When Zhang Boming left, Jing Yulan found that there were only two people left in the room. Her thinking was still shocked by the 2,000 yuan manuscript fee. At this moment, she asked without saying a word: "What article did you write for the Science Pictorial? Such a high manuscript fee?"

"A popular science article, called "Biosphere", has tens of thousands of words, so the royalties are relatively high." Yang Rui collected the royalties notice and passbook. Whether he can continue to eat meat in the future depends on their money. Although the WestJet factory gave a lot of money, it is not convenient to expose it. Moreover, whether Chinese people register companies in Hong Kong is legal or not is a different story, and it is troublesome to reveal it.

"Do you have "Science Pictorial" here? Let's take a look." Jing Yulan is not good at leaving now, so it's better to find something to do.

Yang Rui nodded and found several books of Science Pictorial from the bookcase. Before he wrote an article, he bought a book of Science Pictorial to read the article style, and then bought two more books, but he never read it again. Compared with later science fiction novels, Science Pictorial in the 1980s was really not advanced enough.

Jing Yulan is a girl who only reads literature but not science. She reads it with relish. The entry point of "Biosphere" is very good, and it is happening abroad. Yang Rui's popular science article can be published in a national magazine, and its readability is naturally not weak.

The magazine even made an appointment with Yang Rui, but unfortunately he had already made his first pot of gold at that time and began to prepare for publishing papers, so he had no time to tinker with novels.

Compared with biological experiments and papers, Yang Rui is far from good at novels, and he puts in more energy and time, and he doesn't want to touch them anymore.

Jing Yulan was interesting to read and asked two questions from time to time, including Chinese and English, while Yang Rui answered them all in English.

Seeing the middle part, Jing Yulan also became interested in the Americans' Biosphere 2, and asked Yang Rui to explain to her in English what is a "micro-artificial ecological circulation system that simulates the earth's environment."

Yang Rui is better at such professional English than daily conversations, and he exudes a lot of professional nouns in one breath.

Jing Yulan was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she sighed: "You have looked up a lot of books? It was not easy to write this article at that time."

"It's okay, what you asked is exactly what I'm good at." Yang Rui said half-truely: "I have loved biology since I was a child, and I have prepared a lot of biological related words. This article was also written by reading foreign papers first."

"No wonder it can be published in Science Pictorial." Jing Yulan is quite impressed by this.

The circulation of "Science Pictorial" in China is more than 1 million copies per issue, which is a very terrifying number. It is roughly estimated that at least tens of millions of people will read it in each issue. This data will not be broken again until 2005. In the 1990s, the best magazines in China were only sold for 100,000 copies, and many magazines went bankrupt as a result.

Zhang Boming also left sadly because of this. As a literary youth, the weight of "Science Pictorial" is quite heavy. The influence of magazines in the 1980s on people's thinking, their time, and their information channels are unprecedented. The articles sent to them every day are also full of great numbers, and it is indeed not easy to stand out.

Although "Biosphere" has Yang Rui's past experience, it was completely written by him.

When talking about this article, Yang Rui was also quite proud.

Jing Yulan refreshed her impression of Yang Rui again, and the issues they talked about gradually deepened.

By the time a pot of mutton was cooked thoroughly, Yang Rui's understanding of Jing Yulan had tripled due to the fact that.

"Let's eat next to the stove, this is the dish anyway." Yang Rui pinched the time, opened the lid of the aluminum pot, added salt, and stirred it again, and smiled and said, "It seems that it's successful. Let's eat and chat, as if it's a conversation by the stove."

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

"yes."

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

"You can see it anywhere." Yang Rui replied cautiously.

Jing Yulan shook her head and said, "Now, the students in the English department know that there are not many people talking by the fireside. Many people think that capitalism is unchanging."

"There is no static theory. From a biological perspective, it is possible to live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long. " Yang Rui laughed and changed the topic.

Jing Yulan's attention was not on how Yang Rui obtained information, nodded and said, "It's right. The political system cannot be unchanged. Roosevelt's fireside conversation is a clear proof. Listening to his first seven fireside conversations, they talked about the New Deal, the issues of society, industry and labor. Of course, the relief and revival he has always emphasized, these are reforms that capitalism moves closer to *... I think that in today's Chinese society, what needs to be discussed most is also the issues of society, industry and workers..."

She obviously had in-depth thinking on this issue, and Yang Rui didn't bother her, so she let her talk to herself.

Speaking is also a way to straighten out your thinking at some point.

