The fleet returned quietly and left quietly.
It was like an ordinary caravan. After filling up the capital with fashionable fabrics and jewelry, it also carried half a boatload of new grains, and then loaded down the canal. Hundreds of thousands of floating grain teams blended into the autumn and were never seen again.
Songwu stood at the pier for a long time before getting on his horse and heading out of the capital.
Now is the autumn harvest season, and he wants to go to all the villages outside Beijing that have planted new grain seeds to ask about this year's grain planting and farmers' lives.
This is the task assigned to him by His Highness. Even if His Highness never comes back in the future, he will continue to do it.
He walked from village to village carrying paper, pens, scraps of silver and a cloth bag. After dark, stay overnight in the village and set off again at dawn. A week passed like this before we reached Shenlie Village at the foot of Shenlie Mountain.
The autumn harvest in Shenlie Village is busy. After a household has harvested its autumn grain, it has to calculate the annual rent. This is an annual event, and people in the village are extremely busy and enthusiastic.
So when Songwu arrived, he didn't look for anyone to chat with. Carrying only the hoe, he went into the fields.
The whole village of Shenlie Village is built on the mountain, relying on the springs flowing from the mountain. The spring water in Pianna is not abundant and cannot moisten much land. Therefore, there are only a few acres of high-quality farmland in the entire village.
But Zhuzhu's fields are all inferior fields. His fields are remote and have less water. But this kind of land is just right for experimenting with growing potatoes.
Seeing him, Zhuzi was particularly happy, and quickly asked him to choose potatoes, saying that he would go home after finishing his work, roast large potatoes with salt, and give them to his brother Wu to taste them.
There were three backpacks beside him, and the straw straps were tied around his waist with a piece of bark, moving with the movement of the pillars.
Songgo looked at it for a few times and couldn't help but ask: "What's going on with your three baskets?"
"One is for seed storage, one is for rent, and the rest is my own." Zhuzi explained with a smile, "This saves trouble."
Songwu had long known about the rent collection this year from the previous village, and even a new grain tax was added to those who planted new grains.
The new grain tax has requirements on the size of the grain to be paid for rent. If sold outside, a basket of large potatoes could earn Zhu Zhu dozens of extra cents.
Shogo picked up the potatoes and asked casually: "After paying the rent, can you still live?"
"It's much better than before." Zhu Zhu scratched his face and smiled honestly, "The Holy Spirit is merciful and exempted the rent for three years in one go. There is also that... subsidy for growing new grains! Yes, Brother Songwu, what do you think? subsidy. Now my family has some savings.”
Those days were really better than before. You can keep some of the food you grow and sell some for takeout. The aristocratic men in Beijing have never eaten potatoes, and they were always willing to pay a high price to buy them.
Last year, fewer men bought potatoes, but more people wanted potatoes at Jingzhong Restaurant. His potatoes are always sold.
I received the subsidy from Brother Songwu and sold potato seeds, and slowly saved some money.
He invited a doctor to come to see his mother's legs, and bought new cloth clothes for his mother-in-law and children. This year I also want to repair my family’s house.
"Although I have to pay more rent now, I also have a lot of food, and my life is better than before." Zhu Zhu said sincerely, "The nobles in the palace also need to eat, so they can't always be free." I got the rent. It’s good now.”
After listening to his words, Songgo felt inexplicably relieved.
Among the test-breeding families selected by the Prince's Palace, Zhuzhu's family is the most difficult. It couldn't be better if he can still live his life.
Songgo took off his cloth bag and took out a few sweet potatoes: "I also have a new kind of grain here. Are you willing to try it? You can eat it raw. If you grow it, I will give you an extra subsidy." Two pieces of silver."
Zhuzi's eyes lit up, and he nodded without hesitation: "Okay! Brother Songwu, don't worry, I will definitely plant it properly!"
"I feel relieved to leave it to you." Songwu said with a smile, "But the subsidy was given to you privately by Prince Yunzhong. It was not given by the court or me."
Zhuzi didn't know what the difference was, but after Songgo said this, he nodded blankly.
Seeing that Songwu helped him dig a basket of potatoes and was about to leave, he hesitantly called someone and asked with some hesitation: "Brother Songwu... Your Highness Yunzhong, will you still teach children to read poetry?"
Songwu was stunned when he heard this. Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhu Zhu immediately said anxiously: "I, I, I either want to interfere with His Highness's affairs, or..."
"It would be good for the children to know a few more words." Shogo said softly.
Zhuzi nodded blankly.
Shogo smiled: "Maybe. His Highness will never ignore you."
He always wanted to do his best to make the world a better place.
Songwu raised his head and looked at Mingwa in the sky: Your Highness, there has been no sign of you for several days. What are you doing now?
…
His Highness Yunzhong, who was being remembered, was waiting for the installation workers of the TV brand to come to build an extra-large TV wall for his study.
Unexpectedly, Professor Lu Chengchuan and Professor Wilson met the installation workers at the gate.
