Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

I don't know if it's a psychological effect. After burning incense and worshiping Buddha, Li Zhengyi always felt that the experiment in this group became smooth again.

When other groups do comparative experiments, they often have to do five, six, seven or eight times, but this group can often reach a conclusion after two or three times. Occasionally, the experimental dog dripped the wrong reagent, and it turned out that the experimental effect was good.

However, when this happened twice a week, Li Zhengyi couldn't help but go to the censer to burn three more incense sticks at noon.

In fact, mistakes in the reagents or the wrong order in the laboratory are much more frequent than normal people imagine.

A slightly more complicated experiment can even be said to be completely correct only once in a while, and those failed experiments, if they want to achieve results like the legends, it can hardly be called an ideal, it is almost a dream .

However, in Gu Qiang's group, such things still happen from time to time.

Gu Qiang didn't feel anything special, when he was serious about doing experiments, it was often so easy.

Besides, Wang Liangcai's group is progressing very fast, and it seems that they are about to catch up with his group. To celebrate or be happy, it is a bit extravagant for Gu Qiang.

In the laboratory, the one who can really relax and celebrate is Yang Rui himself.

He didn't have to do it himself, and the newly created experimental technology worked well. The groups were chasing after each other, and the progress was extremely fast. As the person in charge, Yang Rui was naturally relaxed.

Although the project of cloning sheep cannot be compared with the Manhattan Project, it is also the most powerful project in biology. It is exhausting enough to host such a project and control the direction. In addition, independent "development" of new With advanced experimental techniques, Yang Rui felt that he should take a good rest.

At two o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday, Yang Rui greeted everyone and left work early to go home.

Wang Liangcai, Gu Qiang and others didn't realize it, but the coolie lab dogs were a little envious of the director's freewheeling, leaving get off work at two o'clock, how easy it must be.

Compared with the pleasure that the researchers get from the progress of the experiment, the life of the coolie experiment dog is even more boring. It is basically equivalent to the working class in the laboratory, with the most labor and the lowest sense of accomplishment.

As for the person with the highest sense of accomplishment, he is naturally the person in charge of the laboratory.

Owning your own laboratory is the lifelong pursuit of a scholar, and it is also the unparalleled sense of accomplishment.

Exploring nature and achieving the future, not everyone has the opportunity to do so.

If you can freely explore

"Yang Rui is back." Yang Rui opened the door with the key, and heard the excited cry of a child from inside.

Yang Rui turned his head, smiled, and shouted: "Is it Xiaolu?"

Xiaolu is the daughter of Jing Yulan's cousin, Zhao Ping, who studies in the primary school attached to Beijing Normal University. After Jing Yulan returned to the capital, she walked around her cousin's house more frequently, and the two sides would see each other from time to time.

Hearing Yang Rui's answer, Xiao Lu gave up the snacks on the table without hesitation, rushed to the door, and threw herself into Yang Rui's arms.

"Be careful, don't trip over the stone." Yang Rui said, but quickly caught Xiaolu.

"Mom said you came back at night, I don't believe it, they just like to lie to children." Xiao Lu is very cute, with sharp teeth, she speaks slowly but clearly.

Yang Rui put Xiaolu on the ground with a smile, and said, "Your mother didn't lie to you, I left work early today."

"Have you eaten yet?" Jing Yulan also came out from inside.

"Chef Yu made it." Yang Rui greeted Zhao Ping again before shedding his coat and scarf.

Although I live in a courtyard house, in winter, in order to keep warm, the courtyard in the middle of the room can be closed with glass, which is a bit like a greenhouse, and the ventilation needs to be controlled.

In future generations, it will cost one to two hundred thousand yuan just to decorate the roof of such a yard, and it will be even more expensive to make an electric one, and most of the cost is labor. Labor in the 1980s was very cheap, but there were no professional decoration companies.

The Beijing Construction Corporation that Yang Rui found,

It is for the construction of countless strange buildings in the city. The technology is good and cheap. Although it does not do decoration for private individuals, it is naturally difficult for Yang Rui to make an exception.

"What I like most is your yard. It is ventilated in summer and warm in winter. There are so many yards in old Beijing, and they are much bigger and tidy. If you can think of building a yard, it is your home." Zhao Ping said again He praised: "As expected of a cultural person, he is smart."

