Autistic genius, a flourishing era of scientific research

Xia Fei played a card with a beaming expression. "I can lose, but Jiang Yan must not win. Of course, the other two had better not win either. They can't beat Jiang Yan, so how can they win?"

Li Ming sneered twice: "Haha."

Xu Weiran knocked the mahjong tiles on the low table again and again, urging Li Ming:

"Stop laughing, play your cards."

Li Ming glanced at him again. It sounded like none of the three of them was willing to give in. He said to Xu Weiran, "Don't even think about that."

It seems that Leon Lai has the cards that Xu Weiran needs.

All three of them felt that they could be the only winner.

Although in the end there is basically no winner.

Lu Qinghuan now understood that they were joining forces to deal with Jiang Yan.

While dealing with Jiang Yan, he also had to be careful not to let his allies win. What if each person was fighting one against three?

"You guys are so cunning! You've turned Mahjong into a game of Landlord. That's not how you play Landlord..."

"I will never play cards or mahjong with people like you who have excellent academic performance!"

Wouldn't she lose everything if she loses?

Jiang Yan supported her chin with her right hand and placed her left hand palm down on the low table. She pinched the mahjong in her hand with her slender fingers and threw it upwards. The mahjong spun several times in the air and then fell back onto the back of her fingers, and was then pinched between her fingers again.

She looked up at the cards Liming had dealt, placed the mahjong tiles on the low table, tapped them twice with her fingertips, and said calmly:

"Bang."

In recent years, Lu Qinghuan could hear the lively atmosphere of relatives playing mahjong during the Spring Festival. Jiang Yan's voice was flat and she always found it a little funny when she read out words like "peng", "gang" and "hu" that were only used when playing mahjong. In a trance, it seemed that the activity of playing mahjong had become cold and heartless, and it was as if the girl with a high ponytail sitting beside the low table with a calm face was tainted with the air of fireworks.

Li Ming was stunned, and slapped the mahjong he had just put out. "You've got it wrong! Can you change your mind?"

Xia Fei and Xu Weiran also reacted at this time.

Xia Fei's face was filled with grief and anguish. "Why are you so disappointing? Li Ming, I won't play with you next time."

Xu Weiran felt that the two of them, the eldest brother, let alone the second brother, had just won once when Jiang Yan had won, and it was Xia Fei who played the cards. "I feel like you two are not good enough. I can't carry you."

Jiang Yan certainly didn't give Li Ming a chance to regret. She pointed to the empty space next to the mahjong tiles she had placed flat on the ground, and said to Li Ming ruthlessly:

"Hand it over."

Li Ming regretted his decision and threw the cards in front of Jiang Yan, knocking down the two cards in front of Jiang Yan.

Lu Qinghuan was just thinking that Li Ming was a stingy person because he couldn't beat Jiang Yan, and was about to get angry, when he saw Jiang Yan calmly turn over the two cards that had been knocked over and put them aside.

——It turned out to be a card of the same suit that Jiang Yan had not yet taken out from her own deck.

This was clearly not intentional.

They even know where to put each card!

Lu Qinghuan: This is horrible.

It reminded her of the description in the story of "Research Team" that she had heard many times: "When the gods fight, the little devils suffer."

In the story, "the fight between gods" refers to the fact that the five people in the research team are too good at research, and "the little devils suffer" is a satire on those people abroad who stigmatize Xia.

She really liked the author of the story "Research Team". When she learned that foreign media had slandered Jiang Yan and others for academic fraud, Lu Qinghuan was furious. However, she didn't want to expose their identities, so she avoided them and didn't dare to curse them too much. At most, she would join in the discussion with the students and curse them out of hatred.

The author simply wrote about those foreign media in the article, and then criticized them in a simple and straightforward manner. The criticism was made known to people all over the country, which was very gratifying.

After putting the discarded cards aside, Jiang Yan glanced at the cards he hadn't touched yet, and after a moment said:

"I won this time."

The three of them were looking at the cards in silence. Lu Qinghuan had been with them for a long time, and seeing their serious expressions, he knew that they were calculating in their heads.

Sure enough, after a while, Xia Fei said, "I can't stop it. I can't stop it."

Liming pushed the cards in front of him: "Okay, it is indeed you who won."

Xu Weiran rubbed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and squinted at the ceiling: "I won't fight anymore. My eyes are tired."

They had obviously calculated several interception plans, but in the end they found that either one of them would give the card to Jiang Yan, or Jiang Yan would be able to touch it himself.

Jiang Yan was sitting on the floor. When she stopped playing, she stood up and sat on the sofa. Lu Qinghuan went to get the radio and started looking for the broadcast she liked. She said,

"My dad will definitely be home for the New Year, so I asked him to buy a TV for our house! From now on, we can play while the TV plays. We can also watch TV when we get tired of playing."

Xia Fei stood up and went to the kitchen to get five bowls. He then brought a kettle and poured a bowl of water for each person. "Speaking of the New Year, Xu Weiran, is your mother coming home?"

"Didn't you say before that if you didn't come back for three months, you would be away for half a year before coming back? Now it's almost the New Year, so you must go home, right?"

