Meng Yi wants to challenge Fang Ling, but that doesn't mean that the toad jumps into the oil pot to find death.

Fang Ling is called a master, but it is not a waste of fame, if he doesn't have real talent and real learning, how can he afford the word "master"?! If it was to recite classical texts, Fang Ling would come easily, and said unceremoniously that Rao was here and was afraid of him.

Now, Meng Yi is whimsical and wants to make it difficult to live in Ling, isn't that a fool's dream?!

But that's the case, Meng Yi really did that, he wanted to challenge Fang Ling, Fang Fuzi.

But when I saw the other students in the class, they all had the mentality of watching the excitement, and at this moment, one of the students thought of a sentence: scumbags fight school tyrants, whoever wins will speak.

Scholars, Tuoba Yi also; Scholar Tyrant, House Yuya.

For a while, the smell of gunpowder between Meng Yi and Fang Ling was full, and the students who ate melons looked at each other, all of them were talking about it, they were so arrogant, trying to stump Fang Ling.

"Tuoba Yi is really arrogant, who does he think he is, he wants to stump Master Fang, does he really think that he is Kong Meng alive?!"

"Although he scored first in the entrance exam, no one like him really needs to be taught a lesson."

"Yes, yes, I'll wait and see how he gets kicked out of the classroom."

None of the students were optimistic about Tuoba Yi, thinking that he was just a frog at the bottom of the well, and he tried in vain to challenge the master's great wisdom with his own little cleverness, which was simply looking ugly.

Still want to have a difficult house? It's like an egg hitting a stone, and you can't think of anything other than crushing it.

In the yellow character class, the discussion and ridicule of his classmates all fell on his ears, and Meng Yi ignored them completely.

At this time, I only heard Fang Ling say again: "Tuoba Yi, it's too late for you to admit your mistake to this master now, if you lose later, blame me for blasting you out of the classroom." ”

"Forgive the student for being stupid, I really don't know what is wrong with the student, so I just raised my own question, and if it is regarded as wrong just because I questioned Confucius's eating habits, then the student really has nothing to say." Meng Yi said with a tough attitude.

He really couldn't understand that he only questioned Confucius's speech, and did not deny Confucius's bad habits, but he just said the words of the family, but now he is being named by the teacher as "deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors", which is really unconvincing to him.

Seeing that he was so hard-mouthed, Fang Ling was too lazy to speak, this son could not be taught, only after defeating the others, could he justifiably drive him away, so as not to defile the sacred classroom.

"Without further ado, let's talk about your problem."

Fang Ling is slightly well-dressed, with a straight waist, and looks very confident.

"The student's question is simple." Meng Yi said indifferently, "In the south of Dongshan, there are thousands of miles, there is a city, and there are more than 800 people in the city. ”

"Now that the emperor is gracious, he wants to open a warehouse to help the people, but how can he expect that the granary is empty, and there is only the ration for 600 people, dare to ask the master, when the granary is insufficient, how to give the food rations of 600 people to 800 people? Of the 800, 200 are estimated to have been mixed in with the refugees for the purpose of eating free rations. ”

After listening, Fang Ling's eyes widened, and he thought that he would ask himself a question about literature, but what was he talking about? Brain teasers? Fang Ling said: "What kind of problem is this? Puzzles?! ”

"This is a question of people's livelihood." Meng Yi replied.

"Nonsense, how can this be called a matter of people's livelihood? There is no record of it in the book at all. Fang Ling asked, he had never seen such a question in a book, and there was never any record in the book.

It's not so much about people's livelihood issues, but as for calculation problems, for Fang Ling, it's okay to talk on paper, if you really want to talk about these practical problems, don't look at his age, it's really difficult to have a good solution.

To put it bluntly, Fang Ling is just a nerd who reads dead books, he doesn't know how to integrate it, and he blindly reads to death, after all, he will only be a teacher for the rest of his life.

"If you study the books of the sages and sages hard, and think that you know the way of Confucius and Mencius, but you don't know that the way of Confucius and Mencius lies in the people's livelihood and people's foundation, and the way you have learned will benefit all the people in the world. Dare to ask the master, how can this not be considered a matter of people's livelihood? Meng Yi said with reason.

The way of Confucius and Mencius is mostly compared with the people, so Confucianism advocates the people's livelihood as the foundation. The question Meng Yi raised just now is a good thing that benefits the people, so how can it not be considered a people's livelihood?

From this point of view, Meng Yi's words are indeed not wrong, but there is no lack of sophistry in them. After all, it's not easy to find a reason.

Seeing that Fang Ling had nothing to say, Meng Yi deliberately asked, "Master, it's time for you to answer?" Students want to know how to achieve an eight-hundred-man ration with a six-hundred-man ration? And how to exclude the more than 200 people? ”

"This ......"

