Datang broom star

It was the first time Wang heard about it, and said in surprise, "Why did you refuse?"

"Mr. said that there will be room for me to wait in the future."

Knock knock knock!

Someone knocked on the door.

While wiping her hands with her apron, Mrs. Wang went to open the door.

The door opened, and a young man in sackcloth stood outside the door. He looked past Wang and saw Huang Haitong.

"But Senior Huang?"

Huang Haitong nodded, "It's me."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, "I was ordered to come here to ask you to return to mathematics."

Huang Haitong was taken aback.

When he graduated that year, he asked them if they were willing to give up everything for mathematics if necessary, and he agreed.

Mr. said two words at that time, "Return!"

Huang Haitong nodded without hesitation, "Okay!"

He said to Mrs. Wang: "Go and tell Uncle, I will not go there from now on, let him invite another person."

Mrs. Wang was stunned, thinking that such a good thing would be lost as soon as she said it, "husband... why are you going to study?"

Huang Haitong said with a smile: "Go to strengthen Tang Dynasty!"

"Husband!"

Shocked, Wang hurriedly chased him out.

Ahead, the young man walked side by side with Huang Haitong, and said something to him.

Huang Haitong smiled, but Wang found that his man's shoulders were never straighter than before.

……

"Knock knock knock!"

The door opened, and the woman stared blankly at the young man in sackcloth with a spirit outside, "Who are you looking for, sir?"

The young man nodded, "May I ask if Zhang Yu lives here?"

The woman nodded, turned around and said, "Husband, someone is looking for you."

A man came out and asked the boy when he saw him, "Does he do math?"

The boy asked: "But Senior Zhang?"

Zhang Yu nodded.

The boy said: "Sir ordered me to come here so that you can return to mathematics."

The woman was stunned, "Husband..."

Zhang Yu froze for a moment, then said joyfully, "But the nearest school?"

The boy nodded, "Mr. is already waiting at the mathematics school."

"I'll..."

Zhang Yu hurried in and changed into sackcloth when he came out again.

The woman was surprised, "Husband, are you going to work?!"

Zhang Yu shook his head, "No, I will resign later."

Countless similar scenes are constantly being staged in Chang'an City.

One by one, former mathematics students met on the street, and then you punched him, he cursed a few words, and finally hugged each other and laughed loudly.

"Sir said back then that our duty was never to be a petty official..."

Huang Haitong met his former classmate and happily talked about each other's current situation.

After arriving at mathematics, more than a hundred people were taken to the playground.

Jia Pingan is already waiting.

One by one, the former students lined up according to the array they practiced that year.

Immediately quiet down.

Jia Pingan looked at these people and found that many of them had started to grow short beards.

"The years fly by."

He said something that others were confused about, and then stepped forward.

"Anathematics was considered a street mouse in the past, and everyone shouted and beat it."

Huang Haitong couldn't help thinking about the situation back then: at that time, studying mathematics was not what it is now. At that time, studying mathematics was a kind of alien, a scum spurned by mainstream public opinion.

"The illusory Confucianism has become a prominent school, while the new school that explores the real world and finds laws from it has become a street rat. Why?"

"Because of the general trend!"

"At the end of the Jin Dynasty, the world was in chaos. Where was Confucianism? Confucianism disappeared, and those great Confucians swore that the seeds of Confucianism survived because of their risky collection. But I want to ask, if Confucianism is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, why? Worried about inheritance?"

Under the parasol at the back, Prince Li Hong stood in the shadows thinking.

"We are uncovering the true face of this world, and uncovering the falsehoods of myths one by one. We are polishing the eyes of the world and telling them that this world is not what you imagined. This world cannot be guessed by imagination. By what?"

Jia Pingan smiled and said: "Does it depend on Confucianism? Does it depend on whoever it is? As I said, people in this world can't all study literature. What can literature do? Literature can build sharp weapons? Literature can build tall houses? Literature can Continuously promote social progress?"

When a country is about to perish, literature is of course useful. Literati can use pens as knives, and under the candlelight, they can write out unyielding characters one by one, calling on the people of the world to rise up.

But at the end of the day, it's science that's pulling the strings.Use science to arm the country, use science to create countless weapons, and make aliens terrified.

"cannot!"

Jia Ping'an blushed and roared for the first time.

The first time I saw Datang was a pit, those people stood excitedly at the mouth of the pit, talking and burying Xing Yunyun alive.Why did those once simple faces become ferocious?