Regarding Longxia University, which is separated by a wall, Professor Lu Chengchuan, head of the Department of Mathematics at Yujing University, believes that he has no objection to them.
Although the neighbor competes with them for students every year, Professor Lu Chengchuan still recognizes the other party's scientific research level.
As long as the neighbor doesn't compete with him for students, they can still be friends.
Now that he has finally found a good talent, if he trains him well, maybe in the next few decades, he will be able to proudly hold up his chest and look at the admissions office next door with his chin.
What if there was an algebra genius next door right now...
Just thinking about it made Professor Lu feel like he was going to vomit to death.
But fortunately, his old friend Professor Wilson's level of Longxia language was trustworthy. The author of the paper signed by Wujiu was indeed from their Yujing University.
What's even more fortunate is that although Lu Chengchuan doesn't know who "59" is. But when he looked at the content of the paper, he immediately discovered that it was Jing Changjia’s article on the elimination of singularities in the positive domain.
The two little geniuses merged into one, and Professor Lu was so happy that he decided to accompany Wilson to the hotel to check in.
On the way to the hotel booked for Professor Wilson at Yujing University, Professor Wilson couldn't put it down with the paper he printed out. Along the way, he praised Lu Chengchuan for the exquisite ideas of this paper.
It's just that he's a little hard to understand in some attributions. Therefore, he couldn't wait to come to Yujing University to meet the author of the paper.
After settling in the hotel, Wilson washed his face and urged Lu Chengchuan to contact Jing Changjia. He was not at all energetic like an old man after a twelve-hour long flight.
Lu Chengchuan sighed: "If you don't sleep, the children will have to sleep. Take a breather after a long day."
He threw Wilson's backpack into the corner and asked him again: "How did you get this paper?"
"Wujiu posted it on the preprint platform." Wilson was full of energy, his face glowing, "Lu, although nutritious things rarely appear on the preprint platform now, your work is also very busy. But as a researcher, you You should always pay attention to the frontier areas.”
"Of course I have read it." Lu Chengchuan opened the hotel refrigerator, "No one responded at the time. I thought it was an academic piece of garbage."
Wilson laughed loudly: "Then you missed a wonderful moment."
He stood nearby, crossed Lu Chengchuan's hand, and took the first step to take out a can of cold beer from the refrigerator: "Wujiu uploaded at an unlucky time... Oh, wait."
Wilson's watch alerted him to a call.
He connected the communication, and suddenly a voice that Lu Chengchuan was also very familiar with came out.
That was Kimmel, the editor of the Annual Report of Mathematics: "Professor Wilson, I hope I didn't disturb your work."
"Of course not." Wilson said cheerfully, "Did you also find the paper on the preprint platform?"
"I saw your message to him. I can't miss such an important paper." Kimil laughed exaggeratedly. "Guess what? I got up and opened the email and found his letter. In the field of algebra, you are Expert, I would like to ask you to review.”
"I'm afraid this won't work Kimir." Wilson was even more proud. "I already know who he is, so I'm not suitable to review it. For such a significant article, you have to be more cautious."
Kimil was shocked when he heard this: "You already know who he is?"
The version on the preprint platform does not have a signature, only a publication ID. How long did it take before Wilson found someone?
Kimmel opened the submission version and went straight to the author's signature.
Jing Changjia, Yujing University.
Yujing University... Could it be that the author of this paper is a student of Professor Lu Chengchuan?
While thinking about it, he added: "It seems that I can't invite Professor Lu Chengchuan to be the reviewer."
Wilson said happily: "Yes, the road is not suitable. You have to look for someone carefully."
"I understand." Kimil breathed out, "So, professor, can you tell me, do you think his argument is successful?"
"It's been less than a day since the paper was published, and no one can tell you whether it is successful or not." Wilson stopped smiling and looked a little serious, "But based on my mathematical intuition, I thought... his idea was very clever and useful. Great possibility.”
After hanging up the phone, Wilson opened his beer and took a big sip, then looked at Lu Chengchuan and muttered, "Why are your late nights so long? I can't wait anymore..."
Professor Wilson was not the only one who was suppressing his impatience and waiting to meet people.
Xie Ziqiang sat on the window seat of the restaurant, drinking cup after cup of hot wine in front of him.
The wines in this capital seemed to be the same as their Yunzhong Highness, warm and soft without any fiery taste.
Such wine would never exist in northern Xinjiang, let alone survive. However, His Highness Yunzhong took root in Northern Xinjiang and grew up as warm as ever.
Thinking of His Highness Yunzhong, Xie Ziqiang raised his head and took a sip of wine, then looked at the cloth bag next to him.
At this moment, the door of the box was opened. Xie Ziqiang didn't even raise his head. He slammed his hand on the table, and his chopsticks jumped up and hit the bamboo curtain by the window.
The curtain fell with a sound, blocking the light from outside the building. The person who entered also walked to sit opposite him at this time.
"Thank you Captain for your hard work."
"Master Lin is not bad either. It's not a pleasant experience to be the governor of the prison." Xie Ziqiang said, "I wonder if your Excellency, can you tell me how our Highness suffered in prison?"
Lin Huo sneered: "The person is gone. Whether he suffered or not, what does it matter?"
He poured a glass of cold wine on his own and said again, "Wujiu has left. You shouldn't go back to Beijing."
"The things His Highness asked me to look for have been found. I must return to Beijing." Xie Ziqiang reached out and picked up the cloth bag beside him and threw it to Lin Huo. "His Highness asked these things to be handed over to Yang Yiheng. I am dressed in commoners and can only be entrusted to Mr. Lin." ”
Lin Huo lowered his eyes and stared at the cloth bag. He took another sip of cold wine before reaching out and opening it.