Yang Rui couldn't help laughing: "It has nothing to do with us, the engineer came up with the plan."

"Yulan has already said it. It was you who proposed it. If you didn't say it, the engineer would never have thought of doing it." Zhao Ping complimented her a little.

The corner of Yang Rui's mouth twitched twice, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Last time, why did my cousin, Comrade Zhao Ping, have such a good attitude? It seems to be to promote their bank's loan mission.

Banks in the 1980s were like this. There were various tasks every month, and the higher-ups pressed down on the lower-level ones and threw them out. It didn’t matter whether you could complete them or not—of course, there would be bonuses if you could complete them, and you would suffer if you couldn’t. Yes, there are those who deduct bonuses, wages and forced overtime.

It is also because of this that banks before 2000 were not considered particularly good units, and people with a little family background were usually reluctant to go.

In other units, it’s fine to ask for help once or twice, but in the bank, who can afford to ask for help every month.

However, the business in the bank often involves huge numbers, which is not something that ordinary small relationships can handle.

At this time, Xiao Lu felt bored, grabbed Yang Rui's clothes, and shouted: "Yang Rui, let's play."

"What are you playing?" Yang Rui took the opportunity to squat down to coax the child.

Xiaolu blinked her big black eyes and said, "You can play with anything, Yang Rui, let's play together, don't want them."

Zhao Ping said: "Don't call me Yang Rui, but Uncle."

"No." Xiaolu shook her head firmly and said, "Yang Rui."

Zhao Ping smiled helplessly, and said embarrassingly: "This guy, he doesn't care about others when he goes to other people's houses. I don't know why, but he likes to cling to your Yang Rui."

No matter what her mother said, Xiaolu just grabbed Yang Rui's clothes and refused to let go.

In the words of later generations, this little guy in front of him is an out-and-out face control.

She likes good-looking brothers and sisters, but naturally she doesn't bother to talk to bad-looking ones.

Yang Rui happened to get out of the siege, told Zhao Ping that it was all right, and took Xiao Lu to...the kitchen to look for food.

Anyway, this little guy is very happy as long as he follows him, and he doesn't care what he does.

The two worked together to make a few cold dishes, and Yang Rui set up the tea utensils in the middle of the yard, and drank happily.

The Pu-erh tea he has stored is enough for him to pick up and drink for hundreds of years.

If only the biotechnology at that time could grow to this extent.

"Xiao Lu, don't you have homework to ask uncle?" Zhao Ping and Jing Yulan chatted in the room for a while, then came out again.

Xiao Lu pouted and said, "I want to ask again at night."

"I'll go back tonight, hurry up and ask." Zhao Ping handed the homework to Xiao Lu.

Yang Rui was even more surprised, and said, "I still have homework to ask."

"You wrote it." Xiaolu said, turned to the next page, and handed it to Yang Rui.

At the top of the homework book is an article on reading comprehension: "The Discovery Story of Nobel Laureate Yang Rui".

Yang Rui's expression suddenly became embarrassing, "you wrote it", this is "you wrote it".

囧囧囧, Yang Rui is still a little curious about how elementary school students write their own writing in their reading comprehension.

So, I followed the article and read it.

But it was Yang Rui who made up the story about the discovery of PCR on the eighteen mountain roads...

There are not many words in reading comprehension itself, but there are many questions behind it.

After staring at Yang Rui, Xiao Lu pointed to the third question and said, "Yang Rui, I'm asking you here, why you were able to solve the scientific discovery from the mountain road at that time."

"This... shouldn't we find the answer from the article?" Yang Rui looked at Zhao Ping and Jing Yulan helplessly.

The two had already covered their mouths and laughed.

Yang Rui finally understood, so he could only follow the article, point it out to Xiao Lu, and said, "Here, because I am diligent in thinking, I think about this question every day, so I suddenly thought of it."

"Is that so?" Xiao Lu looked up at Yang Rui.

Yang Rui said: "Some people are like this."

"Are you?" Xiao Lu continued to ask.

Yang Rui grew up in the era when chicken soup was poisonous, and when asked a few words by the little girl, he said, "No."

"How did you come up with this idea?"

"It's mainly because I'm smart." Xiaolu nodded in agreement, obviously more convinced by the answer, and immediately picked up a pen and wrote it under the question.

The three adults were all in a daze, but they surprisingly didn't stop her.