Qin Huan listened to the advice of the Directorate and the Hongwen School. He waited quietly on the side without much change in his expression.
Although his surname was Qin, he had nothing to do with Prime Minister Qin. Because of his sensitive identity, he had never agreed to be recruited by any prince.
Moreover, deep down, he did not approve of the King of Shu becoming the next emperor.
If he was merely of mediocre aptitude, it would have been fine. It would have been difficult for the Kingdom of Jing, which had been stabilized by several generations of Emperors, to be completely defeated in his hands. However, the things that the King of Shu had done in recent days had caused him to become somewhat vigilant.
Not to mention that the King of Jing Kingdom was incompetent, if he did not have the most basic moral integrity and was surrounded by foreign enemies, there was a possibility that the King of Jing Kingdom would perish.
As for Li Yi, the Prince of Chang 'an County that everyone was talking about, Qin Huan never doubted His Majesty's ability to judge people. Since His Majesty asked him to teach the princes and princesses arithmetic, it meant that Li Xianzi was indeed qualified to do so.
Anyway, this matter had nothing to do with him, so he stopped paying attention to it. Qin Huan glanced around the hall casually. When he was about to withdraw his gaze, he was suddenly startled and looked in a certain direction.
Monarch Jin's fat figure was lying on the table. He bit the tip of his pen and frowned, as if he was thinking about something.
After a while, his eyebrows relaxed and he looked a little proud. He picked up the pen and wrote quickly on the paper. After a while, he frowned again …
Seeing this, Qin Huan suddenly felt a little confused.
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Seeing that the Directorate belittled Li Yi's new arithmetic, Emperor Jing frowned and asked, "Isn't it said that the new arithmetic created by Li Yi is convenient and easy to use? I asked the Directorate to try it out for a year. If it works, it will be promoted to the whole country. With such merit, why can't Li Yi be the teacher of the Princes?"
An old man snorted and said: "I've seen Li Yi's new method of calculation. It's nothing but a crooked method. How can it compare to the method passed down by our ancestors? The method of calculation is so convenient, yet he actually wants to replace it. If I were to meet such a person who has forgotten his ancestors, I'll definitely smash his head open!"
Qin Huan withdrew his gaze from Prince Jin and looked at the old man. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Li Xianzi even dared to beat the King of Shu, so why would he be afraid of an old scholar? He was afraid that his old bones would be torn apart before he could break Li Xianzi's head.
As soon as the old scholar finished speaking, the Chancellor of the Directorate of Imperial Academy stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, although some people in the Directorate of Imperial Academy think that Li Yi's new mathematics is remarkable, they can't replace our plan. If we carry it out rashly, I'm afraid that it will only lead the students astray. If the foundation of the scholars in the Jing Kingdom is damaged, even if I die ten thousand times, I won't be able to absolve myself of the blame …"
In front of Emperor Jing, the Chancellor of the Directorate had already spoken very tactfully.
The general meaning was that Li Yi's new mathematics was nothing. The Directorate of Imperial Academy didn't care about it at all. Your Majesty, you are a layman, so don't blindly compare. When it comes to this, the Directorate of Imperial Academy is the professional.
After that, several people stepped forward to speak. The general meaning was similar to that of the Chancellor of the Directorate of Imperial Academy. They belittled Li Yi's new mathematics. If such a person was allowed to teach the princes and princesses, not only would the Directorate of Imperial Academy and Hongwen School lose face, but His Majesty would also lose face outside the palace.
Emperor Jing frowned, and a trace of doubt finally appeared on his face.
Although he had dabbled in mathematics, he was not arrogant enough to think that he was better than the Directorate of Imperial Academy. Everyone, including the two great scholars, belittled Li Yi's new mathematics. Was he really wrong?
Thinking of the way Li Yi used to teach the princes and princesses, Emperor Jing became even more doubtful.
Seeing the doubt on Emperor Jing's face, the officials of the Directorate of Imperial Academy and the scholars of Hongwen School finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The teachers of the princes were respected and extraordinary. This was an invisible umbrella in itself. Without this identity, the prince of Chang 'an County was just the prince of Chang' an County. It would be much more convenient for them to deal with it.
Qin Huan looked at Yan Bing again and found that he still had a dead face. His Majesty was obviously about to be convinced by them. Was Yan Bing really not going to do anything?
