Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

After Zhang Boming left, Jing Yulan realized that there were only two people left in the room. Her mind was still in shock of the 2,000 yuan manuscript fee. High royalties?"

"A popular science article called "Biosphere" has tens of thousands of words, so the manuscript fee is relatively high." Yang Rui put away the manuscript fee notice and passbook, and it depends on whether he can continue to eat meat in the future. Although the WestJet factory gave a lot of money, it was inconvenient to reveal it. Furthermore, whether it is legal or not for the Chinese to register a company in Hong Kong is another matter, and it would be troublesome to reveal it.

"Do you have "Science Pictorial" here? Let me take a look." It's not good for Jing Yulan to leave now, she might as well find something to do.

Yang Rui nodded, and took out several "Science Pictorial" from the bookcase. Before writing the article, he bought a copy of "Science Pictorial" to see the style of the article, and later bought two more copies, and never read it again. Compared with the science fiction of later generations, the science pictorials of the 1980s were not advanced enough.

Jing Yulan is a girl who studies literature, she only reads literature and not science, but she reads it with gusto. The entry point of "Biosphere" is very good, and it is something that is happening in a foreign country. Yang Rui's popular science article can be published in a national magazine, so the readability is not weak.

The magazine even asked Yang Rui for a manuscript, but unfortunately he had already earned his first pot of gold and started preparing to publish a paper, so he had no time to work on novels.

Compared with biological experiments and papers, Yang Rui is far from being good at novels, and has devoted more energy and time to novels, so he doesn't even want to touch them.

Jing Yulan looked interesting, and asked a few questions from time to time, both in Chinese and English, and Yang Rui answered everything in English.

Seeing the middle part, Jing Yulan was also interested in the Biosphere 2 made by the Americans, and asked Yang Rui to explain to her in English what a "miniature artificial ecological cycle system that simulates the earth's environment" is.

For this kind of professional English, Yang Rui is better than daily conversation, spit out a lot of professional terms in one breath.

Jing Yulan was stunned for a moment, and it took a while before she said in admiration: "You have checked a lot of books, right? When I wrote this article, it was not easy."

"It's okay, what you're asking is exactly what I'm good at." Yang Rui said half-truthfully: "I have liked biology since I was a child. I read biology papers and the like, and prepared a lot of biology-related words. This article is also I first read foreign papers and then wrote them.”

"No wonder it was published in Science Pictorial." Jing Yulan admired this.

The circulation of "Science Pictorial" in China is more than 1 million copies per issue, which is quite a scary figure. It is roughly estimated that at least tens of millions of people read it every issue. This data will not be broken again until after 2005, and in the 1990s, the best magazines in China only sold 100,000 copies, and many magazines closed down because of this.

Zhang Boming also left sadly because of this. As a literary youth, "Science Pictorial" is quite important. The influence of magazines in the 1980s on people's thinking, the occupation of people's time, and the possession of people's information channels are unprecedented. There are also a lot of articles, and it is indeed not easy to stand out.

Although "Biosphere" has Yang Rui's past experience, it is written entirely by himself.

When it comes to this article, Yang Rui is also quite proud.

Jing Yulan refreshed her perception of Yang Rui, and the issues they discussed gradually deepened.

When a pot of mutton is cooked through,

Yang Rui's understanding of Jing Yulan has doubled.

"Let's eat by the stove, anyway, this is the dish." Yang Rui seized the time, opened the lid of the aluminum pot, put salt, stirred it again, and said with a smile: "It seems to be successful, let's chat while eating , it's a fireside chat."

"Roosevelt's fireside chat?" Jing Yulan's eyes lit up.

"Yes."

"You know the fireside chat, where did you see it?"

"You can see it everywhere." Yang Rui answered cautiously.

Jing Yulan really shook her head, and said, "Students in the English department now know that there are not many people who have a fireside chat, and many people think that capitalism is static."

"There is no doctrine that is static. From a biological point of view, it is possible for cancer cells to live long and live forever. Biological systems and political systems are impossible." Yang Rui changed the subject while laughing.

Jing Yulan didn't pay attention to how Yang Rui obtained the information, she nodded and said, "That's right. The political system cannot remain unchanged. Roosevelt's fireside chat is a clear proof. Listening to his previous seven fireside chats, they all talked about the New Deal. , are issues of society, industry, and labor, and of course, the relief and revival he has always emphasized. These are reforms that bring capitalism closer to communism... I think that the most important thing to talk about in today's Chinese society is society, The question of industry and workers . . . "

She obviously thought deeply about this issue, so Yang Rui didn't bother, and let her talk to herself.

Talking is also a way to straighten out your thoughts at certain times.

Jing Yulan might be able to publish a heavyweight paper on this.

Yang Rui wasn't worried about her saying the wrong thing. Since the 1980s, crimes for speech have had little to do with academia. Scholars discuss ideology or social economy in the form of papers, and they can say whatever they want. But mass media, once reprinted certain articles or excerpts, often caused an uproar.

