So Feng Yong asked her to come to the school to teach two mathematics classes every day.

The literate gentleman Feng Yongque had done business with the He family, and the He family sent him some unscrupulous literati.

The so-called unscrupulous literati means that as long as you give them money and food, they will teach you whatever you want them to do - you can even ask them to brainwash students and say that Feng Tibi is a god who comes to earth.

When Liu Bei entered Shu, not everyone supported it, there were always some who opposed it.

Later history proved that Liu Bei was the winner. If those opponents were famous and talented, it would be easier to talk about them, and they would be appeased if they spoke less.

Even people from aristocratic families have nothing to do. The most they can do is close the door and enjoy themselves.

The worst thing was the small landowners or the "unappreciated" literati who followed behind and cheered. They wanted to get some soup to drink, but they didn't expect that the owner of the pot had changed, so in the end they had to find a place to hide.

As long as the big man is still here, it is impossible for these people to get ahead.

The He family was a wealthy family after all, so for the sake of fame, they took in some of them.

Later, He Wang made a py transaction with a certain country turtle. After knowing the needs of the country turtle, he packaged these people and sent them over.

There is no way to the sky and no way to the earth. If anyone still wants to be moral, Feng Tubiao dares to let him pick up soap. Of course, there is no soap at this time, but there are many things that can be picked up, right?

So for the current number of students, there are enough teachers to teach literacy, but there is a shortage of people to teach mathematics.

In addition to Amei, Feng Yong himself often comes to teach mathematics himself. In fact, he is also the principal of this school.

"What is that female gentleman teaching?"

Unable to understand the characters on the blackboard, Jiang Wan asked shamelessly and kept his voice as low as possible.

"Arithmetic."

Feng Yong replied.

In Feng Tubian's view, it is not enough to be literate. You must at least learn basic mathematics to be a qualified labor force.

Otherwise, just look at the looms in textile workshops today and you will know that each one looks similar, but in fact each one has different dimensions.

As long as one part inside is broken, the loom must be completely dismantled, the dimensions of the parts inside must be re-measured, and then a new part must be polished and installed.

Without unified standards for numbers and units, how can a parts standardization system be established?

Although ancient Chinese civilization was very advanced, others also had their strengths.

For example, the Arabic numerals produced by body poisoning, how can such a good thing be abandoned? Give it to me and let the unfilial descendants in the future have another achievement that they can be proud of.

Therefore, Arabic numerals became Feng Tubao's invention, or something from his school.

Because this kind of number is currently only circulated in textile workshops, it is normal that Jiang Wan cannot understand the numbers on the blackboard.

At this moment, the school bell rang "dang dang dang" several times, and Amei said something in the classroom. Then the students stood upright one after another, bowed and bent down, and shouted together, "Thank you, Mr.

."

After getting Amei's permission, the students poured out from the front and back doors with a roar.

When they saw the mountain chief standing outside, they all consciously bowed their heads and saluted before running away.

The look in Jiang Wan's eyes became more solemn. He grabbed a child and asked, "A rope is folded three times and is two feet long. How long is this rope?"

The student was a little panicked and just stared at the old man, speechless.

"Don't be afraid, think carefully and you will be able to answer."

When Amei went out and saw her student's frightened face, she softly comforted him.

So the student started to count with his fingers, and after calculating for a while, he stammered, "Eight...ah, no, it's six feet."

Jiang Wan nodded and let go of his hand.

The student glanced at Feng Yong, who nodded and indicated that he could leave, and then he ran away quickly.

"I have met my lord."

Amei bowed to Feng Yong.

"No need to be polite, this is Angel Jiang from Jincheng."

"My maid has seen an angel."

Amei quickly curtsied and saluted.

"Servant?"

Jiang Wan's eyes widened and he looked at Feng Yong in horror, "Is she a maid?"

"Oh, she is my maid. I also teach her some things on weekdays. She is quite talented, so I asked her to teach arithmetic as well."

Seeing Feng Tubiao's nonchalant expression, Jiang Wan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Although he was very well-educated, he almost couldn't help but curse.

A servant girl can learn arithmetic and not just talk, but she can also be an arithmetic teacher. Why don't you take it seriously?

What to pretend?

"Today, there are people buying things together. Each person contributes eight yuan, and there is a surplus of three yuan. Each person contributes seven yuan, and there is less than four yuan. If we ask the number of people, what is the price of the goods? Do you know how to explain it?"

Jiang Wan looked at Amei and suddenly asked.

This is a very simple linear equation problem in two variables, which can be regarded as the top mathematics problem in the world today.

It's a pity that he met Amei, a rare genius.

Amelia thought for a moment and then replied, "Seven people, fifty-three dollars."

At this time, Feng Tubiao was still calculating silently in his mind, but without warning, Jiang Wan suddenly turned around, held his hand tightly, and stared at him, "Is she really your maid?"
Chapter completed!