Into Unscientific

  Chapter 266 One wave of unrest and another wave (ask for a monthly ticket!)

   "Mavericks"

   With this exclamation.

  Xu Yun's thoughts drifted back to the autumn of 1665.

  Although the time spent with Mavericks is not particularly long, there are only more than forty chapters before and after, which is still the kind of 2,000 words.

  But that 22-year-old young figure has become one of Xu Yun's unforgettable memories in his life.

   After all, it’s the first time. Ahem, it’s the first mission.

   Now the third dungeon has been opened, but the door representing the 1665 dungeon is still not filled with knowledge points.

  So it will be a long time before I want to see the Mavericks again.

   So sort of conceptually speaking.

  The encounter in the 1850 copy can be regarded as the second close contact between Xu Yun and Mavericks so far.

  At the time of separation.

  The two of them are both in their prime, full of vigor, and extremely flamboyant.

  See you in hundreds of years.

  One person had no choice but to put on the skin of the "offspring of fat fish", while the other person had already become a dead bone in the grave.

  One is outside and one is inside.

  In the eyes of outsiders, the life of Mavericks may have been consummated and brilliant, reaching the pinnacle of human history.

   But seeing you again at this moment, Xu Yun can only feel sad in his heart.

   Then Xu Yun stepped forward, stretched out, and gently stroked the calf's coffin board.

  Newton's coffin board.

   This word often appears on major platforms in later generations, and even became a well-known stalk:

   Whenever there are some scenes in the anime that violate the common sense of physics, there will basically be people saying "Newton's coffin board can't hold it down" and so on.

   But what these people don't know is that .

   The calf's coffin board actually does not need to be suppressed - because there is no calf's body buried in it.

  The area where the calf's body is located is actually deep underground under the mural, and the coffin on top is a "decoration" that was added only four years after the calf's death.

  The container for the remains of the calf is a completely sealed box and does not need to be covered with a coffin board

   By the way.

  The burial posture of the calf is actually very interesting.

  Students who have been buried by the British state in their previous lives know it.

  There are generally only three postures for a British state funeral:

  One is to lie flat on the bottom of the coffin, with hands flat on both sides of the thighs, and the posture looks relatively relaxed.

  The second is to touch the right shoulder with the left hand and the left shoulder with the right hand, forming an X shape, and then covering the national flag.

  The third is to put your hands together, similar to a praying posture, and then rest on your chin—this posture is generally common among royal women. For example, if Queen Elizabeth II dies 600 years later, her state funeral posture should be this.

   But Mavericks are different.

  His choice was to cover his face with his hands to show that he had failed too much in life and had no face to face the Father.

   This should be regarded as an early Versailles, quite attractive to hatred

   While Xu Yun was "looking up" at the calf's tombstone, a priest wearing a priest's robe and holding a holy book suddenly came from the aisle beside him.

   "Hallelujah!"

  Father walked quickly to the side of the two, first he hugged Lao Tang who was familiar with him, and said with a smile:

   "Mr. Thomson, long time no see."

   "Long time no see, Father Yamcha."

  Lao Tang smiled back at him, then turned his head and introduced to Xu Yun:

   "Student Luo Feng, this is the great priest of Westminster Abbey, Joyoel Yamcha." (There is such a person)

  There is only one great priest in Westminster Abbey, Xu Yun hastily stretched out his hand and shook hands with Yamcha:

   "Hi, Father Yamcha, I'm Luo Feng."

   "Luo Feng?"

  Yamcha raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, looked at Xu Yun with great interest for a few seconds, and asked:

   "Mr. Luo Feng, are you the descendant of Fat Fish from Trinity College?"

  Xu Yun was a little surprised that Yamcha knew him, but he soon realized that it is not difficult to know his origin as Yamcha, so he replied neatly:

   "That's right, the family ancestor is Fat Fish."

  Yamcha heard the words, the smile on his face became warmer, and he talked to Xu Yun like an elder.

after awhile.

   Feeling that the atmosphere is almost the same, Xu Yun pondered for a moment, and said to Yamcha:

   "Father Yamcha, you should know that Sir Newton is a close friend of our ancestors, and the two sides are friends who exchanged their lives."

   "So I want to burn some oriental paper money to Sir Newton according to our oriental sacrifice custom. Do you think it will work?"

   Mentioned earlier.

  Central London and Cambridge University are three or four hours away by carriage, and the banquet starts at 7:30 in the evening.

  So Xu Yun must stay in London for one night.

  In addition, Hyde Park is adjacent to Westminster Abbey, so when he received the interview invitation letter, Xu Yun was ready to bury the calf.

  He also specially made some special props for going to the grave, but they have not been consecrated.

