Zhao Kuo didn't care. After all, these people in Lejian were generals leading troops in battles, not teachers. It was normal for them not to teach students.
Some people are not very good themselves, but the disciples they teach are very good. Some people are very good, but the disciples they teach are not very good. This is normal.
Teaching level cannot be measured by personal strength.
"Go and invite all the generals, Lord Du Wu and General Pang Nuan to the palace, and ask them to bring the military books they have written." Zhao Kuo said to the guards outside the car.
Le Jian was silent. He had already expected what Zhao Kuo wanted to do, but unfortunately he could not inform his father in advance, so he could only mourn for him silently.
"What did you learn in the academy today?" Zhao Kuo picked up Bin, put him on his lap, and asked softly.
While Zhao Kuo and Lejian were talking, Bin stayed quietly beside him, listening to their conversation without making any noise.
"Father, the child has learned the nine-nine table, nine-nine eighty-one, eight-nine seventy-two, seven-nine sixty-three... two halves make one. The child is the first one in the class to learn it. The teacher also praised the child. It's over." Bin said proudly with a small face raised, his two little feet dangling in the air, very proud of himself.
China had the multiplication table as early as the Shang and Zhou dynasties. By the Spring and Autumn Period, it was very complete and used in calculations. However, it was different from the later multiplication table. The table in the Warring States Period was inverted. It started on the 1st of the 99th and ended on the 1st of the 2nd.
"That's right. Then my father will test you, what is sixty-nine?" Zhao Kuo nodded happily.
"Hmm... um... let me recite it again, nine-nine-eighty-one, eight-nine-seventy-two, seven-nine-sixty-three... two halves make one, does your father know?" Bin said loudly.
"My father knows ninety-nine and eighty-one, but now I want to ask you what is six times nine?" Zhao Kuo said patiently.
"Hmm... um... let me recite it again, ninety-nine eighty-one, eighty-nine seventy-two... two halves make one, does your father know?"
"What is six times nine?" Zhao Kuo suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Hmm... um... let me recite it again, ninety-nine and eighty-one... does your father know?"
"Father, I know." Zhao Kuo raised his forehead.
Lejian and Liu Ping turned their heads and looked away, their bodies twitching continuously.
"You've learned well. Go back and recite it to your eldest mother." Zhao Kuo rubbed Bin's little head.
"My child knows, I will definitely recite it to my eldest mother when I get back." Bin said loudly.
Not long after Zhao Kuo returned to the palace, Le Yi, Lian Po, and Pang Nuan rushed over, as well as Wei Wuji and Tian Dan.
"How is your military writing going?" Zhao Kuo asked with a smile.
Just as Le Yi was about to stand up and answer, Le Jian, who was sitting nearby, kept winking at his father, pouting his lips and shaking his head slightly. Seeing this, Le Yi decided to remain calm.
Seeing that Le Yi didn't respond, Tian Dan also lowered his eyes, pretending to be about to fall asleep.
"Your Majesty, I have just started writing." Lian Po stood up and said loudly.
"Bring it to me and see." Zhao Kuo said.
"No." Lian Po took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, handed it to the guard next to him, and gave it to Zhao Kuo.
Zhao Kuo opened it and frowned suddenly, as expected!
They are all written in classical Chinese, which cannot be understood by ordinary soldiers or even slightly inferior scribes.
"Mr. Du Wu, do you think students can understand the art of war you wrote?" Zhao Kuo asked in a deep voice, holding the military book in one hand.
"Of course I don't understand." Lian Po said matter-of-factly, raising his face.
If even an ordinary soldier can understand it, how can he reflect his level?
In order to write this military book, he specially asked more than a dozen staff to study it day and night before writing a few hundred words. It was difficult for ordinary soldiers to understand it, let alone him.
"Since you can't understand it, what's the use of this military book?" Zhao Kuo clenched his hands into fists and asked in a cold voice.
Zhao Kuo has finally convinced this group of people. Do you know how much effort future generations have to put into studying the ambiguous books you left behind?
Do you know that your casual words now will be able to support a doctor, two masters and countless public accounts more than two thousand years later?
Do you know that future generations have been quarreling for more than two thousand years because of your words?
Do you know that there are countless versions of just one copy of "Spring and Autumn"?
"In the past, people could only carve words on bamboo slips, which was tiring, troublesome, and easy to make mistakes. They could carve as little as possible, so they condensed a few words or even a sentence into one word. Now it is very convenient to write on paper.
Why do you still want to learn from the ancients? To show off your own skills?"
Zhao Kuo's words were like thunder breaking through the darkness and struck Lian Po's heart. Lian Po was stunned for a moment and stayed where he was. After a few breaths, he suddenly came to his senses and solemnly raised his hands and said, "I understand. Thank you, Your Majesty."
Advice.”
Le Yi, Tian Dan, Wei Wuji, and Pang Nuan silently put their hands into their sleeves, their inner energy gushing out, and the 'Book of War' in their sleeves quietly turned into dust.
"Where are your military books?" Zhao Kuo looked at the four of them.
"Your Majesty, I have been training my troops these days, and I haven't had time to write a military book yet." Le Yi said without changing his expression.
Lian Po looked at Le Yi in astonishment. Didn't we discuss it together two days ago? You also showed me the military book you wrote.
"I didn't come to write it either." The remaining people said one after another.
"I suggest that you take the battles you have participated in or are familiar with as examples, incorporate the art of war into it, and write it into a military book. It can be one battle, or multiple battles put together. Of course, you can have better ideas.
I have only one requirement: it must be simple and easy to understand. Do you understand?" Zhao Kuo emphasized again.
"I understand." Several people clasped their fists and said.
"Okay, you go back." Zhao Kuo waved helplessly and said, even a famous general made him worried.
"I'll take your leave." Several people bowed.
After sending Le Yi and others away, Zhao Kuo got up and walked towards the harem.
As soon as he arrived at the harem, after walking a few steps, Zhao Kuo heard the cry of children not far away and quickly quickened his pace.
"What's going on?" Zhao Kuo asked in a deep voice.
"Your Majesty, it's Young Master Bin who is crying," the palace maid said.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo onga on on the couch.
He threw himself into Zhao Kuo's arms and said, "Father, wuwu...wuwu..."
"Why are you crying? Who hit you? Tell your father that he will avenge you." Zhao Kuo picked up Bin and said in a deep voice.
"It was my mother who beat me, wuwu..." Bin cried.
"Why did I hit you?"
"I don't know, I...wuwu...I recited the ninety-nine form and got beaten...wuwu..."
"A true man, if he bleeds but doesn't shed tears, he's just been beaten a few times. His skin was not hurt, so stop crying."