In the third year of Emperor Qian Yuan's reign, Lin Xiaowan, an orphan who had been divorced, woke up in a leaky hut with a string of biting sandalwood beads in her palm.
"Can fate hold the empty star position?" She sneered as she clutched the appointment certificate of the female head of household, used the Pythagorean theorem to measure the private lands of powerful people, and used probability to cut off profiteers' food routes. When the court was quarreling over the ancestral precept that "women have no calculation", she had already led three thousand peasant women to write differential equations among the wheat waves, turning the ink dots on the tax rolls into life-saving corn.
The Nine-Chapter Arithmetic System Awakens in the Blood:
Measuring an acre of land, the arithmetic beads are red on the fingertips
A hundred stones of grain were liquidated, and sandalwood condensed into celestial phenomena.
If you dare to miscalculate a livelihood account, a tuft of white hair will fall from your temples
Cui Shilang's jade wat collided with her abacus in the Jinluan Palace: "Does the head of the Lin household know that calculating the heavens and the earth cannot calculate the human heart?"
She flipped the emerald hairpin with her backhand, and the locust flowers all over the city suddenly hung up into lines of latitude and longitude: "Then let the people do the math for themselves - from today's land tax to a hundred years of national destiny!"
