If Lu Sanlang further awakened his mathematical talent in Cuiyun, and transformed from a vagrant to a genius praised by the emperor, then Zhang Chen's years in the mountains were full of torture and unbearable to look back on. When he followed the crowd and attended a class in Jiuzhang Hall, he was more certain of that conclusion.
That thing called arithmetic is incompatible with me!
At this moment, when Zhang Chen stepped into Jiuzhang Hall, he was ready to be ridiculed by those low-born students. He heard that since taking office, Lu Sanlang, the head of the hall, had accepted many challenges, both open and covert, and finally secured his position. If he, the head of Banshan Hall, suddenly came here, even if it was Zhang Shou's order, it would be strange if people didn't keep an eye on him!
However, when he entered the room, he found that no one looked up, let alone noticed him as an uninvited guest. Everyone was concentrating on writing, some were fiddling with abacus, some were counting their fingers, and some were mumbling to themselves... The quiet scene came into his eyes, and compared with the noisy and lazy crowd at the end of class in Banshan Hall in the past, he couldn't help but feel a little dazzling.
He subconsciously cleared his throat, but even so, no one looked up and paid attention to him. Being ignored, he finally couldn't help it and moved to the side of a student sitting in the first row, intending to see what the person was writing. However, when he found that the paper was full of symbols that he didn't understand at all, as well as a long string of numbers, his scalp went numb.
The first person was like this, and the second, third, and fourth were all like this... After walking around more than 20 people in the huge room, Zhang Chen couldn't understand how these people were trying to crack the 14-ring text lock, but his head hurt. He couldn't help but rub his temples gently, feeling indescribably complicated.
He was not interested in the Four Books and Five Classics, and he was not good at arithmetic. He could not compare with his grandfather who was an excellent strategist, nor with his father who was obsessed with reading. Was he going to be a Duke of Qin who lived a life of idleness and waiting for death? At this moment, he suddenly remembered that Zhang Shou had said to the traitor Ding Hai that he had an excessive sense of justice, and just now he said that he had the potential to be a leader. He couldn't help but blush.
Since he had nothing to do, the bored Zhang Chen simply found an empty seat in the back and sat down, his eyes sweeping over the shabby-dressed students in front of him one by one. Of course, there were talented people among the children of famous families, and these people either entered the government through favor or through the imperial examination. Now many of them have established a firm foothold in the court. Among them, the children of officials are much stronger than the children of nobles.
Take for example Lu Sanlang's two elder brothers. Regardless of their personalities, they are both very good at studying. One of them is only thirty years old and passed the imperial examination last year, and the other is said to be a hot candidate for the provincial examination next year... In comparison, as long as they are a little outstanding, the children of famous families do have many opportunities, while the children of poor families can still take the imperial examination if they are outstanding in writing, but if they are only proficient in mathematics...
Maybe Jiuzhangtang is the last hope for these people
While he was daydreaming, Zhang Chen suddenly heard a surprised shout: "The first three words of this sentence match the thirty-fourth set of numbers in the sixty-four groups!"