There are many places where the Sansi and the Privy Council are calculated in their daily tasks, and they are just simple additions and subtractions, which are boring and boring.

Zhao Zhen felt that these two departments needed mental arithmetic the most, so he asked someone to copy the book and then asked the Sanshi and the Privy Council to recommend candidates to study.

Song Xiang asked Du Ziling to ask indifferently, but most of them did not respond.

What a mess Chen An has made!

The key is that these people are worried that it is too difficult to learn, and they have not learned the skills by then, but they will be snatched up by someone.

Even if you learn the skills, you will become a low-level accounting clerk and want to be promoted? Shangguan said in one sentence: "We can do whatever we want, but we can't lack him!"

In a corner of the Privy Council, several minor officials were talking.

"... In one sentence, you can learn it and get tired. After you have worked hard to learn, can you only be a minor official for the rest of your life?"

"Yes! That mental arithmetic technique is not so easy to learn. I am afraid I will not be able to move the place after I learn it."

"When I think of the fact that I can only be a minor official who can calculate for the rest of my life. Not to mention the mental arithmetic method, even if it is taught by a great scholar, no one will be happy!"

In the game between secret skills and official positions, secret skills lost a lot.

So this matter became embarrassing, but Song Xiang could not be appointed as an official and made a wish, which was a big taboo.

If there is a saying in the palace, it would be great that those who have learned mental arithmetic will reuse it in the future.

Just as I was watching, Tang Ren appeared.

He took most of the officials in the ritual room to find Du Ziling.

"We all accept the orders, and we are willing to learn."

At this moment, Du Ziling forgot the grudges and said happily: "Okay, it's true that you know the general!"

Someone from the Privy Council has registered, but not many of them have registered in the Sansi Department, just a few kittens and dogs.

Everyone was worried that after learning, they would become the accounting puppet of the Sansi from then on.

Don't want it!

The most common ones in Sansi in the past two days are all kinds of weird excuses, and the purpose is to avoid learning.

Wang Anshi is still as stable as Mount Tai, as if nothing is moved.

He walked on the road, and the officials bowed.

When I arrived at the toilet, there was actually someone inside.

This is embarrassing!

Shangguan wants to go to the toilet, do you have the nerve to watch? Do you have the nerve to listen? Go away quickly.

The little official wiped his fart and was honestly ready to go out.

As soon as he walked to the door, the little official remembered something and asked, "Judge Wang, the villain wants to ask for advice."

"you say."

Wang Anshi was in a hurry to go to the toilet, so he became more unswerving.

So if you want to burn your boat or something, it is best to block the leader while he is using the toilet, and one by one is accurate.

"Then the mental arithmetic method...will there be a future if you learn it?"

Wang Anshi said with a stern face: "Yes!"

The little official said happily: "Thank you, Judge Wang."

Wang Anshi rarely said anything, but he never said anything false, so what he said from his mouth was almost certain.

The little official ran to sign up, but Wang Anshi, who was squatting in the pit, remembered the mental arithmetic that his eldest son had been practicing recently.

You can just report the numbers or throw a book of accounts over. Wang Rong doesn’t have to do it, just make the calculations and then check the results again...

All right!

It has been not long since I learned it!

Wang Anshi thought that it was Chen An's unique secret skill, so he didn't have the nerve to ask his son for textbooks to read.

He asked: "Is it easy to learn?"

Wang Rong's expression was a little depressed at that time, "I am willing to study."

This son likes to show off his intelligence that is beyond ordinary people the most, so when he is depressed, Wang Anshi is sure that ordinary people can learn this secret skill easily.

But why are secret techniques so easy to learn?

...

"The great way is easy and simple!"

This is what Chen An used to make excuses Zhao Zhen, and he really didn't want to teach those people.

Moreover, he was a little selfish, thinking that if Zhao Zhongzhen was allowed to go, it would be an opportunity for him to accumulate contacts.

But Zhao Zhen obviously didn't want to do this. He was still very close to imperial power and did not want to give others a chance to subvert.

then……

"The official said you don't go, so I recommend someone to go."

Chen Zhongheng was very angry and Chen An showed his expression, thinking that he was a shame to the officials.

The official valued you and wanted you to teach, but you still pushed you and was embarrassed!

But Chen An did not have this kind of awareness. He pointed to Zhe Kexing, who was practicing swords beside him and said, "He can do it too."

After all, Zhe Kexing was forced to learn a lot of things by Chen An. The key points of mental arithmetic are just the ones, and I will teach you a few more times to finish it.

Chen Zhongheng shook his head again and said, "He is a warrior, you know."

Do you know if you ask a warrior to teach civil servants that will cause a rebound?

If there was a knife in his hand at this moment, Chen Zhongheng would want to chop off Chen An with one knife.

Chen An had a headache. He thought for a while and said, "This... the most powerful person in my family is the coachman."

I have to go shopping for groceries every day on Tuesday, so calculations have become a big problem.

Chen An taught him the technique of mental arithmetic, but the man actually had this talent. His quick calculation ability directly crushed Zhe Kexing and Zhao Zhongzhen, and even Wang Rong was almost suppressed by him.

"Your coachman?"

Chen Zhongheng really wants to hit someone!

"This is a state matter."

"This is the truth."

"Or...try?"

So after a test, Chen Zhongheng, who was shocked and dropped, returned to the palace in shame to report that when he came back again, he would take him to teach on Tuesday.

"Teacher? Mr., the villain dare not go."

Tuesday was frightened, "Those people are Wenquxing, Langjun, villains dare not..."

"The shitty Wenquxing!"

In front of Chen Zhongheng, Chen An said disdainfully: "They are all people who want to learn mental arithmetics. Those who want to ask us should go boldly. Who dares to bully you? Just talk to Chen Duzhi. Old Chen, will you make the decision for him?"

Chen Zhongheng nodded with a wry smile, thinking that the officials didn't know what was going on, so he agreed to let the class on Tuesday.

Tuesday was still a little timid, and Chen An encouraged him, "Wang Rong is a yamen, but he almost can't compare to you. What are you afraid of? Go boldly. When teaching, just pretend that there are a group of pigs sitting down there."

This is a good way to eliminate tension, but comparing those officials to pigs made Chen Zhongheng angrily say, "It's too much!"

Chen An said with a stern face: "Yes, it shouldn't be pigs, so just think they are donkeys!"

A bunch of stupid donkeys!

So Tuesday went there with fear.

"The coachman from Chen An's family went to teach?"

The officialdom in the capital was in an uproar.

Then most of the officials who had signed up withdrew, and they felt that they could not afford to lose this person.

"You're unlucky."

Bao Zheng seems to be a little depressed recently, looking at the temperament of a poet.

Chen An shook his head and said, "The master is the teacher."

"But those are officials."

It is an insult to ask the coachman to go to instruct the officials.

What does the official family mean?

Why would you agree?

Bao Zheng guessed something, and the official thought that this mental arithmetic technique was a good thing, so he first used this method to eliminate a group of people with weak will.
To be continued...