The next day, Zong Xiu got up early in the morning, sat in the courtyard and didn't wait for a while, he saw Jiang Chen leading the horse, and immediately sat on his wife Jiang, followed by a carriage, and it was yesterday's Zhuang man who drove the car.

Without waiting for Zong Xiu to speak, Jiang Chen took the lead and said: "There is only one inferior horse in the small family, and I am worried that the adults will not be used to riding it, so I borrowed the carriage. ”

"Haha, Jiang Wuchang is thoughtful, this place is far away from the Guozi Prison, I'm worried about it." Zong Xiu looked at the carriage with a smile and said, "I'll buy a carriage tomorrow, otherwise it's inconvenient to travel or something." ”

While the two were talking and laughing, Jiang Shi slipped into the kitchen to cook on the fire, Zong Xiu ate a few bites casually, and told Yi to watch the door at home, so he took the carriage and Jiang Chen to Guozijian.

Zong Xiu is a teaching assistant at the arithmetic school, and under normal circumstances, his daily class time is from midnight to midnight, and he has three days off every month.

However, the original arithmetic was not pleasant, and now the Guozijian has not yet expanded its recruitment, and most of the students in it are the children of princes and nobles, and they are all young and hold official positions, so whether to go to class or not is decided by the students.

When Zong Xiu reported to Guozijian for the first time, Kong Yingda said: "After noon, the students have not arrived, you can leave by yourself." ”

Therefore, the work of the masters of the country is very easy, and most of the time if the students do not come, they can leave early.

Zong Xiu was bored at home, recuperating from his injuries for more than ten days, and wanted to bounce everywhere to breathe, otherwise he wouldn't want to come to Guozijian.

At the gate of Guozijian, Jiang Chen got off the horse, and after changing guards with the guards on duty, he didn't dare to chat with Zong Xiu anymore.

Zong Xiu also got out of the car and explained a few words to the man of the Zhuang family who was driving the car, and walked towards the Guozi prison with a figure-eight step.

"Tut, I guess there won't be any students here today."

Zong Xiu was smug as he walked, he felt that he didn't need to take long to go to class before he could go home to accompany Yi.

However......

Before Zong Xiu walked to the arithmetic school, he heard a crackling sound of abacus.

The sound of the abacus was like a torrential rain, crackling, crackling, resounding throughout the country's prison.

"Damn, what's the situation?"

Zong Xiu hurriedly ran towards the arithmetic school, and just approached, when he saw the situation inside, his expression became strange.

Good fellows, the whole arithmetic school is full of desks from the pavilion to the grass outside.

The desks were divided into squares, and in front of each square was a 'blackboard'-like flower stand, on which was hung rice paper, and various formulas and arithmetic problems were written.

Densely packed with thousands of people, each with an abacus, is dialing happily.

There are also dozens of old scholars who patrol and guide back and forth, guiding at any time.

Zong Xiu opened his mouth in a daze: "Obediently, the power of the state apparatus is powerful." ”

Just when Zong Xiu was stunned, an old Confucian saw Zong Xiu and scolded lightly: "What's your name, why are you late?" What about your abacus? ”

As soon as this voice came out, the other students turned back.

Qin Huaidao, Fang Yiai, Wei Shuyu and others were overjoyed when they saw Zong Xiu: "Master, are you here?" ”

"Master?" The old Confucian who had just scolded Zong Xiu was stunned.

Qin Huaidao had already rushed over and introduced, "This is the master of Zongxiu. ”

"Zong Xiu?"

"Is that the abacus mantra he passed on?"

"Shhh...... I didn't expect the master who created numbers and formulas to be so young, I thought they were bragging. ”

“……”

Many students stopped the abacus in their hands and looked at Zong Xiu as if they were looking at a strange animal.

Those old Confucians who taught on their behalf also gathered around.

