Happy Little Scholar

Qin Huan listened to the people from the Imperial College and Hongwen Hall vying for advice, and waited quietly aside, the expression on his face not changing much.

Although his surname is Qin, he has no relationship with the Prime Minister of Qin. Because of his sensitive status, he has never agreed to the recruitment of any prince.

Moreover, from the bottom of his heart, he did not agree with King Shu becoming the next emperor.

If it were just mediocre qualifications, it would be fine. The country that had been stabilized by generations of emperors in Jingguo would be difficult to defeat in his hands. However, what the King of Shu had done in recent days had made him a little wary.

There is no need to say that there is no talent or ability. If a generation of emperors does not even have the most basic virtues, Jingguo may be destroyed when surrounded by foreign enemies.

As for the Prince Li Yi and Qin Huan of Chang'an County whom everyone is discussing, he has never doubted His Majesty's ability to recognize people. Since Your Majesty asked him to teach arithmetic to all the princes and princesses, it means that Prince Li of County Li does have such qualifications.

But in any case, this matter had nothing to do with him. He no longer paid attention to this matter. Qin Huan glanced casually around the hall. Just when he was about to take it back, his expression suddenly became startled and he looked in a certain direction.

Beside the table above, the fat figure of King Shu was lying on the table, biting the end of his pen and frowning, as if he was thinking about something.

Not long after, his brows relaxed again, with a somewhat proud expression on his round face. He picked up a pen and wrote quickly on the paper. After a while, his brows wrinkled again...

Looking at this scene, Qin Huan suddenly felt confused.

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Seeing that the Imperial Academy was extremely disparaging about Li Yi's new arithmetic, Emperor Jing frowned and asked, "It's not that the new arithmetic created by Li Xianzi is convenient and easy to implement. I asked the Imperial Academy to try it out for one year. If it is possible, then promote it to the world." It will create a new situation in arithmetic. With such merit, why can’t Mr. Li become the prince’s teacher?”

An old man snorted and said: "I have seen Li Yi's new calculation method. It is just crooked and evil. How can it be compared with the method passed down by the ancestors? The calculation method is so convenient, but he actually wants to replace it. Such people who have forgotten their ancestors after countless classics, If I encounter him, I will smash his head!"

Qin Huan withdrew his eyes from King Jin, glanced at the old man, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

That Li Xianzi dared to beat the King of Shu, so why should he be afraid of an old Confucian? He was afraid that the old bones would be torn apart before he could crack the opponent's head.

After the old Confucian finished speaking, the Imperial Academy offered wine and said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, although some people in the Imperial Academy think that Li Yi's new arithmetic is remarkable, it cannot replace our plan. If it is implemented rashly, I am afraid it will only lead to misunderstandings." My dear fellow, if the foundation of our Jingguo students is destroyed, I will be responsible for my death..."

In front of Emperor Jing, the Imperial Academy's words of offering wine were already very tactful.

It probably means that what Li Yi's new arithmetic is, we at the Imperial College don't like it at all. Your Majesty, you, a layman, should stop making blind comparisons. When it comes to this, we at the Imperial College are the professionals.

Afterwards, several people came forward to speak. Their words were almost the same as the Imperial Academy's wine offering, and they dismissed Li Yi's new arithmetic as worthless. If such people were allowed to teach the princes and princesses arithmetic again, not only would the Imperial Academy and Hongwen Hall be embarrassed, but Your Majesty would also be embarrassed. Your face is about to be thrown outside the palace gate.

Emperor Jing frowned, and a hint of suspicion finally appeared on his face.

Although he also dabbled in arithmetic, he was not arrogant enough to be more powerful than people like the Imperial College. Everyone, including the two great scholars, denounced Li Yi's new arithmetic. Was he really wrong?

Thinking of the way Li Yi taught the princes and princesses in the past, Emperor Jing became even more suspicious.

Seeing the suspicion on Emperor Jing's face, several officials from the Imperial College and bachelors from the Hongwen Hall finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The teacher of the princes has a respected and extraordinary status, which in itself is an invisible protective umbrella. Without this status, the prince of Chang'an County is just the prince of Chang'an County, and it will be much easier for them to deal with it.

Qin Huan glanced at Yan Bing again and found that he still had a dead face. His Majesty was obviously about to be convinced by them. Isn't Yan really prepared to do something?

Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with him anyway. Qin Huan shook his head and accidentally glanced at King Jin behind him, and found that he had put down his pen and stretched. The expression on his face seemed to be somewhat satisfied?

"In that case..." Thinking that Li Yi himself seemed dissatisfied with this job, Emperor Jing thought for a while and said, "Let's select from the Imperial Academy..."

"Father."

Suddenly a child's voice came from behind him. Emperor Jing turned his head and saw Jin Wang Li Han standing behind him, holding something in his hand.

After taking a closer look, I discovered that it was a memorial just submitted by the Ministry of War. It recorded the details of various military expenditures, which was what the two ministers had just argued about.

He took the memorial from Li Han's hand and said, "Don't move around here. Han'er will wait a little longer. Father will play with you when he's done."

"Father, they made a mistake in calculating a question." King Jin raised his head and looked at Emperor Jing and said.

The nine-year-old fat boy is actually quite handsome, and when he raises his head to speak, he looks even more adorable.

At this time, his face looked a little proud, like a child who had done something good and was waiting for praise from an adult.

This is exactly what happened.

Emperor Jing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile and said, "Han'er, don't make trouble, go over there and play."

Even though Li Yi once told him that Prince Jin had a strong arithmetic talent, Emperor Jing did not think that he would be better than the arithmetic masters from the Imperial College.

If there is any problem with this memorial, the Ministry of War will lose many heads. How can Yan Bing take this matter lightly?

"Father, they really calculated it wrong!" Father did not believe him, Li Han felt a little wronged and said anxiously.

Emperor Jing frowned and was about to scold, but when he saw the aggrieved face of Prince Jin, tears were about to come out, he remembered that he had not talked to him properly for a long time, and his heart softened, saying: "Okay, then Han'er tell father, where they are wrong?"

The little fat man smiled again, opened the memorial in Emperor Jing's hand, and saw the dense and strange characters on the memorial. Yan Bing, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, changed his face and looked at Emperor Jing, "Your Majesty, this..."

Emperor Jing waved his hand and said: "Just draft a new one after going down."

Yan Bing watched Prince Jin open the long memorial and spread it on the ground. The originally blank space had already been filled, and he could only smile bitterly and nodded.

"Here, right here." The little fat man pointed to a place and said confidently: "Father, look, the grain and grass transportation between Liangzhou and Youzhou should not be distributed like this. In this way, there will be too much consumption on the road..."

The King of Jin half-knelt on the ground, pointed to a formula he listed next to him, and said: "If there is more here and less here, it will be the best distribution. At least more than 10% of the loss can be reduced, and there will be a lot of silver..."

The people in the Imperial College did not take this matter to heart at all. Yan Bing and Emperor Jing did not think that a nine-year-old child could point out the mistakes in the court's military expenditure, so they did not pay attention to it either.

Although the King of Jin was very vague in some places, Qin Huan, who has always been sensitive to silver, quickly understood it.

The purpose of the Ministry of Revenue has always been to do the most things with the least silver, and it wants to reduce the application by 20% no matter where it is.

The military expenditure is huge, and it is the largest part of the Ministry of Revenue's appropriation every year. He has always been very cautious. However, because the Ministry of War has its own set of calculation methods for this, and there are mathematical masters from the Imperial College to help, Qin Huan has almost never doubted their correctness.

What is the result?

The problem can be solved with only 100,000 taels, but the Ministry of War asked the Ministry of Revenue for 120,000 taels. Of course, this money was not embezzled by the Ministry of War, but was thrown away on the road in vain...

This is just one time.

20,000 taels once, how much is ten times?

If the mathematical doctors of the Imperial College are all at this level, how much silver that should not be wasted has been wasted in the treasury over the years?

Thinking of His Majesty's tax reduction and exemption, the treasury is empty, and he is worried about silver every day, and it is difficult to eat and sleep. The Ministry of War and the Imperial College are still dragging the Ministry of Revenue. Qin Huan's heart is immediately filled with anger.

Of course, he will not be so impulsive. His Royal Highness the King of Shu is just a child under ten years old. What if he calculated it wrong?

So Qin Huan squatted down and began to check it himself.

After a while, Qin Huan's breathing gradually became heavy. He looked up at Yan Bing, the Minister of War, and the people in the Imperial College. His eyes were bloodshot, like a beast that was ready to eat its prey.

[ps: This chapter makes up for what I owed yesterday. ]

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