Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 284 Still keeping him for the holidays?
"The country has been supporting scholars for 200 years, so should we accumulate a lot of money?"

On the eighth floor, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the window expressionlessly.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Sanfu.

"In the 200 years that the country has been supporting scholars, there are such things as Xie Gu?"

The old eunuch will only express opinions on the emperor's blood and family affairs, and all those involved in political affairs will bow their heads and pretend to be dead.

Emperor Zhang Hua never thought that the old eunuch would answer him, his eyes flickered, and the next moment, the sentence changed from a question to an affirmation.

"The country has been supporting scholars for 200 years, and it is time to accumulate a lot of money!"

"Let Zhongshu draw up the decree," the old emperor Shi Shiran sat down, "relieve Zhou Zhiyi's errand in the East Palace, and serve as the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, and be the chief examiner of Enke. Let him three days later, send the deputy chief examiner and each The roster of house examiners is ready to be submitted. In addition, I have approved the Guozijian’s paperwork for Jijiu Jieheng’s resignation due to his old age. He will be promoted to a higher level, and one son will be given a three-hundred-dollar gift to return to his hometown.”

Sanfu wrote it down, and asked again: "I have gone to release the sacrificial wine, what about the Guozijian?"

"Tell Old Man Zhou to supervise the Imperial College as the servant of the Ministry of Rites. With that group of restless people around, this old man must have no time to bother me."

At this time, Zhang Xinzhi's voice sounded again downstairs, but he directly turned to Liao Shenran.

"The last eleven digits? Please listen to me read these numbers, can you confirm it?"

"It's okay, you can come first!"

Liao Shenran, who has been exposed to arithmetic since childhood, has unusual confidence in the number of circles cut by his family.

The number of circles to be cut is first published in the ancient book "Zhou Bi Suan Jing", and the number is three.At the end of the pre-Han (Western Han) period in ancient times, Liu Xin, a royal family, introduced the number three and four, which was [-].Later everyone Zhang Heng changed the number to [-].

In the Three Kingdoms period, Liu Hui's number was [-].

Before the ancestors crossed the sky, there was He Chengtian in the East China Sea who counted as [-].Since the millennium, the Liao family has deduced this number to nine, and for another [-] years, it has exhausted Liao's countless efforts, and he has deduced it to eleven at the beginning of this year.

Zhang Xinzhi is obviously from a humble family, but with his family background, knowing the number six or seven after [three] is already a blessing.The Liao family has nine numbers, and it has always only been awarded to the legitimate sons of the world-famous families.

Liao Shenran thought: Probably this person got a chance, got some fur from some unfilial family, and wanted to show off in front of me.

"After counting three, say: one four one five nine," Zhang Zhe said five numbers first, breaking his fingers, "then say: two six five three five."

The tens of figures had just been reported, only to hear the sound of the case being overturned, and it was Liao Shen who stood up in shock and pointed angrily at Zhang Xinzhi on the opposite side.

"Good thief, how dare you steal the secrets of our family!"

Zhang Zhe chuckled: "Number 11 should be eight. I don't know if your Liao family counts here?"

Seeing the enraged Liao Shenran, a sneer unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After patting his head, Zhang Zhe also reacted.

The number 11 of the Liao family's performance should not be eight, but nine!
Because the No.12 digit is nine, the combination of No.11 and twelve digits is [eight nine], and the Liao family who only calculated the No.11 digit, naturally only calculated the approximate value of the No.11 digit is infinite It is close to [nine] of [eight nine].

"Don't worry, don't be angry!" Zhang Zhe stretched out another finger, "Number 12 should be nine, and the combination of eleven and twelve is eighty-nine, and you, Liao, can deduce that No. 11 is Nine is almost the same."

"Impossible!" Liao Shenran completely lost the demeanor of a family child, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour, "This is impossible! How do you know the last number? You, steal my family...!"

"Stolen?!" Zhang Zhe laughed loudly, "The number of thirteen is seven, and the number of fourteen is nine."

Liao Shenran looked at the demon-like Zhang Zhe in horror, grabbed his hair with both hands, and was on the verge of collapse.

How many uncles and elders worked hard for many years, looked haggard all day long, and died prematurely due to heart failure. It took 70 years to get the ninth, tenth and No.11 numbers. Each number is haunted by the soul of the Liao family.

