Qin asked

To be honest, it was really not easy to be an aristocrat in ancient China. You had to learn "Poems", "Books", "Etiquette" and "Spring and Autumn", and you had to learn the six arts of a gentleman. However, if you are a Western aristocrat, it is much easier and you don’t need to learn so much at all. Many things, as long as they have blood, some kings don't even speak their own language.

So most of them are bored tight too.What are you doing when you're bored?Of course it's a math problem!

Therefore, the reason why ancient Western mathematics was good and many well-known mathematicians were produced is probably the reason.

Coincidentally, there is a long way to go, Mo Dou thought, Ying Zheng has nothing to do now, so when will he not study math at this time?

Starting from the most basic decimal arithmetic, you don't need to worry about setting unknown numbers, but you must at least teach addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division of percentages.

Mo Dou thinks beautifully, but the reality is often very skinny.

Although Mo Dou thinks that his foundation is not bad, and Ying Zheng's acceptance ability is even more different from ordinary people, but there is no draft paper here... no draft paper!

So after teaching counting and ninety-nine multiplication tables, Mo Dou had to teach addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of more than ten digits by mouth... in a car that was bumping to death, but listening to a dry mouth teach...it's really too much Embarrassing Ying Zheng, his brows were knotted into a knot, Rao Mo Dou also sighed, doing so was indeed too demanding of Ying Zheng.

So although these are elementary school mathematics, it can be counted as everyone who can do this here.

Mo Dou was in a hurry, but Ying Zheng couldn't understand why Mo Dou was so persistent.

In fact, he has long been impatient: "Why is fighting so obsessed with this, and politics doesn't need this way."

Seeing Mo Dou's face look sour, Ying Zheng comforted him softly: "Zheng is not in a hurry on this matter, and Dou doesn't have to be so dedicated."

This was the first time that Yingzheng showed resistance to what Mo Dou taught. Mo Dou was a little caught off guard. He didn't react for a while, and he wasn't ready for Ying Zheng's rejection. He opened his mouth and didn't know how to persuade Ying Zheng.

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with it." Seeing that Mo Dou was still so stubborn, Ying Zheng lowered his voice, "Let's leave this matter alone, and Dou doesn't need to mention it again. If Dou has this experience, why not talk to Zheng about Qin's affairs."

Mo Dou was silent for a while, wanting to persuade again: "My son's words..."

Looking up, he saw Ying Zheng's unpredictable expression, and he was dumbfounded.

"Say it, why don't you say it? Isn't Dou trying to teach politics what to do?"

Mo Dou closed his eyes, holding back what he was going to say: "It's Dou... surpassed..."

"I still understand," Ying Zheng said in an inaudible tone, "you have to remember, who is the young master and what I want to learn, don't let you worry about it."

……

"Yes."

The air in the carriage workshop froze, making people feel stuffy for no reason. Ying Zheng looked a little annoyed at the silent Mo Dou, waved his hands and said, "You go down first, the dignitaries are quiet."

Mo Dou's heart sank little by little following Ying Zheng's words, until he heard what Ying Zheng just said, and he sank directly to the bottom.

He bowed his head and cupped his hands: "No."

Sure enough, I was really naive, and I thought too highly of myself.

He met Ying Zheng too early, so his first impression was the seven-year-old Ying Zheng, even if Ying Zheng broke Mo Dou's inherent impression of him several times, Mo Dou still did not regard Ying Zheng as an emperor To deal with it, I think highly of myself, I am so ambitious, I am eager for success, and point fingers at Ying Zheng...

The trouble with people is to be a teacher.

Thanks to the fact that he thought he had 2000 years more experience than the Warring States people, he forgot the most basic truth and almost became the second Zhang Juzheng. The little carpenter who set up the office.

Mo Dou panted and followed behind the convoy, gritted his teeth and followed.

Fortunately, reality gave him a head-on blow early, allowing him to see his situation clearly as soon as possible.

As for Yingzheng... Mo Dou comforted himself, at least Yingzheng learned to add and subtract, and other things should not be rushed, everything should be done slowly, you can't become fat in one sitting, everything has just begun.

……

As Mo Dou said, we have only just begun together.

250 BC.

The state of Qin, Xianyang, and Lu Buwei were granted the title of Prime Minister, Marquis of Wenxin, and the city of Luoyang, Henan Province, with 3000 households. There are 20 diners under the door. There are more than [-] words in Balan, Liulun, and Twelve Ji. The theory of "Lu Shi Chunqiu" began to be compiled, and it was also Confucianism and Mohism, and it was called "Zajia" in law.

In Shangcai County, a small official in charge of documents saw a mouse while going to the toilet, and suddenly realized that "rats live, people always choose places", so he resigned from the small official, went to Qi State to study, and worshiped Xunqing as his teacher .

In a family of famous generals from generation to generation, General Meng Wu of the Qin Dynasty is teaching his nine-year-old eldest son the art of war.

In South Korea, Han Fei bid farewell to his mentor Xun Qing, and South Korea is getting weaker and weaker. He wants to return to his country to write a letter to the King of Han to remonstrate, to reform and strengthen himself, and to serve the country.

And Yingzheng stepped into Xianyang for the first time. The first thing he had to do was to attend the funeral of his grandfather and uncle and his father's succession ceremony.

Crowds of chariots headed towards the Qin Palace. In the ensemble of wheels and horseshoes, Ying Zheng suppressed his curiosity, excitement, fear, and nervousness, and peeked at the magnificent palace through the curtain of the car.

Numerous palaces are connected together to form a whole, which looks magnificent from a distance; attendants go to and from each palace, serving the highest administrator of Qin State; the tiles are carved with dragons or tigers, domineering...everywhere is beautiful. With Qin's chill and martial style, it is completely different from Zhao State.

Mo Dou bowed his head respectfully and introduced to Ying Zheng: "Shang Yang" was the palace of Ji Que in Xianyang, and Qin moved to the capital from Yong. It is the Xianyang Palace built by Lord Shang Yang."

The convoy entered from the west gate, and tall towers stood quietly on the left and right sides of the majestic and majestic city gate, the top of which was invisible, which made people feel fearful.

Ying Zheng clenched his fists: "Dou, what's the use of the second floor?"

"The second floor is called Ji Que, and it is used to announce religious policies and issue war orders."

"Five years ago, was it at the front?"

Five years ago, during the Battle of Changping, Mo Dou's father died in this battle...

Mo Dou pursed his lips and nodded: "Yes."

Yingzheng sighed: "It's a pity that I don't know what this scene looks like. Dou Kezheng can describe it?"

Mo Dou lowered his eyes and suppressed all kinds of emotions in his heart: "Flags are fluttering, horses roar, warriors are armored and golden, and they are powerful everywhere."

Ying Zheng smiled: "Good."

Mo Dou knew clearly that this was Ying Zheng, belligerent, suspicious, good at power, and a born emperor. It was Ying Zheng's warning to Mo Dou just now, and he would have to face more in the future.