Lu Chengchuan looked at the TV, which was at least 150 inches, and couldn't help but ask: "You said you were not free today, is this it? Why do you have such a big TV at home?"
"Live broadcast." Jing Changjia smiled, "Come in quickly."
Lu Chengchuan led Wilson in. While changing his shoes, he stretched his neck to look at the decoration workers. He couldn't help but said: "What kind of live broadcast? You young people are thinking about doing live broadcasts every day. I will tell you My little classmate, now is the time for you to concentrate on your studies."
Wilson Long Xia speaks normally, but from his tone you can tell that he is lecturing a child. He quickly patted Lu Chengchuan and opened his arms to Jing Changjia: "wujiu! I'm Wilson."
Jing Changjia hugged him warmly: "Professor Wilson, I was reading your paper on the Hodge Conjecture yesterday."
"What a coincidence." Wilson laughed, "I was reading your paper yesterday too!"
Without any explanation, he pulled Jing Changjia to sit down, took out his paper and started asking questions.
Lu Chengchuan stood on one side with his arms folded and sulked. After a minute, his legs and legs were no longer in control and he walked to the other side of Jing Changjia, picked up a pen and started discussing together.
The installation master had already confirmed the effect with Jing Changjia, and seeing the lively discussion over there in Buyigo, he didn't bother them. Only when the installation was finally confirmed, Jing Changjia was asked to go over and see the effect.
The 150-inch TV covers almost an entire wall of the small study. Jing Changjia looked at their China Unicom signal and adjusted the resolution.
When Yang Heng got out of school at noon and rushed home with the flyer for the finals of the Mermaid Competition, he was greeted by scratch paper all over the floor.
Yang Heng looked up dully and saw two unknown old men and his own brother. They stood up and stretched in unison.
Yang Heng: "...What are you doing?"
"Xiao Heng is out of school? Then collect all the draft papers on the floor and put them in my study so that they won't be lost. Let's go to the store to eat." Jing Changjia said with a smile.
Yang Heng looked at his brother, then at the other two old gentlemen, sighed resignedly, squatted down and began to collect the draft paper on the ground: "Why did you write so much?"
Wilson laughed sheepishly.
This old man is the main culprit of throwing away scratch paper. He has an obsessive perfectionism about mathematical formulas. If there were two more wrong characters on a piece of paper, he wouldn't take it.
Yang Heng packed up quickly, went downstairs and got in the car, and started bargaining with his brother: "I want to watch the mermaid final, you buy me a ticket."
Jing Changjia turned to look at the flyer in his hand and found that it was the mermaid contest that he had broadcast live to Hong Chao at the Science and Technology Museum.
Thinking of using its promotional video to show off, Jing Changjia nodded happily: "Okay."
After receiving his brother's assurance, Yang Heng was in a good mood and leaned over to chat with his brother again: "Who are those two people?"
"One won the Nobel Prize more than 20 years ago, and the other is the dean of Yujing Institute of Mathematics," Jing Changjia said.
Yang Heng's eyes widened, and before he could sigh, he heard the old man in the front seat laugh again: "I understand this sentence, but I have never won a Nobel."
Professor Wilson turned his head and smiled at Yang Heng and said: "There is no Nobel Prize in mathematics, so I won the Wheatfield Prize. You young people like to call it the 'Nobel Prize in mathematics'."
As Wilson spoke, he glanced at Jing Changjia with a particularly kind look, then looked away and said to Yang Heng: "Kid, you have to remember this award. Maybe in a few years, your brother will take home a trophy."
Mathematics is the soil where science is nurtured, and the results of mathematics are the wheat seedlings in the soil.
Therefore, this highest award in mathematics is called "Wheat Field".
It was born a century ago and is selected only once every four years. In each selection, the Wheat Medal will only be awarded to mathematicians under the age of forty.
It is the crown that all young mathematicians want to win. But it only selects the most talented and powerful young people in the past four years.
"I don't dare to think about this." Jing Changjia smiled and shook his head, "My biggest wish now is that the paper can be published smoothly."
The last Wheatfield Award was awarded two years ago, and the new Wheatfield Award will also be held next year. Jing Changjia didn't think he could catch up.
Wilson looked back at Lu Chengchuan with a smile: "Don't worry about whether it can be published. The fact that you can write this article proves your extraordinary mathematical mind. The most important thing you should do now is let Lu Chengchuan issue you a diploma, and then Come to Buyigo and be my student.”
"Don't you want to do the Hodge conjecture? Our directions are so consistent, we were born to do research together!"
"Don't even think about it." Lu Chengchuan refuted his words without hesitation, "No one can compete with me for students."
But what Wilson said about graduating early really touched Lu Chengchuan's nerves.
As he said, even if Jing Changjia's paper was not successfully published, in the field of mathematics, he had already far surpassed his peers and even far surpassed some teachers in the School of Mathematics.
To ask such students to study, take exams, and graduate step by step is to bury their talents.
At the speed of mathematics annual reports, even if the paper is published, it will be a long time later.
Maybe he should really think carefully about Jing Changjia's early graduation.
