Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Meals are served. Fiction.

The family sat together and had a lively dinner.

After dinner, Lu Zhou helped his parents put the chopsticks into the kitchen.

Originally, he planned to accompany the two elderly men to wash dishes, but the old lady said that he was not willing to let him in, and he forced Lao Lu to the sink and drove him to the living room.

The sink was so big that it could not accommodate three people.

I ca n’t help but my mother, Lu Zhou has n’t messed up anymore, so I just went to the living room and watched TV.

Lying on the sofa next to him, Xiaotong, who was holding a mobile phone with pesticides, glanced at the old brother sitting next to him and asked with a stun.

"Brother, can you win the Nobel Prize this year?"

Suddenly I heard this question, Lu Zhou smiled and said, "I don't know, but someone said it to me and would recommend my name to the Nobel Committee."

Xiao Tong tilted her head: "Who?"

"Gerhard Ettel, a German ... I said you didn't know it."

The last time he gave a lecture in Germany, the Nobel Prize Minister promised him that he would write to the Nobel Prize Committee to recommend himself until he finally won the prize.

Lu Zhou was quite happy at the time, but now thinking about it, there is nothing really exciting.

It is not uncommon for the Nobel Prize to accompany for more than ten or twenty years, especially for theoretical research. There are only a few examples of the Nobel Prize winning that year. This first prize in the natural sciences has been used up for good luck. It is not surprising that there will be a Philippine prize waiting for him in August.

As for the Nobel Prize, there may be more.

Xiao Tong said blankly, "It looks so good ..."

Lu Zhou smiled: "Come on, you are studying economics, and maybe you will have a chance to come back with a Nobel Prize in the future."

Xiaotong muttered: "It's okay, my math is not good ..."

It is an open secret that the Nobel Prize in Economics is reserved for mathematicians. Most Nobel Prizes in economics are of mathematical origin, or at least have a very high level of mathematical literacy.

Since the first Nobel Prize in Economics in 1969 was given to the two professors, Friech and Dinbergen, it is not difficult to see the tendency of the jury in this regard. The former is a mathematician, while the latter is a physicist. The two people won because they jointly created "econometrics" and brought a lot of mathematical and physical methods into economics.

Lu Zhou said with a smile: "Not good is not a reason not to learn, and with your brother here, do you worry that mathematics will be a problem?"

As soon as I heard this, Xiaotong lost his mobile phone and stopped playing the game. He got up from the sofa and sat on the duck, his eyes staring at the landing boat: "Brother, you mean, take me to fly ?"

Lu Zhou smiled with a smile: "It's OK to take you to fly, but you still have to beat your rank to the king. Then, if I don't reach that rank, no one will recognize your achievements even if I want to take you. In the end, all contributions It's boring to count me alone. "

Lu Zhou, the Nobel Prize in Economics, is not very interested. The benefits brought by the patent have allowed him to achieve financial freedom without worrying about monetary matters.

However, if Xiao Tong is interested in this aspect, he may not be able to help her.

Of course, the premise of all this is that she can reach the corresponding level.

If it's just a matter of scraps, and finally put a name on the paper, no academic institution will recognize this contribution.

"... Hey, okay, I will work hard." Xiao Tong sighed, glanced at the phone, and struggled for a while, but finally couldn't stand the temptation. He clicked and pitted for another round.

Looking at the tangled little girl, Lu Zhou smiled and said nothing.

It is a holiday now, and proper relaxation is not bad. If you read a book immediately after listening to your own words, it will be superficial and useless.

As for the Noble Nobel Prize, they are all secondary.

Lu Zhou just hopes that she can have a goal in college and know when and what to do. Don't waste the four years ...

...

The Lu family did not stick to the Spring Festival couplets.

This is an example this time, so it has also attracted the curiosity of many neighborhood neighbors.

And Lao Lu was so good-looking, obviously he wouldn't let the Spring Festival couplet hang in vain, so when asked, he said that the couplet was written by his son and asked an academician, and immediately attracted a lot of envious eyes.

