chapter)