"It turned out to be Master Zong, why did Master Zong have time to come? I heard that the priest-sama said that you took a leave of absence. ”

"Master Zong, in Xia Zhao Wuliang, I didn't know the identity of the adult before, and I was offended, please forgive me."

"Sodai ......"

Most of these gentlemen who teach on behalf of Chang'an City are old Confucians, since Zong Xiu handed over all the abacus formulas, Lao Li has the heart to promote the world together with numbers and formulas.

For a while, the old Confucians, who were a little famous near Chang'an City, were forcibly invited to learn 'new learning' and teach people in order to promote the world.

Zong Xiu recuperated from his injuries for more than ten days, and these old Confucians taught on his behalf.

The most outrageous thing is that in order to promote the 'numbers', formulas, and abacus formulas as quickly as possible, Li Shimin directly ordered to stop other courses in Guozijian, and ordered all students to report on time every day and learn 'new learning'.

Surrounded by a group of old Confucians, with the sound of twittering compliments in his ears, Zong Xiu only felt dizzy, and couldn't help frowning slightly, but he couldn't help but offend people, and forced a smile: "Thank you for teaching these days." Ladies and gentlemen, it's still early, so you might as well continue with the lessons. ”

Zhao Wuliang said: "Since Master Zong is here, why don't you teach a lesson in person?" I'll listen to it later. ”

"Yes, yes, please give a lecture."

"Ladies and gentlemen, pack up and move the seat for the sect's assistant teacher."

"Get moving, let's try to sit together."

“……”

As soon as those old Confucian students sang and harmonized, the students also moved, and everyone moved their desks one after another, as if the school held a mobilization meeting in later generations, but after a while, thousands of tables were moved together, except for the original pavilion of the arithmetic school, the rest was full.

"Master Zong, please." Zhao Wuliang made a gesture of please.

Zong Xiu was speechless.

I'm just here to hang out, and I didn't really want to give a lecture. I knew that you would take classes on my behalf, wouldn't it be good for Lao Tzu to accompany Yi at home?

Thousands of students stared at Zong Xiu, the first time he was watched by so many people, Zong Xiu was really a little unnatural, and said: "Actually, there is nothing to talk about, I just listened to a few gentlemen's lectures, I feel that it is very good." ”

Zhao Wuliang said with no eyes: "Didn't Master Zong just come over?" ”

“……”

Zong Xiu rolled his eyes: "Isn't everything you talked about written on it?" ”

Zong Xiu pointed to the 'blackboard' of the flower stand and said: "The abacus is rote memorization, and then play and practice more, practice makes perfect, there is nothing to say." In this way, you practice again, I will go back and forth, and I will talk about anything wrong. ”

Seeing Zong Xiu's prevarication, the old Confucians couldn't help but be disappointed, but there was nothing wrong with what Zong Xiu said, the abacus mantra was rote memorization, and then more practice and more.

The students moved their desks back to their places again, flipping their abacus. Zong Xiu also walked back and forth in a similar manner, pretending to look at it from time to time.

In this way, Zong Xiu spent a whole morning in Guozi Prison.

And at this moment, in the Daming Palace, Li Shimin was furious, the ministers were trembling, and even the iron buddies who fought the world together in the past were trembling and shrugging their heads, not daring to speak.

At noon, Zong Xiu made an excuse, saying that he was unwell and asked everyone to resign.

Anyway, the formulas have been handed over, and there are old Confucian students teaching on his behalf, and he is the same when he is not there.

Out of the gate of Guozijian, seeing that Jiang Chen was still on duty, Zong Xiu said hello, called the coachman who was waiting next to him, got into the carriage and rushed to the Qujiang courtyard.

Jiang Chen watched the carriage leave, secretly envious of Zong Xiu's leisure, and suddenly his face changed greatly.

"Brothers, I have to leave beforehand, if anyone asks, they will say that I am not feeling well."

Jiang Chen said hello to the guards on duty around him, hurried to the stable, led the horse, and galloped away in the direction where Zong Xiu left......