Chapter 4: Start teasing the elites of the Ming Dynasty ()

Every ten-day period, every three, six, and nine will go to court.

Today is the 19th day of mid-December. The weather in the capital was cold. Yang Jie felt that he seemed to be wearing more than a dozen layers of clothes, but his face and hands still felt cold when they touched the cold air outside.

Today is the day of the reign of the court, and Yang Jing also adopted the time to attend the court at 9 o'clock, which made the ministers cold for several hours in the cold wind.

He knelt on the ground, then shouted long live, and kowtowed again. Only then did Yang Jingao get up according to the rules.

The first major event in the capital is that the Wei case rebelled against the party, but there is another thing that makes the capital in winter suddenly popular.

The emperor asked someone to chase the dirty, pay the silver for his sins and exchange it for his life. This is a strange thing. Some say that the emperor is shameless for money, while others say that the emperor is stupid. But some say that the emperor will change the year name next year. According to the rules, it is necessary to pardon the world. It is indeed unlucky to kill so many people just after becoming an emperor. It is not necessarily a bad thing to recover the stolen money and pay the silver for his sins. The emperor is still kind.

In short, there were a lot of discussions and the court officials also discussed and attacked the matter, but Yang Jing did not know any of them at all. He just thought they were all NPCs, and looked at the large group of people talking and talking about it. Yang Jing was only unfamiliar with it.

After a while, Yang Jing, who was sitting on the chair, felt boring. So he spoke: "My dear friends, I have something unknown now and I think it's very mysterious. I also want to ask you guys to discuss it."

The hall suddenly became quiet and looked at the emperor with a gaze, wondering what kind of question the emperor would ask.

"That's right. Yesterday, I was in a dream. I dreamed that a god told me that as long as I could fold any piece of paper in half 30 times, I could fold fifty mountains as high as Mount Tai. I thought it was amazing, but the god told me that this was OK. I thought it was incredible. After thinking about it, I decided to share the problems with all my beloved ministers. Who can tell me why? Can it be?"

As soon as this problem arose, the ministers below were stunned. What is this problem? A piece of paper can fold fifty as high as Mount Tai. It is impossible, absolutely impossible. If that is the case, why do you have to go to Mount Tai to worship the heaven? Isn’t it enough to worship the heaven directly on a piece of paper?

So the ministers said it was impossible and nonsense.

"You all say it's impossible, but in my dream, the god man told me that this is OK and it's absolutely true. Could it be that any god man was wrong?" Yang Jingyi made an impossible look.

"That god told me that practice has achieved true knowledge. If you don't believe it, you can try it with a piece of paper yourself." After that, Yang Jing waved his hand, and the eunuchs immediately sent the prepared paper to the ministers.

"My dear friends, to be honest, I don't believe that this small piece of paper can be folded out of fifty mountains of Mount Tai in just a few folds, so I'll do it yourself."

The ministers below all looked at each other. One piece of paper could fold out the height of Mount Tai, and it was fifty high, which was really hard to believe. Some ministers began to fold the paper in their hands.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has folded it, but it won't work until it's only nine times at most. Promise, this is what the old minister has folded." After saying that, the old lady Long Zhong's minister also raised a small piece of white thing in his hand, which was the result of folding a piece of paper nine times.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has only paid it nine times, and he can only pay it this way."

"Your Majesty, I have handed it eight times."

"Weichen also had eight times."

"Seven times"

The ministers below also spoke out the number of their folds.

Yang Jing smiled and said, "My dear friends, are you a possibility? Will it be higher than Mount Tai when you turn thirty times?"

The ministers were stunned and looked at the ball of paper in their hands. They really couldn't figure out how tall this ball of paper could be higher than Mount Tai?

"Your Majesty, the old minister thinks it cannot."

"Your Majesty, I also think it's impossible."

"cannot……"

"I guess it can't..."

Almost all the ministers said they could not. Or they just said nothing.