Devil~!

"The devil~! Liao and you will never die, never die~!"

Zhang Zhe looked at the crazy Liao Shenran without the slightest pity.

The school of the world has been reduced to a private school, so that after a thousand years, the pi ratio has only grown to eleven!
Devil?In Zhang Zhe's view, the private school's family tradition that hinders the spread and development of academics is probably the real devil!

"The number of No.15 is three, the number of No.16 is two, the number of No.17 is three, the number of No.18 is eight, the number of No.19 is four, and the number of No.20 is six."

Zhang Zhe stared coldly at the crazy man opposite, and reported all twenty digits after the decimal point in one breath.

"Zhe has nothing to do, and only pushed to the No. 20 number. Those who know how to count can naturally count backwards according to the number, and then know the truth of what a certain person said."

The building was full of silence.

Just looking at Liao Shenran's madness at this time, everyone believed that what Zhang Xinzhi said was probably true.At least, the numbers up to No.12 are true.

As for the following eight numbers, after a few days, someone will check whether it is true or not.

In the 70 years of Liao's family, he lost a hundred lives, and only two counts.

But this letter was "nothing to do", and it was deduced to twenty people in one breath.

If it were them, they would go crazy if they put themselves in their shoes, and even drew their swords.

The sound of the long sword being unsheathed sounded, and Liao Shenran rushed towards the south building holding the sword.

Amidst a burst of exclamation, the crowd in the corridor was frightened and scattered.

The manager of the commercial building also reacted a few beats slower. Who the hell knew that the Wendou that was promised could develop into a sword fight!
The sixth floor is full of servants and maids, who would dare to provoke the red-eyed, half-mad Liao Shenran?
Sitting cross-legged behind the last case at the corridor on the south sixth floor, Jiang Shangyang couldn't stand up for a while because of numbness in his feet.Although Liao Shenran, who came running wildly, didn't deliberately target him, but the long sword he swung wildly would definitely hit Little Brother Jiang, who blocked the only passage to the south sixth floor.

It's not because Jiang Xiaodi is too brave, but because the place is really not wide enough.

Zhang Zhe just took out the high-pressure swing stick, and saw that Jiang Shangyang couldn't stand up for a while, and immediately widened his eyes. No, the third sister of labor and capital is going to be a widow!

Suddenly two figures rushed out from behind Jiang Shangyang, avoided the sword lightly, hugged Liao Shenran, and the three of them rolled to the ground.

Zhang Zhe, who came running wildly, waved his stick, grabbed Jiang Shangyang's back collar and pulled him back desperately.He didn't stop until he dragged Jiang Xiaodi, who was still in shock, for about ten steps.

The two people who jumped out from one side didn't look strong, but their hands and feet were extremely organized, and they easily controlled the crazy Liao Shenran.

Zhang Zhe saw the difference between the two at a glance. One of them seemed to have a short beard and fair skin. It turned out to be two eunuchs!

It was because of this glance that Zhang Zhe felt a moment of emotion in his heart, and misunderstood his favorite feelings for the emperor. He only thought that the other party secretly arranged people to guard him, which made him really feel a little bit loyal to the emperor.

Zhang Zhe was naturally wrong.

In fact, in Emperor Zhang Hua's heart, compared to Yaosun Jiang Shangyang, Zhang Xinzhi is a no-brainer.

On the eighth floor, Sanfu tightly hugged Jiang Shangyang's grandfather's leg.

"Master! In Shanglou, all missionaries from various countries can wear swords. This is the instruction of the great ancestor~! Let's find a chance to be this person again in the future, not now!"

Mr. Jiang's hands were shaking, and he couldn't stand up for a moment. The moment Liao Shenran's sword was about to strike the middle of the river, his soul almost flew away.

After decades of being emperor, he killed his mother's brothers whenever he wanted, and executed two of his own sons, but it was this young grandson who was raised among the people that worried him the most.

"Wait for the future~!?" The emperor's voice was trembling, "Liao is already crazy, isn't it common for crazy people to fall to death, crash to death, and kill themselves?! Hmm!!!?"

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival is the day of reunion." The emperor gritted his teeth and looked at his confidant eunuch, "Could it be that you still want him to have a good festival tonight?"

"promise!"

(End of this chapter)