Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Shen Wuming did not want to be too high-profile.

First, he was the son-in-law of the Shouting Marquis's Mansion, but the Shouting Marquis's Mansion could not rank in front of these giants.

Even Ma Taishou dared to covet the Shouting Marquis's Mansion, and at this time... Ma Taishou was not even qualified to speak next to Pei Mao.

Secondly, he was not a member of the Mohist School, and he offended people by slapping Xie Rusu in the face in front of the Mohist gathering.

Facing Cao Zhuyu's sparkling eyes, Shen Wuming subconsciously turned his head away and turned a blind eye.

But Song Nanzhu pulled his sleeves and looked at him expectantly.

"You took her money..." Song Nanzhu whispered.

Shen Wuming had no choice but to take money from others and help them get rid of disasters. At this moment, he could only push through the crowd and walk forward.

"I think, for such a small problem, there is no need to trouble Lord Cao."

Shen Wuming smiled contemptuously.

Song Nanzhu was also looking forward to it. She clenched her fists. She had vaguely realized what was going to happen next.

Cao Zhuyu was also relieved and smiled sweetly at Shen Wuming.

"Big brother..."

The little girl who had just discussed food with Shen Wuming was now sitting next to Pei Mao in a proper manner.

Seeing Shen Wuming, she also stood up quickly.

Pei Mao looked at her in surprise.

His granddaughter Pei Zian seemed to be not interested in anything except food. This man...

"Who are you?" Xie Rusu was a little unhappy when she saw that her disruption was interrupted.

Shen Wuming grinned, "My name is Shen Wuming, I am just an unknown person."

"But recently I have been learning the Mohist art from Lord Cao."

"Speaking of which, Lord Cao is also half my master!"

"This level of arithmetic is not worth Lord Cao's personal effort. I can do it."

No matter how many giants there are in the Mohist gathering, it is essentially a communication between Mohist disciples.

Xie Rusu can challenge Cao Zhuyu, which is within the rules.

Shen Wuming accepted the challenge as a half-disciple, which is also within the rules.

But the eyes of everyone looking at Shen Wuming were full of ridicule.

If it was any other problem, Shen Wuming would have no problem taking action, but the problem of dividing the cow is one of the most classic problems of Mohism.

Who is Shen Wuming?

"This guy is a bit arrogant." An old man next to Pei Mao said.

Pei Mao was thoughtful, thinking of what Cao Zhuyu had just said to him, and smiled mysteriously.

"Let's see, young people should be more or less sharp!"

After Shen Wuming answered, he did not intend to continue to bicker with Xie Rusu, but picked up paper and pen.

"This problem is actually very simple, we can have two solutions."

As soon as this was said, everyone was shocked. The problem of dividing the cow has always been unsolved, and this young man said there are two solutions?

Bullshit, right?

This is simply unbelievable.

If it were another place, most of these people would open their mouths and scold him, but this is a gathering of Mohists.

Most of the people present are also disciples of Mohists.

Mohists are full of awe for academic research, let alone anything else.

So when they heard Shen Wuming showing off, most of them sneered, but their eyes were filled with exploratory thoughts.

"The first method is that we can borrow a cow." Shen Wuming said while writing.

"After this cow, there are eighteen cows, and then multiply them by half, one third, and one ninth!"

"The eldest son gets nine cows, the second son gets six cows, and the third son gets two cows, a total of seventeen cows."

"Just return the remaining one!"

Mohists are good at different things, some are good at alchemy, some are good at mechanisms, some are good at arithmetic, etc.

But there is no doubt that arithmetic is definitely the most basic content, even if they are not good at it, they all have a certain level.

Shen Wuming's explanation quickly made them suddenly realize, and they all laughed and clapped their hands.

Even the old men around Pei Mao were confused at first, but then suddenly understood, but they were stunned.

Because they all looked at Shen Wuming in surprise, and never thought that this problem would be so easy to solve?

This problem was originally left by a Mohist giant to test his disciples, but no one had ever solved it.

Now everyone realized that it was just so simple to solve it.

"What is the other solution?" An old man beside Pei Mao stepped forward and asked eagerly.

Shen Wuming's solution was very simple, but it also opened his mind, and he asked hurriedly.

Cao Zhuyu introduced in a low voice: "This is Mr. Chen Xuankong, the doctor of the Armory Department of the Ministry of War."

The Ministry of War is one of the six ministries, with four departments under it. The Armory Department is in charge of military registration, weapons, military science, as well as hairdressing, garrison troops, etc.

It is one of the high-ranking officials in the court after the Shangshu and Shilang.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

Shen Wuming clasped his fists and saluted, and knew that Chen Xuankong's mind was not on him, but on this question, so he turned around and continued.

"First of all, this question misleads people, that is, the basis of fraction multiplication is one!"

"That is all!"

"Everyone thinks that this basis 'one' is the seventeen cows, so they fall into the misunderstanding."

"The borrowing of cows just now changed the basis to eighteen. There is another way, that is, we don't use fractions, but ratios."

"One-half is equal to one-third and one-ninth, and the ratio is nine to six to two!"

"Then one person has nine cows, one person has six cows, and one person has two cows, which is exactly seventeen cows."

Everyone suddenly realized, and they all looked ecstatic.

It was right to come to the Mohist gathering this time. Even if they leave now, they will gain enough.

Being able to solve the classic problem that has been passed down in the Mohist school for hundreds of years, as a bystander, you can brag about it for a lifetime.

And the eyes they looked at Shen Wuming were full of respect, without the contempt at the beginning.

Only Xie Rusu's face was livid, "You...you..."

At this time, she exhausted all her thoughts and just wanted to find a mistake to refute Shen Wuming. After looking for a long time, she couldn't find the problem.

And under the crowd, one by one came forward to consult Shen Wuming, pushing her to the back.

Xie Rusu's face was blue and white, and she returned to Meng Wenchuo in a depressed mood.

Meng Wenchuo glanced at her lightly and didn't say anything, but Xie Rusu knew that Meng Wenchuo was blaming herself.

Cao Zhuyu was already famous enough, but Xie Rusu's behavior only made him more arrogant.

Even Cao Zhuyu's half-disciple was so talented, so what academic achievements did Cao Zhuyu have?

If Xie Rusu hadn't offered to slap him in the face, how could Shen Wuming have the opportunity to show off?

At this time, Shen Wuming also successfully entered the sight of the Mohist disciples and won the respect of the Mohists.

Countless people ran over to ask him questions.

"Mr. Shen, I have another question about graphics. Do you have any research?"

"Brother Wuming, are you married? I'm only 28 years old and I don't have a husband of my dreams."

"Mr. Shen..."

Shen Wuming smiled bitterly, but it was not easy to refuse, so he could only help answer the questions amid their compliments.

Song Nanzhu was also squeezed out, looking at Shen Wuming, whose face was smiling like a chrysanthemum in the crowd, and curled his lips in disdain.

"The villain is getting ahead."

If she had known earlier, she would not have come to this Mohist gathering. The martial arts conference is much better, she can fight among them.

"And didn't this guy lose his memory? Why does he know so much? If he didn't lose his memory..."

Song Nanzhu was angry, but more of it was guilt.

If she hadn't been so reckless, Shen Wuming's radiance might have been even stronger.