Surprisingly, what was in the bag was still a certain kind of crop.
Lin Huo picked it up and brushed off the dry soil on the surface, revealing the red skin underneath.
He hesitated and said: "Another kind of potato?"
The last person who brought back potatoes was still Xie Ziqiang. He went to sea under Jing Changjia's orders and returned three years ago, bringing back two crops.
One type of Jing Changjia calls it potato, and the other type is corn.
After three years of trial planting and promotion, these two new grain varieties have now been accepted by the people.
Lin Huo couldn't explain what he felt in his heart: "...he is still ordering you to look for these."
"His Royal Highness Yunzhong has always wanted everyone to have a full stomach." Xie Ziqiang said, "This food is like honey when cooked, and the locals call it honey potato. But His Highness Yunzhong calls it sweet potato and sweet potato. I also have another letter, please Mr. Lin Hand it over together."
As he spoke, he took out the letter from his arms.
The letter was still warm in my arms. Touching the paper with his hand, it seems that he can still hear Jing Changjia's gentle instructions.
"...This plant likes heat and light, but is not cold-tolerant. It needs to be planted in a warm place with plenty of sunshine. Fortunately, it is extremely drought-resistant and has strong adaptability, so it is relatively easy to raise. Brother Heng can choose Henan or Hebei Promote planting with other places in the southwest.”
"There are not many seeds, so we should act with caution. The potatoes are already mature, so we choose experienced farmers to test the planting and slowly figure it out. It is not easy to promote new grain varieties, so we should follow the old laws, exempt them from taxes, and encourage land reclamation."
"Brother Heng, you should take the country as your top priority. Even if you are angry with me, never give up this thing. When a boat is traveling on the water and people are standing in it, you should think about it..."
Yang Yiheng closed his palm, and the white letter paper suddenly crumpled into a ball.
Lin Huo stared at the piece of paper, a vein twitching in his forehead, but he suppressed his dissatisfaction and lowered his head.
"Where is the person who sent the things?" Yang Yiheng asked.
"This person is the fleet of Prince Yunzhong..."
"Xie Ziqiang, I know." Yang Yiheng interrupted him, "Where is he?"
"I don't know," Lin Huo said.
"Then let Zhenfu Si Tiqi look for it!" Yang Yiheng yelled angrily, "Lin Huo, I didn't bring you out of Zhenfu Si's prison to keep you in the dark!"
He threw away the letter and said coldly: "Let him take his fleet and be on standby. People from the Ministry of War will go find them at any time. Since your Highness Yun Zhong has indicated where the sharks are, we must take action." Neither?"
"The sharks are legendary creatures. If you act rashly, many people may be injured." Lin Huo replied.
Yang Yiheng sneered and said: "There is another thing. Since the new grains of potatoes and corn have been promoted and trialed for three years, and the output has increased every year, the agricultural tax exemption should also be collected."
Lin Huo raised his head suddenly.
Yang Yiheng stared into his eyes and said in a cold tone: "Master Lin is dissatisfied, but why don't you see that household complaining to me all day long about poverty? The piles of debts for lack of money and food are higher than anyone else's! Going out to sea to hunt for treasure, collecting annual rent, There has to be something!”
"... Xie Ziqiang brought back another thing, which is a certain kind of tree. He has arranged for special personnel to plant it in Fujian as instructed." Lin Huo said, "I personally invited you to go to Fujian to plant new seedlings for your majesty and train the navy."
"Lin Aiqing is my right-hand man, and I can't live without you." Yang Yiheng refuted, "Leave this matter to Xie Ziqiang. Let him train well, so as not to be unable to explain to my good brother."
Lin Huo bowed and took the order and retreated.
When there was no one else in the Qinzheng Hall, Yang Yiheng personally picked up the piece of paper that had been clumped into a ball and carefully smoothed it out.
Are you looking? He thought: Can you hear what I'm saying?
If you knew it, it would be time for you to respond to me.
The sky is quiet, like a piece of unconscious gauze. Even if the wind blows over it, it won't make any waves.
Only passers-by walking underneath will be trembled by the wind.
Lin Huo followed Feng out of the palace.
He got on his horse, walked through the Zhenfu Si Yamen not far from the palace, and walked slowly to the East Market. The roar of people and the heat of the steaming food on the street suddenly overwhelmed him.
Lin Huo suddenly remembered that when Jing Changjia left Northern Xinjiang, he also slowly walked out of the border town one person and one horse at a time.
He put down his training and rushed to see him off. Jing Changjia was riding on his horse, laughing and waving to him: "Go back, don't delay your training!"
He didn't listen, but stubbornly ran to Jing Changjia's side.
The fourteen-year-old young prince had grown into a tall tree or a sharp spear, and he could already look like a young man when riding on a horse.
What they said at that time is no longer clear in my memory.
But he remembered that he seemed to have asked Jing Changjia: "What are you going to do when you return to Beijing?"
The strong wind in northern Xinjiang never stops. It roars with the sound of chants training in the border town and rolls up Jing Changjia's long bright red cloak.
The seventeen-year-old His Highness Yunzhong stared into the distance with deep compassion in his eyes.
He looked away and said as if jokingly: "There are tens of millions of mansions in the vast building. It can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy. It will be as safe as a mountain even if the wind and rain do not move."
Then he waved his hand with some embarrassment: "Go back, and we will meet in Beijing in the future."
Lin Huo did not leave, but watched him turn around and ride away.
The cape fluttering behind him is like an everlasting military flag.
