Chapter 410 A Fluid With A High Viscosity Coefficient (2/3)

Chapter 410 A fluid with a high viscosity coefficient (23)

The meals are served.

The family sat together and finished dinner lively.

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

Originally, he planned to wash the dishes with the two old people, but the old lady refused to let him intervene, so she just dragged Lao Lu to the sink and drove him to the living room.

The sink is so big that it can't accommodate three people.

He couldn't help his old lady, so Lu Zhou didn't make any more trouble, so he could only go to the living room to sit and watch TV.

Lying on the sofa next to him, Xiaotong, who was typing pesticides on his mobile phone, glanced at his brother sitting next to him, and asked chirpingly.

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

Hearing this question suddenly, Lu Zhou smiled and said, "I don't know, but someone told me that they would recommend my name to the Nobel Committee."

Xiaotong tilted her head: "Who is it?"

"Gerhard Ettel, a German... you don't know me even if I tell you."

When he gave a lecture in Germany last time, the Nobel laureate promised him that he would keep writing letters to the Nobel Prize Committee to recommend him until he finally won the award.

Lu Zhou was quite happy at the time, but now that he thinks about it, there is nothing to be excited about.

It is not uncommon for the Nobel Prize to accompany you for more than ten or twenty years, especially for theoretical research, there are only a handful of examples of winning the Nobel Prize in the year when the results were made. This first prize in natural science has almost used up his good luck. If there is no accident, there will be another Philippine award waiting for him in August.

As for the Nobel Prize, there may be more to wait.

Xiaotong said with a blank face: "It looks amazing..."

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

Xiaotong muttered: "It's useless, I'm not good at math..."

It is an open secret that the Nobel Prize in Economics is the preserve of mathematicians. The vast majority of Nobel Prizes in economics are mathematical, or at least have a very high level of mathematical literacy.

From the fact that the first Nobel Prize in Economics was awarded to Professors Frisch and Tinbergen in 1969, it is not difficult to see the tendency of the award committee on this point. The former is a mathematician, while the latter is a physicist. The reason why the two won the award is that they jointly created "econometrics", which brought a large number of mathematical and physical methods into economics.

Lu Zhou smiled and said, "It's not a reason not to study, and with your brother here, are you still worried that mathematics will be a problem?"

Upon hearing this sentence, Xiaotong dropped her phone and stopped playing the game. She got up from the sofa and sat down, staring at Lu Zhou with sparkling eyes: "Brother, what do you mean, you want to take me to fly?" ?"

Lu Zhou chuckled: "It's fine to take you to fly, but you have to beat your own rank to be the king anyway. If you don't reach that rank, even if I want to take you, others will not recognize your achievements. In the end, all contributions will be made. How boring it is 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, and he does not need to worry about money.

However, if Xiaotong is interested in this aspect, it is not impossible for him to help her.

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

If you just do some leftovers and finally put your name on the paper, no academic institution will recognize this kind of contribution.

"...Hey, well, I will work hard." Xiaotong sighed, glanced at the phone, struggled for a while, and finally couldn't stand the temptation, and clicked for another game.

Looking at the tangled little girl, Lu Zhou smiled and didn't say anything.

It's a holiday now, and there's nothing wrong with proper relaxation. If you read a book immediately after listening to your own words, it will be a mere formality and useless.

As for the Nobel Prize, it is actually secondary.

Lu Zhou just hopes that she can have a goal in college, know when to do things, and don't waste these four years...

...

The Lu family used to not post Spring Festival couplets.

This time it was an exception, so it also attracted the curiosity of many neighbors.

And Lao Lu is a good-looking person, obviously he will not let the Spring Festival couplets hang up in vain, so whenever people ask, he says that the couplets were written by his son at the request of an academician, which immediately attracted a lot of envious looks.

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

That is a great scientist who has been on CCTV, and has won any awards in Sweden.

Ever since, many people came up with the idea of ​​Lu Zhou's calligraphy.

Up to now, whenever Lao Lu appears in the unit, he will meet colleagues and even leaders who come to ask for couplets. Not only that, but there are also many more people visiting the house with gifts.

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

Even if you search the entire city, you probably won't be able to find anyone more knowledgeable than Lu Zhou.

If you can invite the calligraphy of great scientists, you can get a little bit of the "talent" of great scientists, especially those parents whose children have entered high school and are about to take the college entrance examination, and they are thinking of ways to find couplets.

And Lao Lu's temperament is relatively soft, and he can't stand people begging for mercy.

As for those who came to ask for couplets, as long as he knew them, he basically agreed.

However, what Lao Lu promised was straightforward, but it was a pain for Lu Zhou...

"Dad, you've blown your cowhide! I haven't even touched a brush, how can I write this couplet?" After hearing his father's request, Lu Zhou suddenly said dumbfounded.

"Isn't your handwriting very good? Others have given you this pen, so you can write whatever you want." 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 lost son.

In his mind, Goldbach's conjecture has been solved, and writing with a brush is probably not difficult, right?

perhaps……

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

The reasoning didn't make sense, and Lao Lu stopped reasoning at first: "You don't care, you just write it. If it's well written, it's all written by you."

Because of this, Lu Zhou, who had never touched a brush, could only start to practice brushes.

Maybe it's because he is good at writing, or maybe it's because he has a lot of talent in learning. Although it was a bit difficult to get started at the beginning, after practicing Lu Zhou found that he could write like That's it.

Especially when Lu Zhou found out that when he was practicing calligraphy without distraction, the whole person fell silent.

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

This feeling, for him, can be said to be quite long-lost...

In this way, although Lu Zhou regarded writing as a task at first.

But in the end, he himself actually enjoyed it a bit.

With one week left before the Spring Festival, Lu Zhou finally wrote down the "literary debts" owed by his father.

At this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that the couplet that Academician Lu gave him still lacked a horizontal comment.

Although it’s okay not to post a horizontal batch, Hubei Province didn’t pay much attention to it, but since I thought about it, I always felt that something was missing if I didn’t solve it.

The nib fiddled with the ink in the inkstone.

However, at this moment, Lu Zhou suddenly frowned slightly.

"Xiao Tong."

"What's wrong, brother?" Hearing his name suddenly called, Xiaotong, who was laying on the sofa and spraying the king's pesticide, raised his head and looked in Lu Zhou's direction suspiciously, "I declare in advance, I don't know how to write with a brush Oh."

"I didn't ask you to help me," Lu Zhou said thoughtfully, staring at the viscous ink and stopping the brush in his hand, "Do you think this ink is like fluid?"

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

Xiaotong was stunned for a moment: "Fluid?"

Lu Zhou: "Yes."

After staring at the Four Treasures of the Study on the table for a while, Xiaotong glanced at Lu Zhou again.

Then, she said cautiously, "Brother."

Lu Zhou: "Huh?"

Xiaotong said seriously: "Are you stupid for learning mathematics?"

Lu Zhou: "...Get lost!"

Throwing the brush beside the inkstone, Lu Zhou stopped wasting time and turned back to his room. He dug 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 inadvertently, making it difficult to trace its trajectory.

Just now, a key clue flashed through Lu Zhou's mind.

But that thread was too abstract.

So much so that he almost let it slip away.

What Lu Zhou has to do now is to peel off the abstract inspiration and transform it into a mathematical language that can be written on paper...