   "Burn something."

  Father Yamcha clicked his tongue a few times, stretched out his hand to stroke his thick beard, as if thinking about something:

  "The funeral corner of the church is not allowed to sacrifice according to the rules, especially the scientist's corner where Mr. Newton is, and open flames are prohibited."

   "But Well"

  Father Yamcha cast a glance at Xu Yun as he spoke, then changed the subject abruptly:

   "Mr. Fat Fish's contribution to human history is really too great, and he is also one of the few close friends of Mr. Newton, so..."

   "Mr. Luo Feng, today I will make a guarantee for you, breaking the previous exception, but try not to spread the word."

  Xu Yun was taken aback for a moment, and blinked in a daze.

   Does this make sense?

   No way.

   Co-author of this Great Priest of Westminster Abbey, is he so easy to talk to?

  At first, he thought it would take a lot of talking, but it turned out that the rules were broken as soon as they were broken?

   Could it be that he really has the legendary aura of dominance?

   But isn’t this a reasonable flow novel?

   Just when Xu Yun was a little confused, Lao Tang gently tugged at his sleeve and said:

   "Luo Feng, Westminster Abbey has shares in ketchup, and now it earns tens of thousands of pounds every year."

   "You are the only descendant of Mr. Fat Fish, and Pastor Yamcha is paying back the favor."

  Xu Yun blinked:

  “.”

All right.

   It turned out that it wasn't a domineering spirit, so it's okay, and the misunderstanding was resolved.

  When William and his family were tinkering with ketchup, in order to ensure that the market share would not be squeezed by others, Xu Yun specially recruited Pastor Yarlin of Grantham Diocese as a backer.

  Later, it was agreed upon by both parties through negotiation.

  The diocese occupies 65% of the shares and is responsible for ensuring market share, while Xu Yun Mavericks and William's family share the remaining 35%.

   According to the derivation results.

  In just over ten years, ketchup has brought huge financial revenue to the diocese—

   Now that more than a hundred years have passed, ketchup has become an essential condiment on European tables.

  Among them, the most famous one is the 'You Eat Tomatoes' brand ketchup produced by the British Protestant Church, with a market share of over 70%.

  Facing such a descendant of the "God of Wealth", Father Yamcha made an exception to sell it well, so there is nothing to be surprised about.

  Father Yamcha then found an iron basin, and Xu Yun put the iron basin in front of the coffin and officially buried the calf.

  As an out-and-out Westerner, Lao Tang was naturally a little curious about this oriental behavior, so he also hummed and stepped forward to join in the fun.

  Xu Yun first put down his backpack and took out a stack of homemade paper money from it.

  Then put the paper money in the palm of the left hand, bend the index finger of the right hand, press the paper money with the second joint, and rotate it.

  The paper money scattered like flowers.

  Lao Tang stretched his neck and moved closer to Xu Yun, staring at the paper money for a few moments:

   "This is a Chinese character?"

  Xu Yun nodded, and threw the homemade paper money at him:

   "That's right, they are all Chinese characters."

  Lao Tang took a piece of paper money and looked it over and over for a while, a question mark popped up on his forehead:

   "Luo Feng, what is written on it?"

  Xu Yun glanced casually and explained:

   "Your picture, it says the theory of relativity and the mass-energy formula."

  Then he took out a piece of paper money, threw it into the brazier, and said while burning:

   "This is the Riemann Hypothesis"

   "This is the computer from the entry to the soil."

   "This one is "****", but it only has the first three chapters, and the follow-up content needs to be paid to watch through Mengmeng."

   "This is Yang-Mills gauge field theory."

   "This is a hand-painted photo of Yayunniang and Mu Luoli"

   crackling—

  Pieces of paper money turned into ashes in the flames.

   I don’t know if it’s Xu Yun’s illusion. He always feels that the coffin board on the ground seems to move a little bit when burning money.

   More than ten minutes later.

  Papapa—

  Xu Yun stood up and patted the ashes on his hands.

  He first returned the iron basin to Father Yamcha, and then followed Lao Tang around Westminster Abbey.

"The place we passed was Poets' Corner, where Chaucer, Shakespeare, Shelley, and Byron are buried. I heard that Mrs. Browning, who is not in good health now, may be buried in Poets' Corner after her death. "

  Father Yamcha tactfully did not follow up to join in the fun, so Lao Tang led Xu Yun around the grave of Xiao Niu to the southwest, and introduced as he walked:

   "As for this area, it is the 'Scientist's Corner'."

   As he spoke, Lao Tang stopped in front of a tombstone, pointed to the name of the person on it and said:

   "This is the grave of Thomas Young, a world-famous geek who claims to be the last man in the world who knows everything."

