As soon as the gong sounded, everyone suddenly quieted down.
Song Jinxiu said loudly: "I am talking about mathematics, which is different from traditional mathematics. You can think of it as a new course opened by the Imperial College."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a commotion.
"No way, she is a doctor of mathematics? Why is she a woman?"
"It's a disgrace to let a little girl teach us math."
"Yes, does she know what three down five divided by two, one back six twenty-five means?"
The gong was struck "ding ding" and the place suddenly became quiet.
Song Jinxiu raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "No noise is allowed during my class. Those who are willing to listen, please sit down. Those who are not willing to listen, please get out."
Her sharp and clear rebuke, with a hint of spiritual power, shocked everyone's heart.
Finally it's quiet.
Song Jinxiu took out a piece of chalk and wrote five big words on the blackboard: Multiplication Table.
Zhen Buxing, who was standing aside and watching the excitement, had a flash of light in his eyes.
Multiplication table? With the number nine, could it be that she really knows the legendary Nine Causes of the Great Dao?
Song Jinxiu glanced at everyone coldly, and the teachers of the Imperial College held their breath immediately. They had the same idea as Zhen Buxing.
Jiujiu... It seems that he was stimulated by this and revealed his secret method directly?
They suppressed their excitement, fearing that they would make any noise, and the girl would not write.
Even though everyone looks down on the girl, she is the emperor's appointed chief doctor of mathematics, so she should be good at something, right?
Everyone was skeptical.
Song Jinxiu sneered. The students in the Imperial College were not as obedient as those in Songjia Village. Humph! Since they are disobedient, there is no teaching method that will naturally make them disobedient.
Song Jinxiu wrote out the multiplication table using Arabic numerals.
The teachers of the Imperial College stared at each other in bewilderment.
"What is this? Do you understand?"
"I don't understand. It's like a ghost painting. Is she making fun of us?"
Song Jinxiu smiled and asked, "Does everyone not understand?"
I don't understand, look at you guys.
Song Jinxiu continued: "Those who have the ability can figure it out on their own. If you don't understand, ask my assistants."
She then said to the younger generation of the Jin generation, "You teach them Arabic numerals and these symbols. Tell them that they must memorize them today and that the class will start the day after tomorrow."
Originally, she was going to teach everyone Arabic numerals first, but these teachers in the Imperial College had a sense of superiority, so well, figure it out on your own!
Since you look down on me, then you should shamelessly ask my teaching assistants for advice.
Song Jinxiu threw down the multiplication table on the blackboard, turned around and left the get out of class.
A young eunuch hidden in the crowd took a copied multiplication table and hurried back to the palace to report.
"Hey, this, this, where are we going?"
"Yes, she wrote a piece of heavenly writing and then walked away. I think she did it on purpose."
Zhen Buxing was so angry that he went to complain to the Imperial College's chief priest: "Master, she left early and should be fined."
He couldn't understand that divine book, and was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. Unfortunately, the people who understood it left without saying a word.
snort! The little girl did it on purpose!
The Imperial College's chief priest glanced at him and said, "Dr. Song is the Princess of Kangle, who was personally conferred by His Majesty. She does not rely on salary to make a living."
"W-what? Princess?"
Zhen Buxing staggered, "When will you come to see the princess?"
The Imperial Academy's chief priest said, "He was just conferred the title yesterday. The conferment ceremony will be held in a month."
As he said this, he glanced at Zhen Buxing and whispered, "I just got to know this gossip too. I'm telling you this just to get you to be quiet. We can't afford to offend these people."
Finally, he offended the princess.
Zhen Buxing sat there in a daze, not coming to his senses for a long time.
There was still a lot of discussion in the classroom, with many people filled with indignation, while many people were already humbly seeking advice from the younger generations of the Jin generation.
"Assistant Professor Song, what does this heavenly book mean?"
"Yes, brother, what does Dr. Song mean by this? I hope you can give me some advice."
Although I couldn't understand it, this heavenly book was like a staircase, and it seemed to be in order at first glance.
The descendants of the Jin generation were surrounded by these high-ranking teachers from the Imperial College, and they felt excited and happy.
They were the first to be teachers at the Imperial College. Now that they are back in Songjia Village, won’t they brag about it for the rest of their lives?
Song Jinxiu left the Imperial College and asked Su to drive the carriage behind her, while she and Yingchun went shopping leisurely.
This was her first time going shopping in the true sense since coming to Beijing.
"Miss, the capital is quite interesting. Nanny Lin said that people who sell things in the capital like to gather together. For example, most of the rouge sellers are in Rouge Lane, and the vegetable sellers go to the vegetable market."
Yingchun was chirping and was very excited because she was serving Jinxiu personally and it was also her first time to go shopping.
"Eh? Little Sister-in-law?"
A familiar voice sounded behind me.
Song Jinxiu turned around and saw Little Li running towards her with a look of surprise on his face.
"Is it really you? When did you come to Beijing? Why didn't you come to see me when you came?"
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "I've only been here for a few days and have settled down. This is the first time I went out shopping and I ran into you."
"That shows that we are destined to be together, Little Nun. Since you are coming to the capital, let's go. I will treat you to our famous skewers of meat today."
"Well, it seems that Little Li is doing well, with a rosy face and a lot of money. Will he be proud of himself when he returns to Beijing?
"Hahaha, it's all thanks to Little Nun, otherwise I wouldn't be able to return to the capital."
The two chatted and laughed as they entered a nearby restaurant.
"I am so happy to see you again, little nun."
As Little Li Da said this, he suddenly blushed and said, "I'm getting married next month. Little Sister-in-law, why don't you stay in the capital for a few more days and attend my wedding?"
Song Jinxiu said cheerfully, "Oh, no wonder you look so happy, it turns out that there is something going on. Don't worry, I won't leave the capital in the short term, and I will definitely attend your wedding."
"That's great, little sister-in-law, you are my benefactor. I am so happy to receive your blessing. But where are you going to stay, little sister-in-law? If you want to stay in an inn, you might as well stay in my villa. My villa is free."
"No, I live somewhere else."
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the two were chatting happily when suddenly a figure rushed over.
"Hey, isn't this the young leader of the Song clan? I thought I was seeing things. Is this the autumn queen coming to the capital?"
Song Jinxiu looked at the girl in yellow who rushed up to her and looked her up and down rudely.
Li Wan, why are you everywhere?
A domineering young lady who spoke in a sarcastic tone, Song Jinxiu didn't want to pay any attention to her.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, what are you wearing? It's so weird. You didn't even bother to dress up when you came to the capital. You're such a country bumpkin."
"I said, are you crazy? I can wear whatever I want, what's it to you?"
This dress of hers was designed by her herself.
The narrow sleeves are for the convenience of raising the arms to write on the blackboard.
After all, this was ancient times, and the emperor was enlightened that a girl could become a doctor. She didn't want to reveal her fair skin when she raised her arm.
Although showing her arms is nothing to her, it would be disgusting if those sour Confucianists used it to make a fuss.
The skirts here also have a slit at the back, so most girls take small steps. Because the skirt restricts me, I can't take big steps.
In order to walk more conveniently, she simply imitated the Mongolian riding outfit and opened four slits in her skirt. The slits overlapped each other but did not open the skirt too wide to expose her legs.
Even Aunt Chang and Nanny Lin said this dress was good, so why did Li Wan call it "country bumpkin"?
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