Chapter 121: Those who play around with Miss Lu are extremely smart.
Song Jin received another large reward, as well as promises of future business, but this promise was based on the premise that she could defeat those old masters.
This time, Song Jin dared not to be negligent anymore.
After Madam Chai left, several maids found some cloth, helped pack the things, and then escorted Song Jin out of the backyard. When he was walking to the corridor, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.
Song Jin looked back and saw a little man with red cheeks and heavy breathing rushing towards her.
Bao Bao blocked her way.
Seeing that she was out of breath and couldn't speak, Song Jin bent down and smiled, "Why are you running?"
“You…you…”
Seeing that she was panting and unable to speak clearly, Song Jin wanted to laugh even more. However, seeing that the maids were still helping him carry the rewards, he couldn't bear to make them wait, so he said, "I'll send the things away first, and then come back to talk to you, okay?"
Bao Bao shook his head: "You guys...get out."
Song Jin had no choice but to ask them to give their rewards to the waiters in the kitchen of Lu's Food Store, and she only held a bag of silver in her hand.
Bao Bao was a little curious and tiptoed to see the reward in Song Jin's arms. Song Jin simply lowered it a little. A full one hundred taels of silver were wrapped in a bundle, which was very heavy.
"Why did my mother give you so many rewards?" He finally stopped breathing.
"Because your mother praised me for my ability." Song Jin said proudly, with a bit of showing off.
"My mother just said that." Bao Bao pouted, his face full of dissatisfaction: "I also want to know what you are capable of."
Song Jin smiled and was about to speak when suddenly a voice came.
"Baobao, don't be rude."
"Uncle Ji——"
Seeing Ji Shubai, Bao Bao stopped pestering Song Jin and turned to run towards her Uncle Ji.
Ji Shubai picked him up and said, "Oh, you've gained some weight. Have you been eating less recently?"
"My father told me to eat more so that I can grow taller and bigger in the future."
"Okay, tall and big, but not as broad as him."
After Ji Shubai finished talking to Bao Bao, he looked at Song Jin and said, "I asked Manager Song, and he said you were in the backyard. I expected you to come out from this side."
"My Lord, are you looking for me?"
Ji Shubai put Baobao down and told her to go back to the yard first so as not to worry her mother. Baobao had to leave reluctantly.
"Is it appropriate for me to say that just now?"
"What do you mean, my Lord?"
"Of course I will host a banquet at my house and invite all the instructors to come and discuss the matter of speed calculation. I am afraid you can't handle it."
"You're afraid I can't handle it, so you promised them without even discussing it with me?"
"Are you blaming me?"
Song Jin lowered her head and smiled faintly. Ji Shubai laughed and scolded her: "You don't know what's good for you. You asked me for help. If you can't handle it, I can help you refuse it."
"How do you want to refuse, sir?"
Ji Shubai thought for a moment and said, "For example, I'm sick or something like that."
Song Jin smiled even more: "Your Excellency is really getting better at lying."
"He who keeps company with vermilion becomes red, and he who keeps company with ink becomes black."
"The girls near Lu are extremely smart."
"Boasting."
"Hahaha--"
Song Jin finally decided to attend the banquet and told her about Madam Chai's words and reward. Ji Shubai was happy for her and hoped that this trip would be of good use to her, but it was a pity.
"What a pity?"
"Unfortunately, I just praised your dishes during the dinner and hoped that you could earn more money in the first month of the year. Now it seems that I have to take back those words."
"No, I need some time to prepare, but I also need to make money. Otherwise, you can just praise the milk tea, which is expensive. I earn more, so Chunyun can make it for me."
However, Ji Shubai agreed with what Madam Chai said. Compared to making money by cooking in the kitchen, it was more important to save face in front of the instructor of the prefectural school. In other words, Madam Chai had already paid the money, and she wanted her to focus on preparations and worry less about making money.
Song Jin thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he stopped insisting.
Seeing how smart she was and how she listened to the suggestions, Ji Shubai couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In just a few months, the situation had changed dramatically.
He pulled Song Jin to sit on the beautiful lady's bench in the corridor and asked, "Have you thought about what to say that day?"
Song Jin tilted her head and thought about it. It was as if she had never taken university math. She still remembered bits and pieces from junior high and high school, but it was difficult to form a system. It was almost impossible to communicate with a group of people who had no basic knowledge. More importantly, she had no idea how far math in the Ming Dynasty had developed.
