Pi was the symbol of the highest achievement in ancient mathematics. It was Zu Chongzhi's greatest achievement in mathematics and brought glory to the Zu family for hundreds of years.
"Return it immediately after you read it! Don't damage it! "
Zu Mingjun discreetly handed Modun a yellowed ancient book.
Meton took the book and flipped it open. He quickly closed it and looked at Zu Mingjun in surprise. It was Zu Chongzhi's last work on mathematics.
"That's not very appropriate!" Meton shook his head. This was the most precious treasure of the Zu family.
"You deserve it!"
Zu Mingjun said. This was the Zu family's reward for Meton teaching Arabic numerals and inspiring Zu Mingjun to discover the parabola.
"There are annotations about the Fixing Method. I know you're very good at mathematics. It might be helpful to you!" Zu Mingjun said.
"Annotations about the Fixing Method!" Meton's expression changed. He had heard a lot about the Fixing Method. According to the records of later generations, the Fixing Method was not even understood by the examiners.
The Imperial College also had a textbook on the Fixing Method. Meton had flipped through it and found that the Fixing Method was based on the Extreme Method of later generations.
With the current level of mathematics in the Tang dynasty, the Fixing Method was indeed difficult to understand. There was no theoretical formula to support it. It was only based on the accumulation of large amounts of data. It was time-consuming and the results were not accurate. Other than Shen Hongcai, everyone else in the Imperial College could only laugh at it.
Meton could not suppress his curiosity. He flipped through the book and found that the wisdom of the ancients was not to be underestimated. In this book, Zu Chongzhi's last work, there were all kinds of complicated mathematical problems. It even mentioned the concept of calculus.
Unfortunately, not many people could accept such advanced knowledge. It was no wonder that the Fixing Method was lost in later generations.
Meton quickly flipped through the book and returned it to Zu Mingjun.
"The ancestor's wisdom is amazing, but I advise you to forget about the things inside and focus on studying the parabola. If there is a chance in the future, wait until you are seventy or eighty years old before you study these things, so that you don't waste a lot of time." Meton kindly advised.
The current foundation of mathematics in the Tang dynasty was still not good enough to study such a profound mathematical problem. If they forced it, they would only waste their time.
"This was originally researched by those old farts," Zu Mingjun muttered in a low voice. However, there was a hint of regret in his eyes. It was obvious that he had once wanted to comprehend the works left behind by his ancestors and become famous in one fell swoop. However, even Meton, who was much better at mathematics than him, had said so, so he could only give up.
"You can understand it?" Zu Mingjun asked, unwilling to give up.
Meton smiled but did not answer.
Although he knew the method, mathematics was developed step by step. If he spoiled it with excessive enthusiasm, it would only destroy the foundation of mathematics. Moreover, these profound problems were useless in the Tang dynasty. They were not as practical as the parabola in front of him.
Qin Huaiyu and the other two, who had been in the limelight in front of their classmates, showed great enthusiasm for mathematics in a short period of time. They actually joined Zu Mingjun's parabola experiment for the first time. Of course, it was more likely that they heard that the experiment equipment today was for them to kick Cuju.
"Everyone, pay attention! Cuju is here. Watch this young master! " Yuchi Baolin roared. With a run-up, he kicked Cuju into the air. This guy was as strong as an ox. He was like an animal that did not know fatigue and was abnormally energetic.
Zu Mingjun held the paper and watched Cuju climb up in the air. After reaching the highest point, it fell in a parabola! It landed on the ground with a bang and bounced far away.
"The height is twenty-three feet."
Meton stood in the middle and watched Cuju pass between the two feet and the three feet line. He reported a relatively close height.
"The landing point is thirty-two feet!" Qin Huaiyu shouted at the landing point. His data was much more accurate. He reported the distance of the landing point.
Zu Mingjun heard the shout and quickly recorded the data in a small booklet. Looking at the densely packed booklet, it was obvious that he had recorded it many times.
