Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"Wen Chuo suffered a great loss this time. Originally, the position of the direct descendant of the Mo family was set in stone. I didn't expect..."

"Yes, Cao Zhuyu made such a big mess. She should be expelled from the Mo family."

"In the end, she solved the dust explosion case and won the appreciation of Lord Pei."

"You didn't see the look in Lord Pei's eyes just now. It was as if he saw a treasure."

On a table, several young men looked at the black-clothed young man Meng Wen Chuo in front of them with regret.

Meng Wen Chuo's face was calm, and he just smiled faintly when he heard it.

"Lord Cao was able to do better. Wen Chuo naturally admitted that he was inferior. There is nothing to regret."

Although his face did not show any expression, his hands under the table were tightly pinching his thighs.

Blue veins coiled on his hands like little snakes, and his eyes also revealed a bit of fierceness.

The direct descendant of the Mo family is the reserve talent of the Mo family. Even if he cannot become a giant in the future, he must be one of the nine calculations.

Every year, there are only one or two direct descendants of the Mohist School, and they must be nominated by the Nine Calculations of the Mohist School, and then voted.

He and Cao Zhuyu are both strong candidates this year, but some time ago, there was an explosion in the Supervisory Office.

Everyone thought that Cao Zhuyu would be severely punished, and he became the only direct descendant candidate.

Even he thought so.

For this direct descendant position, he has put in too much effort, working day and night, and even with the help of his family.

I thought that this time the direct descendant candidate must be him, but I didn’t expect... What kind of shit luck did Cao Zhuyu have?

The blue-clothed woman next to him was also indignant, holding his sleeves, "It's okay, Brother Wenchuo."

"What's her ability? Isn't it just an explosion? If Brother Wenchuo hadn't studied hard, he would have been famous all over the world."

Everyone at the table nodded when they heard this. There is no doubt that they recognized Meng Wenchuo.

This is not to curry favor with the powerful, but Meng Wenchuo is indeed impeccable in terms of family background and talent.

The Meng family he was born in was a great family of the Mohist school. Meng Sheng, the ancestor of the Meng family, was the third generation great man of the Mohist school.

Although the Meng family was not as prosperous as it was in its heyday, it was still the mainstay of the Mohist school.

Meng Wenchuo was a young genius, regarded as the second Meng Sheng, and was highly expected by the entire Meng family.

Meng Wenchuo was naturally resentful, but he still showed some grace at this time and drank with everyone.

But after a while, he noticed that the blue-clothed woman beside him had left for a long time and had not returned, so he hurriedly asked: "Where is Rusu?"

...

"Hey! This is the little lover that you hooked up with in Zhongshan County? Tsk tsk tsk, how can you find a married man!"

Xie Rusu walked up slowly, sat next to Shen Wuming very naturally, and looked him up and down.

"Shut up, Xie Rusu." Cao Zhuyu frowned slightly, "Mr. Shen is my best friend and the son-in-law of Shouting Houfu."

Shen Wuming noticed that Cao Zhuyu didn't seem to like Xie Rusu very much.

But this seems normal, after all, every beautiful woman is not very friendly to her kind.

However, he did not agree with Cao Zhuyu's close friend status.

To be honest, he did not have much friendship with this woman, and even wanted to distance himself from her.

If it were not for the money, he would not come today.

"Zhuyu, don't be so distant."

Xie Rusu smiled faintly, and then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.

"It's mainly because I heard that you recently solved the bombing case, which should be a further improvement in your Mohist attainments."

"It just so happens that I have a question that I haven't solved for a long time. I wonder if I can come and ask you?"

When she spoke, her voice was quite loud, as if it was intentional, and she immediately attracted the attention of the people around her.

After all, everyone knew that Cao Zhuyu was very likely to be the direct descendant of the Mohist school and would be everyone's immediate boss in the future.

As expected, the scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were cast on Cao Zhuyu, and some even sat over.

The Mohist gathering was an academic discussion. Xie Rusu took the initiative to ask Cao Zhuyu for advice, and Cao Zhuyu naturally could not refuse.

But his face was a little gloomy, and he looked at Xie Rusu.

Xie Rusu saw that everyone around him was looking at him, and his smile became even stronger. He unfolded the paper he had just taken out.

"I was in a county government before, and I saw some villagers asking the county magistrate to divide the inheritance."

"After an old man died, he left 17 cows. The will was that the eldest son got half, the second son got one third, and the third son got one ninth."

"The requirement is that the cows must not be killed. How should they be divided?"

When the people around heard the question, they didn't think there was anything wrong at first, it was just multiplication.

The multiplication of this era has developed to a good level, including fraction multiplication.

But after the multiplication, they fell into confusion.

Seventeen times one half? The result is 8.5!

Could it be that the cows must be cut open, which violates the principle that cows cannot be killed.

"This is a bit tricky!"

"Xie Rusu is deliberately making things difficult for Lord Cao."

"Humph, Cao Zhuyu has taken Meng Wenchuo's position as the heir, Xie Rusu must be dissatisfied."

"Everyone knows that she likes Meng Wenchuo."

Everyone shook their heads and looked at Cao Zhuyu, wanting to see what solution she had.

Pei Mao was chatting with a few old men, all of whom were Mohist seniors.

At this time, his attention was also attracted. Hearing Xie Rusu's question, Pei Mao couldn't help but frowning.

"This girl from the Xie family is a bit too much!"

The other old men had different expressions, and some of them had interest in their eyes, "Why not see how Cao girl responds."

"Mr. Pei, if you want to push her to the position of direct succession, you have to let her accept the challenge."

Pei Mao laughed when he heard this, and this made sense.

He really admired Cao Zhuyu from the bottom of his heart, but he was not the only one who had the final say in the Mohist School.

After all, he was only one of the Nine Calculators, there were eight others, and there was also a Mohist master above him.

Cao Zhuyu took the paper and pen, looked at the questions written on it, and couldn't help frowning.

What Xie Rusu said just now about seeing it in the county government office was pure bullshit.

This problem of dividing the cow is a classic arithmetic problem in the history of the Mohist School.

Cao Zhuyu had seen it before, and had studied it for a long time, but had never solved it.

This is not a difficult problem, but it is extremely simple, it is nothing more than arithmetic multiplication.

But the problem is that the cow cannot be killed, and this is the most troublesome part.

She had no clue for a long time before, and now she naturally couldn't solve it in a short time.

But Xie Rusu had already provoked her, and she couldn't refuse.

If she did, her prestige would be damaged.

Xie Rusu, Meng Wenchuo and others looked at her leisurely, waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

No one had solved this problem, so they didn't believe Cao Zhuyu could solve it in a short time.

After letting Cao Zhuyu think for a while, Xie Rusu smiled jokingly, "Zhuyu, if you can't solve it..."

The smile on her face became more and more intense, even spreading across her entire face.

Cao Zhuyu pursed her lips, and then her eyes for help fell on Shen Wuming.

She didn't say anything, but her eyes were pitiful.

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