They are all educated and well-educated aristocratic children, why can’t they recite the Nine-Nine Songs?
Because the direction of reading is different.
If Qiaoer was asked about his poems, most of the powerful disciples would answer fluently. However, arithmetic was not taken seriously in the Tang Dynasty. Except for those who were particularly interested, almost no one would learn it.
Jiujiu Ge originated in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and has been spread to this day because specialized arithmetic talents wrote books, carved them on bamboo slips, and used them among the people.
Ironically, many folk craftsmen will recite a few verses of the Nine-Nine Song when building houses and objects, because this thing can be used in production and construction. On the contrary, the children of the aristocratic class are not engaged in production, so few people know about it.
Being stumped by a question raised by a five-year-old child is simply a great shame and humiliation for these princes and powerful children.
Moreover, they have all heard of the question raised by this five-year-old child. Although "Nine-Nine Songs" is not widely circulated among scholars, they have heard the name after all, and they probably understand the meaning. Even a few of them have heard of it. I can also recite a few sentences.
But Qiao'er said that if they were asked to recite it completely, this... would be difficult.
From the perspective of aristocratic children, arithmetic is extremely useless. No one learns useless things, so no one can memorize the Jiujiu song, the simplest and most basic arithmetic.
Qiao'er actually didn't want to embarrass them. He just wanted to show his authority and let the children in Zhuangzi see the demeanor of the young gentleman and how he conducted academic exchanges with the children of the powerful.
Especially when communicating, he is neither humble nor arrogant. Do you love this little gentleman?
It's just that the young teachers didn't expect that they couldn't recite even the most basic Jiujiu song.
I have to say that from arithmetic theory alone, these princes and powerful children are really not as good as Qiao'er.
Li Qinzai had already started training Qiao'er to memorize the Jiujiu Ge. After a few days, Qiao'er had memorized the Jiujiu Ge very well and understood it very well, so Qiao'er had the confidence to raise this question today.
Seeing all the powerful disciples looking at each other with ugly expressions, Qiao'er opened her eyes wide and said, "No way? No way? Is there anyone who can't even memorize the Nine-Nine Songs?"
The prince who loved to play devil's advocate took a step forward, clenched his fists and said angrily: "Little guy, don't go too far!"
The leading prince hurriedly grabbed him, his face became serious, and he whispered: "The emperor's brother must not be reckless. He is Li Qinzai's son. What did the emperor tell us when he came?"
The prince who wanted to take action suppressed his anger.
Qiao'er stood calmly in front of them, while a group of children in the village behind him cheered.
After all, Qiao'er was more mature, so she didn't smile or ridicule, but the smug look on her little face was still hard to hide.
The guests were livid and speechless, while the children in the village clapped and cheered the demons dancing wildly. This scene was like catching the red boy of Tang Monk, waiting for the monkey to jump out and burn him with the real fire of three flavors.
The leading prince knelt down and said with a smile: "We used to read classics and history, and it is true that we have never memorized the Nine-Nine Songs. Can you memorize it?"
Qiao'er said proudly: "Of course I can memorize it."
Then, before the prince could speak, Qiao'er put her hands behind her back and recited each word.
"One and one are like one, one and two are like two, two and two are like four..."
By the time he memorized it, it turned out to be exactly the same. Qiaoer stood up with his chest raised and looked proud that he had mastered the truth of the world.
The prince smiled bitterly and turned to look at the powerful disciples behind him.
Everyone looked stunned.
Qiao'er blinked: "You can't even memorize Jiujiu Ge. If my father gives me a question, I'm afraid you won't be able to memorize it, right?"
"Is it difficult for your father to ask the question?"
Qiao'er's little face wrinkled: "It's very difficult, I can't even understand it. It talks about a chicken and a rabbit in the same cage, and about driving at a constant speed. It also says that in the future you will learn about gravity and calculus... Have you heard of all these?"
Everyone became more and more shy and speechless. A few words from a five-year-old child shattered their arrogance.
Not only have they never heard of the questions Qiao'er mentioned, but with their IQs, they are simply not qualified to listen to the questions.
At this time, everyone also understood why the emperor wanted to select a group of people from the princes and many powerful disciples to study with Li Qinzai, and repeatedly told everyone to be disciples of Li Qinzai, to be respectful in words and cautious in actions.
