Into Unscientific Chapter 278

   Deutschland.

  Southeastern Lower Saxony.

  Göttingen.

  The sun after the rain was exceptionally bright, a rainbow lay across the blue sky, and the air was fresh with a touch of sweetness.

  Göttingen is the well-deserved academic capital of Germany, a city with the highest average academic qualifications.

   In 2022.

  In this small city of only 130,000 people, there is one college student in every four people.

  46 Nobel laureates have either read or taught here.

  Looking at the whole world, it is difficult for you to find a second similar city.

   Right now.

  Southeast of the University of Göttingen, in front of a hut near the Yaromi Park.

  An old man over sixty years old was leisurely leaning on a chair, flipping through a certain book with great interest.

  The cover of the book page is impressively written with a title:

   "Experimental Research in Electricity" (Volume Two), printed and published by the Royal Society Press.

   In addition, there is a line of small print below the title:

  Author: Michael Faraday.

  “.Matters can be non-magnetic, but the process of electric induction and electrolysis proves that electricity has a huge advantage in energy, and they can act like magnetism.”

  “.In summary, a diamagnet repels or disperses the magnetic field lines, while a paramagnet attracts or concentrates the magnetic field lines.”

   "The above is the entire content of the second volume of "Experimental Research in Electricity". The third volume is expected to be released within three years. Postcards, blades, and mouth **** can all be sent to the House of Grace at Hampton Court Palace in Surrey"

   Read this paragraph.

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  The old man who had reread this work for the thirty-seventh time closed the pages of the book heavily, and patted it on the small round table beside him.

  The originally relished expression changed instantly, and he cursed:

   "It was clearly agreed to be three years, but three years later and three years later, three years later and three years later, the agreed update has been delayed!"

   "The last chapter was a **** mess, Faraday, Verdammte Scheie!"

  The assistant on the side looked at the angry little old man with a helpless and funny expression.

  The little old man in front of him, as the founder of the Göttingen School of Mathematics, has single-handedly made Göttingen the birthplace of modern mathematics, and has a great reputation in Germany and even Europe.

  Looking at European academia.

  Nowadays, there is only one person who can drive the little old man crazy and helpless.

   That's Michael Faraday.

  The first person in contemporary physics wrote the first word of "Experimental Research on Electricity" in 1839, and now 11 years have passed, but only two volumes have been updated.

   But that one is still hob meat, saying nothing will be changed.

  Every time someone sends out a reminder letter, that person always replies with a perfunctory reply of "I'm working on it!"

   I don't know how long this old man will be angry this time, it's not good if he gets sick

   Just as the assistant's thoughts were fluttering, a figure suddenly appeared on the trail not far away.

  The person who came was a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a beard all over his face, but what was more striking was his hairstyle:

  The temples are shaved very thin, and the hair on the top is neatly combed to the left, somewhat similar to the high-quality human males of later generations, as if they will drag their hips to give you an awkward dance as they walk.

  At this time, the young man was holding a thin piece of paper tightly in his hand, his steps and breathing were a little messy, and he shouted at the little old man from a distance:

   "Teacher, teacher!"

  The little old man frowned when he saw this, obviously not satisfied with the young man's panic.

  So he put his hands behind his back, did not take the initiative to greet the other party, and his expression was indifferent.

  Looking at the other party running in front of him solemnly, he said:

   "Bornhard, how many times have I told you that those of us who do mathematics must not be impatient."

   "When people are impatient, they may make mistakes in the calculation process. Look at me, never."

   As a result, the little old man was interrupted by the young man opposite before he finished speaking:

   "Mr. Gauss, something happened, something really happened!"

  The little old man, that is, Friedrich Gauss, couldn't help but frown, and the dissatisfaction on his face became more and more obvious.

  Since his best disciple Ferdinand Eisenstein was imprisoned two years ago, Gauss regarded the young man named Bernhard Riemann in front of him as his successor.

  Riemann's performance is obviously okay on weekdays, why is he suddenly in such a panic today?

   Then Gauss sighed, and said earnestly:

   "Bornhard, I have taught you countless times, even if you encounter big things, you must be calm, calm and understand?"

