Yang Yiming, who was squatting in the snow under the tree, suddenly got up!

He stepped forward and held Jia Cong's hand tightly, asking eagerly:

"This is a difficult problem in the "Algorithm for Unification" by the great master Cheng Dawei of the previous dynasty. How can you calculate it so quickly?"

"Quick, tell me the algorithm!"

Jia Cong was grabbed by him and felt that the young man's hands were colder than ice.

Looking at his face again, he saw that his skin was extremely white, and it was as if he could even see the blue blood vessels under his skin.

My whole body was as cold as ice.

Jia Cong gently pulled back his palm and said with a smile: "If you go into the flower hall and talk, if you stay outside any longer, you will almost freeze into ice."

Yang Haoran brought Jia Cong and others into the flower hall, and they all finished the ceremony.

He smiled and said: "Yi Ming, it's a good time to accompany the guests."

"It's very windy and snowy outside today. Don't squat on the ground to count if you think of anything again."

Yang Yiming smiled and said: "Father, my son knows..."

As long as he thinks of arithmetic, he will be completely unaware of the changes in the outside world, and he will naturally understand them.

Yang Haoran said a few more words to Jia Cong and Qi Youlu before returning to Nuange.

Under the flower hall, an earth dragon is burning, and a charcoal basin is used to smoke it, making it as warm as spring.

A bottle of red plums slants out on the table, and two pots of narcissus in front of the window are fragrant.

It's a completely different world from the wind and snow outside the hall.

Yang Yiming chased Jia Cong and asked: "Brother Cong, it's not cold now, can you tell me?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "This is not difficult."

Then I briefly explained the algorithm.

Of course he would not speak of the equations of later generations, but would try to use the wording of this era.

Yang Yiming stood in the flower hall and was stunned for a long time.

Suddenly, he ran away!

Jia Cong and Qi Youlu looked at each other.

Qi Youlu asked: "What's going on with this young man?"

Jia Cong couldn't help but smile when he thought of those science madmen in later generations who forgot about food and sleep.

There is no doubt that Yang Yiming is that kind of person.

It's just that in this era, there was no arithmetic in the imperial examinations, and the eight-legged literary policy essay examination poems were already killing people.

Where does this young man have the extra energy to learn arithmetic?

Just wondering.

Yang Yiming rushed in with a lot of calculations and a booklet in his arms.

"Brother Cong! Hurry! Help me do the math!"

"I've been solving it for a long time, but there are still many things I can't solve!"

Jia Cong saw that his head and face were covered with snow, and his pale face turned red from the cold.

He quickly helped Yang Yiming brush away the snowflakes and pulled him to sit around the fumigation cage.

"Brother Youlu, help him take a look first."

"It's warm in this flower hall, but it's extremely cold outside. If you're running around, be careful not to catch the cold."

Qi Youlu stretched out three fingers to take his pulse.

As soon as I started using it, I felt like ice under my fingers.

He said softly "Hey".

"Why are you running into the snow and wind when you are so cold?"

“I don’t want my body anymore?”

Yang Yiming smiled and said: "Brother Qi also noticed it?"

"I was born with a cold body, and I have gotten used to it over the years."

Qi Youlu shook his head secretly.

If this young man is not nursed back to health as soon as possible, his longevity may be hindered.

"How about I prescribe a prescription for you to nurse yourself back to health?"

Yang Yiming's mind was not on his own constitution at all, and he thrust the booklet into Jia Cong's hand.

"Brother Cong, help me take a look!"

Jia Cong had no choice but to open the booklet.

It is full of copied arithmetic problems.

There is one in "Baojian of Mathematics", there is one in "Four Yuan Jade Mirror", and there is also one in "Nine Chapters Algorithm".

Then look at the Gusu code written by Yang Yiming like a ghost painting.

I couldn't help but smile.

"You go see a doctor first, and I'll do the math for you."

Only then did Yang Yiming feel relieved.

He turned to Qi Youlu and smiled: "It turned out that I drank the decoction given by Yu Lao Yuan's envoy. After he became an official, no one gave me a replacement prescription."

"It stopped for two or three months."

Qi Youlu hurriedly asked: "Do you still remember Fang Zi?"

"Remember." Yang Yiming is also a young prodigy, so he naturally has the ability to observe monuments at a glance.

As he spoke, he wrote down the recipe.

Qi Youlu looked at it and smiled and said: "Just add two more medicines. Brother Yang must never stop taking the medicine in the future."

I immediately added two herbs.

Give the recipe to Yang Yiming.

Yang Yiming shook his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Qi, just give it to my father or grandfather later. You don't have to give it to me."

Everyone just stayed close to Jia Cong and watched him do his math.

There was no need to do any calculations when meeting Jia Cong. Instead, he used some numbers that he couldn't understand at all.

Asked: "Brother Cong, what are these?"

Jia Cong laughed and said: "These are the Arabic numerals used by Westerners."

These calculations are very difficult in this era, but in Jia Cong's eyes, they are just a matter of making a few equations.

After a while, you will finish solving the problem.

He also explained to Yang Yiming how those Arabic numerals corresponded to Gusu codes and arithmetic chips.

Yang Yiming has excellent natural qualities, and Jia Cong already understood it with a little guidance.

Jia Cong secretly admired.

This young man is truly the smartest person he has seen since he came to the world of Red Mansions.

Jia Cong's thoughts moved slightly and he smiled brightly.

Stand up, pick up a piece of paper and blow it gently in your hand.

The paper immediately floated and fell again.

"Brother Yang, do you know where the wind comes from?"

"What's the geometry?"

"Where does the snow come from?"

"Why six out?"

"Why can't you hear the rumble of thunder after the thunderbolts that filled the sky?"

Jia Cong pointed at the bright clouds in the sky outside the window.

"Are there stars hidden above the billowing clouds?"

Yang Yiming listened to Jia Cong's words with confusion on his face.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "And all of this can be calculated using the numbers in your hands!"
To be continued...