Chapter 313 (2/2)

”Your Highness, if it's related to mathematics, I can try Xiaomin, but...”

”Naturally, it is related to mathematics: the towering ancient temple is in the mountain forest. I don't know how many monks there are in the temple. Three hundred and sixty-four bowls. Let's have a look. Three people eat a bowl of rice, four people eat a bowl of soup. How many monks are there in the temple Li Hong seemed to smile rather than smile. He kept staring at Lin Shiling's eyes and asked.

This is an arithmetic poem in Da Cheng of arithmetic written by Xu Ziyun of Qing Dynasty. It is a relatively reliable and difficult question to ask the mathematician of Ming Dynasty to calculate the number of monks through a poem.

When Lin Shiling heard Li Hongnian, he began to concentrate. With every word sent to his ears, Lin Shiling's expression became more and more dignified. It was the first time he had contact with such a problem. It was impossible for him to blurt out the answer at the first time.

What's more, at the moment, the examiner he is facing is his Highness The Prince of the Tang Dynasty. It is impossible for him to say that he is not nervous. However, Lin Shiling forced himself to focus on Yu's calculation. He slowly closed his eyes, and his lips moved slowly. He read the poem over and over again in his mind.

Not only was he nervous in mental calculation, but also the curious Bai Chun and Xiao Xue and other people, together with two half way monks, who had nothing to do until they were very old, Yang Wu and Lian tie, who went to Chongwen hall, were silently reciting, but for a moment, no one could answer.

”Three hundred and sixty-four bowls, three for a bowl of rice, four for a bowl of soup.” The sweat on Lin Shiling's forehead began to come down, and he could not help but become more nervous. He was still confused and the correct answer began to waver in his heart.

Although his highness said it was a question that puzzled him for a long time, Lin Shiling did not dare to deceive his highness, and did not dare to say an answer at will.

It is Lin Shiling himself, who does not know whether the answer is true or false. If he encounters such a difficult problem, he will not give up easily and will not cheat others and himself with wrong answers.

This is also the dignity of a wise man. What he has always been proud of is his sensitivity and quickness to numbers, which is also the source of his confidence.

Just as Lin Shi Ling frowned to answer, Li Hong picked up a pen and paper and wrote another 14 words on his desk. However, these 14 words were surrounded by a circle. The empty part in the middle is the place where the answer is filled.This is a kind of palindrome poetry, which is called palindrome poetry. It has less interest in mathematics, but it also contains some requirements for poetry and Fu. Therefore, this kind of palindrome poem that seems to need to jump words to read can balance people's interest in mathematics and poetry and Fu.

Li Hong did not worry. Looking at Lin Shiling, who was still doing mental calculation there, he did not disturb him. He stretched out his hand and tried to pass the paper and pen to the people nearby. However, no one took over the paper and pen in his hand for a long time. He could not help but look up and see that there was heavy thinking on Bai Chun's beautiful cheek. It seemed that he was also calculating the number of monks in the temple.