The news of the Mo family's son defeating Kong Huisuo spread like wildfire throughout the entire Directorate. No one had expected the Mo family's son to have such an outstanding move. He had actually used a flaw in mathematics to defeat Kong Huisuo.
"He won, he won!" Qin Huaiyu and the other two were so excited that they couldn't control themselves. There were six subjects in the Imperial College, and the son of the Mo Family had already won four of them. He was already destined to win. Didn't that mean that the Imperial College had lost the bet of almost ten thousand taels?
"This is cheating! Shameless!" Someone was unwilling to admit defeat.
"Saving the victims is indeed a big deal. If a county magistrate can't even save the victims, then what's the point of being a county magistrate?" Cheng Chumo retorted with a cold smile. He had long disliked Kong Huisuo. Relying on the fact that she was a descendant of the Kong Family, her eyes were always on top of her head. She always looked down on them who got in through the back door.
"That's right!" Yuchi Baolin also nodded. Suddenly, she slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Mo Jiazi bet five hundred taels. According to the bet, doesn't that mean we have to pay him five thousand taels?"
"Ah!" Immediately, Qin Huaiyu and Cheng Chumo felt a wave of pain. That was five thousand taels! They had painstakingly prepared this bet and took a huge risk. In the end, they still didn't earn as much as Mo Jiazi. Moreover, it was split among the three of them.
Qin Huaiyu thought back to when Meton placed the bet. He roughly looked at the bet and saw that it was only five hundred taels. Could it be that Mo Jiazi had calculated it in advance? If so, then Mo Jiazi's mathematics was too terrifying.
"Kong Huisuo lost!" Kong Yingda exclaimed in shock.
Kong Huisuo was a descendant of the Kong Family that he had high hopes for. Her knowledge and experience could be said to be first class. Even she had lost to Mo Jiazi.
When the messenger recounted the debate between the two, Kong Yingda was also stunned.
Liu Yinian, a scholar of calligraphy, jumped up and retorted, "This is opportunistic. How can mathematics be used as a strategy to govern a country?"
"How can mathematics not be used to govern a country!" Liu Yinian's words deeply offended the Professor of Mathematics. The moment the Professor of Mathematics heard this, he immediately jumped up and retorted, "The country's taxes, everyone's salary, and the operations of various places all require the use of mathematics!"
"Alright, no matter what, a loss is a loss! Next up are mathematics and calligraphy. Let's see if they can save some face for the Imperial College. " Kong Yingda said dejectedly. This time, Imperial College had lost a lot of face. They had been defeated by Mo Jiazi four times in a row. All that was left was to see if they could win two matches to smooth things over.
"Shuxue will definitely not disappoint Lord Chancellor!" Liu Yinian hurriedly expressed his stance.
"Lord Chancellor, don't worry. No matter how good Mo Jiazi is in mathematics, this time the representative for mathematics is Zu Chongzhi's descendant, Zu Mingjun. His attainments in mathematics are extremely profound and he also has the knowledge passed down in his family. He definitely won't lose. "The Professor of Mathematics also patted his chest and guaranteed.
However, just as he finished speaking, he heard a flustered voice from outside, "Lord Chancellor, this is bad. Shuxue lost again!"
"Ah!" The Professor of Mathematics felt as if ten thousand * * * * * * were running past him. This slap to his face was too loud.
"What's going on? How did he lose so quickly? "Kong Yingda roared angrily.
The Professor of Mathematics also wanted to know what was going on. It had only been a short while and Zu Mingjun had already lost! Wouldn't that make his mathematics even worse?
That shouldn't be the case! Zu Mingjun had personally tested himself. His attainments in mathematics were not below his!
"What question did Mo Jiazi come up with!" The Professor of Mathematics hurriedly asked.
The messenger hurriedly replied, "It's still the disaster relief question. There are only twenty thousand dan of grain in the county yamen, seventy-five thousand disaster victims, thirty thousand adults, and forty-five thousand old and weak. The adults need to eat five taels of grain every day while the old and weak need to eat three taels of grain every day."