   Then he pointed to the left side of the tombstone, where a mural was engraved:

   "George Green is buried here, a great scientist who died less than ten years ago. I attended his funeral with my uncle."

   "This is William Herschel."

  Lao Tang's eloquence is very good, he is like an experienced tour guide, leading Xu Yun forward and explaining.

   During the whole process, Xu Yun's expression was also very solemn.

  Although he is quite disgusted with the practice of putting fictitious achievements on foreigners, in front of these Western sages with real talents and real learning, they should still be given enough respect.

  Many of their achievements are far-reaching, and China is also included. These crystallizations of wisdom are the common wealth of mankind.

   Half an hour later.

  Lao Tang stopped in front of the last tombstone, looking up at the portrait hanging on the tombstone:

  “.This is Mr. John Dalton’s tomb and tombstone, and it is also the latest one from the present age. It was newly built only six years ago.”

   Talking and talking.

  Lao Tang's eyes showed a hint of envy, and he said with emotion:

   "The tombstone of Westminster Abbey. I don't know if I have a chance to be buried here after I die?"

  Xu Yun raised his head and glanced at this young version of the boss who was sentimental about life, but did not speak.

joke.

  You are the future Lord Kelvin, okay?

  In the future, not only will you be buried here, but your ranking will also be quite high.

   Not just Kelvin actually.

  Wheat, Darwin, Faraday, Stokes.

  These people who have met Xu Yun on several occasions will be buried in Westminster Abbey after death.

   Among them, Darwin's tomb is even next to the calf, and a "junior" named Stephen Hawking will be added in more than a hundred years.

anyway.

   When I return to reality after this task is settled, can I take some time to go to London and burn something for Old Maitang and the others?

   Half an hour later.

  Xu Yun and Lao Tang left Westminster Abbey step by step amid Father Yamcha's enthusiastic farewell.

  Considering that he would stay overnight in London tonight, Lao Tang took Xu Yun to a hotel to open a standard room, stuffed his stomach to sixty percent full, and began to wait for the last time.

   More than an hour later.

   click—

  Old Tang glanced at the pocket watch, closed it neatly, and said to Xu Yun:

   "Alright Luo Feng, it's almost time, we should set off."

  Xu Yun nodded, put away the book in his hand, got up and walked out of the room with Lao Tang.

  Hyde Park covers an area of ​​up to 360 acres. In addition to being adjacent to Westminster Abbey, it is also close to the British Museum and Buckingham Palace.

  Affected by this, the park is naturally divided into many areas.

  Although most areas are not fortified to ordinary people, there are also some areas where it is not so easy for ordinary people to enter.

  For example.

  The location of this dinner.

   "The regular gatherings of the Apostolic Club are held on the Cambridge campus, but the two major events of recruiting new members and the annual meeting are not organized by the full capabilities of the Apostolic Club on campus."

  Lao Tang entered from the southwest corner of Hyde Park, went straight along a certain direction, and introduced:

   "So a few years ago, after discussions with some of the 'Apostles' who had graduated, it was finally decided that the interview dinner would be held at Towdin's Cottage in Hyde Park."

   "As for the rent and other expenses of the party, it will be paid out of the association funds."

  Xu Yun's knowledge of the Apostles Society in his previous life was relatively limited, so he couldn't help but glance at Lao Tang:

   "Association funds? Are they raised by members?"

  Old Tang smiled and waved his hands, with an expression of "Your pattern is broken", and explained:

   "The Apostle Society is the only society in Cambridge University that enjoys school funding and royal family funding. The annual activity budget is about 800 pounds, which is enough for daily expenses."

  More than eight hundred pounds?

   Hear the number.

  While Xu Yun has the vision and experience of future generations, he still can't help being a little speechless.

   Good guy.

  The 800 pounds in 1850 was equivalent to a purchasing power of more than 600,000 in later generations.

  More than 600,000 yuan may not be a big deal in terms of scientific research projects, but at the community level

   Let's put it this way.

  The external relations department of a regular college of an ordinary university in the later generations can get 20,000 yuan in sponsorship a year, which is considered awesome.

  The 985 level, the outreach of the school youth league committee may be able to pull more than 100,000 by relying on the school's banner, but that is the sponsorship amount of the entire elementary school student union.

   Not to mention that the maximum number of people in the Apostles Club is only 12—the apostles who have graduated, except for gatherings, actually hardly know it.

  The status of the Apostolic Society in the minds of Cambridge University and the British royal family can be seen from this.

   More than ten minutes later.

  Xu Yun followed Lao Tang to a small courtyard.

  The area of ​​this courtyard is very secluded, surrounded by fences, and the overall area is about a little more than an acre.

