Training Tai Sui

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Liu Zheming sneered, and was about to take the opportunity to squeeze out a few words to soothe the resentment in his heart, but he didn't want Yang Jian to never give him this opportunity.

"It doesn't matter." Yang Jian waved his hand, and said indifferently: "You and my father and son, some pens and paper, when you first started learning to write, it was my father who taught you how to use some dead things. "

Yang Guang was determined, took the imperial pen handed over by Yang Jian with both hands, and began to write on the paper.

Chapter 1 and Four Praise

Yang Guang's handwriting was indeed taught by Yang Jian himself. The handwriting is neat and pleasing to the eye. However, after seeing some characters with unknown meanings, Yang Jian frowned. He didn't remember that he had taught Yang Guang these things. .

Yang Guang didn't see Yang Jian's expression, and after finishing writing, he said excitedly: "Father, my son went to Taixue and Ministry of Civil Affairs today, compared the records on both sides, and found some secrets about food."

"Oh? Then you should speak for the emperor."

Yang Jian had the mentality of teasing children, and didn't want to dampen Yang Guang's enthusiasm. As for the secrets... After all, he was still a child. It's good to be willing to learn something. It's better than the third and fourth who only know cockfighting The little beast is stronger.

Yang Guang doesn't know what Yang Jian is thinking, but it is the nature of a child to show his ability in front of his parents, especially in Yang Guang, a child who lacks love.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Guang said solemnly: "Father, since three generations, according to all historical records, the grain yield per mu has been rising steadily. In the pre-Qin period, the situation of each country was different. Qin's mu yield was [-]. Up to five stones, in the former Han Dynasty, the yield per mu was [-] stones, and in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the yield per mu had reached about [-] stones..."

Holding the rice paper, Yang Guang stammered a little at first, but the more he spoke, the more he spoke, and he said with high spirits: "But now, the yield of winter wheat in the north is only about three stones per mu. Compared with the Wei and Jin Dynasties, instead of increasing, it has decreased."

"Is that right?"

Yang Jian's complexion is not very good. After all, other dynasties are rising, but it is falling in his case.It's not as good as Qin Huang Han Wu, can it be that I can't even compare with those idiots of the Sima family?

Yang Guang laughed and said, "Royal father, it can't be counted like this. The yield per mu of winter wheat in my Sui Dynasty was a bit lower, but now after winter wheat is harvested in summer, beans, millet, etc. will be planted. If two The sum of these factors is much higher than that of the Wei and Jin Dynasties."

A gleam of relief flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, Fu Xu continued to listen to the explanation of his son who didn't pay much attention to him on weekdays.

It wasn't the first time Yang Guang saw this kind of look on Yang Jian's body, but it was the first time because of his own words, which made him more excited and said: "Father, it's just that the yield per mu in the south is a bit messy, and in some places There are two seasons a year, and some places only have one season a year, but it should be much higher than in the north.”

"Father, is this the reason why the south is rich and the population is multiplying day by day?"

"Hahaha!"

After all, Yang Jian still laughed, looking extremely relieved.

A trace of resentment flashed in Liu Zheming's eyes. Thinking of the humiliation of kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, he suddenly said, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Jin is smart, but I don't know what these crooked things are?"

Yang Jian's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Yang Guang with burning eyes, as if saying that if you don't give an explanation today, this matter will not be over.

Yang Guang has already sensed Liu Zheming's malice towards him. He didn't know why, but he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't even dare to show it.After all, Liu Zheming is the eunuch next to Yang Jian, and he spends more time with Yang Jian than Queen Dugu every day. If he wants to speak ill of himself every day... the consequences of this matter will be quite serious.

Cursing his lips, Yang Guang said softly, "Father, this is another thing that I want to tell you."

"I went to the Ministry of Civil Affairs today, but I saw that the recorded figures were extremely cumbersome. After reading them for a long time, I was inevitably dizzy. This is nothing to my son. It doesn't matter if you get one or two numbers wrong. But if the officials are like your ministers, if there is a natural disaster and the court needs relief, they don't need to do too much. But if you get a wrong number, there may be countless victims. Not hungry."

"So, my minister used the number of food that Qin Ziyu taught my minister to record."

Yang Guang put the rice paper in front of Yang Jian, pointed to the numbers and said, "Father, please take a look, is it clear at a glance, and it is also very convenient to calculate with this kind of numbers."

Yang Jian took the rice paper, recalled the large paragraph of numbers on the previous memorial, and now looking at this one, he nodded and said: "It's really refreshing, it's just for easy calculation...Is it true?"

