1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 180 [Young Kelvin]

Stepping through the gate, the horse post enters the University of Glasgow.

Seeing this scene, the Scottish teacher who was almost stunned by his words just now felt angry again.

His face flushed, and he clenched his fists, looking furious.It seems that it is not the University of Glasgow that the horse whistle entered, but his wife.

Of course, the huge gap in size allowed him to retain a bit of sanity.

So his first choice was to find a stick first, and then he walked towards the horse post from behind, preparing to attack this Indian strongman weighing more than 200 kilograms.

His sneak attack was doomed to fail.

If he carefully touched behind the whistle, he might hit a sap.

But he didn't restrain his emotions well, the heavy breathing and footsteps betrayed him.

The senses and reflexes of the horse whistle are much sharper than most people's. To him, such a movement is no different from directly shouting "Stop me".

Hearing the movement behind him, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful, secretly thinking that he shouldn't have choked on that sentence just now, and now it seems that he has to rely on his hands to solve the problem.

Fortunately, the worst didn't happen.

Just when the Scottish teacher was about to approach, a student ran over and stopped him in time: "Mr. Mackintosh, don't do this...don't do this, Mr. Mackintosh!"

"Let me go!" said Mackintosh angrily. "I'm going to throw this savage out of the University of Glasgow!"

The horse whistle turned around, walked up to him, and said slowly: "Mr. Mackintosh, in fact, before this, I always thought I was a barbarian. I thought that when I came to England, I came to Glasgow University, I can see the civilization and etiquette in my mind. But unexpectedly, I saw the real barbarians here."

"Thank you for correcting me, Mr. Mackintosh."

He said no more, turned and left.

McIntosh stared blankly at the horse whistle, the expression on his face seemed to be frozen, but the emotions in his heart were churning.

He had never felt this way before—anger, shame, confusion, powerlessness, and grievance were intertwined.

This American savage who popped out of nowhere actually ravaged him with just words.

When the Indian, as strong as a bull, said in a gentlemanly tone that he was a real savage, he could think of no rebuttal except a sense of utter powerlessness.

The horse whistle quickly put this little episode behind him, and followed the teacher who led the way into an office.

"Thomson, there's a letter for you—Joule's."

"Okay." A gentle young man who was writing something raised his head and pointed to his desk, "Put it on my desk."

The horse whistle walked over and said, "Professor Thomson, Mr. Joule hopes that you can read this letter as soon as possible."

"Hmm... okay." Thomson was taken aback for a moment, but didn't say anything, and opened the envelope to read on the spot.

During this time, the horse sentry looked at the future Baron Kelvin.

The pictures of Kelvin in various textbooks of later generations are basically in the style of Engels—a wise elder with a snow-white beard.

At this time, Kelvin was just 24 years old, tall and thin, with protruding cheekbones, gentle temperament, and even gave people the feeling of a good student.

This is not surprising, isn't it normal for a 24-year-old student to be a student?

However, Kelvin is not a student, but a professor. In fact, when he was here, he was already a serious scientist.

After reading Joule's letter, Thomson looked at the horse whistle and said in surprise, "You are the other author of the paper on the first law of thermodynamics? An Apache?"

"Yes." Ma Shao smiled, "As an Apache, it is really not an easy task to visit a professor at the University of Glasgow."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Horse Whistle." Thomson got up and shook hands.

"Sit down, please." He asked the whistle to take a seat, and said, "After reading that paper, I was thinking of going to Manchester to have a face-to-face meeting with Joule. But since the other author is here in person, I don't have to." Let’s take another trip... Although the train is more comfortable than the carriage, the journey of hundreds of miles makes people not want to sit too much."

"Indeed, some sections of the road even made me suspect that the train would roll over." Ma Shao was convinced that there were indeed many problems with trains these days. When passing through some dangerous areas, the experience was somewhat similar to a roller coaster, and there was indeed a possibility of overturning.

However, the possibility of falling to death is not high. After all, the speed is limited, which is similar to the speed of people running.

Because of this beginning, the two chatted about the train for a while before getting to the point.

"...Joule introduced you to me in detail in the letter. Although it sounds surprising, I believe Joule." Thomson said, "Have you read all my papers?"

"Yes, almost all of them." Ma Shao nodded, "I have read many papers by outstanding scientists, and you are one of the authors who inspired me the most."

"Thank you for your compliment." Thomson smiled.

Although Thomson's image is a gentle gentleman, his character is quite confident. When he was praised so much, he didn't show an embarrassed expression like Joule.

It may be precisely because of this character that he in the future will announce the completion of the Physics Building with great fanfare.

The two talked about nascent thermodynamics.

Thomson obviously did not believe in Joule as he said, and had some doubts about the knowledge of the horse whistle.

After all, it does sound too far-fetched for a born Indian to be directly involved in the creation of thermodynamics.He even thought about the possibility that Joule had been kidnapped.

Therefore, in the initial conversation, Thomson often threw out some questions intentionally or unintentionally, trying to test the horse's whistle.

But in the face of a future man standing on his shoulders, this approach is obviously meaningless.

Any question Thomson raised could not stump the horse whistle. On the contrary, as the conversation progressed, his thoughts were completely guided to the predetermined topic by the horse whistle.

Thomson said: "... It would be nice to establish an absolute temperature scale that is independent of the properties of matter. Only the thermometer is too crude."

Absolute temperature scale, which is exactly the purpose of Ma Shao's trip.

Judging from this sentence, Kelvin should not have come up with an absolute temperature scale.

"That's right, if thermodynamics is to be perfected, it first needs a more reasonable absolute temperature scale." Ma Whistle nodded.

Thomson: "Have you thought about that, too?"

Ma Shuo nodded: "In fact, I already have an idea that may not be mature."

Thomson blinked, hesitated and said, "I also have an idea that may not be mature... I don't know if our idea is the same."

Ma Shao smiled and said: "How about this, let's write our respective ideas on paper, and then compare them together to see if they are the same."

"Interesting." Thomson agreed with a smile.

Immediately, the two each brought a piece of paper and wrote a few words on it.

(End of this chapter)