Blackett told Chen Muwu that there were no swimming pools around Cambridge. With the River Cam, a wide and clear natural waterway, who would want to go through the trouble of digging a new swimming pool?
Chen Muwu thought for a while, and Blackett was right. He was on the bank of the Cam River that day when he saw those students in swimsuits. They must have just finished swimming and landed shortly after.
However, if there are people rowing and swimming in the same river, won't there be any unexpected "traffic accidents"?
Chen Muwu raised his own question again.
After hearing this question, Blackett smiled and said: "Chen, the Cam River flowing through Cambridge has only two large sections of straight river without turns. The long section is reserved for rowing athletes to use when training, and the short section is , naturally it is a place where people swim to escape the heat in the summer, and everyone does not interfere with the river."
He seemed to have completely forgotten the unpleasantness just now.
On the train, Kapitsa finally found relief, because there was no Rutherford to tell him to be cautious about his words and deeds, or to persuade him to study more problems and talk less about doctrines like Hu Shi did.
In his loose English, he chattered endlessly about his praise for the newly established country in his homeland, praised Vladimir as a great leader, and hoped that he could overcome the disease of stroke, recover soon, and return to the world again. Return to leadership of the country.
Ye Gongchao listened with great interest, while Chen Muwu became sleepy.
The leader Kapitsa said and his successors have indeed led the country on a great path.
But after this? From now on, one crab is not as good as one crab, there is nothing to say.
If nothing else happens, in a dozen years, Kapitsa will be detained in China during a visit to his relatives, and he will never be able to return to the Cavendish Laboratory for decades to come.
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Although they went south this time and took the local train that stopped at every stop, the distance from Cambridge to London was only that long. After more than two hours, several people still arrived at London King's Cross Station.
After leaving the station, we took the London Underground, which is fairly well-connected in all directions. It took everyone almost an hour to arrive in Islington, north of London.
Islington is now one of London's main residential areas, with neat rows of houses lining the streets.
Blackett's home is one of these dotted residences. Although it is not a luxury villa, its appearance is kept spotless. This is not easy in London, which is filled with smog every day. The layout of the rooms is also in order. Simple and heartwarming.
You can tell at a glance that there is a good wife and mother running the house.
There was no decent furniture in the house, and photos of family members hung on the wall behind the sofa in the living room.
In one of them, Blackett is wearing a navy uniform and smiling brightly.
"Peter, come and see, in this photo, Patrick has such a bright smile on his face!"
Kapitsa heard the news and asked Blackett after seeing the photo: "To be honest, when you took the photo, was there a cute girl standing opposite?"
Different from the photo, Blackett's expression was very heavy: "That was a photo when I joined the army. Not long after that, the Battle of Jutland happened. The comrade who took this photo for me died in that naval battle." of."
Knowing that he had asked an inappropriate question, Kapitsa obediently kept his mouth shut.
Chen Muwu thought, no wonder Blackett is usually taciturn. This should be the reason.
Opposite the sofa and in the middle of the wall, there is a giant radio. It should be the most expensive and latest household appliance in the house.
As one of several major cities in the world, London already has several radio stations that can cover the entire city, broadcasting the news of the day to the public at fixed times and at fixed points every day.
Knowing that these people were all Patrick's classmates at Cambridge University and were among the most intelligent people in the UK and even the world, Blackett's family was still very enthusiastic towards them.
However, Chen Muwu still saw a look of curiosity in the eyes of the hostess.
It's not surprising that she was like this. After all, the classmates brought by her son came from two of the most mysterious countries in the world. One was too far away from the UK, and the other came from the newly established Red Soviet Union.
Moreover, both countries had just overthrown the emperors who ruled their countries not long ago.
When they enjoy the King's birthday holiday in the UK, will they have any prejudice against the beloved king and royal family of their own country?
Everything is fine in the Blackett household, except for the evening meal.
The British people have a magical talent, that is, no matter how delicious the ingredients are, they can always cook them to make people lose their appetite.
This is true in the dining hall of Trinity College, and it is also true in the Blackett household.
Fortunately, Chen Muwu was introduced by his elder brother to Ye Gongchao, a gourmet who studied abroad, so that he could have a toothpaste every now and then.
Chen Muwu politely took a few mouthfuls of food, then put down the tableware and chatted with everyone at his table.
Because this year is not the year that King George V ascends the throne, and a grand royal wedding has just been held in London, there will be no official celebration with the King's participation in the King's birthday this year.
Blackett asked everyone where they planned to visit during their vacation now that they had arrived in London.
Kapitsa was the first to speak again. He said that he wanted to walk around the city center of London, see Tower Bridge and the Thames River.