Yang Jie smiled and said, "Since all my beloved officials said they could not, but some god told me that they could."

"Your Majesty, don't believe the evil words! How is this possible? Then he is clearly a monster, a demon, who bewitches the emperor."

"Yes! It's a demon, a demon."

"Demon, demon."

"Yes, it's a monster!"

The ministers below all agreed that they were evil people and they were unreliable.

Yang Jingwei was prepared for a long time, so he was going to discuss scientific things in this environment of discussing national affairs, and use science to combat rotten, narrow, and unmotivated bureaucrats.

"All my dear friends said it was not trustworthy, but, who had proved it to me, and I admire it." Yang Jing only cared about himself, but he didn't know what he said wrong. The emperor had a conspiracy, so wouldn't he kowtowed and knelt down to others?

Fortunately, the people in the hall didn't care much, and they were all thinking about how the god-like man mentioned in the emperor proved it.

Yang Jing waved.

Several little eunuchs hurriedly carried some things into the Taihe Gate Hall, which was covered with silk, and didn't know what was inside.

A little eunuch took off the silk and exposed a large stack of rice paper inside.

Yang Jie said: "Please look at me, my dear friends. This is a stack of paper that is commonly used. Note that it is tightly pressed. It is about 1 foot high, and there are about 2,000 pieces of rice paper in total. Therefore, each chapter of rice paper is about 2,000th of a foot high. If folded once, it will become two feet high, and the height of a piece of paper is two thousandth of a foot high. The second time it is folded in half, then its height is four thousandth of a foot high..."

"On the eleventh time, it was probably more than one foot high, and the exact point was 2048 feet."

"The 20th time was already about 262 feet."

"It was about eight thousand feet at the 25th time."

"At the thirtieth time, it was about 268,566 feet, and the contract was as high as 26,000 feet. How high is Mount Tai? It is about four or five hundred feet high. Even if it is five hundred feet high, it is about fifty Mount Tai as high as 500 feet high..."

Yang Jing's words shocked the ministers incomparable. In their minds, Mount Tai is a symbol of height. Unexpectedly, a small piece of paper is as high as fifty. It is really unacceptable. Of course, you must be able to fold the paper in half thirty times.

In fact, this problem is a math problem. The thickness of a piece of paper is multiplied by 2 30 times in succession. Don’t look at the thinness of a piece of paper, but when you multiply by 2 30 times in succession, you will find that this is a terrifying height.

Silence, absolute silence.

Silence, absolute silence.

Dead silence, absolutely dead silence.

The group of ministers were already stunned by Yang Jing's eyes and stood still and could not move. Today's incident shocked them too much.

"My dear friends, do you still think that the god in my dream is a monster?" Yang Jing asked with a smile.

The ministers below were silent, without a single voice, and no one spoke.

Yang Jing was proud of you guys, you guys, my math problem, will make you dizzy. Fight with me and play with you to death. It is better to listen to me more in the future, otherwise you will play with you to death.

After a while, the ministers woke up and the gods returned to their bodies. They all stood in the hall and remained silent. They looked at the ground in front of them, as if they could see flowers.

"Let's go away. My dear friends go home and find a tentative accountant, and then use my method to calculate carefully to see if I have calculated it wrong." After saying that, Yang Jing left without looking back. As for government affairs, let's talk about it next time.

So, in the last few days of the seventh year of the Tianqi revelation, in the heart of the Ming Dynasty, in the capital, many ministers who attended the court looked for people to pile rice paper at home, and then found a dozen accountants to calculate there. The abacus made the slap and the servants didn't know what the master was going to do. Later, they learned that the emperor had a god-man professor in his dream, and told the emperor a strange way, which could make a piece of rice paper higher than fifty mountains of Tai. Oh my god! Fifty mountains of Tai. Isn't it said that Taishan is the highest mountain in the world?

emperor.

In a dream.

God-man.

teach.
Chapter completed!