Although this piece of cloth silk is light, it has caused earth-shattering waves in their hearts, Qi State, it's time to rise!

"I wonder what the ministers think?" Zhao Wangdan regained his kingly demeanor, although this is very weak, but he is deeply influenced by power and scheming, and it is still easy to be happy and angry.

"The old minister has nothing to say." Lin Xiangru replied, no matter whether he is vigilant or relaxed now, it is difficult to say in front of the Qi envoys, now is the time for Zhao State to borrow troops, they dare not and cannot break this fragile line of maintaining relations.

The other ministers all heard the mystery from Lin Xiangru's words, and replied one after another: "The ministers congratulate Qi Guo!" ”

"Rejoice, rejoice! Qi Guoqiang is Zhao Guoqiang. Empress Dowager Huiwen said happily. She is not only the queen of Zhao State, the queen mother, but also the princess of Qi State, the prosperity of Linzi in the past is still flashing in her eyes, singing: "The sun of the East, the son of the other sister, is in my room." In my room, I am in my room.

The moon in the east, the son of the other, is in my place. In my, I am shy. The handsome men and beauties went out of Linzi City, her hair was also soaked by the raindrops of Artemisia grass outside the city, and she envied watching the lovers of other families pick a bouquet of flowers for the show girls of other families, and the fragrance of the petals lingered in their hearts of beautiful expectations for happiness. The king pretended to go on the expedition, leaving her alone in the lonely palace, how she longed for a love to fill her lack of family affection. (This is the poem "Oriental Day")

When the king did not return to the palace, she boarded the show car, accompanied by the sound of the voice, Zhao Sheng's coming, the heavy wedding dress pressed her expectations for her lover, "King Wen is above, Yu Zhao is in the sky." Although Zhou is an old state, its life is renewed. There are weeks that are not visible, and the emperor's life is from time to time. King Wen descended, around the emperor. ……… Life is not easy, and there is no restraint. Xuan Zhaoyi asked, there is Yu Yin Zitian. Carried by heaven, silent and odorless. The king of ceremonial punishment Wen, all countries are Fu. "Complex, long and elegant sounds have replaced the delicate unison, when will "Oriental Day" be sung? (This is the Book of Poetry Xiaoya's "King Wen")

Empress Dowager Huiwen's eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of tears, unlike Lin Xiangru's courtiers seeking the country, her heart was looking forward to Linzi still remembering the love words that the young boy and girl promised for a lifetime.

"I don't know if King Zhao can sign an agreement between the two countries, when the Qi army should send troops to solve the danger of Zhao first, and then Qi and Zhao will jointly attack Yan State." Diao Bo reminded Zhao Wangdan.

"When you can, the widow is willing to form a brotherly country with the Qi country, the Qi country is in danger, my Zhao country will definitely help, and the two countries will definitely succeed in one fell swoop. Come and take a dagger, and the widow will make an alliance with the king of Qi. Zhao Wangdan shouted with determination.

After a while, a silver dagger was handed over, Zhao Wangdan pulled out the scabbard full of gems, and suddenly, a cold light flashed from the scabbard, Zhao Wangdan's feminine face flashed a trace of firmness, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, and slashing it fiercely at the palm of his left hand, and the blood dripped down drop by drop.

With a snap, a bloody palm print appeared on the white cloth, which was the national letter of the two countries and the contract.

Diao Bo withdrew the contract and bowed to King Zhao: "King Zhao, the foreign ministers will return to Linzi, and the 100,000 Qi troops on the border of Qi and Zhao should set off immediately to relieve the danger of Zhao." ”

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Qi State, Linzi, East Palace.

Tian Jian looked at the hundreds of scholars sitting neatly and kneeling in front of him, and couldn't help but feel agitated, these scholars were selected by him from all the candidates for the election, each of them was good and bad, but every scholar at least knew how to read.

Yes, knowing how to read and write is a low requirement for the market outlook, but you must know that when the People's Republic of China was founded in 1949, the illiteracy rate at that time was as high as 90 percent.

The current scholar, if he has read a book completely, then he can be said to be the more elite among the small number of scholars, after all, the current books are not only few, but most of them are the private collections of nobles, and there is no way to read them if you want to read them!

"Prince, what's the next test?" The little eunuch next to him asked.

"Do the math." Tian Jian replied.

"Count?" The eunuch was confused.

If Tian Jian knew the confusion in his heart, he would definitely be happy to tell you that arithmetic is a necessary item in all disciplines.

Whether the military should be counted or not, how much grain and grass is needed for 100,000 people to set off, how many days it takes for the army to march from Linzi to Handan, how many stoves are needed to bury pots for cooking, and Pang Juan in the battle of Guiling is to judge how many people Sun Bin has according to how many stoves Sun Bin has, although Pang Juan was defeated in the end, but Pang Juan's outstanding military talent cannot be questioned.

Whether politics counts or not, how much tax the people pay to maintain the operation of a government, and if there is too much money, the people will inevitably complain, and if the government does not operate, the government will not be able to operate.

And so on, although Tian Jian's mathematical level in his previous life was not good, it was also a simple anomaly to beat these scholars in the Warring States.

After a short time, the little eunuch held a sign made of lacquered wood, which crossed through the gap between the scholars.

The scholars looked at the math problems on the sign and couldn't help but feel difficult.

There are 40 chickens and rabbits in a cage and 100 feet.

All the scholars are in trouble, for them, they can only solve some addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, such a system of one-dimensional equations is difficult for them.

"Ninety-nine-eighty-one, ninety-eighty-seventy-two.................. Two, two, as four. Such a voice kept popping out of Shizi's mouth.

As far back as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were multiplication formulas in our country, because unlike the current one-to-one one, the ancient multiplication formulas started from ninety-nine eighty-eighty and ended with two-two-four, so the multiplication formulas are also called ninety-nine multiplication formulas.

Some persistent scholars start with the addition and subtraction of a rabbit and a chicken, while some scholars are overstretched and at a loss, and can only blindly look at the people around them.

About half an hour later, Tian Jian observed the answers on each scholar's bamboo slips one by one.

As for why he didn't accept it, Tian Jian also wanted to accept it! It's just that if hundreds of bamboo slips are placed in front of your eyes, you will probably be frightened, and the weight and volume are not easy.

Tian Jian secretly said in his heart: "After collecting Qin Zi (the giant of the Mo family), he is making paper, otherwise it will be too troublesome to look at bamboo slips like this, and the key is that his daisy can't stand the intimate greetings of bamboo chips every day!" ”

When Tian Jian turned to the seats of several scholars, he was surprised, and the answers were clearly marked on the bamboo slips of these scholars.

There were fifteen chickens and twenty-five rabbits.

However, Tian Jian will not dislike those who have not written the answers, after all, this is beyond their ability, and the next test is to govern the country.