At the landing point, Cheng Chumo picked up Cuju and kicked it out of the ground. Cuju once again flew through the air.
"The height is eighteen feet." Meton shouted again.
"The landing point is twenty-one feet." Zu Mingjun saw the landing point and quickly recorded the data again. Looking at the densely packed data in his booklet, it was obvious that he had recorded a lot of data.
Through a large number of experiments, again and again, it was close to the real number. This was the Zu family's technique passed down from generation to generation. Of course, there was also his own unique calculation method. Although it was clumsy, as long as he persevered, he would be able to produce results.
"Are you done?" Cheng Chumo shouted as he kicked Cuju again.
Even if he and Yuchi Bao Lin were strong, they could not withstand hundreds of kicks. They were tired and gasping for breath.
"Okay, give me ten more sets. When the time comes, I will treat you to fried chicken!" Zu Mingjun shouted.
"You brat are really cunning. You dare to treat us to food in our shop!" Yuchi Bao Lin looked at Zu Mingjun with contempt and kicked Cuju away.
"Isn't that to take care of your business!" Zu Mingjun took advantage of the situation and confidently said.
"Che! Using you? "Qin Huaiyu shouted from afar.
Ever since the fried chicken steak and drumsticks were introduced, it was immediately well received. Especially the Imperial College's supervisors and the youths in Chang 'an, they would not get tired of eating it. Every day, they would line up very far away. There was no need to worry about business.
Cuju flew back and forth in the air. Soon, ten sets of data were recorded. Zu Mingjun looked at his booklet. With the help of these two animals, today's data was almost collected. It could only support him for a few days.
Meton wiped his sweat and walked to Zu Mingjun's side. Looking at the densely packed data in the booklet and Zu Mingjun's confident smile, he believed that the parabola was not a problem for Zu Mingjun. Given some time, he would be able to sum it up.
At this time, an unexpected person appeared in front of Meton.
"Meton, I want to learn new mathematics from you." Kong Huisuo came in front of Meton and said with expectation.
In fact, Meton had already seen Kong Huisuo circling around, but he did not expect her to be looking for him.
With Qin Huaiyu's flamboyant personality, the secret of their rapid improvement in mathematics was soon known by everyone. Every day, he would brag in front of the Imperial College students that he could learn mathematics so easily. Other than his own talent, the foreign mathematics taught by Meton might have played a role.
"A little?" The person who heard this looked at Qin Huaiyu, who was showing off, with disdain.
It was not that they did not know what this guy's previous level was. They were afraid that it was not a role that played a role. Most of the credit was due to this foreign mathematics!
To be able to turn a poor student into a top student in a short time, this foreign mathematics was almost deified in the Imperial College.
However, the person who mastered this foreign mathematics was Mo Jiazi's younger brother, Meton. Many people could not bring themselves to look for Meton. However, Kong Huisuo was different. Ever since Qin Huaiyu and the other two's mathematics results improved by leaps and bounds, Kong Huisuo had become the weakest among the supervisors. He had no way out. All his hopes were placed on Meton's foreign mathematics.
"Of course! This mathematics was brought back from India by the ancestors of the Mo Family. It is not unique to the Mo Family. Everyone can learn it, "Meton said.
"Everyone can learn it?" Kong Huisuo could not help but be shocked. He did not expect to be able to obtain this foreign mathematics so easily.
"That is indeed the case. Brother Mo is indeed teaching us mathematics for free. This is my notebook. Take a look at it. If there is anything you do not understand, you can ask me. " Zu Mingjun confirmed Meton's words. He took out a notebook from his bag and passed it to Kong Huisuo.
"Thank you!" Kong Huisuo took the notebook and said sincerely.
Seeing that Kong Huisuo could not wait to leave with the notebook, Meton smiled slightly. Whether it was teaching Zu Mingjun about the parabola or teaching Arabic numerals and the multiplication formula, they were all spreading the seeds of mathematics.
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