Later, many people went back and thought, although the couplet written by this academician could not find it, was the son of the old Lu family more prosperous than ordinary academicians?

That was a big scientist who had been to CCTV, and what gram prize did he get in Sweden.

As a result, many people got the idea of ​​Lu Zhou Mobao.

Until now, as soon as Lao appeared in the unit, he would encounter colleagues and even leaders who sought couplets. Not only that, there are many more people coming to the house with gifts.

No way, after all, it is a couplet of big scientists.

Even though I've searched the whole city, I'm afraid I can't find one that is more knowledgeable than Lu Zhou.

If you can invite Mo Bao from the big scientist, you can still touch the "talent" of the big scientist, especially those children who have entered the high school and are about to enter the college entrance examination, they are thinking of ways to find couplets.

And Lao Lu's temperament is relatively soft, can't stand people asking.

Anyone who came to ask for the couplet should answer as long as he knew.

However, Lao promised to be refreshed, but just bitterly Luzhou ...

"Dad, you've blown your cowhide! I haven't even touched a writing brush. How can I write this couplet?" After hearing Dad's request, Lu Zhou said with a smile.

"Isn't your character well written? If someone else gave you this, you can just write." Lao Lu seemed to be aware of this problem, but he didn't know how to solve it, so he had to kick the ball to Son.

When he wanted to come, Goldbach's conjecture was solved, and it was probably not difficult to write a brush?

probably……

Lu Zhouhan said, "Can a brush and a pen be the same?"

It doesn't make sense, Lao Lu didn't make sense at the beginning: "You don't care, you just write. If you write well, you write it."

Because of this, Lu Zhou, who has never touched a writing brush, can only begin to practice writing brushes.

Perhaps it is because he has written a good hand, or it is because he has a lot of talent in learning. Although he was a bit difficult to get started, he practiced the landing boat and found that he could write something unexpectedly. So what happened.

In particular, Lu Zhou found that, just as he was practicing the word with all his heart, the whole person was silent.

In this tranquility, even the tight string in my heart was relaxed.

This feeling, for him, can be said to have been quite a long absence ...

That's it, although Lu Zhou started writing as a task.

But in the back, he himself was somewhat happy.

With a week to go before the Spring Festival, Lu Zhou finally wrote down the "wen debt" owed by his father.

Just then, he suddenly thought that the couplet sent to him by Academician Lu was short of approval.

Although it ’s okay not to post horizontal batches, there is n’t much attention on Hubei Province, but now that I think about it, I do n’t think it ’s a bit missing if I do n’t solve it.

The nib fiddled with the ink in the ring.

But at this moment, Lu Zhou frowned slightly.

"Xiaotong."

"I've dumbed my brother?" He heard his brother suddenly call his own name and was lying on the sofa to fight the king's pesticide Xiaotong. He raised his head and looked skeptically at the direction of Luzhou. Oh."

"I didn't ask you to help me," staring at the sticky ink, stopping the brush boat in the hand, said thoughtfully, "Do you think this ink is like a fluid?"

Moreover, it is a fluid with a high viscosity coefficient.

Xiao Tong froze: "Fluid?"

Lu Zhou: "Yes."

Staring at Wenfang Sibao on the table for a while, Xiao Tong looked at Lu Zhou again.

Then ~ www.readwn.com ~ she said carefully, "Brother."

Lu Zhou: "Huh?"

Xiaotong solemnly said: "Are you stupid in mathematics?"

Lu Zhou: "... Go!"

Throwing the writing brush beside the platform, Lu Zhou no longer wasted time, turned back to his room, pulled out the draft paper from the pile of old high school textbooks on the bookshelf, walked to the desk and sat down, thinking quietly.

Inspiration always comes by accident, making it difficult to track its trajectory.

Just a moment ago, Lu Zhou's mind suddenly flashed a key clue.

But that clue is too abstract.

So much so that he almost let it slip away.

What Lu Zhou needs to do now is to abstract the abstract inspiration into a mathematical language that can be written on paper ...