If we only talk about fast calculation, it is actually not very practical. At most, it means she has a strong memory. She needs to have an extra trick up her sleeve.
"Do you know the value of pi?"
"Pi?"
“It’s the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter.”
Ji Shubai frowned and said, "I'm not very familiar with this. Do you want to calculate this for them?"
Song Jin was dumbfounded when she heard this. The difficulty of pi was not in memorizing the digits after the decimal point, but in the proof process. She had no idea about this, so she gave up decisively.
"I have a plan. You might as well listen to it."
Ji Shubai seemed to be well prepared, and Song Jin hurriedly listened attentively.
"This prefectural school instructor has always been good at Confucianism. Although he is not completely new to mathematics, he is also not bad at it. I see that the Arabic numerals you mentioned today are quite novel, and they are quick and easy to write. If you can use them as a substitute, it will be quite convenient. You may wish to consider it."
"What about the equation?"
"Equation?" Not only did the instructor of the prefectural school not know much about mathematics, Ji Shubai was not much better.
“It’s just a kind of…” That’s it. Song Jin has handed over what he has learned to the teacher. He can solve equations but cannot explain them.
"Forget it, let's talk about it when it's mentioned." Song Jin gathered the silver in his arms and sighed.
"Okay, if you need anything, just mention it."
When Ji Shubai saw the silver in her hand, he couldn't help but ask, "What do you plan to do with this silver?"
Song Jin looked up and said, "I want to buy some land."
Ji Shubai smiled softly: "I may not be able to help you much with this math problem, but if you want to buy a field, I will definitely know which field is better."
Song Jin chuckled: "My Lord, you have collected too much tax. Can you tell the yield of a piece of land at a glance?"
"What you said makes some sense."
Song Jin smiled even more: "Then when I buy land, I will definitely come to ask Master Ji for advice."
"good."
After Ji Shubai finished speaking, he suddenly moved closer and asked Song Jin, "Did you really calculate these problems immediately today?"
Song Jin chuckled after hearing this: "Of course I calculated it, otherwise did you calculate it?"
Ji Shubai always felt that her smile was cunning, but he didn't want to delve into it: "It's good if it's true. Besides, I find your Arabic numerals very useful. Would you like to teach me?"
Song Jin was very proud after hearing this, and crossed his arms, saying, "Call me sir first so I can hear it."
"Mr. Lu." Ji Shubai was very cooperative.
"Hahaha, call another one so I can hear it."
Ji Shubai leaned closer: "Mr. Lu, are you willing to teach a student once?"
"Hahaha, I'll accept you as my student."
"Look how proud you are."
"Of course I am proud."
Song Jin looked at Ji Shubai getting close to him, smelling a faint fragrance and wearing bright clothes, and then looked at himself...
"Don't you dislike me?" Song Jin raised his arms and motioned him to look at his clothes.
"Disdainful."
"Ah?" Song Jin thought he was being cool and said: How could that be? I wouldn't mind even if you are dressed poorly.
As a result, the first thing he said was "disdainful."
"Then why are you doing it with me? Aren't you afraid of getting your clothes dirty?"
"I do despise it, but my teacher taught me that we should be polite and not judge people by their appearance."
"Hmph! I don't want your false politeness. You'd better stay away from me to avoid getting your clothes dirty."
After Song Jin finished speaking, he pulled out a hand and pushed the person, making Ji Shubai laugh.
"How come you've just met Madam Chai and you've already learned her ways and are ready to take action?"
"It's not unfair to hit you."
Song Jin raised his hand to hit him, but Ji Shubai still smiled and said, "It's over now. I've learned Madam Chai's tricks. I'm done for."
"Why, Mrs. Chai hit you too?"
"She didn't hit me, but she hit Chai Heng."
After hearing this, Song Jin blushed and stopped immediately.
"Don't take advantage of me."
"Okay, no more nonsense. Go back and prepare well. When you are ready, tell me."
Song Jin nodded.
That day, Song Jin returned with a full load, but looking at the bag of silver in his hand, Song Jin had new ideas.
It's hard to say what will happen to her father if he gets his eyes on the money? She has to keep some of it with her.
