Professor Lu Chengchuan, head of the Department of Mathematics at Yukyo University, thinks he has no problem with Longxia University, which is separated by a wall.

Although the next door competes with them for students every year, Professor Lu Chengchuan still recognizes the other party's scientific research level.

As long as the next door doesn't rob him of students, they can still be friends.

Now that he has finally found a good seedling, he may be able to puff up his chest proudly and look at the admissions office next door with his chin in the next few decades.

If only now there was an algebraic genius next door......

As long as Professor Lu thought about it, he felt that he was going to vomit to death.

But fortunately, his old friend Professor Wilson's Longxia language skills are trustworthy, and the author of the paper, who signed Wujiu, is indeed from their Yujing University.

What's even more fortunate is that although Lu Chengchuan doesn't know who "59" is. But as soon as he looked at the content of the paper, he immediately found that it was Jing Changjia's singularity dissolution of positive characteristic domains.

The two little geniuses became 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 that Yukyo University had booked for Professor Wilson, Professor Wilson couldn't put it down with his printout, and along the way he praised Lu Chengchuan for how brilliant the idea of the paper was.

It's just that he's a little hard to understand about some of the attributions. Therefore, he couldn't wait for a minute or second 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, not at all like an old gentleman who had traveled twelve hours.

Lu Chengchuan sighed: "If you don't sleep, other people's children will still sleep." Let's take a break after a day's toss. ”

He threw Wilson's backpack in the corner and asked him, "How did you get this paper?" ”

"Wujiu is on the preprint platform." Wilson was in good spirits and his face was full of red light, "Lu, although there are very few nutritious things on the preprint platform now, your work is also very busy. But as a researcher, you should always keep an eye on cutting-edge areas. ”

"Of course I did." Lu Chengchuan opened the refrigerator in the hotel, "No one replied at the time, I thought it was academic garbage." ”

Wilson laughed, "Then you're missing a great thing." ”

He stood next to him, crossed Lu Chengchuan's hand, and took the lead in taking out a can of cold beer from the refrigerator: "The timing of Wujiu's upload is not a coincidence...... Oh, wait. ”

Wilson's watch alerts that someone is calling.

He connected the communication, and suddenly a voice that Lu Chengchuan was also familiar with came out.

It was Kimir, editor of the Mathematics Yearbook: "Professor Wilson, I hope it doesn't disturb your work. ”

"Of course not." Wilson happily said, "Did you also find that paper on the preprint platform?" ”

"I saw your message to him, such an important paper, I can't miss it." Kimir laughed exaggeratedly, "And guess what? I woke up and opened the email and found his letter. You are an expert in the field of algebra, and 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, and I'm not fit to judge." You have to be more cautious about such a meaningful article. ”

Kimir was shocked when he heard this: "You already know who he is?" ”

The version on the preprint platform has no payment, only a publication ID. How long has it been since Wilson found someone?

Kimir opened the submitted version and went straight to the author's signature.

Jing Changjia of Yukyo University.

Yukyo University ...... Could it be that the author of this paper is a student of Professor Lu Chengchuan?

While thinking, he said, "It seems that I can't invite Professor Lu Chengchuan to do the review." ”

Wilson exulted: "Yes, the road is not suitable. You'll have to look for someone carefully. ”

"I see." Kimir exhaled, "So, Professor, can you tell me if you think his argument was successful?" ”

"It's been less than a day since the paper was issued, and no one can tell you whether it's a success or not." Wilson smiled, looking a little serious, "But with my mathematical intuition, I thought ...... His thinking is very ingenious, and there is a lot of possibility. ”

After hanging up the phone, Wilson pulled out his beer and took a big sip before looking at Lu Chengchuan and muttering a complaint, "Why are your late nights so long?" I can't wait......"

Professor Wilson was not the only one waiting to meet with him.

Xie Ziqiang sat on the window seat of the restaurant, drinking the hot wine in front of him cup after glass.

The wine in this capital seemed to be the same as their highness in the clouds, warm and soft, without any fiery taste.

Such wine will not exist at all in northern Xinjiang, let alone survive. However, His Highness Yunzhong has taken root in the northern Xinjiang and has grown up as warm as ever.

Thinking of His Highness Yunzhong, Xie Ziqiang raised his head and took a big sip of wine, and then looked at the cloth bag beside him.

The door of the box was opened at this time, Xie Ziqiang did not raise his head, his hand slapped the table hard, and the chopsticks suddenly jumped up and hit the bamboo curtain by the window.

The curtain fell, blocking the light from outside. The person who entered the door also walked to the opposite side of him and sat down.

"Thank you, Captain, for your hard work."

"Lord Lin is not bad, and the taste of calming down the prison is not good." Xie Ziqiang said, "I wonder if you can tell me that our Highness has suffered in prison?" ”

Lin Shu sneered: "The person is gone." What does it matter if you suffer or not? ”

He poured himself a glass of cold wine, and then spoke: "No blame has left, you shouldn't go back to Beijing." ”

"What His Highness asked me to find has been found, and I must return to Beijing." Xie Ziqiang stretched out his hand to pick up the cloth bag beside him and threw it to Lin Shu, "Your Highness entrusts these things to Yang Yiheng, and I am dressed in cloth, so I can only entrust them to Lord Lin." ”

Lin Shu stared at the cloth bag with lowered eyes, took another sip of cold wine, and then reached out to open it.

