Xing'an is not a literati, but the people who can be the leaders of the ceremonial supervisors in the Ming Dynasty are definitely no worse than Jinshi in reading. As the second-in-command of the celebrant supervisor, Xing'an didn't dare to say that he could compare with Jin Ying and Cheng Jing, but he was definitely confident that he had passed the Jinshi exam, and at least he could be one of them.

But this will read the book of Bai Minghe, and the more I read it, the more interesting it becomes.

The solution of the triangle can be said to give full play to the arithmetic knowledge to a very high degree. These four operations are Xing'an needs to be read carefully in order to feel the subtlety. But then, the meaning and nature of decimals, Xing'an completely read the book of heaven, and he couldn't stand it, so he had to ask Bai Minghe.

"Quite simply, 0.1 is 1/10, and 0.01 is 1/100th. For the part after the decimal point, each digit is calculated as a whole tenth, which is more convenient to calculate. ”

After Bai Minghe's remarks, Xing'an immediately understood that one-tenth, one-hundredth, is indeed a way.

"So, what do you say about four and a quarter?" Xing'an asked for an example.

The white crane blurted out: "Four, two, five." "Shira-naka Crane blurted out because this simple math is too easy. Xing'an converted it first, and after it became 25 percent, he divided it according to the whole ten theory, and after figuring it out, Xing'an patted the book vigorously.

"Good, very good. White name crane you got it from there. ”

"I said, Uncle Xing, don't beat me." The white name crane said in his heart that it is better to tell the truth than to make up lies.

Xing'an smiled: "Whether it's stolen or robbed, how can you let your uncle beat you?" ”

Xing'an was indeed not wrong in what he thought, but what he never expected was that this thing was a ten-year-old textbook written by Bai Minghe for his unborn child. Among them, the Chinese language has been programmed to the age of twelve, and the painting has also been programmed to the age of twelve, which is the sixth grade.

In the box with two locks added to the white crane. Hung Yen also saw a book called Middle 1 Geometry.

and a very quirky, fourth-grade introductory book 1 of English.

During this period of the Ming Dynasty, Latin English was also beginning to change from Middle English to modern English, and although Bai Minghe did not understand this history, it was not a bad thing to know a few foreign languages. Although he believes. In the future, everyone will definitely learn Chinese, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with understanding it at all.

If you don't speak this foreign language, just talk about that geometry, Xing'an is shocked.

After looking through it, Xing'an asked again: "This, don't you have the fifth and sixth grades?" ”

Only then did Bai Minghe finish his meal: "Yes, here." Bai Minghe pointed to his head: "Mathematics is not difficult to learn, but the compilation of textbooks is naturally gradual, and I am really busy these days." So I didn't have the time to take care of it. And then, it will be more and more difficult, and from the first grade of middle school, I don't dare to say that I will be able to finish this set of books in a few years. ”

"What level are you going to get to?" Xing'an couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.

"When I was eighteen years old, I was in the third year of higher education. Later, it can be made up again, but it will be even bigger. It can only be said. Look at my son or daughter, what is better to learn. Just pick a direction and let him learn. "I only know economics about the content of the university.

And the textbooks in college are not as good as those in high school, and the textbooks are imprinted in the head during the three years of hell.

In college, there are more times of skipping classes. Naturally, I forgot a lot about it.

Xing'an didn't think so, at the age of eighteen. Bai Minghe has to write textbooks for his children until they are eighteen years old, and look at this posture, up to astronomy and down to geography. These textbooks are all-encompassing, but there is no eight-strand article.

I don't understand the Bagu text, but with these things, who dares to say that the white crane is talentless.

Being able to make up a book proves that Bai Minghe understands all these things.

Suddenly, Xing'an thought of a few strange questions: "You say, you understand all of this." So there's a lot of stuff here that you learned from there. ”

"It's all in the book, and I've just summarized it. There are also some folk craftsmen who may not know the Analects. For example, in geometry, they studied it very deeply, and after learning it, they sorted it out, and it was this geometry. Bai Minghe's words have a deep meaning, and he also has the intention of praising folk craftsmen.

Xing'an asked again: "Then in eighteen years, I have really learned these things, how do you compare?" ”

"Far from it!" Bai Minghe didn't blush at all, and added after speaking: "Although it is worse than my Bai Minghe, I live and learn until I am old." If my son keeps re-learning and absorbing new knowledge in his daily life, he may be able to reach my maturity around the age of 30. ”

Thirty years old!

Xing Anxin said that you are already a demon, and Cheng Dù who can reach you at the age of thirty is also a demon, even if you are forty years old, you are not old.

"I want these!" Of course Xing'an wanted it, Bai Minghe immediately pounced and put all the books into the box: "This is not good, gold can not care, this is absolutely not good." ”

"If you don't rob you, copy a copy!" Xing'an also knows that this thing is definitely very important.

