Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

As soon as the gong sounded, everyone suddenly quieted down.

Song Jinxiu said loudly: "I am teaching mathematics. It is different from traditional mathematics. You can think of it as a new course opened in the Imperial College."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a commotion.

"No way, she's a PhD in mathematics? Why is she a woman?"

"It's simply disrespectful to have a girl teach us math."

"That's right, does she understand what 'three down, five divided by two, one back, six twenty-five' means?"

The gong was struck with a clang clang sound, and the place suddenly became quiet.

Song Jinxiu raised her brows and said coldly, "No noise is allowed during my class. Those who want to listen, please sit down. Those who don't want to listen, get out."

Her sharp and clear rebuke, with a hint of spiritual power, shocked everyone's heart.

It was finally quiet.

Song Jinxiu took out a piece of chalk and wrote five big words on the blackboard: Multiplication Table.

Zhen Buxing, who was standing aside watching the excitement, had a flash of light in his eyes.

The multiplication table? With the number nine in it, could it be that she really knows the legendary Nine Causes of the Great Dao?

Song Jinxiu glanced at everyone coldly, and the teachers and students of the Imperial College immediately held their breath. They had the same idea as Zhen Buxing.

Jiujiu... It seems that he was stimulated and revealed his secret method directly?

They suppressed their excitement, fearing that something might happen, so they stopped writing about this girl.

Although everyone looks down on the girl, she is the chief doctor of mathematics appointed by the emperor, so she should be of some skill, right?

Everyone is doubtful.

Song Jinxiu sneered. The students of the Imperial College were not as obedient as those of Songjia Village. Humph! Since they were disobedient, there were naturally disobedient teaching methods.

Song Jinxiu wrote out the multiplication table using Arabic numerals.

The teachers and students of the Imperial College stared at each other in confusion.

"What is this? Can you understand it?"

"I don't understand. It looks like a ghostly drawing. Is she making fun of us?"

Song Jinxiu smiled and asked, "Doesn't everyone understand?"

It’s normal that you don’t understand. Let’s see how capable you all are.

Song Jinxiu continued, "Those who are capable can figure it out on their own. If you don't understand, ask my teaching assistants."

She then said to the younger students of the Jin generation, "Teach them Arabic numerals and these symbols. Tell them that they must memorize them today, and the class will officially begin the day after tomorrow."

Originally, she was planning to teach everyone Arabic numerals first, but these teachers and students of the Imperial College had a sense of superiority. Well, then, let them figure it out on their own!

Since you look down on me, then go ahead and ask my teaching assistants for advice.

Song Jinxiu threw down the multiplication table on the blackboard, turned around and left the get out of class.

A young eunuch hidden in the crowd took a copied "Multiplication Table" and hurried back to the palace to report.

"Hey, hey, are you leaving now?"

"Exactly. She wrote a piece of incomprehensible writing and then just walked away. I think she did it on purpose."

Zhen Buxing's beard trembled even more, and he went to complain to the Imperial College's chief academic officer: "Master, she left early and should be fined."

He couldn't understand that heavenly book, and he was so anxious that he scratched his head. Unfortunately, the person who understood it left without saying a word.

Humph! The little girl did it on purpose!

The Imperial College's chief academic officer glanced at him and said, "Doctor Song is the Princess Kangle, personally appointed by His Majesty. She doesn't rely on a salary to make a living."

"W-what? Princess?"

Zhen Buxing staggered, "When did you become a princess?"

The Imperial College's chief academic officer said, "He was conferred the title yesterday. The conferment ceremony will be held in a month."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhen Buxing and whispered, "I just heard this gossip too. I'm telling you this just to get you to be quiet. There are some people we can't afford to offend."

It's over, he offended the princess.

Zhen Buxing sat there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

There was still a lot of discussion in the classroom. Some people were filled with indignation, while others were humbly seeking advice from the younger students of the Jin generation.

"Assistant Professor Song, what does this heavenly book mean?"

"Yes, brother, what does Dr. Song mean by this? I hope you can enlighten me."

Although I can't understand it, this heavenly book is like a staircase, and it is obvious that there are rules.

The young people of the Jin generation were surrounded by these high-ranking teachers and students of the Imperial College, and they felt excited and happy.

They have been teachers to the students and teachers of the Imperial College. Now that they return to Songjia Village, won’t they brag about it for the rest of their lives?

After Song Jinxiu left the Imperial College, she asked Su Chuan to drive the carriage and follow behind, while she and Yingchun went shopping leisurely.

This was her first real shopping trip since coming to Beijing.

"Miss, this capital city is quite interesting. Nanny Lin said that people who sell things here like to gather in groups. For example, most of the rouge sellers are in Rouge Lane, while those who sell vegetables can only go to the vegetable market."

Yingchun was chirping and was very excited because she was serving Jinxiu personally and it was also her first time to go shopping.

"Huh? Little Sister-in-law?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Song Jinxiu turned around and saw Doctor Li running towards her with a look of surprise on his face.

"Is it really you? When did you come to the capital? Why didn't you come to see me when you came?"

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "I've only been here a few days and have just settled in. Today I went shopping for the first time and I ran into you."

"That means we're destined to be together, Little Sister-in-law. Since you've come to the capital, let's go. I'll treat you to our famous skewers of meat."

"Well, Doctor Li seems to be doing well, with a rosy complexion and abundant wealth. Is he proud of his return to Beijing?

"Hahaha, it's all thanks to Little Sister-in-law, otherwise I wouldn't be able to return to the capital."

The two chatted and laughed as they entered a nearby restaurant.

"I'm so happy to see you again, little nun."

Doctor Li blushed suddenly as he spoke, "I'm getting married next month. Can you stay in the capital for a few more days and attend my wedding?"

Song Jinxiu said cheerfully, "Oh, no wonder you look so elated, it turns out you have a lot of happy events. Don't worry, I won't be leaving the capital anytime soon, and I will definitely attend your wedding."

"That's great, Little Sister, you are my benefactor. I am so happy to have your blessing. But where will you stay, Little Sister? If you want to stay in an inn, you might as well stay in my villa. My villa is free."

"No, I have a place to live."

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the two were chatting happily when suddenly a figure rushed over.

"Hey, isn't this the young leader of the Song clan? I thought I was seeing things. Is this the Queen of Autumn entering the capital?"

Song Jinxiu looked at the girl in yellow who rushed in front of her and looked her up and down rudely.

Li Wan, why are you everywhere?

A domineering young lady who spoke in a sarcastic tone, Song Jinxiu didn't want to pay any attention to her.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what are you wearing? It's so weird. You didn't even bother to dress up after coming to the capital. You're such a country bumpkin."

"Are you sick? I can wear whatever I want, what's it to you?"

This dress of hers was designed by her herself.

The narrow sleeves are designed to make it easier to raise your arms to write on the blackboard.

After all, this was ancient times, and the emperor was already enlightened that a girl could become a doctor. She didn't want to reveal her fair skin when she raised her arm.

Although showing her arms is nothing to her, it would be disgusting if those sour Confucianists used it to make a fuss.

The skirts here also only have a slit at the back, so most girls take small steps because the skirts restrict them and they can't take big steps.

In order to make it easier to walk, she simply imitated the Mongolian riding outfit and opened four skirt slits. The skirt slits overlapped each other but did not open too wide to expose her legs.

Even Aunt Chang and Nanny Lin said this dress was good, but why did it become something rustic in Li Wan's mouth?