Forget it. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me. Qin Huan shook his head and inadvertently glanced at Prince Jin behind him. He found that Prince Jin had put down his brush and stretched himself. The expression on his face seemed to be a little satisfied?
In that case … Thinking that Li Yi himself seemed not very satisfied with this task, Emperor Jing thought for a while and said, "Let's choose from the Directorate of Imperial Academy …"
"Father."
Suddenly, a child's voice came from behind. Emperor Jing turned his head and saw Prince Jin, Li Han, standing behind him with something in his hand.
Taking a closer look, he found that it was a memorial that had just been submitted by the Ministry of War. It recorded the details of various military expenses. It was also the thing that the two ministers had just argued about.
He took the memorial from Li Han's hand and said, "You can't touch this. Han 'er, wait a little longer. Father will play with you when it's over."
"Father, they made a mistake in one of the questions." Prince Jin raised his head and looked at Emperor Jing.
The nine-year-old fat boy was actually quite handsome. When he raised his head and spoke, he had a kind of cute feeling.
At this time, his face was a little proud, like a child who had done a good deed and was waiting for an adult to praise him.
This was the truth.
Emperor Jing was stunned for a moment. Then he smiled and shook his head, saying, "Han 'er, don't make trouble. Go over there to play."
Even though Li Yi had once told him that Prince Jin was very talented in mathematics, Emperor Jing did not think that he would be better than the mathematics masters of the Directorate of Imperial Academy.
If there was a problem with this memorial, who knew how many heads the Ministry of War would lose. How could Yan Bing take this matter lightly?
"Father, they really made a mistake!" His father did not believe him. Li Han felt a little wronged and said anxiously.
Emperor Jing frowned and was about to reprimand him. However, when he saw Prince Jin's aggrieved face and his tears were about to come out, he remembered that he did not know how long it had been since he had a good talk with him. His heart softened and he said, "Well, then Han 'er, tell Father, where did they make a mistake?"
The fat boy smiled again and opened the memorial in Emperor Jing's hand. Seeing the dense and strange characters on the memorial, Minister of War Yan Bing's face changed greatly. He looked at Emperor Jing and said, "Your Majesty, this …"
Emperor Jing waved his hand and said, "Just draw up a new one after you leave."
Yan Bing watched Prince Jin open the long memorial and spread it on the ground. The original blank space had long been filled with characters. He could only nod with a bitter smile.
"Here, it's here." The fat boy pointed to a place and said confidently, "Father, look. The transportation of grain and fodder between Liangzhou and Youzhou should not be distributed like this. In this way, there will be too much consumption on the road …"
Prince Jin half-knelt on the ground and pointed to a formula next to him. He said, "If there is a little more here and a little less here, it will be the best distribution. At least, the consumption will be reduced by more than 10%. It will also be a lot of money …"
The people of the Imperial College did not take this matter to heart. Yan Bing and Emperor Jing did not think that a nine-year-old child could point out the mistakes in the imperial court's military expenditure, so they did not pay much attention.
Although Prince Jin's words were vague, Qin Huan, who had always been sensitive to money, quickly understood.
The Ministry of Revenue had always aimed to do the most things with the least amount of money. No matter where the application was, they wanted to reduce the amount by 20%.
The amount of military expenditure was huge, and the Ministry of Revenue allocated the majority of it every year. He had always been very cautious. However, because the Ministry of War had its own calculation method and he had the help of the Imperial College's mathematical masters, Qin Huan almost never doubted their correctness.
What was the result?
The problem could be solved with 100,000 taels, but the Ministry of War asked for 120,000 taels from the Ministry of Revenue. Of course, this money was not embezzled by the Ministry of War. It was wasted on the road …
And this was only the first time.
20,000 taels for one time. How much would it be for ten times?
If the mathematical masters of the Imperial College were at this level, how much money would the national treasury have wasted over the years?
Qin Huan's heart was immediately filled with anger when he thought about the Emperor's reduction of taxes, the emptiness of the national treasury, and how he worried about money every day. He had trouble eating and sleeping. The Ministry of War and the Imperial College were dragging the Ministry of Revenue down.
Of course, he would not be so impulsive. Prince Jin was only a child who was less than 10 years old. What if he made a mistake?
So, Qin Huan squatted down and began to check his calculation.
Not long after, Qin Huan's breathing gradually became heavy. He looked up at the Minister of War, Yan Bing, and the people of the Imperial College. His eyes were bloodshot, like a fierce beast choosing its prey.
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