The maid in red saw Ye Xingyuan's serious expression and concentration, and thought he had some secret method. She couldn't help but come forward to watch it, but when she saw the circles of fork symbols on the paper, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

What kind of messy ghost painting talisman is this? The maid in red thought, no wonder the lady said that even if these Central Plains literati don’t know anything else, they are all experts in showing off.

She also saw the lady personally try the algorithm of this question, fiddling with the calculations, repeatedly superimposing the calculations, and using the principles of heaven to calculate the various changes, which led to a shocking number. Just by drawing a piece of paper by the scholar, how could it be calculated?

The maid in red looked away. She was mainly concerned about several arithmetic masters in the Hanjiang Mansion. They represented the highest level of mathematics in the mansion. This allowed us to see how the math in the Central Plains developed.

Among them, the two accountants invited by Mr. Zhang have exquisite abacus and are among the people who are concerned about Miss Ding. However, the speed of these two people fiddling with the abacus beads has also decreased.

So far, they have only solved a little bit, but the calculation order at this time has far exceeded the scope of daily calculations, and the data that needs to be processed is extremely complicated. They still have to carefully verify and remember, so as not to fail if they make a mistake.

After seeing the changes in their abacus, the maid in red knew that the progress was only one-fifth at most. Even if it was smooth sailing, there were no mistakes in the middle. When they calculated the final result, it would be at least before dusk. Is this the math level of Hanjiang Prefecture?

The rest of the people performed worse. In fact, at least half of them didn't know how to get started. They were just embarrassed to give up and calculate randomly. In this way, the maid in red nodded secretly. It seemed that as the lady expected, 70% or 80% of the people could be eliminated in this first level, so as not to disturb the next two levels.

After walking around, the maid in red flew away and reported the progress to Ding Huakui. At this time, Ye Xingyuan was still sitting on the ground as steady as Mount Tai, focusing on it. Things outside him could no longer affect him.

If so, this complicated operation is a great test of brain power. Ye Xingyuan couldn't stand it at all. He had to use calculation tools or cooperation with multiple people to complete it. However, Ye Xingyuan now has a great body and abundant spiritual power. He was still refreshed and did not feel confused after the morning. He had to sigh again that the magical power of destiny is really the most important reliance of scholars.

The elimination of the element has been almost completed, and the next step is to substitute it. When the uncertain equation is achieved here, the results will be almost two or three times. Because this question is extremely order of magnitude, the calculation process of substituting it will take more time.

Ye Xingyuan suddenly felt hungry in his stomach. He raised his head and saw the sun was burning outside the cabin. It was already noon. He put down the charcoal pen and smiled at his friend, "Do you have to have a meal first?"

The food was served on the boat, but most of the others were not in the mood to eat and were still calculating. Lu Wei was very happy and said, "Cousin, have you calculated?"

Lu Wei didn't know how to calculate, but he could see other people's expressions. Ye Xingyuan could still laugh, which naturally means he was confident. Lu Wei secretly looked at Mr. Zhang again, and saw that he was still buried in his two accountants to help, and was busy, not as calm as Ye Xingyuan.

Ye Xingyuan replied: "I haven't finished it yet, but I already have a clue. It will be almost done if I count it for another half an hour. The world is the biggest meal. Please take this for me first."

He handed Lu Wei a thick stack of draft papers, and several of the key data were copied repeatedly so as not to read it wrong later. Lu Wei looked down at the symbols on the calculation draft, but he still had his eyes as if he was blind and it was useless.

Several people next to him were very disdainful when they heard Ye Xingyuan's bold words. Mr. Zhang stood up from his two companions and shook his head and said in contempt: "What's the use of blowing a snail? You'll see the real chapter in a while!"

Mr. Zhang only looked at the calculations of the two major accounts and knew that this question was extremely difficult. He could not get the answer by calculating it forever. His family was well-off, and his father hired a wise teacher to enlighten the math, which was considered serious. However, the poor student in a remote mountain village, Ye Xingyuan, had no conditions to learn arithmetic. It would be strange if he could calculate it today.

Ye Xingyuan turned a deaf ear and just pretended that he didn't hear anything. He ordered food at the stern of the boat. He had a full meal with Lu Wei and Ouyang Ziyu, and then he closed his eyes and took a break for a while. Then he started the afternoon calculation task with energy. As he expected, about half an hour later, he finally figured out the answer.

Ye Xingyuan checked the calculation again, and there was no mistake. Moreover, under the premise of using spiritual power, the possibility of careless and careless calculation errors was extremely small.

After that, he took a piece of white paper, copied the answer with someone else's pen on his back, folded it in half, and wrote his hometown and name on the outside, preparing to hand it over. As for the answers to the Arabic numerals on the draft paper, he didn't need to hide it specifically. Anyway, no one except him could understand it, so Lu Wei still asked him to hold it.

Ye Xingyuan sent the answer to the elderly deacon guarding the cabin, "Old sir, the student has finished his calculations, and I will deliver the answer."

The old deacon was dozing off. When he heard someone handing in the paper, he opened his eyes impatiently and looked at the sky again. He took it and wrote down his name. He opened the paper seal with scattered hands. He couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw the answer!

