Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The autumn rain that had lasted for several days finally ended, and God looked at his face, and there was actually the sun today.

Colorful clothes are hanging in the yard, and the bells are rubbed every time they pass by.

"Bell, don't bite your clothes!"

Xiaobai saw the bell eagerly and wanted to bite the quilt to dry, and hurriedly drove it over.

Bell was baring his teeth, ran to Fang Xing's side, and put his head on his shoe.

"Lazy dog!"

Fang Xing put the bell on his feet and closed his eyes comfortably, and couldn't help but smile and curse.

"Master, someone made a post."

A maid came in with a post in her hand.

Fang Xing took it, took a look, nodded and said, "Tell the people who come, I will go tomorrow."

After waiting for the maid to go, Fang Xing leaned back on the back of the chair, closing his eyes and thinking.

Zhang Shuhui asked cautiously: "Husband, but that?"

Fang Xing opened his eyes and smiled: "Yes, that guy, the time for the decisive battle has finally arrived, I'm very excited."

At this time, Daming was already using abacus, but it was not popular.

In the field of mathematics, Ming had already cancelled Ming Mathematics in the imperial examination.

Some current writings, such as the Tongyuan algorithm, are far behind the Song and Yuan level.

Fang Xing leaned over and touched Bell's head, turned around and went to the study.

The next day, there was a rush of people in the Imperial Prison.

Hong Bing was here very early. When he was surrounded by people and walked into the Imperial College, the teachers and students lined up to meet him made him feel hot, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, thank you."

"Mr. Hong, we must teach Fang Xing well!"

"Mr. Hong, don't be merciful!"

"..."

Hong Bingzheng smiled and arched his hands, and was greeted by several professors.

Time is passing, and Ma Su did not come today. The students of the Imperial College laughed that he was afraid of his teacher's failure, so he didn't have the face to see people.

At the end of the hour, several professors were asking Hong Bingzheng how big he was. He stood up and said, "The hour is almost up. Everyone will say it, but I prefer to be in front of everyone to let Fang Xing see how far he is from me. !"

Walking out of the lounge, looking at the sun, Hong Bingzheng frowned and said, "Couldn't Fang Xing dare to come, right?"

The time written on the post is Shizheng, which seems to be coming soon.

"somebody is coming."

At this moment, a group of people rushed in at the door, and it was Fang Xing who was in the lead.

"I'm coming!"

"He really dared to come!"

Fang Xing was in front, Ma Su and Liu Pu were in the back, and then the ten famous family members Xin Laoqi took.

This way of playing is not luxurious, and it's not even as big as Hong Bingzheng's followers.

Hong Bing was looking at the young Fang Xing and hummed: "Everyone, let's get ready to start."

Fang Xing approached, he saw Hong Bingzheng at first sight, and he said, "Mr. Hong is indeed a talented person, but I don't know what bezoar horse treasure is in his stomach."

He almost wanted to talk about the talent of a bitch, but he thought that this was the Imperial College, and finally held back.

Hong Bingzheng's eyes were clear, and he said like a soul engineer: "You are still young. It doesn't matter if you do something wrong, there is still a chance to look back. In front of everyone today, as long as you admit the plagiarism, I will open it immediately. This matter."

"Mr. Hong really has high morals, I'm not as good as my generation!"

"If I were Fang Xing, I should wake up when I heard this."

"..."

Fang Xing listened to these comments with a smile on his face, and then said: "You edit, you continue to edit!"

Liu Pu hated Hong Bingzheng who was such a good-looking guy the most, so he said: "Don't be nonsense, since you said that Brother Dehua stole your secret book, then everyone will show up today, and everyone will have a look. Who is the liar!"

A look of regret appeared on Hong Bingzheng's face, and he nodded and said, "No matter, since you are obsessed with understanding, then I have to do harm to my Mingjiao!"

Fang Xing smiled calmly and said, "I didn't understand something in my studies in the past. Only then did I realize the truth is that hearing is not as good as seeing."

"What do you not understand?"

A professor at the side asked some good teachers, and at the same time, he was ready to ridicule Fang Xing after answering.

Fang Xing looked at Hong Bingzheng and smiled and said, "I used to study, but when I read the word shameless, I didn't understand the meaning. Today I have seen it."

"hiss!"

When the professor heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Hong Bingzheng, thinking that the two people who met for the first time, regardless of the victory or defeat today, will definitely become mortal enemies from now on.

Hong Bingzheng smiled slightly, "Young people always like to be silent, I don't care about you."

"Sure enough, it is Mr. Hong, and now it seems that Fang Xing is a little unsteady."

Fang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "Since it's useless to say more, then let's start!"

The terrain here is wide, and there are some stone tables and stools, which is also a good place.

Hong Bing was arching his hands towards a gray-haired old man in front of him: "Xue Qin Gong, what is the regulation today, please give me your instructions."

Ma Su whispered in Fang Xing's ear: "That person is called Chen Mao, who is called Xueqin. He is a guest of the Imperial College, and his momentum is not small."

Fang Xing nodded, and then took Ma Su and Liu Pu to occupy a stone table. Xin Laoqi and Jiading were behind him.

Chen Mao coughed dryly, walked between the two sides, glanced at the hundreds of teachers and students who were onlookers, and said: "Mathematics is just a trail. I will wait for learning to be the basis and report to the emperor's society and help the people of Li, so as to live up to the saints. The learning."

The opening remarks first emphasized the importance of Confucianism. This is what everyone expected.

"Today, Hong Bingzheng raised an objection, saying that Fang Xing from Peking Mansion had plagiarized his arithmetic secrets. I am waiting to be a witness today."

Chen Mao saw that both sides were silent, so he continued: "Now I have prepared two methods, the first is to argue between the two sides; the second is that the two sides have their own questions, and how much is right or wrong to decide the victory or defeat, how?"

Fang Xing said lightly: "Or just argue!"

Arguing is in front of everyone, and the two arguing on arithmetic issues until one of them concedes defeat.

Chen Mao's cheeks trembled, and he turned to Hong Bingzheng.

"And you?"

Those who dare to choose to argue are by no means counterfeit! Otherwise, in front of hundreds of students in the Imperial College, his saliva would drown him.

Hong Bingzheng said faintly: "Talk of tongue is not my strong point, let's ask the question!"

It stands to reason that Fang Xing had the upper hand in this round of selection~www.NovelMTL.com~, but immediately someone continued to praise Hong Bingzheng's virtues.

"Savvy to action but not to words, Mr. Hong really has the style of an ancient gentleman!"

Chen Mao asked Fang Xing: "What do you think?"

Fang Xing spread his hands, "I don't care, just ask the question if you ask it, it's just..."

Chen Mao was quick to answer this time, and he almost woke up and couldn't react.

"If this is the case, then you two will give each other questions, and the final outcome will be judged by a few professors in front of everyone."

Damn it!

Fang Xing was really a bit angry. He thought it was a professor from the Imperial College who asked the question, and then he and Hong Bingzheng would answer it. But now it has become that the two are asking questions for each other. Isn't this biased towards Hong Bing, what is it?

"Big scholar? I'm pooh!"

Chen Mao didn't even ask for his opinions, so he decided on the way to write the question, which made Fang Xing even more contemptuous of the so-called great scholars. (To be continued.)