There was a corridor in the Cai Residence, on which servants and maids were walking back and forth in a hurry. The living room in the Cai Residence was in the middle of the Cai Residence, and if one wanted to get there, they had to pass through these corridors.
Although it was not as vast as the Imperial Palace, the scenery in the Cai Residence was like a fairyland on earth. The trees were shady, birds flew in the sky, butterflies flew in the beautiful flowers, rockery and running water. The brocade scales in the pool seemed to be floating in the air, and the sound of the water was like a ring. It made people feel happy and calm.
After crossing a small bridge, they could see the vermilion building. The door of the building was wide open, and many servant girls were coming in and out.
"Haha! Meng Yue was high up in the sky, sitting on a boat. To the right was the sun, and to the left was the moon. Good, good, good! As expected of Cai Yong's descendant, he actually wanted to be like Yi Yin!”
"Humph! He was just biting off more than he could chew! Nonsense! Although the current world was still under the control of the Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turbans were in chaos and the Ten Generals were in control of the court! What's the use of being in politics?"
Outside the door, she could hear the discussion in the room. She followed Lu Zhi into the room. The room was very spacious, and many round tables were placed in the hall. A thin youth stood awkwardly at the side.
"Oh? Brother Lu Zhi is here! Haha! Gongsun brat is here too! Eh? Who are these two?" The one who spoke was an old man. He had a long beard and a kind face. His eyes were bright and full of energy. He was wearing a gray silk robe with patterns, looking like a great master.
"Brothers, long time no see! What were you discussing just now? Why are we talking about state affairs?" When Lu Zhi saw his old friend walking towards him, he spoke as he walked and cupped his hands at him.
"Sigh! Just now, I was discussing the rise and fall of the country with my friends. Who is suffering? This kid said that the people were suffering, but it wasn't considered suffering. Now that the country was in power, Brother Lu Zhi must understand that even if the people of the world were to participate in politics, the people were still suffering!”The old man pointed at the youth who was still standing.
So that was what happened! Tang Ximing immediately understood!
"It just so happens that Brother Lu Zhi is here. Come, come, come. Brother Lu Zhi, please compose a poem. This poem needs to express the danger of Tongguan! We still need to put the people into suffering!" The old man didn't seem to let Lu Zhi go. He was pressing Lu Zhi to write a poem, as if he wouldn't give him a seat if he didn't write a poem.
"Hahaha! Cai Yong! Cai Yong! You just won't let me off! But today, I brought a person who is skilled in both literature and martial arts! Why don't we let him try!" Lu Zhi said with a bitter smile, but now Tang Ximing understood that the person in front of her was Cai Yong!
"Oh? Who was it? Little Gongsun? But Gongsun brat doesn't know martial arts, right?”Cai Yong looked at Lu Zhi in surprise and sized up Gongsun Zan.
"No, no, no! Come, old man Cai Yong, come and meet the God of War who is currently in the limelight-Tang Ximing!”Lu Zhi smiled and looked at Cai Yong, then flashed and showed Tang Ximing.
"Oh? You're the God of War, Tang Ximing! Tang Ximing, a young commandant who was proficient in playing the zither, chess, and literature!”Cai Yong's eyes immediately lit up, like a poor kid who found a piece of gold on the ground.
"Lord Cai is too kind! I, Tang Ximing, am here today to visit Lord Cai!”Tang Ximing bowed politely to Cai Yong. Even though his official position was not as high as his, her own was higher.
"Hahaha! Good, good, good! Come, kid, compose a poem for me!" When Cai Yong heard this, Tang Ximing confirmed that he was the Tang Ximing he had mentioned, so he desperately wanted Tang Ximing to write a poem.
Tang Ximing had already thought of the corresponding poem in her heart. What a joke. I came from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties. I've heard and memorized countless poems of the Tang, Song, Ci, and Yuan Dynasties.
"The peaks are like a gathering, the waves are like raging waves, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, I hesitated. I was sad that the places where the scriptures of the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled had been turned into soil. Prosperity, the people suffer! Death, the people suffer!" This poem came from Shanpoyang·Tongguan Recalling the Past. This poem just happened to describe the dangerous terrain of Tongguan, and at the same time, it was a battleground for military strategists. The last two sentences of the poem directly pointed out that the people were the most miserable people. The rise of the dynasty, the construction of palaces and palaces, the people could not bear the hardship. The dynasty had fallen, and the people had fled from famine and lost their homes!
Prosperity, the people suffer! Forget, the people suffer!
The last two sentences seemed to be lingering in the hall. The noisy discussion had subsided, as if there were no living beings here. Therefore, everyone present was immersed in the poem. Tang Ximing's voice was not loud, but the words of the poem he recited seemed to have magic, surrounding the beams of the hall and not dissipating.
"Xing, the people are suffering! Forget, the people suffer! Good! Good! Good! Good poem!" Cai Yong was the first to react and immediately praised. With Cai Yong's reaction, the guests present were full of praise.
"Brother Ximing is really skilled in both martial arts and literature! He did not expect that he could actually recite such a profound poem in such a short period of time! I admire you!" Lu Zhi was also shocked by Tang Ximing. He immediately called Tang Ximing his brother.
"Cai Lin, take a good look at what literary talent is! Come, come, come, take a seat!" Cai Yong stroked his beard and invited Lu Zhi and Tang Ximing to their seats.
Diao Chan accompanied Tang Ximing.
"Brother Lu Zhi, we've finished discussing literature. Now, let's talk about mathematics! I wonder who can come up with a question for us to consider!”Cai Yong said to Lu Zhi.
"Then I'll embarrass myself! The beggars on the streets received 500 copper coins a day, 17 copper coins for eating ten buns a day, 10 copper coins for drinking five small bowls, and 200 copper coins for asking for wine. How many copper coins did the beggars receive in a year? How many coins did they draw in total?”Lu Zhi smiled silently when he heard this. He stood up and cupped his hands at everyone before he began to speak slowly.
The ancient abacus could only add and subtract, and there was no multiplication, division, or addition of powers beyond nine-nine. This was not a calculator, so the ancient people could calculate in less than an hour, or as long as two or three days.
"Oh! Every day, he asked for 500 wen, ate 17 wen of steamed buns every day, drank 10 wen of water, and asked for 200 wen of wine.”As soon as Lu Zhi finished speaking, everyone present revealed a thoughtful expression.
Cai Yong frowned when he heard this and ordered the servants to bring a pen and paper abacus and start counting.
Seeing this, Lu Zhi secretly smiled in his heart. This was something he thought of when he was fighting against the Yellow Turban and was drinking out of boredom. Now, it was actually so useful.
500 a day, 365 days a year. Multiply the two zeroes of 500 by 1825 and add the two zeroes, 182500! Eating buns cost 17 yuan, drinking water cost 10 yuan, and drinking wine cost 200 yuan. He spent 227 yuan a day, and multiplied by 365 yuan, he got 82855 yuan.
Tang Ximing secretly wiped the tea on the table and calculated. After Tang Ximing got the answer, she felt that it was really hard for the ancient people! It was only during an era when addition, substitution, multiplication, and division were not developed yet. Moreover, the numbers used were not Arabic numbers. They were still in capital letters, one, two, and three. It was not like he could do it with just addition, substitution, multiplication, and division.
"Oh? Brother Ximing, did you figure it out?" Lu Zhi saw Tang Ximing's actions and expression and asked in surprise, thinking that Tang Ximing had figured it out.
"I collected a total of 182,500 copper coins a year, spent 82,855 copper coins a year, and after deducting the money I spent last year, I begged for a total of 99,645 copper coins!”Tang Ximing answered.
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