Before this, many people handed in the paper, but most of them were just guessing and trying their luck. The old deacon knew that the mistake was a thousand miles away when he saw the numbers. According to the lady, the person who could get the results before the sun was dusk was already called arithmetic talent and needed to pay more attention. How could someone get the correct answer in just half a day?

But what Ye Xingyuan wrote was a big number of tens of millions, which matched the answer in the old deacon's mind, and it was not bad at all. How could the old deacon not be shocked?

Suddenly, Mr. Zhang's sarcastic voice sounded, "Ye Xingyuan, you can't do it, so you have to learn from others' random things. Hand in the paper and try your luck? I can tell you quietly that there are tens of millions of answers, and you can't guess randomly!"

The two high-quality accountants have struggled to this day. Although there is no answer yet, the order of magnitude can be determined at least. The answer must be more than tens of millions. I don’t know where so many cattle came from in Heaven. Mr. Zhang felt that the progress was the fastest. Just as he was looking around proudly, he saw Ye Xingyuan handing in the paper. He was shocked at first, but he quickly sneered at it.

I have calculated these two major accounts for so long. Is it possible that you are a country boy? Is there any other meticulous calculations that can't be able to learn? You must be unable to pretend and can only leave the market in a pretentious manner.

"In fact, everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. If you don't know, you can leave openly, but you just make up numbers and hand them over. It's really a sign of excellence, and it's not in line with the way of a gentleman." Mr. Zhang proudly shook the folding fan and mocked him a few words.

Then he remembered that he had to reveal Ye Xingyuan's identity, and said, "A genius of nine poems in the palace can do not know how to arithmetic."

The nine frontier poems are too shocking, and Ye Xingyuan's reputation is still a bit influential in the city. So although everyone is busy calculating the topics now, many people look up and curiously look at this half-descending genius of poetry.

In such a dull and difficult atmosphere, most of the scholars who could stay until the afternoon had some attainments in arithmetic or were really good at asking for companions. They originally regarded Ye Xingyuan, who was famous for his poetry, as a powerful competitor. When they saw their competitor return home in a defeat, they felt a little gloating.

The old deacon held Ye Xingyuan's answer, laughing and crying. He stretched out his hand and asked Ye Xingyuan to go out, saying, "Young Master Ye answered this question correctly, and he is the first place again. You can go out of the cabin to drink tea. My lady has a little intention to serve it."

Mr. Zhang saw the gesture of the old deacon asking Ye Xingyuan, and couldn't help laughing. Just as he was about to sarcastically, he suddenly heard what the old deacon said and was stunned.

Is the answer right? How is this possible? My two friends should do their best to calculate, but now they are only half of them. Ye Xingyuan, one by one, can he calculate the correct answer so quickly?

After being stunned, Mr. Zhang suddenly reached out to grab the draft from Lu Wei's hand. Lu Wei did not dare to fight with him, so he subconsciously let go of his hand. A stack of paper was pulled apart by Mr. Zhang, and fell all over the ground like a scattered flower in the sky.

Mr. Zhang snatched a page and was stunned after looking closely. There were all curved ghost painting talismans on it, and he didn't recognize any of them, so he couldn't tell what Ye Xingyuan was writing.

The old deacon's face darkened and stepped forward to take the draft from Mr. Zhang. "The first level of calculation is still in progress. If you declare to withdraw, you can ask Mr. Ye for answers. You can't make mistakes at this time, otherwise you will be expelled from here by cheating!"

This is also considered that he recognized Mr. Zhang as the prefect's biological son, and he always had to give him some thin face. Otherwise, if he robbed others to calculate the manuscript, he could take a peek as a fraud and just drive him out.

Ye Xingyuan looked at Mr. Zhang making a fool of himself. When did he wait for him to pretend not to pretend? He originally planned to use high-level elementary school skills such as "nine-nine multiplication table" and "four-point operations" to show off. However, he expected that the plan could not keep up with the changes. He finally waited until this time to have the opportunity to pretend.

So he said in a light tone: "You are smart. Do you want to pretend to be indignant and peek at the answers on my manuscript? Unfortunately, my calculation is taught by heaven, and it contains the ultimate principles of heaven. It is different from all the algorithms in the mortal world. Even if you leave this calculation for you to read carefully, you will be useless!"

The Heavenly Teaching Method? The ultimate principle of heavenly way? Hearing this, the souls of the people in the cabin were immediately shaken by the heart. They always felt that the heavenly way was unfair, and perhaps some inner demons would arise.

Mr. Zhang was so angry that he was smoking from his orifices, but he couldn't do it. He knew that if he continued to make trouble, he would be expelled from the Celebrity Conference. There were two levels to come, and when he was still retrieving the scene, he could only hold back this breath for the time being.

After making up his mind, Mr. Zhang swallowed his anger and retreated to the two companions, and felt ruthless in his heart, and hurriedly urged them to calculate as soon as possible.

Ye Xingyuan stalked out of the cabin door. Ouyang Ziyu followed closely behind and felt honored. Lu Wei picked up the draft randomly and followed him diligently.

In the cabin, there was a gloomy feeling. On the poem, Ye Xingyuan himself was a legendary figure like a miracle, and everyone was unsure of being able to surpass Ye Xingyuan.
Chapter completed!