Why? Because of the knowledge Li Qinzai mastered.
No one knew how advanced this knowledge was, so they still looked arrogant when they entered the village.
No one wants to leave the prosperous Chang'an and come to this remote and barren country, but the emperor has an edict and everyone has to follow it.
Until this moment, a five-year-old child stopped them at the entrance of the village, and then asked them the simplest questions. Not only that, this child also came out with a lot of knowledge that they could not understand.
These incomprehensible knowledge still made them feel frustrated and greatly shocked. The arrogant aura they had when they entered the village disappeared unconsciously.
Princes and the children of powerful people are all well-educated people. They can look down on people, but they are not allowed to look down on learning.
The leader of the prince bowed his head to Qiao'er and said solemnly: "Li Sujie apologized to the young man. Can I break my promise for what happened just now? We really want to visit your father at this moment."
Everyone behind him also bowed his head, and the naysaying prince snorted and bowed unwillingly.
With so many people saluting, Qiao'er suddenly felt like a young gentleman again, and her little face became serious.
"It's very difficult for me to handle you like this..." Qiao'er held her air, her appearance was very similar to Li Qinzai's originally, but now her expression and demeanor were as if they were printed from the same mold as Li Qinzai, only a few sizes smaller.
"I'm asking for an introduction. Let's... well, can we give you money? A lot of money." Li Sujie took out an exquisite money bag from her arms and stuffed two small pieces of silver into Qiao'er's hands.
Qiao'er is still young and has no idea about money, but she also knows that it is a good thing.
Decisively putting the money into his arms, Qiao'er turned around and ran away. Looking at Li Sujie and others from a distance, he said innocently: "Are you stupid? I'm just a child, how can I stop you from seeing my father?
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Li Sujie and others were shocked when they heard this. When they thought about it carefully, it was really like this. We came with the order and had to see Li Qinzai, and Li Qinzai did not dare not to see them.
So, the person who just begged for mercy and gave money was blocked by a five-year-old child at the entrance of the village and almost returned to Chang'an. Why?
Qiao'er giggled from afar, and everyone gritted their teeth.
"This little bastard really has the same charm as his father back in the day..." A son of a powerful man said angrily. Everyone knew about Li Qinzai's reputation, but they didn't expect that such a young son was also a bastard.
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Entering the village and following the road, they found the most luxurious courtyard in the village. Li Sujie and others dismounted in front of the courtyard and handed over invitations to see Li Qinzai.
Li Qinzai is making mud balls in the backyard garden. Yes, he is so childlike.
Niwan is made for buckwheat children. Children are still young. They cannot just study, but also have fun. Otherwise, when they grow up, when they look back on their childhood, they are all books and knowledge. Such memories are not enough to support adults through difficult times.
downside.
The clay balls are rolled into several small balls. After rolling, the balls are not enough. The small balls are sent to the pottery kiln to be fired. After being made into pottery balls and polished, they become a new toy.
Dig a few holes in the ground and experience the joy of playing marbles as a child?
After rolling hundreds of clay balls, Li Qinzai stood up and beat his waist. At this time, Manager Song hurriedly came over to tell Fifth Young Master that there were guests outside asking to see him.
Li Qinzai's reaction was the same as Qiao'er's. The first feeling that came to his mind was rejection and boredom.
Neither father nor son are hospitable people.
"Who is it again? Did my family open an inn? All the cats and dogs running from north to south ran to my house and disappeared!" Li Qinzai said impatiently.
Manager Song said in embarrassment: "I can't help but be afraid of the fifth young master. They said they were following the emperor's order, and the leader seems to be a prince..."
Li Qinzai was shocked. According to the order, the prince...
Thinking of what Li Zhi told him on the day he left that he would have guests coming in a few days and asked him to worry more.
Li Qinzai understood something immediately.
What the hell, the cow is forced to have its head pressed without drinking water.
He didn't want to go to the Imperial College to teach, so Li Zhi asked the students to find them themselves? Does an emperor still have any dignity?
"Manager Song, go out and tell them that Li Qinzai died suddenly last night. His body is still fresh and steaming. The house is preparing for a funeral. Go ahead and look sad when you speak. It's best to squeeze in a few tears..."
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Manager Song looked ugly and said: "Fifth Young Master,... stop making trouble!"