Song Jin was like the hamster. His first reaction when he saw the silver was to hide it, and this time was no exception.
She had the money on her, Chunyun's, and the two employees' money. Old Man Lu was the bad guy because of the winter clothes and bedding issue, which caused the two employees to lean more towards Song Jin, which actually helped her. At this moment, they were putting money in their pockets so that they could give it to Song Jin in private.
Song Jin was hiding while thinking, she used to hide from her boss, now she is hiding from her father. It turns out that her father is a natural capitalist. The moment he ejaculates, he holds the indenture of his children in his hand. No wonder everyone wants to be a father. If she were a man, she would probably want to be the same.
There were about one hundred taels of silver, and they stopped when they only had thirty taels left. Song Jin told them not to make it public, which made the guys a little puzzled.
"Why are we hiding this?"
What belongs to my daughter also belongs to my father. What’s the point in hiding it? If it is discovered, they can just take it away.
"Today I talked to Madam Chai. From what she said, she might want to start a mosquito coil business with me in the future. I have to secretly save some capital to build a small treasury in the future."
"Boss, we won't open a food store in the future?"
"Of course I will open it, but I won't be a cook forever. You guys should study hard. If my mosquito coil shop succeeds, I'm counting on you to be the boss."
As Song Jin spoke, he shook the silver in his hand and said, "If you learn well, we can open a branch. We have the capital, so we don't have to worry about whether my father is willing or not."
"I told you, follow the shopkeeper and you'll have meat to eat."
A few people chatted and laughed as they headed towards Guhuai Street.
Song Jin said that he wanted to let two employees take charge of the business, but he was already thinking in his heart how to run the business in a more beneficial way for himself.
That day, Song Jin brought back thirty taels of silver and gave it to Old Man Lu very generously, saying that it was his duty to be filial to his father and he would not keep a penny for himself.
Old Man Lu's mouth was almost crooked with laughter. He didn't care about the strange way Song Jin walked. He just said that if he could pick up a few more girls in the first month of the year, he would be able to buy a small house with a yard right away.
Song Jin said, "Dad, I won't be cooking these days. Madam Chai asked me to do something. If I succeed, I will double the money."
"Is there such a good thing? What did she ask you to do?"
Song Jin rolled his eyes and said, "It's hard to talk about a woman's family affairs."
"Why are you still talking about the girl's family?"
Song Jin chuckled and didn't explain. She went straight back to the house to hide the silver. She took out some copper coins and ran to the street to buy two rolls of paper. She wanted to prepare for the battle seriously.
Song Jin can indeed do mental arithmetic, but that was something he learned more than ten years ago, and now he can hardly remember many of the rules. As for why he can do the math quickly in front of all of you today, it is entirely because he memorized these questions back then.
These questions, like embarrassing memories from her childhood, were deeply engraved in her mind, so that she could directly say the answers without having to think about the logic. This was why she asked Ji Shubai for help in the end.
A few more questions and she would be exposed.
The first thing Song Jin did after returning was to write out the rules again to deepen his impression so that he could cope with it better that day.
Another thing is that she had to prepare more content. She learned from Ji Shubai that these people didn't know much about mathematics, and she felt relieved. It would be much easier to fool them this way.
Ever since returning from the Chai family on the third day of junior high school, Song Jin has been staying in his bedroom upstairs, calculating day and night, wishing he could dig out all the memories from more than ten years ago and put them on paper.
In the middle of the process, Ji Shubai sent Qingshan to inquire. After Song Jin was ready, he would send out the invitation and bring a piece of news that he didn't know whether it was good or bad.
The old masters were surprised and mentioned Song Jin's quick calculation skills to many people. They also said that they would talk about it in detail at Ji's house in a few days. Therefore, the number of people who asked him for invitations to broaden their horizons has far exceeded the number in the hall of Chai's house that day. He hoped that Song Jin could be prepared.
After hearing the news, Song Jin felt a wetness on his back. He couldn't help but hate himself for not memorizing a few math problems before traveling through time. Otherwise, he could have memorized some physics principles or chemistry experiments.
All the equations were thrown away. She should have traveled through time after the college entrance examination, not when she was thirty years old.
Song Jin hated it in his heart, but he could do nothing about it. He just told Qingshan that the date could be set on the tenth day. Qingshan got the confirmation and hurriedly replied.
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