Firecrackers rang out in the middle of the night and fireworks were flying all over the sky, which scared Jia Xian, the dean of the Technical College. Little bastard, you can see when you are in trouble. The prince is here and the husband Wen is here. If you disturb the nobles, can you afford to be guilty?

The old man ran away quickly, stopped the students' behavior of committing suicide, and came to Wang Ning'an to apologize.

Wen Yanbo said with a dark face: "No rules, is this still a place for teaching and educating people? You are simply ashamed of the court's favorable experience. You must reflect and thoroughly review everything from top to bottom!"

Jia Xian nodded quickly and felt even more ashamed, "What Mr. Wen taught me is that my college must change... I just ask Mr. Wen to be considerate. Our technical college is even a mouse. When the student found a wife, everyone was happy for him. For a moment, I forgot about it. Please take care of Mr. Wen."

"Hmph!" Wen Yanbo shook his sleeves and turned his head to look at Wang Ning'an. He raised his face, full of disdain, thinking that he had seen it, just such a bunch of uninformed things, and you can't hold them on the table. You still hold them as a treasure. I don't believe that they can do anything big!

Wang Ning'an didn't mind much. On the contrary, he felt that young people should make a little noise. If they really follow the rules and be honest and obedient, there would be no inventions in this world.

"Director Jia, this is a gold dollar. I wish the newcomers wholeheartedly and live together until old age." As he said that, Wang Ning'an took out a golden gold coin and stuffed it to Jia Xian.

Jia Xian's hands were a little shaking. People said that the King of Xiliang was approachable and there was no difference between high and low. Now it seems that he is indeed well-known.

"I thank the prince for the students."

Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "I want to thank you. It is not easy to teach and educate people for the country. I asked, they put the test site of the tractor here because your college students have high quality, strong hands-on ability, and are still quite successful in running schools."

Jia Xian waved his hand and said, "The prince is wrong, but the old man is ashamed of being accused of it." As he said this, Jia Xian couldn't hide his complacency. He took out a book from his arms and sent it to Wang Ning'an.

"The Yellow Emperor's Nine Chapters of the Conclusion of the Classics and Grass".

Wang Ning'an took it in his hand, turned around and looked at a few pages, and then showed a look of surprise.

"Is this written by Dean Jia?"

Jia Xian nodded, "It was indeed written by the old man. It is now one of the school's textbooks. I heard that the prince is a master of mathematics. The old man dared to ask the prince for advice. Is there one or two advantages to this book?"

Wang Ning'an did not rush to answer, but went to the room and asked someone to add a few lights and look carefully.

It took Wang Ning'an a full half of it to see.

What surprised him the most in this book was a very special triangle arranged by numbers... Wang Ning'an thought hard for a long time before he remembered that this was called "Yang Hui Triangle" in later generations, which is the binomial coefficient table... was a very amazing mathematical discovery!

The one in front of him is Jia Xian, not Yang Hui. Could it be that Yang Hui copied it or that something went wrong in later generations? Wang Ning'an couldn't figure it out. In fact, it was not the problem of these two. Jia Xian's works were later lost. Yang Hui had already introduced it in his works. Jia Xian used this method, so the Yang Hui Triangle, also known as the Jia Xian Triangle... In short, the little old man in front of him who was not very handsome is definitely an amazing mathematician!

This explains why the students he taught have strong hands-on skills, because any part needs to be calculated mathematically. With a famous teacher's guidance, it will naturally be twice the result with half the effort.

Wang Ning'an was very excited. In the Song Dynasty, he found a master of classics, and there were everywhere, but finding a mathematician was extremely difficult! Wang Ning'an and Jia Xian chatted, and the two of them became happier and happier. They chatted until dawn. Jia Xian blushed and sighed: "I used to be a frog in the well. I didn't expect that the prince's math skills were so profound, so he showed off his skills."

"No, no..." Wang Ning'an waved his hands repeatedly, "I have never tried to learn all these years. It turns out that my ability may not be as good as Mr. Jia."

While talking, Wang Ning'an had already used honorific words.

He knew that the foundation of modern science, engineering, and even sociology was mathematics, and he also knew that only one in two thousand people with mathematical talent!

Every mathematician is a treasure.

"Mr. Jia, who else do you know who is proficient in mathology?"

Jia Xian thought about it and said, "Your Majesty, you know that the court has never paid attention to mathology. It has only changed in the past decade. To be aware of mathology, I have a student named Yao Shunfu. Although he is not old, he is obsessed with mathology and has studied astronomy and calendar in depth. With time, his achievements will inevitably be above me."

Wang Ning'an nodded happily, "Mr. Jia, this time the imperial court is going to build a railway. A large project worth thousands of miles is not allowed. It requires careful calculation and scientific construction. I want to ask Mr. Jia to come and serve as an engineer to assist in the construction."

Jia Xian did not refuse at all and said happily: "If the prince is worthy of it, the little old man will never refuse. It's just that the academy has just begun and cannot leave the students. Moreover, the little old man is older, and some things must be helped... Prince, you see?"

