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When the boy from the Wang family saw Zheng Zhixun ignoring him, he thought he was afraid. While feeling proud, he planned to continue provoking him.

Because in this process, he felt a sense of superiority and refreshment.

At this moment, Zheng Zhixun suddenly spoke to him.

"I know that there is a huge gap between me and Prince Wang in arithmetic. There is a question that has been puzzling me today. I wonder if I can ask for advice?"

The boy from the Wang family didn't expect that Zheng Zhixun, who usually didn't deal with him, would give in like this today. Not only would he say that he was inferior to him, but he would also ask him for advice.

He nodded with satisfaction and said with some pride: "Okay, I just have free time today, so I will teach you!"

No wonder he is so arrogant. In fact, the Wang family has obtained a book of calculations. However, this book was written less than a hundred years ago and has not been circulated in the world.

After practicing hard for a period of time, he realized that there were not many problems in the world.

"There are seven birds on a tree. If someone is good at shooting one, ask how many birds there are on the tree."

"Pfft..." The boy from the Wang family couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahahaha, Zheng Zhixun, shouldn't a three-year-old child know this kind of question? Why can't you even do this? Seven Take one, today Wenquxing will come to earth, there will be six of them, I said so!"

"Hey..." Zheng Zhixun shook his head and looked at the Wang family boy with a caring look: "Brother Wang, I heard that your father is considered to be unparalleled in learning in his generation. Brother Wang, please go home when you are free." , let’s try to recognize your father with blood!”

After finishing speaking, he whispered to Yan Kai: "Mr. Yan, let's go. The food at Xiyue Tower in Luoyang City is good. Come over now and you can try it."

After saying that, he left with Yan Kai and the Zheng family without looking back.

"Hey, you are so rude. You asked me for advice and I told you the answer, but you didn't even say thank you!" The Wang family boy stomped his feet angrily.

At this time, the groom beside him asked curiously: "Sir, as for that just now, is it possible that one bird was shot and the other birds were scared away?"

"Uh..." The Wang family boy who was complaining suddenly stopped talking like a chicken being strangled by the neck.

After thinking for a long time, he became furious: "How dare you bully me, Shu Zian!"

Then he suddenly came back to his senses, "Then what does he mean when he asked me and my father to shed blood to recognize our relationship?"

"I'm afraid he means that the young master is not the master's biological son!" The groom was also outspoken and said it directly?

"Damn it, hit me!"

"Young Master!" The groom looked troubled: "Although the Young Master of the Zheng family is not considered a core disciple of the family, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate for us to catch up and beat him!"

"I'm talking about beating you!"

Not to mention that this young boy from the Wang family staged an all-out martial arts show near the city gate.

As Zheng Zhixun walked on the streets of Luoyang, he felt more and more light as he walked.

"Mr. Yan, it's really fun to insult people..."

He and Yan Kai learned this word.

"Haha, didn't Confucius say it all? Why repay kindness with kindness? If someone is polite to us, we will be polite. But if someone like him attacks you as soon as he comes up, of course he has to fight back."

"The more you think about it, the angrier it will be if you take a step back. The more you think about it, the more you will suffer. As long as you are not afraid of the other party, don't let yourself suffer!"

"Zhixun has learned a lesson!" Zheng Zhixun said respectfully. Butler Zheng listened to the conversation between the two, his eyebrows twitching at first.

But thinking about it carefully, Mr. Yan is not wrong. The premise is that he is not afraid of the other party. After all, his master is not that stupid. He will fight against the sky and the earth when he meets someone with a higher status than himself.

A large family like the Zheng family naturally has industries in Luoyang.

After dinner, they settled down in a restaurant owned by the Zheng family.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Zheng Zhixun took Yan Kai to Xiyue Tower again, because the society where he had made appointments with others today was here.

When I came to the door, I heard the annoying voice of the boy from the Wang family yesterday: "Fan, don't you claim to be a genius in arithmetic? I have a question here, do you know the answer? There are seven birds on a tree. Someone who is good at shooting can shoot one. Just ask how many birds are in the tree."

Zheng Zhixun and Yan Kai looked at each other. They didn't expect the man named Wang to learn so quickly?

But the other person's IQ was obviously higher than his. He hesitated a little and said, "The other birds should have been scared away. Wang Mian, where did you find such a wicked question?"

"I..." Wang Mian didn't expect that he would not be troubled. Instead, he was asked a question by General Yijun. He looked at Yan Kai who walked in and said, "It's him. He asked such a question."

"Brother Wang is indeed a scholar. When I asked the question yesterday, I thought you couldn't figure out the answer, but I didn't expect that you still figured it out!" Zheng Zhixun stabbed him again, making him blush.

"You, you..." He couldn't imagine how this somewhat dull Zheng Zhixun could become so sharp-tongued after not seeing him for a while.

"Okay, we've almost arrived, let's get started!" The person at the beginning was from the Fan family in Luyang, and his surname was Fan.

He is the oldest among the people here, and he has indeed come out on top in arithmetic in the past, so he became the organizer this time.

Speaking of their arithmetic society, the purpose at the beginning was actually very simple.

The information of this era was extremely underdeveloped compared to later generations. People in the north may have read this book, but people in the south have never heard of it.

They usually study arithmetic and encounter problems that cannot be solved, so they bring them to the arithmetic society and let everyone check the calculations together.

Of course, some people know how to calculate, but using it to test everyone can be regarded as a kind of common progress, and its main purpose is to promote everyone's learning.

But because they come from extraordinary backgrounds and are all around the age of fourteen, fifteen or six, people of this age happen to be in the second or third grade of middle school in later generations, and they are also nicknamed middle school boys.

So a group of high-status middle school boys are together, and there is no one who can control the situation. If you don't obey me, and I don't obey you, the smell of gunpowder will become stronger and stronger.

Only what Fan Hao said would be effective, and Wang Mian had always wanted to challenge Fan Hao's position. He just took out the questions Zheng Zhixun asked, and who knew that he didn't stump him.

"I'll go first!" said a little fat man.

"This is a member of the Rongyang Lu family!" Zheng Zhixun whispered to Tang Ping beside him.

Lu Xiaopang's question was obviously not too difficult. Zheng Zhixun even ticked two numbers on the paper and figured out the answer. However, he still remembered Yan Kai's words: Sometimes being low-key is to show off better.

So nothing was said.