Liu Zheming lowered his head, he had already expected Yang Guang to be reprimanded after his bragging, just like countless times before.

Yang Guang was not afraid, took back the rice paper from Yang Jian, picked up a pen and listed the calculation formula, he added up all the yield per mu, and then divided it by the Chao algebra.

"Father, please take a look. In such a short period of time, my son has already calculated the average yield per mu from the former Qin Dynasty to the Great Sui Dynasty."

Seeing that Yang Jian was still thinking, Yang Guang knew that he was afraid that he had already prepared it, so he said to the little eunuch beside him, "You can report the number to me at will, and then ask for addition or subtraction."

Liu Zheming is not afraid of Yang Guang, but the little eunuch is not a big eunuch.I saw him staying in place with cold sweat on his face, like a helpless lamb, not knowing what to do.

Finally, after Yang Jian nodded in agreement, the little eunuch reported the number tremblingly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, several sheets of rice paper were already filled with numbers, and Liu Zheming could no longer close his mouth.

He never expected that Yang Guang would have such a change after not seeing him for half a year. If he was given some more time...

If at the beginning Liu Zheming just wanted to find someone with some weight to vent his anger on, now he has completely changed his view of Yang Guang, and feels that this kid might really pose a threat to the crown prince's position.

Thinking of this, he stared blankly at the rice papers full of numbers, and suddenly thought about it, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the numbers of Dashi are indeed refreshing, and according to His Royal Highness, it is indeed convenient to calculate." , but it is not very practical for the court.”

Yang Jian raised his head and glanced at Liu Zheming. He felt that this fellow talked too much today, but he still asked, "Why isn't it practical?"

"The servant is bold."

With Yang Jian's approval, Liu Zheming picked up a brush, added a stroke to a number 3, and turned 3 into 8, and then said with a smile: "Your Majesty, most of the court officials are clean and honest officials, but However, there is no guarantee that all officials are clean, and if there are one or two picky people, they can turn thirty thousand shi of grain into [-] shi with just one stroke."

"A total of [-] shi of grain, the harvest of countless people's hard work for a year, but with such a light stroke, it will fall into the pockets of those corrupt officials. Your Majesty, this matter..."

After finishing speaking, Liu Zheming gave Yang Guang a provocative look, and he couldn't hide his complacent look no matter what.

Yang Jian nodded approvingly, and sighed: "That's right, but it's not useless to use this big food number to calculate in private."

These words basically negate the role of Dashi numbers in the court, at most they don't want to hit Yang Guang.

Yang Guang was secretly happy in his heart. Master Su had told him about this matter when he was just learning numbers, and he also specifically asked Qin Feng.

Yang Guang didn't feel flustered at all, and he talked eloquently, "Father, this matter is easy."

Taking out a piece of blank rice paper, Yang Guang first wrote a series of numbers at will, and then wrote the corresponding Chinese characters at the bottom, and said with a smile: "Father, you can see that this will be solved, just make a decree, all future For official documents with numbers, you need to write them once with Dashi numbers, and then use the previous method to write down a total."

"In this way, it looks clear and easy to calculate. If corrupt officials want to do something, they only need to compare it."

If Qin Feng was here, he would definitely say with a look of disdain: "The bank of later generations will use the bad method, and want to make it difficult for the young master?"

Liu Zheming's face suddenly darkened to the extreme. He never expected that such a simple method would solve the problem he thought was unsolvable. He was about to find another loophole, but he didn't want Yang Jian to laugh.

"Hahaha." Yang Jian said with a smile: "Okay, my son has a heart, reward!"

Yang Jian felt that today was the happiest day in the past few days. He repeatedly shouted to reward Jin Wang, a lot of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and almost gave away his Tianzi Sword.But what is strange is that Qin Feng, who taught Yang Guang such knowledge, did not mention a word.

In less than half an hour, the news that King Jin was praised by His Majesty basically spread throughout the entire imperial city.

In the East Palace, Prince Yang Yong waved away all the officials who were feasting together, looked at the little servant who came to report to him, and said word by word: "Say it again!"

The little servant was terrified, and tremblingly said: "Q... I want to tell the prince, the ancestors asked the servants to tell the prince what big food figures Jin Wang offered today, and also talked about the history of the past dynasties. Grain production, Your Majesty, Long Yan is very happy, and rewards King Jin."

"I know, you go."

"As ordered."

Seeing the prince's gloomy face, the little eunuch turned around and left, but he was quite upset in his heart. He didn't even have any reward for such a big matter, so he was still the prince, bah!

"Damn!"

An angry roar came from the East Palace Hall, accompanied by the sound of smashing things, and it stopped for a while.