The reality is that some remarks that ordinary people can't bear at all are not even extreme in academia.

But that's always been the price of freedom. If you want freedom of speech, you have to put up with teenagers watching "Playboy", and if you want to go back to the Stone Age, you have to put up with a 9-year-old son having sex in public, and an 11-year-old daughter having children.

While saying that the people should "say whatever they want," while asking for the restriction and banning of "**** pornography," that is not freedom, but a privilege.

Under Jing Yulan's long speech, Yang Rui silently completed all the making of the mutton quilt, then scooped up two large bowls, put them in front of each other, put the chopsticks away, and said, "I scalded it with hot water."

Jing Yulan woke up in shock, immediately stopped speaking, and said, "I seem to have talked too much."

Yang Rui knew what she was worried about, and said with a smile: "You are a professor at the Teachers College, and you are talking about American politics, and you still use English. What does it matter?"

Jing Yulan thought so too, her tense body just relaxed, she shook her head and said, "Professor, it's easy, I'm still a lecturer now."

"As long as you are a university teacher, this is a talisman. If you insist that it is an academic discussion, nothing will happen. Besides, the current political climate is not so tense." Yang Rui said a few words of comfort. The movement has just passed, and people There are still various worries, and it is not surprising that Jing Yulan is afraid.

Jing Yulan nodded slowly, and said: "I may be influenced by my father. When I talk about political issues, I get a little excited. These years, I have carefully avoided such things. I didn't expect to be here with you. live."

"It's not just that you get excited when you talk about political issues, I think people nowadays are all excited when they talk about political issues." Yang Rui pushed the bowl, and said: "If you want to eat staple food, there are steamed buns. I lost two in the oven. Potatoes are the staple food, or just meat, depending on personal preference."

"Just eat meat?" Such a luxurious way of eating was obviously beyond Jing Yulan's expectations.

"I'll eat first." To avoid Jing Yulan's discomfort, Yang Rui moved his chopsticks first, and began to chew while blowing. [芗-胡-暁-说-网] uploaded by a netizen, (Xian)$(胡)$(暁)$(说)$(网) provides free reading, if you like it, please tell your friends, thank you!

He has to run in the morning and exercise with equipment every day, and the energy consumed is not a star and a half. The fitness champions of later generations rely on protein powder and the like to supplement their nutrition. Yang Rui has no place to buy these things, and he doesn't need to really exercise to get a bodybuilder-like figure, so he uses a lot of meat as a supplement.

After the four or five catties of mutton were cooked, only half of its weight remained. Even without Jing Yulan, Yang Rui would only eat two meals.

Jing Yulan was so excited by Yang Rui's crude way of eating meat, she also picked up a small rib and put it to her lips to bite. The rich meaty aroma mixed with the mellow aroma of fat instantly awakened her taste buds.

"It's really good." Jing Yulan praised sincerely, and the speed of chopsticks also quietly accelerated.

The mutton that is fried first and then stuffy is locked in the gravy, so that after it is fully cooked, it is still tender and juicy, and the thin layer of fat is half-melted by stuffing, moistening the lean meat of different thicknesses, making the whole piece of meat more delicious. All have improved.

Yang Rui ate three bowls of mutton in one go before slowing down. Under his encouragement, Jing Yulan also ate a bowl full of meat and potatoes, her whole body was warm.

"Let me do the dishes." Seeing that Yang Rui had finished eating, Jing Yulan asked for it.

"You are a guest..."

"Guests can help too. Besides, I'm still your teacher, so I can't keep you busy." Jing Yulan took off her coat again, showing a slender figure, put away the dishes, bent down to fetch water, and Washed up in the room.

Yang Rui moved his body, looked at Teacher Jing's plump breasts, and lost interest in helping.

Think of it as a welfare, the relaxation of the daily welfare of tutors sounds very touching.

...

The visiting groups came and went, and as New Year's Day approached, fewer and more people came, and more and more people left. The halo hanging over Yang Rui's head as the number one in the pre-examination seemed to gradually disappear.

Jing Yulan went back to school, and came back the next week.

But Zhang Boming regrouped. Hearing that Jing Yulan had returned to West Fort Middle School, he also followed.

It's not easy for Yang Rui to catch up, just pretend he didn't see him.

Jing Yulan continued to chat with him in English, and taught grammar in English by the way.

This is also a compromise that Jing Yulan thought of. Using English to speak grammar is naturally more unclear, but from another aspect, it is more in line with Yang Rui's requirements. He could listen to it if he wanted to, it didn't matter if he didn't understand, just wait for Jing Yulan to talk about it next time.

Yang Rui had more free time than Jing Yulan expected, and the two spent a lot of time on English, and their relationship gradually became familiar.

At the same time, Yang Rui's laboratory was reopened, and his life was tense and ordinary for two weeks, and then he was disrupted by a call from the UK.

It is time for the WestJet factory to pay dividends at the end of the year.