   "We are in the hinterland of Germany, what can break the sky? It can't be that Faraday is dying, right?"

   Riemann swallowed, and said weakly to Gauss:

   "Teacher, you are right, we just received a telegram that Mr. Faraday is critically ill."

  Gauss was stunned when he heard the words, obviously his mind was down.

   After regaining consciousness.

  His body leaned forward suddenly, his voice suddenly raised a bit, and all the saliva spewed out:

"What did you say?"

   Riemann wiped the saliva that Gauss sprayed on his face, and wanted to say that the teacher's foie gras cholesterol is too high and his health is not good, but in the end he said honestly:

   "Teacher, about an hour ago, we received a telegram forwarded from Berlin."

   "The sender of the telegram is Cambridge University, and the content is that Mr. Faraday is critically ill. I hope we can rush to Cambridge University as soon as possible to see him for the last time."

   "Then why didn't you say it earlier!"

  Gauss snatched the telegram in Riemann's hand, glanced at it in a hurry, and immediately blushed.

   After a few seconds.

  He picked up Riemann's collar with one hand and walked away:

   "Go, go to London!"

   "Teacher, please calm down, you may not be able to buy a boat ticket at such a late hour"

   "Then let's row the boat by ourselves!"

  A similar scene happened almost simultaneously in every corner of Germany.

   Except for a few people who really couldn't be contacted, a total of twenty-seven mathematicians of different ages set off for the UK.

Of course.

   Xu Yun, who was on the British Peninsula, knew nothing about it. After leaving Faraday's office, he went to the library to study as usual.

  The next morning.

  Xu Yun came to an open space early in the morning, and Lao Tang and others greeted a big guy:

  The artifact from the Royal Greenwich Observatory is currently the largest telescope in the world.

   This telescope also has an official name called "Dodoro", which sounds a lot like a drama from later generations.

  The whole body of 'Duoduoluo' is made of steel, with a diameter of 1.6 meters, which is much thicker than what Xu Yun assembled in the Northern Song Dynasty copy.

  However, compared with the telescope in the Northern Song Dynasty copy, "Duoduoluo" is slightly inferior in length:

   Its length is 26 feet, equivalent to about 7.92 meters in standard scale.

  Xu Yun chose an open space with high terrain, which is about 500 meters away from the area where the photoelectric effect experiment was done before.

   It was mentioned earlier in the Northern Song Dynasty copy.

   The observation of astronomical telescopes is greatly affected by the terrain, and the higher the terrain, the better.

  For example, when Lao Su and the others observed the moon, they chose a small hill outside Bianjing.

  But now, in order to raise the popularity as much as possible, it is obviously impossible for Xu Yun to place the observation site outside the school.

  So he had no choice but to relax the requirements on the observation conditions, and chose such a relatively high point in Cambridge Town.

  This method will inevitably bring resistance to the observation, but it is already the best method Xu Yun can find so far.

   The process of assembling the equipment does not require Xu Yun to do it himself. At this moment, he is standing aside, flipping through a stack of documents in his hand.

  Besides him, besides Lao Tang, stood a middle-aged man with glasses and extremely obvious nasolabial folds.

after awhile.

  Xu Yun closed the manuscript in his hand, and said gratefully to the middle-aged man:

   "Mr. Airy, I really trouble you this time."

   That's right.

   This middle-aged man is none other than Hubert Airy's father, George Biddle Airy, the current director of the Greenwich Observatory.

  Hearing Xu Yun's words, George Biddle Alley glanced at him and shook his head slightly:

   "Since we have agreed to cooperate with Gewushe, these things are naturally what we should do, student Luo Feng, you don't need to thank you."

  George Biddle Alley's tone was a little flat or with a sense of distance.

   It can be seen that his mood is a bit complicated.

   In fact it is.

   Not long ago.

  George Biddle Airy received the letter from his son Hubert Airy, which mentioned in detail the three rounds of experiments that Xu Yun had done before.

   As the master who later calculated the density of the earth and the future president of the Royal Society, George Biddle Alley is very rich in both experimental experience and knowledge reserves.

