Chapter 845 The joke of throwing him to the Imperial College is simply
Chapter 845 The joke about throwing him to the Imperial College is simply a prophecy from God (please subscribe and vote)
General Xin Mao also realized it when he looked at the expressions of the people in front of him.
Both His Majesty and the three scientific leaders regarded themselves as shameless bastards.
"Your Majesty, I know that you think my words are too exaggerated. In fact, that day, I and several colleagues thought the same way when they first heard Mrs. Cheng's words."
"However, Cheng Taichang only used a few simple and interesting experiments to let me understand.
Cheng Taichang's ability is not exaggerated in the slightest, he is even being modest."
Hearing this, Cui Shanwei, the minister of Dali Temple, was very happy.
"It's a small experiment. I wonder if Xin Qiju knows how he does it. Why don't you give it a try and let us feast our eyes on it?"
"Xin Qing, what do you think?" Li Shimin looked towards General Xin Mao with a smile.
"I ask for your Majesty's permission." Xin Mao, General Su Rong, saluted Li Shimin.
Soon, the eunuch brought a porcelain bottle filled with water, a few small wooden sticks thicker than chopstick heads and thinner, and a thin hemp rope.
Then Xin Mao recalled Cheng Taichang's behavior that day and said to the three famous scientific tycoons of the Tang Dynasty.
"I dare to ask you three, if you have any way to use these small wooden sticks and this hemp rope.
Hang this porcelain bottle filled with water in this position on the table."
Everyone's eyes fell on the position pointed by General Xin Mao's hand. It was a very smooth and flat edge of the table.
Look at the few thin wooden sticks in his hand that will break if lightly broken, and then look at the porcelain water bottle that weighs several kilograms.
Li Chunfeng and the other three looked at each other and shook their heads slowly. Even Li Shimin's expression became serious.
Zhao Kun looked at it for a long time and finally shook his head with regret.
It seems that my IQ is about the same as that of these ministers who are good at calendar and arithmetic, so there is nothing I can do about it.
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Then I saw Xin Maojiang first put a heavy object on one end of the small wooden stick, letting it hang out half of the table, and then put the string on it.
Then he used two short sticks and the extended short stick to hold the string against the triangle shape, and waited until he slowly removed the thing holding the water porcelain bottle.
After removing the weight with the short stick on it, a scene that stunned everyone appeared in front of them.
Seeing everyone's stunned look, Xin Maojiang suppressed his desire to feel proud and his expression was very calm and authentic.
"This is a small experiment that Cheng Taichang did at that time. It is said that this small experiment can let people know some basic applications of physical mechanics..."
Li Shimin's expression became extremely stiff as he watched Xin Maojiang point to the tea cup and explain the process of wind formation.
I also tell everyone that the making of gourd and soap, as well as the burning process, are all chemical reactions, and they can be explained clearly.
And the source of all this comes from Cheng Sanlang's unusual brain.
Finally, Xin Maojiang saluted Li Shimin with a still unfinished expression on his face.
"If I hadn't already entered the imperial court and served His Majesty, I would have wished I could have worshiped under Cheng Taichang's gate.
It is indeed a blessing for you to be a disciple of Cheng Taichang and know the principles of everything in this world."
Li Chunfeng stared blankly at General Xin Mao, muttering incessantly.
"He actually studied arithmetic to such a profound level, and also dabbled in positive and negative numbers..."
Fu Renjun blinked rapidly and sighed with a complicated expression.
“The method of summation is called addition, the method of subtraction is called subtraction, the method of multiplication is called multiplication, and the method of division is called division.
It is called addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, which is more conducive for beginners to master arithmetic..."
Cui Shanwei also nodded, stroking his long beard with deep approval.
"In the order of difficulty first and then ease, the Nine-Nine Song Jue starts from one and ends with Nine-Nine and Eighty-One. This method is also very suitable for beginners."
Having said this, Li Shimin couldn't help but think of the joke he made about Cheng Sanlang before.
This kid should not stay in Taichang Temple, but should be thrown to the Imperial College. Now it seems that this joke is simply a prophecy from Te Niang.
Speaking of which, the private school he built, the couplets he hung to encourage students to study, plus this kid's abilities.
Although Li Shimin didn't say anything more, he praised General Xin Mao a few words, chatted with the three ministers for a while, and finally ended the meeting.
After everyone left, Li Shimin squatted in front of the water bottle and gently pulled out one of the small wooden sticks with his fingers.
The moment the balance was broken, the bottle immediately fell downwards, but was caught by Li Shimin.
Li Shimin picked up one of the sticks, and with a slight exertion, the stick immediately broke into two pieces.
"Let them bring another small stick like this."
Li Shimin gave the order without raising his head, and in a short time Zhao Kun handed a similar small wooden stick into Li Shimin's hand.
After Li Shimin followed General Xin Mao's technique just now, the porcelain bottle filled with water was hanging in the air and swinging leisurely.
However, Li Shimin's frown never relaxed, while Zhao Kun stood aside honestly.
In my heart, I was extremely speechless for Cheng Sanlang, who was always making trouble, but his talent refreshed everyone's outlook time and time again.
After Li Shimin pondered for a long time with a complicated expression, he raised his head and gave instructions.
"Zhao Kun, hurry up and tell Ke'er to come to the palace to see me. Send someone out now."
Li Ke, who had just accompanied Cheng Sanlang to find a famous art teacher, hummed a tune triumphantly, rode his horse, and headed towards the mansion.
On the way, I was thinking about whether I should go now or go to Goulan Pavilion after dinner.
Just when he was trying to think of a balance, he heard a greeting from behind him.
Turning around, he saw the guards beside his father approaching at a gallop.
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Father's bodyguard still didn't know anything about it, so he just jumped to find the unscrupulous artist.
Li Ke, who was thinking about going to the unorthodox Goulan Pavilion to have fun, was in a panic.
But what can I do if my father is in trouble? I can only bite the bullet and go straight to the palace.
He walked respectfully into the back of the Manna Palace and bowed respectfully to his father. "Father, my son, please give your regards to your father."
Just lowering his head, he saw the porcelain bottle hanging in the air, and suddenly realized something.
Li Shimin stroked his long beard, looked at this good son of Yingguo, and asked with a smile.
"Okay, sit down, what have you been busy with today?"
"My child, my child didn't do anything. He was just busy with Brother Chu Bi's university since it was about to start."
"Huh? Why do you have so much free time to follow him around?" Li Shimin couldn't help but look at Li Ke suspiciously.