Arabic numerals, Yu Wencheng didn't have much doubt about this weird name, but what she didn't understand was why such a strange number was used? And, will it work better than what’s already there?
Jiang Fan walked step by step, pointing to the first simple stroke on the paper: "This is what you call one, this is two..."
Soon, the ten numbers were introduced. Yu Wencheng was extremely smart and quickly memorized them all.
"Okay, next step, I'm going to teach you how to use it..."
For three whole hours, he went from being confused at the beginning, to finding it exquisite and interesting, to being shocked and surprised. Finally, when Jiang Fan finished explaining the most basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, Yu Wencheng was astonished by the prince.
Jiang Fan looked at Yuwen Chengxin who was standing there blankly in confusion: "Hey, hey...what are you so confused about?"
The next moment, Yuwen Chengxin suddenly fell to the ground and said, "Chengxin boldly begs you to ask me, can I become my disciple?"
ah? Jiang Fan was stunned.
Yuwen Cheng thought to himself: "This arithmetic is the first of its kind in ancient and modern times. It is exquisite and unparalleled. This is the supreme way. Your Majesty is a scholar of heaven and man, and your heart is full of sincerity. Please accept your arithmetic and teach me the art of arithmetic."
"I...amn't I teaching you..."
Jiang Fan was a little confused.
Yu Wen Chengxin raised his head, his eyes blazing: "This arithmetic is the first of its kind in ancient and modern times. It is exquisite and is the supreme way. How can it be that Cheng Xin, an outsider, can only covet such unparalleled knowledge? He can only dare to learn it if he is included in the prince's door." . If you are sincere and bold, please ask the prince to grant you permission."
After she said that, she knocked her head down again.
Jiang Fan suddenly realized that what he took for granted was inconceivable in the eyes of people in this world, especially arithmetic, the ancestor of all learning. The arithmetic that I know is simply unbelievable compared to this era when calculations can only be used.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan was silent for a while: "Indeed, my king's arithmetic is very different from the world. Do you really want to worship me as your teacher?"
"Chengxin is sincere and the sun can show it." Yuwen Chengxin said firmly.
"You can see the whole leopard once you take a look at it. Your Majesty's arithmetic is profound and profound, and your heart is really obsessed with it. Please make it happen, Your Majesty!"
Jiang Fan said: "I don't think you are very discerning, but arithmetic must be passed down eventually, so I will accept you as a registered disciple. As for whether you can become a full-time disciple, it depends on you."
I was quite emotional. I didn’t expect to regain my identity across time and space, but I didn’t expect to change from a liberal arts teacher to a mathematics teacher.
Although Yu Wen Chengxin had never heard of the word "rectification", he fully understood its meaning. This was already a surprise. The prince actually agreed to include her on the door wall. If she hadn't been in front of the prince, she would have jumped up with joy. Immediately he kowtowed.
"Thank you, Your Majesty... No, thank you, my mentor!"
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "Speaking of which, you are the second registered disciple, and the one who moves stones outside is the first one, and he is also your senior brother. You will communicate more in the future."
Yuwen Cheng knew in his heart that the so-called rice bucket was the grandson of Commander Meng, the son of General Meng Wu, and the younger brother of Meng Tian. He was from a first-class family in Great Qin. Being able to be the same disciple as a child of such a wealthy family is something that a merchant's daughter can't even dream of.
And Jiang Fan looked at this new disciple with deep thoughts at this time. He was very talented. Not only was he extremely talented in arithmetic, he also had a higher emotional intelligence. Taking this opportunity to become a disciple? Sure enough, he is a born business wizard.
Indulging in new mathematics, Yu Wencheng almost forgot to eat and sleep, but his pale cheeks turned slightly red.
Jiang Fan was even more surprised by his talent. This female business prodigy was equally gifted in arithmetic. In just one day, Jiang Fan sighed, this is a real genius. I'm afraid I won't be able to teach for long with my level of mathematics that I have given back to teachers since high school.
However, Yu Wencheng, who was immersed in arithmetic, did not have that kind of respectful attitude at all. She was quick-thinking, articulate, and had a spirit of inquiring into all kinds of inquiries, questions, and discussions. She would not let go of Jiang Fan when she caught a question. , it seems that he has long forgotten that he is facing the prince.
But Jiang Fan was very pleased. After all, deep down in his heart, he hoped that arithmetic could become popular in the world.
After urging her to eat several times to no avail, she had to have the food delivered to the study, then shook her head and went to sleep. It's the fourth watch, it's terrible.
…
The work of the loser Meng Yi is finally done. Come to find Jiang Fan with great interest.
"Master, the work is done. The craftsman said it was good. Would you like to go and have a look?"
"Oh? No need. Since the craftsman agreed, it should be pretty good. You've been doing well these days."
Meng Yi leaned forward with saliva on his face: "Then... master, can you reward me with an article on "Three Kingdoms"?"
"Go!" Jiang Fan glared at him: "I want to see the Three Kingdoms buy it myself."
Meng Yi said with a grimace: "I've finished reading it all. When will the new one be released? My disciple is anxious..."
"There's no point in being anxious. The most important thing for you now is not reading novels. Next, you have to start your real studies."
"Ah?" Meng Yi was stunned. I saw Jiang Fan picking up a book from the table.
"This is... "The Art of War"?" Meng Yi was shocked when he saw the two big characters on it.
Jiang Fan nodded: "This thing is suitable for you."
Meng Yi looked at Jiang Fan in disbelief: "Master... you mean you want to teach me the "Art of War"?"
He was so surprised that the Empress had only given the complete version of this military book to four people - the old commander Meng Ao, the general Meng Tian, the general Wang Jian and the current military marshal Gao Qi.
Jiang Fan said: "Why, you don't want to learn?"
Meng Yi immediately knelt down: "Learn! Learn! I will learn!"
Due to the empress's strict order, no one else knew about "The Way of War" except those few, but he was present that day and heard the first chapter with his own ears, which was astonishing.
He really wants to learn it. The old man has long said that this is a wonderful book in the world and can be called the ancestor of the art of war. He comes from a family of generals and his love for martial arts and the art of war is far beyond ordinary people. Meng Yi longed to read it more than once. However, the old commander Meng Ao shook his head and said that this military manual could never be spread without His Majesty's approval. I don’t know how sorry I am.
Unexpectedly, the master was going to teach it to him today, and a huge pie fell from the sky and knocked him unconscious.
"What the hell... get out of here first!" Jiang Fan was furious. The reason why he made a bang just now was because the boy knocked his head too hard. Not only did he knock over the chair, but he also knocked down the newly laid floor tiles. Break a piece into pieces.
Meng Yi giggled: "I cultivate, I cultivate..."
Jiang Fan lamented, this stupid young man, Tian Tianhu Chaochao, with such a disciple, the Fei family...
"But..." He looked at Jiang Fan hesitantly: "Master, this is a forbidden book. Your Majesty has a strict order. No one who has obtained it can pass it on to others. If you want to pass it on to me, Your Majesty..."
"Tch!" Jiang Fan curled his lips: "The banned book is for other people. Don't forget, this book was written by the teacher himself."
Meng Yi's eyes lit up. Indeed, "The Art of War" was written by his master. If he wants to teach it, His Majesty will not object. Just thinking about the empress who kept her word and made her orders come true made him somewhat uneasy.
