After waiting for a long time, I woke up before returning to Xia Yuanji.

Xia Yuanji shouted with joy: "Your Majesty agrees!"

"Ahem!"

Fang Xing stood up with a reserved attitude, and he felt that as a hero who promoted Arabic numerals in the Ming Dynasty, he would inevitably be recorded in history from now on.

One day, everyone in charge of Xia Gong was talking about the quality of the big food. Xia Gong was elegant and smiled!

Fang Xing looked at Xia Yuanji with complex eyes, thinking that this would not be the record in the end!

Xia Yuanji did not pay attention to Fang Xing's strange appearance and said straight: "Dehua, from now on, you will come to the Ministry of Revenue every day. This official will give you a big room, one hour a day."

Fang Xing didn't expect Zhu Di to agree. You should know that he advocated Confucianism like his father Zhu Yuanzhang!

However, as long as an emperor understands the meaning of Confucianism, he will not reject such a god-given helper.

"Do you come every day? When? Lord Xia, I won't sing Mao!"

Fang Xing did not refuse to spread his own knowledge, but was worried that it would be too early to work.

I have to set off before dawn, and I can't live until I wake up.

Xia Yuanji was stunned, then pointed at Fang Xing and smiled bitterly, "Forget it, according to you, what about the day and hour of every day from now on?"

At Chen, it was almost seven o'clock, Fang Xing nodded and said, "That's OK, but Lord Xia, I don't receive my salary. If you have any questions, you can ask for leave, right?"

Xia Yuanji didn't expect Fang Xing to be so lazy, so he had to nod and say, "It depends on you, all of you."

Originally, Xia Yuanji wanted to give Fang Xing some benefits, but when he thought of the Northern Expedition and the rewards of the soldiers who were in the Southern Expedition immediately, plus the projects such as the Forbidden City in Beijing, he swallowed that sentence again.

It’s hard to be the housekeeper of the Ming Dynasty!

It is even more difficult to get Zhu Di, an emperor who wishes to finish all his descendants’ affairs!

When he got home, Zhang Shuhui was staring at Xiaobai taking medicine. This was because Fang Xingwei and digestive tablets were removed from the packaging.

Seeing Fang Xing in, Xiaobai looked at him pitifully, and then ate the sour and sweet pills as candy.

When Zhang Shuhui saw Fang Xing's lazy appearance, she asked: "Husband, why are the Ministry of Revenue looking for you?"

Fang Xing felt a little regretful when he remembered that he would go to the Ministry of Revenue early every day, and said, "That Xia Laoxiao asked me to teach him a few students. From tomorrow on, you will have to experience the feeling of regretting teaching your husband to find a title!"

Zhang Shuhui was shocked, "Husband, you won't go to the Ministry of Revenue to take a shift in the future, right?"

Fang Xing wanted to scare her, but in the end he smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a while to teach her. After learning the basics, we'll go home."

"I'm scared!"

Zhang Shuhui was worried that Fang Xingzhen would be recruited into the Ministry of Revenue, so as to his status as a juren, he would probably be a poor-ranked official.

"One hour a day, I can still hurry home for lunch."

Fang Xing said comfortably. If you walk from the Imperial City to Jubao Mountain, you will be able to go home quickly if you walk through Zhengyang Gate.

That night, Fang Xing was rejected by Zhang Shuhui for the second time.

"Husband, you have to go to the Ministry of Revenue to teach tomorrow morning, so you can't be in a bad mood."

Zhang Shuhui said softly.

"If I hold it in, I will lose my energy!"

The young body was full of firepower. The next morning, when Fang Xing was pushed by Zhang Shuhui, he was another energetic young man.

It was getting late, so Fang Xing quickly held a big meat bag in his mouth, waved his hand to Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai in a vague way, and then left.

Zhang Shuhui waved her hand and shouted as if she was sending her husband to the stall: "Husband, come back early!"

"I know...ahem! I know!"

Fang Xing was talking while eating buns on the horse's back and almost choked. He beat his chest and rushed out of Fangjiazhuang with a coughing blushing face.

There were not many pedestrians on the official road in the morning. Everyone went to Jubaomen. Only Fang Xing, and he turned around alone and went to Zhengyangmen.

Zhengyang Gate belongs to the imperial city. After arriving, Fang Xing took out the sign given by Xia Yuanji yesterday, and then led the horse in with the guard's vigilant gaze.

As soon as they entered Zhengyang Gate, the soldiers of the Jinwu Guard who were out of fucking were all looking at Fang Xing of the Rendan Ying Branch.

When those officials enter Zhengyang Gate, they will most likely be accompanied by servants. It is rare for those who look like Fang Xing to settle down.

When I arrived at the Ministry of Revenue and saw that the officials were busy, Fang Xing couldn't help but feel that he was too lazy and let down his great youth.

"teacher."

At this time, Yao Ping, who had been waiting for a long time, came over and took Fang to a large room on the left.

"Teacher, this room was originally a place where miscellaneous items were piled up. Yesterday, the department asked someone to clean it up for half a day."

The windows in the room were bright and the desks were neat. Ke Fang Xing looked at the more than a dozen men sitting upright and asked, "Who are these?"

"It's your student!"

Fang Xing said puzzledly: "Didn't you, Lord Xia, say that there were only a few students yesterday? Why did it increase several times overnight!"

Yao Ping said awkwardly: "Sir Shangshu later felt that teaching a few is the same as teaching a dozen, so he just..."

"Okay, one sheep is to drive, and a flock of sheep is to drive."

Fang Xing took a deep breath and walked to the podium that was probably set up by Yao Ping according to the Fang family's study room.

Yao Ping stood beside him and nodded to the people.

Huh, all fifteen people stood up and bowed neatly and shouted, "Teacher, thank you for your hard work!"

Fang Xing was shocked by the neat voice. Fortunately, he had the experience of training and going to the battlefield to get the foundation, so he just nodded, then pressed his hands and said, "Sit down, everyone."

Yao Ping pointed outside, Fang Xing nodded before he went to his office.

"Ahem!"

After a dry cough, Fang Xing first introduced himself, and then listed the Arabic numerals and Ming numerals.

"This is the basis for your study. Please record it. From now on, we will teach according to this big food number."

Seeing that everyone below was busy copying and comparing, Fang Xing looked out the door.

It was probably because Xia Yuanji had an explanation, so those who passed by this room would ease their pace and the conversation was interrupted.

The robe was swaying, and the bun was still the same, just like the quiet scene in the alley hundreds of years later.

The fallen leaves in autumn are blown down by the breeze from time to time, floating like a small boat.

This is the Ming Dynasty!

I will live here, and my descendants will be born and raised here.

After I die, I will be buried underground.

"Mathematics is a science that must be learned. It is the foundation of all learnings and the source of our continuous progress in the Ming Dynasty..."

Xia Yuanji came to see it in his spare time, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but touch his beard and nodded frequently.

No one understands the importance of mathematics, or arithmetic, than him.

"...and Dashi Numbers can simplify our recording method, and can also intuitively let us see the relevant data. The Ministry of Revenue needs it, the Ministry of Personnel needs it... The craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty need it."
Chapter completed!