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

Yang Rui was not worried about her saying the wrong thing. Since the 1980s, the crime of being convicted for her words has little to do with the academic community. Scholars discuss ideology or social economy in the form of papers and say whatever they want. However, once the mass media reprints certain articles or excerpts, it often causes uproar.

The reality is that some remarks that ordinary people cannot tolerate can not even be considered extreme in the academic world.

However, the price of freedom has always been like this. If you want freedom of speech, you have to endure teenagers watching Playboy. If you want to return to the Stone Age, you have to endure your 9-year-old son in public and your 11-year-old daughter has children.

While saying that people are "say whatever they want", they demand restrictions and bans on "**** pornography". That is not freedom, but privilege.

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

Jing Yulan woke up in a panic and immediately stopped and said, "I seem to have said too much."

Yang Rui knew what she was worried about and smiled and said, "You are a professor at Normal College, and you are talking about American politics. What does it matter if you are using English?"

Jing Yulan thought about it, and her tense body relaxed just now, shook her head and said, "The professor is relaxed. I am still a lecturer now."

"As long as you are a university teacher, this is a talisman. You insist that it is an academic discussion and nothing will happen. Besides, the current political climate is not that nervous." Yang Rui comforted him. The movement had just passed, and people still had various concerns, and it was not surprising that Jing Yulan was afraid.

Jing Yulan nodded slowly and said, "I may be influenced by my father. When talking about political issues, I was a little excited. Over the years, I have been careful to avoid such things, but I didn't expect that I couldn't hold it back to you."

"It's not just you who are excited about political issues, but I see that people nowadays are excited about political issues." Yang Rui pushed the bowl and said, "If you want to eat staple food, there are steamed buns. I threw two of them in the oven. If you don't eat staple food, just use potatoes. It's okay to eat meat, it depends on your personal preference."

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

"I'll eat first." In order to prevent Jing Yulan from being uncomfortable, Yang Rui first moved the chopsticks and started chewing them in big mouthfuls while blowing.

He had to run morning jogs and exercise equipment every day, and the energy he consumed was not a little bit. Later fitness champions all relied on protein powder to supplement nutrition. Yang Rui had no place to buy these things, nor did he really need to exercise his bodybuilder-like figure, so he used a lot of meat to fill it up.

After four or five pounds of mutton were cooked, only more than half of the weight was left. Even if Jing Yulan was not there, Yang Rui would only have two meals.

Jing Yulan was intensely influenced by Yang Rui's rough way of eating meat. She also picked up a small piece of rib and put it on her lips and bit it. The rich meat fragrance mixed with the mellow aroma of oil instantly awakened her taste buds.

"It's really good." Jing Yulan sincerely praised it, and the speed of removing chopsticks was quietly accelerating.

The mutton that was fried first and then stuffed was locked in the gravy, so that after it was cooked, it was still tender and juicy. The thin layer of fat was half-melt, nourishing the lean meat of different thicknesses and improving the grade of the whole piece of meat.

Yang Rui ate three bowls of mutton in one breath before slowing down his speed. With his inspiration, Jing Yulan also ate a bowl of meat and potatoes, and her whole body was warm.

"I'll wash the dishes." Seeing that Yang Rui had finished eating, Jing Yulan took the initiative to ask.

"You are a guest..."

"The guests can also help. Besides, I am still your teacher and I can't just let you work." Jing Yulan took off her coat again, showed her slender figure, put away the dishes, bent down to lift water, and then washed in the room.

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

Just treat it as a welfare. Relaxation of daily welfare for tutors sounds very exciting.

...

The tour group came and left. As New Year's Day approached, fewer and fewer people came and more and more people walked. The halo of the pre-study exam hanging above Yang Rui's head seemed to gradually disappear.

Jing Yulan returned to school and returned the next week.

However, Zhang Boming reorganized his business. He heard that Jing Yulan had returned to Xibao Middle School and followed him.

It’s not easy to get Yang Rui to get there, just pretending that he didn’t see him.

Jing Yulan continued to chat with him in English and taught grammar in English.

This is also a compromise that Jing Yulan thought of. In English, it is naturally more difficult to explain grammar, but from another aspect, it is more in line with Yang Rui's requirements. He listens as soon as he wants to, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand it. It's fine to wait for Jing Yulan to talk about it next time.

Yang Rui spent so much free time, far beyond Jing Yulan's expectations. 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 dull for two weeks in tension, and then he was disturbed by phone calls from the UK.

The WestJet Factory is about to pay dividends at the end of the year.

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Chapter completed!