Unexpectedly, it was still a certain crop.

Lin Shu picked it up and brushed away the dried clods of dirt on its face, revealing the red skin underneath.

He hesitated and said, "Another kind of potato? ”

The last time I brought back potatoes, it was still Xie Ziqiang. He led Jing Changjia's order to go to sea, and when he came back three years ago, he brought back two crops.

One Jing Changjia calls it a potato, and the other is corn.

After three years of trial planting and popularization, these two new grain varieties have been accepted by the people.

Lin Shu couldn't tell what he felt in his heart: "...... He is still commanding you to seek these. ”

"His Highness Yunzhong has always wanted everyone to have their stomachs full." Xie Ziqiang said, "This thing is cooked like honey, and the locals call it honey potato." But His Highness in the clouds called it sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes. There is another letter, which I also ask Lord Lin to pass on. ”

He said as he took the letter from his bosom.

The letter was in his bosom, still warm. Touching the paper with his hand, it seems that he can still hear Jing Changjia's soft voice.

“…… This thing likes temperature and light, is afraid of cold and is not cold-tolerant, and needs to be planted in a warm place with plenty of sun. But fortunately, it is extremely drought tolerant and adaptable, so it is still easy to maintain. Heng Geer can choose Henan, Hebei and southwest places to promote planting. ”

"There are not many seeds, so cherish them. The potatoes have been completed, so they choose experienced farmers, experiment with planting, and slowly try to figure it out. It is not easy to implement new grain varieties, so we should follow the old law to exempt them from taxes and encourage land reclamation. ”

"Brother Heng should put the community first, even if he is angry with me, he must not give up this thing. The boat is on the water, and people stand in it, and they should think about the ......"

As soon as Yang Yiheng's palm was closed, the snow-white letter paper was suddenly crumpled.

Lin Shu stared at the piece of paper, his forehead jumped, but he was dissatisfied and lowered his head.

"Where's the person who delivered it?" Yang Yiheng asked.

"This man is the fleet of the king of the clouds......"

"Xie Ziqiang, I know." Yang Yiheng interrupted him, "Where is he?" ”

"I don't know." Lin Yu said.

"Then let the calming priest go and find it!" Yang Yiheng reprimanded angrily, "Lin Yu, I brought you out of the Suppression Prison, not for you to ask three questions!" ”

He threw away the letter and said coldly: "Let him take his fleet on standby, and the people from the military department will go to them at any time." Since your Highness in the clouds has instructed the merman to where, we must always do something, yes or no? ”

"The merman is a legendary thing, and if you act rashly, you are afraid that many people will be injured." Lin replied.

Yang Yiheng sneered, and said: "There is another thing, the new grain planting potatoes and corn, since the promotion and trial planting for three years, the annual output has surged, and the exempted agricultural tax should also be collected." ”

Lin Shu looked up sharply.

Yang Yiheng stared at his eyes, and his tone was cold: "Lord Lin is dissatisfied, but why don't you see that the household is crying with me all day long, and the folds of lack of money and food are piled up higher than others!" Go to sea to hunt for treasure, collect annual rent, there must be the same! ”

“…… Xie Ziqiang brought back another thing, which was some kind of tree. It has been arranged to be planted in Fujian according to the instructions. Lin Shu said, "The minister invited himself to go to Fujian to plant new seedlings for His Majesty and train sailors." ”

"Lin Aiqing is my right-hand man, and I can't do without you." Yang Yiheng refuted, "This matter will be handed over to Xie Ziqiang to do." Let him train well, lest he not be able to explain to my good brother. ”

Lin Shu bowed down and took the order to retreat.

When there was no one in the Qinzheng Palace, Yang Yiheng personally picked up the letter paper that had been caught in a ball and carefully smoothed it down.

Are you watching? He thought: Can you hear what I'm saying?

If you know, it's time to respond to me.

The sky is quiet, like an unconscious gauze. The long wind swept through it, and it couldn't make the slightest wave.

Only passers-by who walk below will be swept out by the wind and shiver.

Lin Hou followed the wind out of the palace.

He turned over his horse, passed through the Yamen of the Zhenfu Division not far from the palace, and slowly walked to Dongshi. The sound of boiling people and the steaming heat of food on the street suddenly overwhelmed him.

Lin Shu suddenly remembered that when Jing Changjia left the northern frontier that year, he was also a border city that slowly walked out of one person and one horse.

He put down his training and rushed to see him off, Jing Changjia rode on his horse, laughed and waved to him: "Go back, don't delay the training!" ”

He didn't listen, just stubbornly ran to Jing Changjia's side.

At the age of fourteen, the little prince had grown into a tall tree or a sharp spear, and he could already see the appearance of a young man on a horse.

What they said at the time, I can't remember it anymore.

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 the north never stopped, and it came with the sound of the trumpet of training in the border city, rolling up Jing Changjia's long bright red cloak.

The seventeen-year-old Cloud Highness stared into the distance, with deep compassion in his eyes.

He retracted his gaze and said as if jokingly: "There are tens of thousands of mansions, sheltering the world's poor people are happy, and the wind and rain are not moving. ”

Then he waved his hand a little embarrassedly: "You go back, let's see you in Beijing in the future." ”

Lin Shu didn't leave, but watched him turn around and beat his horse away.

The cloak behind him fluttered like an eternal military flag.