"The warehouse was opened and 1,534 dan of rice arrived from household A. Upon inspection, I found grains mixed in with it. I took a handful of rice from the sample and counted 28 grains among the 254 grains. The ratio of grains to grains is 300 per spoonful. I'd like to know how much of the mixed grains are in the rice?"
"There is a wall of rice placed at the inner corner of a wall, the circumference of which is eight feet and the height is five feet. What is the product of the two? How many meters is it?"
The well-mannered, knowledgeable, and talented top scholar who is both literary and martial "......"
It feels so familiar, but I really don’t know how to do it.
His gaze moved downwards again, and he saw some questions that he could solve. He immediately rubbed his hands together and began to write furiously.
Although I don't know where His Highness got the difficult problem from, since he can't solve it, His Highness will definitely not do it!
He will not admit defeat.
The main system began to observe secretly again. The level of mathematics in this era was low.
Although there are a few talented people who are worthy of attention, most of them are ruined on the road to imperial examinations.
Arithmetic is just a minor subject, the imperial examination is the mainstream, who has the conditions to devote himself to research?
The main system was quite surprised that such talents could be born in such an environment.
Human beings are indeed a magical species. They can survive in desperate situations and climb to the top of mountains from plains.
It can also infect the system with viruses.
Humans are kind of scary.
Arithmetic questions only account for a small part of the imperial examinations, which means that students will not spend a lot of energy studying them.
However, after being personally granted by the little fat boy, the main system believes that humans in this future era will be able to reach new heights.
That is very far away, and it doesn't know whether it will stay there forever.
Humans die easily, and hosts can only be bound once; they cannot make the host immortal.
The human species was genetically determined.
The system cannot intervene.
The main system silently repeated several times that it should not intervene, as if warning itself.
Although the first two questions were a bit difficult, Shang Ling wrote the latter ones very smoothly. He secretly watched the little prince scratch his face.
I felt confident in my heart that he would definitely answer more questions than His Highness.
After all, I have eaten more than 20 years of extra food.
On the road to the imperial examination, Shang Ling had only met a few classmates who were above the level of mathematics.
He was sure that none of the Jinshi scholars in the 23rd year of Mingxi could surpass him in this regard.
Otherwise, Shang Ling wouldn't have such arrogance in his bones, and he wouldn't even answer so confidently in front of the young prince.
The little fat boy knew that Shang Ling was peeking at him.
He had finished writing it a long time ago, but Mr. Shang hadn't finished yet, and the fat boy didn't want to embarrass Mr. Shang.
So he also scribbled and drew, and scratched his ears and cheeks like Mr. Shang.
The little fat boy is a good boy who respects his teachers, so he cannot stop writing when Mr. Shang stops writing. It is better for him to stop later than Mr. Shang.
Shang Ling had made many plans in his mind. How should he answer the questions for the prince when the time comes? And how should he tell the prince that he didn't know the answers to the first two questions either?
Will the prince cry?
He was so small and so cute, Shang Ling didn't want him to cry.
He was wondering whether he should cross out a few answers to make the little prince happier?
But the little fat boy didn't give him this opportunity. He pretended to tidy up the papers and said, "Mr. Shang, the nest is ready~"
Shang Ling's eyes lit up and he was excited that he could show his talents in front of His Highness again.
He pretended to be calm and coughed twice.
He was so excited that he didn't even notice the slight pity in Jiang Yuanxing's eyes when he returned.
"I'll take a look at this--" The voice stopped abruptly, and Shang Ling froze in place, looking at the densely packed problem-solving steps on the paper.
For the first time, I had a sense of who I was and where I was.
He turned the paper over and over in disbelief.
Shang Ling had no doubt that the little prince had written it randomly. He was so smart and cute, how could he do such a thing?
So he began to read it carefully, exclaiming from time to time.
Seeing that Mr. Shang was both crying and laughing, the little fat boy also picked up Shang Ling's paper and started reading it.
After a moment, the little fat boy had a look of shame on his face. If he had known, he would have written less.
Mr. Shang said the same thing as Xiexie, he's going crazy!
The little fat boy looked at Shang Ling, his big eyes full of heartache. "Don't be sad. Ding Ding said I'm standing on the shoulders of giants. You will definitely be better than me in the future."
Seeing that Shang Ling didn't say anything, the little fat boy thought he was very sad.
He poked the dimple on his hand and said sorry in his heart.
Ding Ding, I'm going to be a bad kid who tells lies.
"Mr. Shang, I wrote it randomly. You are better than me! Really." The little fat boy said and nodded affirmatively.
Shang Ling suddenly yelled "No!"
Fortunately, the people around the little fat boy were often startled, and the animals around him were roaring and chirping, so he had gotten used to it.
Shang Ling's face flushed. "Your Highness! Dazhao is blessed to have you. With you here, do we in Dazhao need to fear the Chu State and the Mobei Alliance?"
As if he knew he had strayed from the topic, he asked again, "Your Highness, how did you know this? Do you have any similar questions?"
Chu and Mobei Alliance?
This question went around in the little fat boy's mind.
"Yes~I'll teach you, Mr. Teacher." The little fat boy suppressed the doubts in his heart and started to act like a little teacher again.
Shang Ling has a very good foundation, and the little fat boy understands things immediately.
Faced with such a student, the fat teacher was very happy and he wanted to reward this good student.
"Mr. Shang, these are the math problems I gave you. You have to do them well."
Mr. Shang likes doing exercises so much, and the fat boy feels that this reward is really a great one.
But it turns out that no student likes homework.
Shang Ling was no exception. He was smiling, but the sadness in his eyes was almost overflowing.
After a while, Jiang Yuanxing said that the young prince should rest.
The little fat boy said goodbye to Shang Ling reluctantly, and then left a pile of rewards.
Shang Ling was left standing there holding the paper, looking both happy and sad.
The little fat boy held Jiang Yuanxing's hand and said with his mouth tightly pursed, "I'm going to find Daddy!"
Jiang Yuanxing was startled and tried to coax him, "Your Majesty is busy. May I go and inform you? When the Majesty is free, he will come to see you."
The little fat boy looked at him and nodded.
The beloved son missed him, and the emperor came shortly after receiving the news.
The little fat boy was so happy to see his father that he rushed over like a little penguin. He raised his hands and said, "Hug me~ I want a hug~"
The emperor smiled, squatted down, and lifted his son above his head. "Let's go and have dinner~"
The little fat boy clapped his hands excitedly and sang a song.
The emperor would cheer him on from time to time, which made the little fat boy even more proud to twist his little butt and sing.
The emperor personally fed his son a few mouthfuls of soup to moisten his throat before asking, "How was your day?"
"Hello, Mr. Shang~"
"Compared to Minister Pei?"
"It's different~"
"Then who do you like?" the emperor asked casually.
The little fat boy looked at him steadily, with a cunning look in his big eyes, "Father knows~"
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