  Among them, the main building covers an area of ​​about 300 to 400 square meters. It is a single-storey hut, and it looks gorgeously decorated.

  On the southwest side of the courtyard, less than one kilometer away, there is a group of brightly lit buildings, in stark contrast to the tranquility of the courtyard.

  Xu Yun stayed in England for a while in his previous life, and he can still recognize this representative building—there is the famous Buckingham Palace.

  Look at the time now.

  Maybe Prince Albert is discussing academic issues with Queen Victoria.

   cough cough

  Later, Lao Tang skillfully pushed aside the fence post and led Xu Yun into the courtyard.

  When the two of Xu Yun entered the courtyard, there was a young man humming a little song, briskly preparing a grill for BBQ.

  Heard a rattle from the fence posts.

  The young man raised his head subconsciously, looked towards the entrance, and quickly recognized Thomson by the light:

   "Senior Thomson!"

   He wiped his hands on the apron, stepped forward quickly and opened his arms:

   "Long time no see, Senior Thomson!"

  Lao Tang hugged him lightly.

  After the two parties separated.

  The young man cast his eyes on Xu Yun again, blinked, and tentatively asked Lao Tang:

   "Senior Thomson, is this the one you recommended?"

  Old Tang nodded, patted Xu Yun on the shoulder a few times, and said:

   "Yes, he is Luo Feng."

  After speaking, Lao Tang spread his left hand flat, and introduced to Xu Yun with a formal expression:

   "Luo Feng, this is Edward Bull Stanley, a good friend of mine and a member of the Apostles Society."

   Stanley?

  Hearing this surname, Xu Yun frowned subconsciously.

   If I remember correctly.

  Stanley represents the Earl of Derby family in the UK. Among them, Edward Stanley is the fourteenth Earl of Derby. It seems that he has served as the British Prime Minister three times?

  Although Xu Yun can't remember the detailed resume of that Edward Stanley clearly.

  But who can become the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom during this period, where will their hands be clean?

   It is impossible for there to be another coincidence. I met a leader like Prince Albert who has an ambiguous attitude towards China, right?

  If the other party is really such a distinctive person, it is impossible for Xu Yun not to be impressed.

   Therefore, Xu Yun only shook hands with Edward Bull Stanley lightly, without appearing too close.

   Even in his heart, he subconsciously gave this person a negative score.

  However, what Xu Yun didn’t know was that this time he admitted the wrong person

   Later Edward Stanley, who served as the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, was actually named Edward Smith Stanley.

  A Smith, a Boole, totally two people.

  Edward Smith Stanley was born in 1799 and was 51 years old at this time

  Although this Edward Bull Stanley is also a member of the Stanley family, he is just a small and transparent side branch, and later chose to leave the family to go out and take risks.

   Shilajit was discovered by Edward Bull Stanley in Nepal later.

   Later, he adopted more than 20 orphans from Guangdong Province in Magang, but he lived a frugal life. One of the orphans' children became a well-known patriotic general later.

   In terms of contribution.

  Edward Bull Stanley can clearly be attributed to the category of international friends, not enemies.

  Unfortunately, because Xu Yun did not carry Du Niang with him, this misunderstanding may last for a while

  Later, Lao Tang followed Stanley with Xu Yun and entered the house.

  The entrance of the hut is a porch, and the aisle is an L-like layout.

  So visitors cannot see the interior scene after entering the house.

  However, although the line of sight is blocked, it can be heard from the voice of conversation floating around the corner that some members of the Apostolic Society have already taken their positions in the house.

  Lao Tang took Xu Yun to change his shoes, and patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, without saying anything.

  Xu Yunjian said to take a deep breath and adjust his breathing.

  Following Lao Tang, he walked towards the aisle.

  The length of the aisle is about two or three meters. After turning to the right, a spacious living room appeared in front of Xu Yun.

  The area of ​​the living room is no less than 100 square meters, with several sofas, tables and chairs.

  There are some common hospitality items such as fruit, sugar, and drinks on the table, and a huge rectangular dining table can be vaguely seen a little further away.

   At this time, there were about a dozen people sitting in the room, including young people and middle-aged people, and there were still more men than women.

  They gathered in twos and threes to chat, some were singing hymns, and some were even playing poker.

  The atmosphere in the living room was originally quite lively, but with the appearance of Lao Tang, the scene was suddenly silent.

Precisely.

  The reason for the depressed atmosphere was Xu Yun behind Lao Tang.

   But soon.

   The atmosphere that was developing in a dull direction was dispelled by a pleasantly surprised voice:

   "Are you changing 30,000 a day?"

Note:

  Tomorrow there will be a big chapter, ask for a monthly ticket!

  (end of this chapter)