Zhao Kuo didn't care, after all, these people in Lejian were generals who led the troops and not teachers, and it was normal for them not to teach students.

Some people are not good at their own level, but the disciples they teach are very powerful. Some people have a very high level of their own, but the disciples they teach are not good, they are all normal.

The level of teaching cannot be measured by individual strength.

"Go and invite Wang Zhujun, Du Wujun, and General Pang Xuan to the palace, and let them bring the military book they wrote." Zhao Kuo said to the guards outside the car.

Le Jian was silent, he had already expected what Zhao Kuo wanted to do, but unfortunately there was no way to inform his father in advance, so he could only mourn for him silently.

"What did you learn at the academy today?" Zhao Kuo picked Bin up, put it on his lap, and asked softly.

When Zhao Kuo and Le Jian were talking, Bin stayed quietly beside him, listening to the conversation between the two, not noisy or noisy.

"Father, the child has learned the ninety-nine tables, ninety-nine eighty-one, eighty-nine seventy-two, seventy-nine sixty-three...... The child was the first in the class to learn it, and the teacher praised the child." With a small face, he said proudly, his two little feet dangling in the air, very proud.

China had a ninety-nine multiplication table as early as the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and in the Spring and Autumn period, it was very perfect, and applied to the calculation, but it was different from the later ninety-nine multiplication table, and the ninety-nine table in the Warring States period was reversed, starting from ninety-nine-eighty and ending with two halves and one.

"Not bad. Then the father will test you, how much is sixty-nine?" Zhao Kuo nodded with satisfaction.

"Hmm...... Well...... The child recited it again, ninety-nine-eighty-one, eighty-nine-seventy-two, seventy-nine-sixty-three...... Two-and-a-half, does my father know?" Bin said loudly.

"Father knows ninety-nine eighty-one, but now Father is going to ask you what is six times nine?" Zhao Kuo said patiently.

"Hmm...... Well...... The child recited it again, ninety-nine-eighty-one, eighty-nine-seventy-two...... Two-and-a-half, does my father know?"

"What is that six times nine?" Zhao Kuo suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hmm...... Well...... The child recited it again, ninety-nine-eighty-one...... Does Father know?"

"Father knows." Zhao Kuo supported his forehead.

Lejian and Liu Ping turned their heads and looked away, their bodies twitching.

"I've learned well, go back and recite it to your grandmother." Zhao Kuo rubbed Bin's little head.

"The child knows, and when he goes back, he will definitely carry it to his mother." Bin said loudly.

Not long after Zhao Kuo returned to the palace, Le Yi, Lian Po, and Pang Xuan rushed over, as well as Wei Wuji and Tian Dan.

"How's the writing of the war book going?" Zhao Kuo asked with a smile.

Le Yi was just about to get up and answer, but Le Jian, who was sitting on the side, kept winking at his father, the corners of his mouth pursed, and he shook his head slightly.

Tian Dan saw that Le Yi did not react, and his eyes lowered, pretending to be about to fall asleep.

"Your Majesty, the minister has just started writing." Lian Po got up and said loudly.

"Show it to me." Zhao Kuo said.

"No." Lian Po took out a mess of paper from his sleeve, handed it to the guard next to him, and gave it to Zhao Kuo.

Zhao Kuo opened it and looked at it, and immediately frowned, sure enough!

All of them are written in classical Chinese, not to mention ordinary soldiers, even scribes with a slightly inferior level can't understand it.

"Du Wujun thinks that the students can understand these art of war you wrote?" Zhao Kuo grabbed the book of war with one hand and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course I don't understand." Lian Po looked up and said as a matter of course.

If even ordinary soldiers can understand it, how can it reflect his level?

In order to write this military book, he specially found more than a dozen staff members to study day and night, and only then did he write a few hundred words, not to mention ordinary soldiers, even he had some difficulty in understanding.

"Since you can't read it, what's the use of this military book?" Zhao Kuo clenched his hands into fists and asked in a cold voice.

Zhao Kuo is considered to have convinced this group of people, you know how much effort the descendants have to spend in order to study the books full of ambiguity that you left behind

Is it?

Do you know that your casual words now will be able to support a doctorate, two masters and countless public accounts in more than 2,000 years?

Do you know that future generations have been arguing for more than 2,000 years because of your words?

Did you know that there are countless versions of "Spring and Autumn" alone?

"In the past, people could only carve words on bamboo slips, which was tiring, troublesome, and prone to mistakes, so they could engrave a little less, so they condensed a few words, or even a sentence, into one word. Now that it is very convenient to write on paper, why do you still want to learn from the ancients? To show off your level?"

Zhao Kuo's words were like thunder shattering the darkness, and they hit Lian Po's heart at once, Lian Po was stunned for a moment, the whole person stayed in place, and after a few breaths, he suddenly woke up, and solemnly arched his hand and said, "The minister understands, thank you for the king's advice."

Le Yi, Tian Dan, Wei Wuji, and Pang Xuan silently stretched out their hands into their sleeves, and their internal qi gushed out, and the "Book of War" in their sleeves quietly turned into dust.

"Where are your war letters?" Zhao Kuo looked at the four of them.

"Your Majesty, the minister has been training these days, and he hasn't had time to write a military book yet." Le Yi said without changing his face.

Lian Po looked at Le Yi in astonishment, weren't we still discussing together two days ago? You also showed me the book you wrote.

"The minister didn't come to compile it." The rest of the people said one after another.

"The widow suggests that you take the battles you participated in or are familiar with as examples, integrate the art of war into them, and write a war book. It can be a single campaign, or multiple campaigns put together. Of course, you can also have better ideas. There is only one requirement for the widow: it must be simple and easy to understand. Got it?" Zhao Kuo emphasized again.

"I see." Several people clenched their fists and said.

"Alright, you guys go back." Zhao Kuo waved his hand helplessly and said, even a famous general made him worry.

"The ministers are retired." Several people bowed.

Seeing off Le Yi and the others, Zhao Kuo got up and walked towards the harem.

As soon as he arrived at the harem, he didn't take a few steps when Zhao Kuo heard the cry of a child not far away, and hurriedly quickened his pace.

"What's going on?" Zhao Kuo asked in a deep voice.

"Your lord, it's Prince Bin who is crying." The palace maid said.

"Woo...... Woo woo ......" Bin was lying on the couch, his eyes were red from crying, and his little face was full of snot and tears, when he saw Zhao Kuo coming, he hurriedly got up and ran towards Zhao Kuo, and threw himself into Zhao Kuo's arms, "Father, woo...... Woo woo ......"

"Why are you crying? Who hit you? Tell your father, and he will avenge you." Zhao Kuo hugged Bin and said in a deep voice.

"It was the eldest mother who hit me, woo......" Bin cried.

"Why did you hit you?"

"I don't know, I'...... Whining...... After reciting the ninety-nine table, he was beaten...... Woo woo ......"

"Manly man, bleeding without tears, wasn't he beaten a few times, and he didn't hurt his flesh and skin, don't cry."