"What's so difficult about that? With Zu Mingjun's standard, he can calculate it in fifteen minutes at most." The Professor of Mathematics frowned.
"Uh, uh, Mo Jiazi added another sentence! Scholar Zu, immediately throw down your brush and admit defeat! "The messenger said weakly.
"What's the condition!" Kong Yingda suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice.
"If five hundred refugees from other counties enter the county every day and seven hundred disaster victims leave the county every day, how long can the county's grain last!"
Just as the messenger finished speaking, everyone fell silent and lowered their heads to calculate.
Soon, one by one, they sighed and gave up. Only the Professor of Mathematics was still stubbornly holding on.
"I also can't calculate it!"
However, in less than twenty breaths, the Professor of Mathematics gave up.
That's right, this was the crazy question that the primary school students in the future would use. In a pond, there was a water inlet and a water outlet. The question was how long it would take for the pond to be filled. Meton had obtained the Tang dynasty. This was an undefeatable killing machine.
"What a disgrace! What a disgrace! In my opinion, His Majesty sent Mo Jiazi with great foresight. There's a big problem with the Imperial College! One question and two students? Look at what kind of students the Imperial College has nurtured! "Kong Yingda could no longer suppress his anger and shouted angrily.
Previously, they all thought that the Imperial College was the top official school and that all the knowledge and talents in the world came from the Imperial College. However, they didn't expect that Brother Mo Jiazi would beat the pride of the Imperial College to the ground.
It was obvious that Mo Jiazi had defeated Kong Huishuo and Zu Mingjun with the same question. Or rather, the real question was what Kong Huishuo had faced. Kong Huishuo had faced a simplified version of the question.
Kong Huishuo felt that the world had turned upside down. Mo Jiazi had given her a simplified version of the question. Didn't that mean that Mo Jiazi valued Zu Mingjun more than him? How could the arrogant Kong Huishuo accept this?
"Mo Jiazi has gone too far!" Kong Huishuo felt that the world had turned upside down. She fainted from anger and caused a commotion among the crowd.
Unlike Kong Huishuo, Zu Mingjun simply admitted defeat and lowered her head to think about Meton's question.
It was an unprecedented practical question. It opened a new door to the world of mathematics for Zu Mingjun. She had a feeling that if she could understand it, she would surpass her ancestor, Zu Chongzhi.
"There's only one question left!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on the scholar, Xiong Maocai. Now, the glory of the Imperial College had been placed on his shoulders.
Xiong Maocai looked at Meton, who was gradually approaching him. It was as if he was facing a great enemy. His entire body was focused on Meton's every move.
"Xiong Maocai, it's all up to you!" The Imperial College crowd roared.
Xiong Maocai's heart was in a mess. Although he was confident in his handwriting that he had trained hard for twenty years, Mo Jiazi was simply too cruel! Wang Ling and that guy with the surname Cui were all stronger than him, not to mention Kong Huishuo and Zu Mingjun, the two descendants of famous scholars. Even they had been defeated cleanly. How could a mere Xiong Maocai have the qualifications to block the opponent?
He hated Wang Ling to the core. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have been in this situation.
Soon, Mo Jiazi walked in front of him. Seeing Mo Jiazi smiling at him, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. It was too terrifying.
"I admit defeat!" Meton walked in front of Xiong Maocai and said in a serious tone.
"Come on, I'm not afraid of you … Oh! What did you say? " Xiong Maocai's eyes widened. He originally wanted to say a few harsh words, but he didn't hear Meton's words clearly.
"I admit defeat!" Meton said word by word.
"Oh!" Xiong Maocai stood there motionless as if he was struck by lightning.
Looking at Mo Jiazi's back, Xiong Maocai felt as if he was in a dream. He had won. He wanted to cheer, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.
This was because this victory was given to him by his opponent. He didn't win it.
The other Imperial College supervisors also had heavy hearts. 5: 1. The Imperial College lost miserably. When they were discussing how to find trouble with Mo Jiazi, they didn't expect to lose so miserably.
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