  So he quickly understood the experimental principle mentioned in Hubert Ally's letter, and was amazed by the experimental design of "Mr. Fat Fish".

after that.

  He spent another half a day inquiring about what Xu Yun had done, hesitated again and again, and finally agreed to Xu Yun's cooperation intention.

  So this morning.

  He personally arrived in Cambridge with the 'Duoduoluo' telescope and a large number of observation records, and completed the official delivery with Xu Yun.

   But on the other hand.

  Although this experiment has the mysterious "Mr. Fat Fish" as the main designer, Xu Yun is still too young.

  In addition, this matter is related to George Biddle Airy's political career, so the current director of the Observatory in Greenwich is inevitably a little nervous and worried.

  After all, my situation is not good, and I have guaranteed such a thing right now.

  Once the observation fails.

  He can basically consider where to dance square dance after retirement.

  Compared to George Biddle Alley's complicated mood, Xu Yun was much more peaceful.

   Just a Pluto.

  In the case of all the tools and people, it is basically enough to calculate the trajectory with hands.

  See that ax on him?

   This is called sincerity!

   If there is still an accident, he will eat this thing clean on the spot!

   "Luo Feng."

   Just as Xu Yun was about to look through other observation records, someone beside him suddenly called out his name.

  Xu Yun turned his head.

  I found my old acquaintance Avelyn standing seven or eight meters away, and .

  Sylph.

  At this time, the little girl had already changed into a children's version of a nun's costume—of course, there are no nuns in the Protestant Church. This is a special orphan costume made by the Protestant Association for the orphanage affiliated to the church, but the style refers to the color of the nun's costume.

   Other than that.

  Sylph's hair and skin are also well-groomed.

  Although the overall look is still a bit awkward, but at least he no longer looks like a vagrant.

  Britain can be called the hegemony of the world these days, so the quality of Protestant food is also very high. It is estimated that Sylph will gradually become healthy in a short time.

   After coming to Xu Yun and Lao Tang.

  Sylph looked weakly at George Biddle Alley, whose face was sinking like water, and said weakly to Xu Yun and Lao Tang:

   "Mr. Luo Feng, Mr. Thomson, good morning."

  Xu Yun touched her head with a smile, and replied:

   "Good morning, Sylph."

  Lao Tang also showed a rare soft smile, and nodded to her:

"good morning."

   Then Xu Yun bent down again and asked the little girl:

   "How is it, Sylph, are you still used to living in church?"

  Sylph hummed softly, and said tenderly:

   "Mr. Luo Feng, the uncles and aunts in the church are all nice people, they don't have to work, and they don't bully people like Kars."

  Xu Yun nodded slightly, and then touched Sylph's little head.

   He doesn't know Kars, but based on Sylph's past experience, it is not difficult to judge that the other party should be a member of the thieves gang.

   Then Xu Yun glanced at the small purse that Sylph was still holding, and sighed slightly.

  This action is exactly the same as when we first met, which shows that she still hasn't completely let go of her guard against the current environment.

  This is a spontaneous behavioral suggestion in psychology, just like many people tend to hold their mobile phones or wallets when they are nervous, hoping to achieve the effect of psychological comfort.

  It seems that it will take a long time for Sylph to completely let go of her guard.

   Then Xu Yun chatted with Aveline for a while, and then continued to prepare for the observation.

   That night.

  With the assistance of William Whewell, a wooden sign was erected outside the doors of each dormitory.

  The content on the wooden sign is very simple, the title is a line of big characters:

  【Seven days later, outside the Denak Building of Cambridge University, welcome to witness the journey of finding the ninth planet】

   Below the title is a large paragraph:

  【Have you ever heard the legend that besides the eight known planets, there is another planet in the solar system that rotates day after day at the end of the distant and cold universe】

  【There is no sound in that world, but it is waiting for a sound】

  【No one could see it before, so they say it doesn't exist】

  【However, there are still such a small group of people in the world who claim to have heard the lonely cry for help from the stars, even though it has traveled through a long and distant time and space, it is still clear】

  【It seems to be saying】

  【Fu Ge V Fifty, I also want to eat Crazy Thursday. 】

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