Training Tai Sui

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He wrote a book and said that this is a grand event that can last forever, and it is something that many scholars dream of.

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Qin Feng is a vigorous and resolute person. If he has not decided what to do, he will be extremely lazy, but once he has a goal, he will start to work with all his strength like a fully wound doll.

The next morning, in Taixue which had been renamed as Guozijian, Wei Zheng put away his textbooks as soon as the class was dismissed with the sound of a doctor, and then hurried out.

"Xuan Cheng, why are you in such a hurry, could it be that a matchmaker came?"

Since Qin Feng overthrew Liu Xuan in Taixue and gave a speech, many students have changed their views on Qin Feng, so Wei Zheng's treatment has also improved a lot, at least not like before without even a friend.

As for matchmaking, it’s not entirely a joke. Marriage is early these days, and now Wei Zheng is 13 years old. Marriage at this age is very common, and if you want to settle down on a marriage, it takes at least half a year to go through a set of procedures. In [-], it is not surprising for Wei Zheng to have a matchmaker come to his door.

Wei Zheng turned his head and saw that it was a classmate he was familiar with on weekdays, so he smiled and said: "My teacher is compiling a book, I have to go back quickly to help."

"Oh?"

Now in Daxing City, the news about Qin Feng is worthy of attention, so before Wei Zheng returned to Qinjiazhuang, the news had already spread from the Imperial Academy.

"He wants to compile a book? Could it be that he thinks that defeating Liu Xuan will make him invincible?"

"How much time does it take to compile a book, and how much food and manpower are needed? How can there be so many scholars in his small Qin family village? Could it be that His Royal Highness Jin Wang made a move?"

These days, it is not easy to write a book. First, you need enough fame. Today, Qin Feng can barely meet this requirement. After all, his reputation ten times that of Gan Luo is not fake. The Great Confucian Liu Xuan, apart from being slightly younger, has no other weaknesses.

After meeting this requirement, you can proceed to the second step and officially start compiling the book, but this step is also the most difficult.

Because compiling a book requires quotations from many sources, and you must have your own point of view, but there must be no loopholes, otherwise the reputation you have accumulated will soon be ruined.

Therefore, Qin Feng's actions were interpreted by the outside world as youthful and frivolous, arrogant and so on.

But it's not that they don't agree, but most of these people think that Qin Feng will only publish a collection of poems. After all, the poems he wrote in Nanchen only need to be sorted out, which is not too much trouble.

There are mixed opinions from the outside world. Some people are waiting for Qin Feng's collection of poems, looking forward to some new masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, some are waiting to read Qin Feng's jokes, and some are thinking about Qin Feng's intentions and Jin Wang Yang Guang in it What role does it play?

But the person involved, Qin Feng, is still writing his book slowly.

"It needs to be written in plain language. After you finish writing it, go find the farmers. If they don't understand it, then change it until everyone can understand it."

After Qin Feng completed the draft, he asked Wei Zheng, a little bean, to help him polish it.

But what he said made Wei Zheng a little stunned. No matter who compiles books these days, they are all developing in the direction of obscurity. What.

Otherwise, how can it show the talent of the book editor?

Qin Feng nodded, indicating that he was right, and explained: "I want all literate people to understand this math book!"

"Master Gao Yi!"

After flattering Qin Feng, Wei Zheng started to write, and handed it to Qin Feng after writing only one sentence, asking, "Master, is this appropriate?"

Qin Feng lowered his head and stared at it for a long while. Wei Zheng's writing was plain enough, but he always felt that there was something wrong with it, but he just couldn't tell what was wrong.

Picking up his textbook casually and taking a look, Qin Feng said in a deep voice, "Rewrite and add sentence breaks!"

This time, Wei Zheng was really frightened.

Punctuation marks appeared very late, but in fact this is nothing new. As early as the Han Dynasty, there was sentence reading as a sign of pause, but most literati were not willing to do it.

You write the article so clearly, how can we scholars show off our superiority?

In fact, the inconvenience of doing so was not unknown to the ancients, and their purpose was actually to monopolize knowledge.

Just imagine, if you are literate and have a book in your hand, but without a teacher to teach you, how can you know what the author means from those continuous words?

If the same sentence is broken in different places, it may have two completely different meanings. This is why Confucius has so many books, but each dynasty has different understandings, and even leads to complete contradictions. meaning to come.

Meeting the puzzled eyes of his disciples, Qin Feng clasped his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly and said, "The purpose of compiling this book for the teacher is only to enable the people of the entire Sui Dynasty to learn mathematics, not for the group of scholars to read." , do you understand?"

At this moment, Qin Feng's slightly thin figure was extremely tall in Wei Zheng's eyes, like a giant.

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In just a few days, Wei Zheng flipped through the book he had just edited, and said with admiration, "My teacher can compile a book in just a few days. No one in the entire Sui Dynasty can match this speed."

However, Qin Feng's compilation of the book was actually a coincidence. The content of this book is very simple, and it didn't take him much energy to compile the book. The most troublesome part of the whole process is actually to The content of the book is a bit more vernacular.

There is still a difference between the vernacular of these days and the vernacular used by Qin Feng's later generations, and Qin Feng's requirements are high, so in the past few days, except for Qin Feng who was comparing drafts a few days ago, Wei Zheng spent most of the rest of the time. Busy at the village.

So about six or seven days later, Wei Zheng resumed his previous rhythm, and there was no need to rush back to the village after class.

"Xuan Cheng, are you going to help your teacher compile the book?"

One day after class, the familiar classmate watched Wei Zheng slowly packing his things, and suddenly felt a little strange.

Wei Zheng smiled slightly, and replied: "The teacher's book has been compiled, so I don't need to worry anymore."

What did this kid say?

Everyone, including the doctor who just walked to the door, stopped their steps and stared blankly at Wei Zheng.

Even compiling a collection of poems, and only including those poems written by Qin Feng in Nanchen, is it not so fast?

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, and the classmate who spoke just now was a little afraid to say: "Xuan Cheng, what kind of book did your teacher make up? Isn't this speed too frightening?"

"Mathematics." As if afraid that others would not understand, Wei Zheng explained again: "It's mathematics."

"Oh."

After a slightly relaxed sigh, everyone started to get busy with their own affairs again, and no one paid attention to Wei Zheng any more.

"Anathematics is a small way after all. It would be great if Mr. Qin could publish a collection of poems. The poems he wrote in Nanchen are famous throughout the ages. If they are compiled together, as long as Mr. Qin is willing to part with one another, even if he loses everything, I will not frown."

"Who says it's not? Although Qin Feng is extremely talented, he hasn't learned my Confucianism's trivial words and righteousness after all. What can he achieve by studying this kind of small way?"

"I don't think even trails are counted. Apart from those accountants, who would learn any arithmetic?"

Qin Feng compiled arithmetic. After the word spread, those who were already ridiculed and disdainful thought it was ridiculous, and those who were wholeheartedly waiting for Qin Feng to publish a collection of poems were also full of disappointment.

"Being willing to degenerate, even if you don't understand my Confucianism's trivial words and righteousness, a piece of poetry is also worth pondering, but he studies this, alas!"

"Is this what His Royal Highness King Jin learned?"

"It's boring! This young master was thinking of him to see what he could write after the book was published, but he didn't expect it to be math. It's really boring!"

The comments from the outside world didn't have much impact on Qin Feng, who was nestled at home, and even if he knew what these people were talking about, it would be nothing more than a short-sighted curse.

The mathematics that countless smart guys in later generations have spent their entire lives studying is worthless to you. Who gave you the courage?