Fang Ling only understands it, and it is not a problem for him to recite the classics of the sages, but it is indeed difficult for him to say that it is such a practical problem.

It's no wonder that Fang Ling can't answer, the question Meng Yi said just now is definitely a difficult problem for an old minister in the court.

Since ancient times, there has never been a shortage of disaster displaced people in the world, and it is common for the state to open warehouses for relief, but there are so many disaster victims, but the food in the granary can only last for a period of time, and it is not the fundamental solution after all.

The biggest problem is that the food supply is insufficient, and it is difficult to completely alleviate the suffering of the victims.

Two thousand years ago, the technology of agricultural cultivation was not as good as that of modern mechanized operations, and the harvest of the people was to eat from the sky, and the heavens had mercy, and the rain would be nectar, and the harvest was naturally much higher; The sky is not beautiful, and there is a great drought, and there is no harvest in the fields.

Therefore, the problem mentioned by Meng Yi can be regarded as the right problem that an ancient king often encounters, and from this point of view, it can also be regarded as a problem of people's livelihood.

And Meng Yi's topic is slightly different, among the mixed 800 people, there are 200 people who deliberately take advantage, that is to say, if you want to solve this problem perfectly, you must find out the 200 people.

Fang Ling couldn't answer, and the other students in the class were secretly trying to figure out a way, but the result was that no one could come up with an answer, because there was no solution to this question.

After thinking for a long time, Fang Fuzi said, "How is this possible? The topic you just mentioned is simply unsolvable, and it is absolutely impossible to give the weight of 600 people to 800 people, let alone 200 bastards. ”

Meng Yi's problem can definitely be regarded as a two-way problem, and the most important thing is how to get rid of the bastards of the two hundred people, so that the next problem can be easily solved, but it is easy to say, but how difficult it is to really practice.

"So, the master can't answer?" Meng Yi sneered.

Although Fang Ling didn't want to admit that he couldn't answer, but the fact was that he really couldn't think of a good way to solve this problem.

"Master Ben really can't answer it, because there is no solution to this question, and it can't be regarded as my loss."

Fang Ling has his own self-esteem and pride, and he wants him to admit that he lost, and in front of so many people, is he shameless?

knew that he would not admit defeat easily, so Meng Yicai said: "Whoever said that there is no solution to this question, and the master can't answer it, it doesn't mean that others can't answer it." ”

"You're saying you have a way?" Fang Ling said with a little surprise.

This is absolutely impossible, if you want to conjure the weight of more than 200 people out of thin air, unless it is an immortal, otherwise, others will not be able to do it at all.

"Yes, students can do it."

As soon as his words were spoken, they attracted the attention of countless people, and even the master could not answer the questions, how could he have a good solution?

In their cognition, the Master's words are right, and if the Master doesn't do it, they will definitely not, just as Fang Ling thinks that Confucius's words must be right, and he never has a skeptical attitude.

Over time, this passive acceptance has become a habit, and in the end, even the most basic thinking ability has been lost, and it can only be resigned to it.

Meng Yi hates this method the most, he doesn't like this kind of cramming education, what he wants is open education, teachers give students enough time to think, only in this way can they achieve transcendence, in order to become stronger from generation to generation.

Even Confucius's words are not all right, and only with a skeptical attitude can we go further. Throughout Confucianism, it is only through the continuous innovation of future generations that it can go to the world.

Meng Yi's words attracted countless people's questions, saying: "This is absolutely impossible, if you want to solve this problem perfectly, you must find out the people who have mixed in with the disaster victims and drive them away to save the lives of the disaster victims." ”

"If I were a bastard, I wouldn't have left, wouldn't it be nice to have free food to eat!" Someone said.

As they say, this is 'human nature', human nature is greedy, greedy for money, greedy for sex, greedy for small gains, how can we deal with this kind of person in a normal person's mind?

In the midst of countless people's doubts, Meng Yi left the classroom, and soon returned to the classroom, and said to the teachers and students: "This is my way." ”

As he spoke, he slowly spread his hand, and the grit in his hand fell to the ground like thin strips.

Everyone: "Sand?!" ”

"That's right, my solution is to mix the sand into the relief food."

"It's nonsense, if it's mixed with food, then how can you eat it?" Fang Ling asked rhetorically.

Meng Yi snorted and said: "If it is really a disaster victim, naturally they will not care about the sand in the food, they are too hungry and only think about how to fill their stomachs, and they will never care if it is delicious or not." ”

"But if those 200 bastards eat food containing sand, it will naturally be difficult to swallow, will they continue to eat?"

After Meng Yi ordered it like this, they suddenly woke up.

At this time, Meng Yi ignored everyone's surprise and asked, "Master, can you admit defeat?" ”