"No problem, Mr. Jia, you can take your helpers at will. Everyone will receive a monthly allowance of 20 yuan, and all the food and accommodation are free... If Mr. Jia has any requirements, you can directly contact me. No matter when, just open your mouth."

...

A true scientist, Wang Ning'an never dared to neglect, and his attitude also moved Jia Xian very much. What does it mean to die for a confidant? The old man did not hesitate at all and directly selected 20 of the best students. He set off with Wang Ning'an back to Beijing to participate in the railway project. He sent someone to send a letter to Yao Shunfu, asking the student to come and serve the country together.

On the way back to Beijing, Wang Ning'an looked full of spring breeze. How could he not be happy when he picked up the treasure?

But Wen Yanbo was full of excitement and complained.

"Erlang, I am not talking about you, a craftsman, a low-class man. All you do is do is the last job, but you attach so much importance to it, which will make the real scholar feel heartbroken!"

"Mr. Wen, I wonder who the scholar you mentioned is, could it be you?"

"Scholars value morality, neglect life and death, do not fear power, do not surrender fame and fortune, use family, country and the world to pass on the learning of sages, and take charge of the country and the country... Every move, every word and every action, every word and every action are all examples of the world. Let's talk about how these guys can get ahead?"

Wang Ning'an snorted, "Brother Kuanfu, if you say that, don't want a tractor, don't buy a seed, you and your gang of scholars use their hands to dig the ground, slash and fire, regardless of gains and losses, and do not fame and fortune... It's just right, under the bright moon, you should cultivate a great spirit, it's better not to live in the world, go to Shouyang Mountain to be a hermit, how about it?"

"Wang Ning'an!"

Wen Yanbo was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Suddenly he smiled again, "Hahaha, Erlang, you are still not smart. Sooner or later, you will understand that the people in the world should still respect scholars. Do you believe it?"

"Of course I believe it, because the power to write history is in your hands!" Wang Ning'an smiled contemptuously, "Believe it or not, after decades, these scholars dare to say that it is you who advocate progress, lead civilization, and incite the trend, which makes wisdom open up, and as a result, all kinds of inventions and creations are made... All are your credit, are I right?"

Wen Yanbo closed his lips tightly and showed a look of horror. Wang Ning'an just smiled indifferently. He knew too much about the ability of literati greed for his own achievements. Should there be a great voyage first, or the Renaissance first, colonization, industrialization, or ideological enlightenment first?

If you think about it a little bit, you will know which one is more important!

The so-called sociology, 99% of the world reality is explained at a stage, rather than creating and leading... After all, it is the doer who changes the world, not the verbal one.

So no matter how many masters, how prosperous their thoughts are, how well they dance, how well they are, how well they are, how elegant the famous and talented men are, they can't stop the machine guns, cannons, and the iron hooves trampling...

Wang Ning'an is a very realistic person. He had long seen through the trick of literati stealing the sky and changing the sun. Wen Yanbo snorted hard, "Even if you are right, what can you do? After all, you are alone!"

"It won't be soon."

"What do you mean?" Wen Yanbo asked anxiously.

Wang Ning'an laughed, "Don't you know about it, Brother Kuanfu? Because the imperial government reforms, a large number of officials must be enriched, and the imperial examinations must be adjusted... So... you will not write about the future history!"

"You, you..." Wen Yanbo stood up excitedly, but forgot to sit in the carriage, his head hit the roof of the carriage, grinning in pain.

"Wang Ning'an, you are committing suicide. Sooner or later, all scholars will settle the score with you!"

"So what? Will I be afraid? Brother Kuanfu, it's better not to be there, otherwise!" Wang Ning'an gestured with his hand on his neck. Wen Yanbo felt a chill all over and dared not say more.

After returning to Beijing, various vassal states sent envoys to arrive, all carrying generous gifts. In addition, Song Xiang, Zhang Fangping, Pang Ji and three governors also sent personnel to contribute gold, silver and local products.

Don’t think that only Wen Yanbo can squeeze oil. These people started to do it and were also very dark. In total, there were 5 million guan and 100,000 coolies, of which 50,000 were obtained from Japan alone.

The talents, labor, materials, funds... are all collected and the work can finally be started!

At this moment, Fan Chunren suddenly found Wang Ning'an, his face turned pale and he was very unhappy.

"Senior brother, do you care?"

Wang Ning'an took a breath, "What happened?"

"It's not Xiao Yan. He forced his land in Xuzhou, causing civil unrest, and actually placed the people in the list of powerful people and moved to Japan. In fact, he forced the people to die! Can you ignore such a big thing?"

Wang Ning'an was also shocked. He hurriedly took a blood letter from Fan Chunren, which detailed the matter of Xuzhou's promoter Yan Jidao to harm the people in order to acquire land and build railways. Below are a pile of blood-red palm prints!
Chapter completed!