Chen Muwu heard the deep meaning in Blackett's words. Since he took the initiative to ask the question, he must have already thought of a place to recommend to everyone.
So he pretended to ask: "Patrick, do you have any good places to recommend?"
"Yes, and it's near my home." Blackett was very happy when someone answered. "Do you know Michael Faraday, who discovered the law of electromagnetic induction?"
Not to mention the two physics majors Chen Muwu and Kapitsa, Faraday was really "Zhuge's famous name in the universe", and even Ye Gongchao nodded.
"Faraday's grave is in Highgate Cemetery near my home. I visited it several times when I was a child. It was precisely because of his influence that I embarked on the path of studying physics."
Chen Muwu had to lament that sometimes British people are really clever when introducing tourist attractions to people, and the first stop is this kind of place.
However, now that he had learned the news, Chen Muwu thought that he would still pay homage to the sage after all.
After all, without Faraday, people might still be living in a semi-dark age powered by Leyden jars.
The next day, Kapitsa took the uninterested Ye Gongchao to central London, while Chen Muwu went alone to the place recommended by Blackett.
If it weren't for the small stones erected one after another on the lawn, Chen Muwu really didn't think this would be that kind of place. Instead, it would be more like a park with an elegant environment.
In addition to Faraday, Chen Muwu was also surprised to find the name of another great man inside.
His marble head had to wait until 1954 to be carved and installed. Now there is only a small stone tablet, surrounded by an appearance that is incompatible with his fame and prestige.
This is really "there is not much loess in Lumen, it is just as low as the scholar's grave"!
Before leaving, he left a huge sum of ten pounds to the managers, asking them to plant some flowers and plants around the latter, and asked them to maintain and repair it regularly.
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In addition to going to Highgate Cemetery to pay homage to Faraday, Chen Muwu also went to Westminster Abbey in the city center under the leadership of Blackett, and visited Newton who was buried here, and Maxwell and other physicists who had erected monuments next to Newton. Learn from the sages.
In his previous life, Chen Muwu never dreamed that he would be able to connect with these two top physicists.
But throughout his life, the two were not only his old seniors at Trinity College, but the latter was also the first director of the Cavendish Laboratory after its creation.
Coupled with Einstein, whom he had met in Sihai before, he had already gathered the three greatest masters in the history of physics.
During the past few days at Blackett's house, Kapitsa clamored to play cards every day.
Chen Muwu could not play bridge and had no interest in learning a card skill. However, Kapitsa kept nagging in his ears every day, so Chen Muwu took the opportunity of coming to central London to go to Westminster University. In Chinatown not far from the church, I bought a bamboo mahjong set.
It can only be said that the charm of mahjong is too great. These small bamboo pieces are very popular in the Blackett family.
That night, Chen Muwu only played two teaching rounds. After they learned it, his place on the card table was no longer there.
On Monday morning, a group of people went to King's Cross Station to take the early train back to Cambridge. Except for Chen Muwu, who was in high spirits, the other three people were in a daze, yawning again and again. They didn't know how late the card game last night went on.
Although Chen Muwu enrolled in April, he did not choose any courses, so he did not need to review and prepare for the final exam.
So after returning to Cambridge, he had entered a leisurely semi-vacation state, writing new papers for two or three hours every day, and then went to the Cam River to find the best place for swimming.
Three days later, Kapitsa and Blackett, with dark circles under their eyes, came to Chen Muwu with the recoil electron photos they had taken and the recorded experimental data, asking him to help write a paper based on these materials.
"Are you playing mahjong every day these days?" Chen Muwu asked curiously.
"Haha -" Kapitsa let out a long yawn. He took out his pocket watch, opened it, pointed at a number on the dial and said, "It was just over half an hour ago. I'll leave the thesis to you." I have to go back and take the time to get some sleep.”
Chen Muwu felt a little embarrassed seeing how quickly the mahjong promoted by him became popular throughout the school.
If these bamboo cards cause everyone to be like Hu Shi and fail to graduate with a doctorate, then his sin will be great.
There was no other way. Since Kapitsa had been entrusted to him, Chen Muwu could only tearfully add his own name as the author of this paper.
In fact, this paper just reveals the experimental phenomena and results, and it is very easy to write.
He does not need to spend a lot of words and ink to elaborate on any profound and long speech. Chen Muwu only needs to publish these clear photos of electron trajectories in a journal, and conduct a certain amount of calculations based on these photos to prove that these electrons are indeed consistent with The collision of photons is the most powerful counterattack to those who are still as tough-talking as ducks, clamoring that "light cannot be a particle."
For example, Bohr.
