Wei Changfeng had just come down from court, and when he entered the government office, he saw such a scene.
There were more than twenty officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs, plus a few elderly civil servants, with bricks and stones under their buttocks and their heads drooped, like a group of doormats.
"One and one make one, one and two make two...five, eight and forty..."
During this period, Chu Qing yelled and cursed, spitting on the faces of these unlucky people.
For this group of officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs, memorizing the multiplication tables is not difficult. The main issues are "sequence" and "concept".
In fact, it was mentioned in the book "Guanzi" in the pre-Qin period. "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" also contains records of the Jiujiu technique done by Bao Xishi in the past. It also talks about the Jiujiu multiplication table. With the subsequent evolution, and
Later generations are basically the same, but the order is wrong, from nine nine eighty one to two two as four, from big to small, not from small to big, and the numbers used are not Arabic numerals.
It's easy to accept, and it's easy to understand once you get started.
The main reason was that Chu Qing was under great psychological pressure, so he complained about them.
They are all scholars, and trolling can be considered their strength, but this is the first time they have seen a guy like Chu Qing who can make them break their defenses and start to doubt their life with just one sentence.
Besides, Chu Qing's anger was not without reason.
One-third is angry at these "idiots", and the other two-thirds, even he himself doesn't realize it, is because of the "accounts".
In the three accounts including Xiao County, after every number, there is the people's fat and the people's anointing, and they are the numbers accumulated by the people's flesh, blood and withered bones.
Chu Qing could see all of this.
He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and even tried to pretend he didn't care at all.
But can he really not care? He is also from a "commoner" background, and has also struggled in dire straits. How can he not care? It's just that he doesn't want to admit it, and he doesn't want to tell himself that he cares.
And this anger, which he clearly cared about but did not say anything, was vented on the officials of the Ministry of Revenue.
Subconsciously, Chu Qing knew that it was this group of "rice-baskets", those who had nothing to do but didn't even understand their accounts. This led to loopholes in the taxation process, and local officials took advantage of these loopholes to bully and harm the people.
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Wei Changfeng, who had just crossed the threshold, was a little confused.
Officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs were sitting in rows like primary school students, carrying multiplication tables on their backs, and sprayed on each other.
Chu Qing sat on the steps and cursed loudly. Chen Yan stood by and laughed and coaxed Chu Qing, fearing that Chu Qing would be angry.
What is "a master of arithmetic"? This is a master of arithmetic. The more explosive his temper, the greater his ability.
Chu Qing, who had good reason to criticize people, wrote a formula casually, and in the blink of an eye, the monthly salary of one hundred and thirty-six people in the Ministry of Revenue, from officials to clerks, from ministers to disciples, was calculated directly. Everyone
I was so shocked that I lowered my head and started getting sprayed.
Even if they don't get criticized, they also want to be like Chu Qing, who can calculate the salaries of hundreds of officials of different grades in the blink of an eye.
You must know that in this day and age, knowledge is wealth. If you know it but others don't, it is wealth. Just imagine, who is willing to hand over his wealth to others, and who is willing to teach his knowledge to people who are not relatives or friends.
people?
It doesn't matter if Chu Qing complains about them, or insults them. You must know that when they were studying, the gentlemen's big mouths were all talking in their faces, and they didn't know how many rods were broken.
As for the other officials, they all walked around Chu Qing and hid far away, but they also took bamboo slips and pens to record, frantically absorbing the little knowledge they had, their eyes full of fire.
Finally, someone noticed that Wei Changfeng was coming, and they quickly bent down and saluted, calling out "Sir."
Everyone turned around, stood up, and bowed to salute.
Chu Qing, who was having fun trolling people, changed his face like he was turning a page in a book. The anger on his face instantly turned into a spring breeze, and he stood up and faced him.
"Uncle Wei Shi, Uncle Wei Shi, you are back. You have worked hard and worked hard for the country. You hold up the sky and are invincible. You are indeed a role model for our generation."
Wei Changfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Chu."
The two people just had a short conversation, and they were all unintentional words, but in everyone's ears, it was undoubtedly like a thunderous explosion.
Sure enough, Master Chu addressed him as "Shi Bo", and Lord Wei also said "Thank you" to Master Chu.
What is this, this is the attitude, this is the signal.
Mr. Wei, who is selfless and has a hot temper, has never been so kind to a young man. As expected, these two people have a close relationship.
But when it comes to shock, everyone is not too shocked. Mr. Chu has no background. How dare he scold so many Ministry of Industry officials like his grandson?
Wei Changfeng glanced at the formulas and Arabic numerals posted on the wall, and his expression moved slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Chu Qing turned around and cursed: "What are you doing with the pestle? Keep memorizing it. When you've finished memorizing it, write down the formulas. In half a stick of incense,
, I have to use my professor’s formula to calculate the monthly salary of more than a thousand officials in the six ministries. If you can’t calculate it, stop eating!”
There were more than 20 people, but not a single person farted. After sitting down, they continued to write with their straps on.
Wei Changfeng looked shocked: "In half a stick of incense, the salary amount of more than a thousand people was verified?!"
"Yes, Shibo, don't worry. I have changed the salary for everyone. Even if they know the answer in advance, it is not accurate. They must use formulas to calculate it."
Wei Changfeng opened his mouth. What he wanted to say was not whether the answer was correct or not, but that it was too difficult to be a human being. You must know that officials in Beijing are frequently transferred, and the salary distribution is always changing. Every time it is paid at the end of the month
In terms of salary and salary, there are at least a dozen civil servants in the Ministry of Household Affairs, and they have to check it several times over several days.
Just as he was about to speak, Sun Yao raised his hand. Chu Qing frowned and said, "Let go."
"Mr. Chu, can one...one stick of incense work? One stick of incense, student, student will be able to figure out, half a stick of incense, half a stick of incense is too short."
"You dare to bargain with us, so don't eat lunch!"
Wei Changfeng took a breath of cold air, looked at Sun Yao and couldn't help but ask: "Can you calculate it alone with a stick of incense?"
Sun Yao had an expression as if he was a dead mother, and nodded: "It's okay to be a low-ranking official."
"really?"
"How dare you, the lower official, to deceive the boss?"
"Okay, then you do the math. Now do the math. Don't say that one stick of incense can do it in one day. No, you can do it in three days alone."
Sun Yao carefully glanced at Chu Qing, who waved his hand angrily: "You are lucky, a stick of incense, now!"
However, as soon as Chu Qing finished speaking, seven or eight people raised their hands.
"Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu, even a stick of incense can be used as a low-ranking official. A stick of incense can be counted."
"Students are welcome too, just a stick of incense!"
"With a stick of incense, even a student can do it."
A group of people were chattering away, fearing that they would not be able to have lunch.
Wei Changfeng grinned, as if in a dream.
After not seeing each other for just a few hours, my official... took some magic pill that didn't work?