When he saw Fang Jifan expose himself, Zhu Houzhao's face turned slightly red: "Why is other people's father so good?"

Fang Jifan said in surprise: "I wonder who the father you are talking about is?"

"Your father!" Zhu Houzhao glared at him again, then shook his head: "The father is getting more and more violent. He is obviously so kind to all officials, but he is becoming more and more harsh to me. I can't live my life."

Another sigh.

Fang Jifan hurriedly said, "Your Highness has another scar on his body. It's amazing. This is the mark of a true iron-blooded man."

Zhu Houzhao narrowed her eyes, still not happy.

It seems that this set is immune.

Fang Jifan sighed and observed a silence for him: "Your Highness, being beaten is a common military service. It can refine muscles and bones, and strengthen the body."

“…”

Fang Jifan suddenly laughed dryly, uh... a little embarrassed... and looked down at Zhu Houzhao's desk with dense manuscripts. Fang Jifan became suspicious. He didn't see that the crown prince would work so hard: "What is your highness doing?"

"Counting the numbers!" Zhu Houzhao suddenly grinned: "Do you know why you got beaten yesterday? It's because of counting the numbers. Isn't this the end of the year? At the end of the year, the treasury has to convert money and grain, and the Ministry of Revenue has to check the accounts. I was accompanied by my father and Master Liu yesterday. When I heard this, I thought, this is good. I am also interested in counting the numbers, so I told my father that I would ask my son to calculate. When the father heard this, he was displeased and said that I didn't read the four books well, so what should I do to learn the art of classics and calculations?"

Fang Jifan couldn't help but frown, "No, although his status in the Ming Dynasty was not high, he was always better than those who were ignorant and had not yet reached the point of being beaten."

When Zhu Houzhao said this, she couldn't help but pat her face gently and said with a depressed look: "I am confused..." She felt heartbroken: "I was actually speechless and replied to my father that there is no way to understand the principle of arithmetic in this marching war. Otherwise, how to calculate the number of thieves from the marching stove; how to calculate money and grain, and how to reasonably match the horse and infantry; I told my father that the method of general soldiers is actually the method of arithmetic, and the arrangement of troops... It is also the method of arithmetic... The result..."

This is because of low IQ. Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao seriously and muttered in his heart, "Maybe His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also suffer from brain disorder."

Well...it's possible!

In addition to Emperor Taizu Gao and Emperor Wen of this Ming Dynasty, especially after the Tumu Fort Incident, the emperor went to war and fought, which became a taboo. However, the emperor did not think about the emperor's skills, did not study the Four Books and Five Classics, and learned the principles of saints, but was full of thoughts on fighting and killing, which was even more incompetent.

This is the current trend and cannot be changed.

Zhu Houzhao gritted her teeth: "I must calculate it, and I must calculate it if I get beaten."

At the end of the year, even when accounting, there were special personnel from the Ministry of Revenue to conduct accounting. Fang Jifan curiously picked up a book and browsed it in ten lines at a glance.

It is roughly: ‘In March of the 11th year of Hongzhi, 110,000 kilograms of wires were stored, 330,000 pieces of cloth were stored, 93,423 taels of silver were stored; 540,000 stones of grain…”

These dense data made Fang Jifan's scalp numb.

The so-called taxation in the Ming Dynasty was mainly based on physical objects. Therefore, those who studied history took a look at the annual silver that was stored in the Ming Dynasty every year, which was mostly about millions of taels, which was extremely low compared to other dynasties. But in fact, the tax silver was just a small head among the small heads. What was really put into storage on a large scale were silk, tea, grain, and even porcelain, and countless materials. These all kinds of materials were important sources of wealth for the Ming Dynasty.

However, the calculation methods of cashiers and accounts in this era are really primitive and excessive. The personnel checked by the Ministry of Revenue are just adding and decreasing each account.

But think about it, a Jiangsu Prefecture has such a huge amount of calculations. What is terrible is that there will be losses in the transportation of materials. Since there is a record, there will naturally be cashiers in this process. Therefore... the Ministry of Revenue's account at the end of the year is extremely large, and such addition and subtraction algorithms may not be accurate. They need to be calculated again and again. Because the calculation amount is amazing, special personnel must go hand in hand and calculate separately, and finally, summarize them again and again.

Fang Jifan narrowed his eyes and looked at the piles of books on the desk, and couldn't help but feel numb.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes were covered with blood. I thought that he had been staying up all night in order to gamble.

Zhu Houzhao actually has a stubborn side. It can be seen from the fact that he insisted on sneaking into Datong every now and then, screaming and trying to fight the Tatars.

But... Fang Jifan's scalp was numb when he saw these dense books. Even the Ministry of Revenue had to calculate, but there were no more than a dozen people who kept checking it repeatedly. It took many days, and I was afraid that it might not be possible to get the accurate number. Why can you calculate it by your prince alone?

It's useless.

As he said that, Zhu Houzhao buried his eyes on the desk again. He couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "Where did I count just now? It's all your fault, Lao Fang, you're sharing my heart."

"I'll calculate!" Fang Jifan couldn't help but complain about this kid who cheated, but he still felt a little sorry for him. Although the two were almost the same age, Fang Jifan was a man of two lifetimes, but his psychological age was enough to be Zhu Houzhao's elder brother. Seeing Zhu Houzhao like this, Fang Jifan was calm and composed: "Come and show me one by one."

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan in surprise: "You can still count?"

"I am a god's calculator!" Fang Jifan sat down and first took out a account book.

In terms of the level of arithmetic, although Fang Jifan was a liberal arts student, he still had enough crushing advantages over the people of this era. To put it bluntly, throwing a calculus, Pythagorean theorem or calculus was enough to improve the arithmetic level of hundreds of years.

Of course... Fang Jifan didn't plan to use calculations, because even if he took out his skills to verify the calculations, it would take at least one or two days to sort out these books. So... how to get the real answer?

It's actually very simple... The amount of annual income expenditure in Hongzhi's eleventh year was already in Fang Jifan's mind.

People who study Ming history not only need to study characters, but as a scholar, simply start from characters, but this is the level of civil science. In the previous life, materialism was advocated. What was materialism? That is to deduce the social background based on the level of productivity. This is what the so-called economic foundation determines superstructure.

Therefore, when studying the Ming Dynasty, we must first understand its productivity. Where can we study it? It is naturally derived from the annual surplus of its treasury.

Therefore, a real researcher is different from ordinary enthusiasts. He often prefers characters to make his own judgments about history based on the good or bad characters. However, researchers prefer boring data. The same is Zhang Juzheng's reform. Whether it is successful or not is actually related to the vast amount of food, silk and silver in the Ming Records.

Fang Jifan still remembers these data freshly. On the one hand, he has a good memory, and on the other hand, this is his job.

But even though he knew the real data of this year's income, Fang Jifan couldn't rush to throw it out. Since he wanted to help Zhu Houzhao, then... he had to pretend to be the same.

So he began to look down at the account book, muttering something, and talking nonsense like one, three, two, three, and six, while looking like an old god.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but seem a little suspicious. Lao Fang... really knows how to calculate?

It looks quite professional.

He looked down at the boring book, and simply... handed it over to Fang Jifan.

So, Fang Jifan pretended to check the accounts one by one, while Zhu Houzhao happily poured tea and handed him water: "Lao Fang, is it cold? Do you want to add some coal?"

"Go aside."
Chapter completed!