Bai Minghe was thick-skinned and immediately refused: "It's not okay to copy it." ”

Xing'an squinted his eyes and looked Bai Minghe up and down, nodded solemnly, and then wrote two lines of words with the pen and paper on the table, then folded the paper and asked Bai Minghe: "Tell me, why don't you give it, are you reluctant?" ”

"To tell you the truth, I don't want to be eaten by the ministers." Shirana replied with a smile.

Xing'an pushed the piece of paper in front of Bai Minghe: "You can put this away." ”

Bai Minghe opened the folded paper and looked at it, it said, in a few years, as short as three years, as long as five years, long live the imperial decree to ask you to offer, those factory governors can't die.

Bai Minghe stared at the paper for a long time, not that the words were difficult to recognize, but that the meaning contained here was very deep.

"Seems like a solution!"

"Wrong, it's a great solution. Your concerns are not wrong, wait a few years. I think the prince will need it when the time comes. It's just that at the moment, I'm really in a hurry. Xing'an also understands that Confucian people are not easy to deal with.

Confucianism is not just difficult to deal with. And Confucianism is also a double-edged sword. You can't do without it, but it's available but it's constrained everywhere. Just one sentence of convincing people with virtue has brought many emperors to death.

Look at Taizu and Chengzu again. Respect Confucianism and learn Confucianism, but there is no Confucianism at all when you do things. Kill, kill all directions, once killed, hundreds of Confucian ministers will die, and tens of thousands of people will be unlucky.

Bai Minghe is not a Confucian minister, but what kind of thinking he is learning.

Xing'an was very interested.

At this time, Wang Yang had already sent the words of the white crane back to the chiefs of Little Luzon.

There is no unified kingdom in Luzon at all, it still belongs to the most primitive city-state system, the chief of a city-state is the supreme leader here, and several large city-states will cooperate with each other for interests, and there will be mutual wars. On the island of Luzon alone, there are wars between them every year.

For more food, more wealth, more slaves.

"Why is Da Ming strong?" One of the chiefs asked.

Wang Yang almost didn't think about it, and immediately replied: "The population of any province of the Ming Dynasty is more than the population of all the people of Little Luzon, and the number of soldiers that the Ming Dynasty has is enough to level any island here." And the weapons used by the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty can be used by one person against twenty people in Little Luzon. ”

"Why?"

"Because the Ming Dynasty has concentrated the power of the entire kingdom together, iron is needed, so the iron that the Ming Dynasty has increased in one day is what we have increased in the ten years of Little Luzon." Wang Yang's words really scared these chiefs.

Seeing that these chiefs were silent, Wang Yang said again: "Great Chief Molong, how many soldiers do you have?" How many slaves? ”

"I have eight hundred elite soldiers. I have fifty thousand slaves, and my Moron has a population of one hundred thousand. As one of the three largest chiefs in Manila Bay, Grand Chief Moron naturally has his own achievements to be proud of.

Moron is the peninsula at the entrance to the Port of Manila.

In the territory of the chief of Molong, there is also a natural harbor that is not small, the port of Awa.

"I told you how big Da Ming is, and you can't imagine it. Let's just talk about this fleet in our eyes, and only talk about the famous white boy we have all seen. Between Wang Yang's words, he had already faintly begun to speak for the white crane.

All the chiefs nodded, listening to the most intuitive and valuable thing in front of them.

"Bai Gongzi's subordinates control the army of zhì, listen to that Master Lu. There were two hundred thousand regular troops. ”

"How much?" Many chiefs stood up right away, and that number sounded really scary.

"Two hundred thousand, that's twice the population of the Chieftain of Molong. If this white boy needs to start a war, I estimate that he can have twice the number of troops. And his boat, the kind of boat that can hold 30,000 coconuts, he has more than 500 ships, more than 300 coconuts that can hold more than 40,000 coconuts, and more than 200 of the kind he himself takes. The smaller ones are too many to count. The number of people who do things for him may be more than millions. ”

Chief Moron wiped the sweat from his forehead. "So, how many people are there in Daming?"

"A hundred, a million people. And even more. Wang Yang knew in his heart that this figure might be exaggerated, but in fact, the population of Daming in this era was not close to 100 million people.

"The general of the Ming Dynasty on the docks." Wang Yang refers to the person who is responsible for the security of the wharf, and he is a thousand households.

"How is he?" The chiefs were very curious.

Wang Yang sighed softly: "A few days ago, I patrolled the dock with him. It seemed that it was the day of food and money, and he complained a few words, saying that he had not had a warehouse at home for the past few months. ”

In fact, Wang Yang said the opposite, and that Qianhu originally meant the opposite.

But Wang Yang was for a greater purpose, so he continued to talk back: "He said that he only has two silk horses this month, thirty stone of grain, ten catties of sugar, a few women in the family, and many children to support, Daming is going to celebrate the New Year soon, how can he make a new set of silk clothes for his own women and children." (To be continued......)

PS: Just entered the house, it's really blocked!