Xu Weiran nodded: "Probably."

Liming took a sip of hot water and asked, "Should we move our things here?"

They looked at Jiang Yan, and Jiang Yan said:

"Move the others here. The machines are not needed. Leave them to my brother and the others."

Several people nodded in agreement, and then Xia Fei and Liming rested for a while before starting to think. Xu Weiran also took out a notebook from his schoolbag and asked some questions that he had not learned yet.

They have been studying the space line with Jiang Yan during this period, putting aside what Jiang Yan had asked them to learn before. Now the space line has been mastered.

They were not in a hurry to continue. Firstly, they wanted to help the Military Research Institute research structural weapons, and secondly, they really needed to learn more about other things.

So Xu Weiran reopened the reference books on various fields that Jiang Yan had asked Jiang Xiaowen and Si Cizhan to find. Although what they learned now might just be theory talk, as Jiang Yan said, there's nothing wrong with expanding one's thinking.

Therefore, even if it is just talk, they have to know how to talk about it on paper.

Xia Fei and Liming were also discussing what they had learned from reading professional reference books over the past two days.

It can only be said that Si Cizhan and Jiang Xiaowen are indeed capable people. The reference books they found are not ordinary popular science books, but professional books full of research.

After discussing for a few days, they all agreed that they could first study the thick bound books in the field of agriculture.

The contents of these books, if divided according to their subjects, are actually very messy. Some involve biology, some involve physics, some involve chemistry, and some involve geography.

At first, they all thought it was too complex. But as they learned more, they realized that agriculture was a huge issue, affecting the entire country and even the survival and development of mankind. Even though the professional information in the agricultural field touched on every aspect of the world, it was not disorganized, but rather just as it should be.

Xia Fei and Liming were also discussing the content. Since they were close to each other, they naturally gathered together. If there was something they really couldn't understand, they would gather around Jiang Yan like Xu Weiran.

Jiang Yan was indeed relearning the agricultural knowledge of this era, just like when he was designing agricultural machinery, mainly to understand the current level of development of various aspects of agriculture.

What kind of technology can be connected? If she gets bored in the future and wants to enter the agricultural field, what level can she leap to?

She has never lacked food after traveling through time. As for the taste, if the food is cooked well, it will taste good. So although she wants to improve her food, clothing, housing and transportation in life, she has not given much thought to the "food" aspect at the moment.

Seeing that the four of them all wanted to learn and expand their knowledge in the agricultural field, Jiang Yan made the decision to follow them this time.

Lu Qinghuan sat a little further away from them, holding a bowl of hot boiled water to cool it down, and at the same time acting as a watchdog for the four of them.

If someone in the kitchen came out, she would immediately stop their meeting-like discussion.

Aunt Gao and Aunt Song don’t know about this yet. Anyway, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

It is very cold in Xiaoyu City at the end of December. It is easy to feel cold even if you don’t move around at home. You need to wear an extra cotton jacket and two pairs of pants to be warm enough.

Lu Qinghuan was wearing gloves knitted by Zhang Qianlin. The water in the bowl was steaming. She blew away the steam and took a sip. The warmth went from her mouth to her stomach, making her feel extremely comfortable.

There were still laughter and joyful sounds in the kitchen. It sounded like Si Ci Zhan had made some mistakes while cooking. Aunt Song and Aunt Gao were laughing non-stop. Brother Jiang seemed to be helping, and soon he started carrying out a plate of food and putting it on the table.

Jiang Xiaowen glanced at the movement in the living room and saw that the four of them were gathered together. They were talking quietly, but they were all flipping through books with pens in their hands, and flipping through notebooks, moving their pens from time to time. He knew that they had had enough fun and were studying something else.

He gestured to Lu Qinghuan, who was listening to the radio story with great interest, and then went back to the kitchen.

Before Lu Qinghuan saw the person coming out of the kitchen, someone came to the door first.

An old lady with gray hair and wearing a purple cotton-padded jacket was peeking out of the door. Lu Qinghuan thought she had walked into the wrong place and said quickly:

"Yanyan, there's someone at the door! Do you three know each other?"

The four people who were discussing in a low voice raised their heads and looked towards the door, and sure enough, they saw an old lady at the door.

They looked at each other, shook their heads, and then put their things into their schoolbags.

Lu Qinghuan stood up and walked towards the door:

"Grandma, did you go to the wrong house next door?"

"You're not wrong... They said it was this place." Ma Lianghua, who was standing at the door, saw the girl walking towards her. She couldn't quite make out her identity and thought it was Jiang Yan. She immediately became reserved and hurriedly stuffed some things she had bought on the way into Lu Qinghuan's hands. "I walked fast, and they were with the old man, so they walked slowly."

"This is candy. The shop owner said you young people love to eat these snacks in packets. This one is spicy, this one is not spicy, this one is sweet, this one is sour, what kind of candy is that..."

It was obvious that her clothes could not hold much, but Lu Qinghuan was stuffed with nearly a dozen bags of various snacks by this old lady whom she did not know.

Li Ming looked at Lu Qinghuan: "Do you know her? Is this your grandma?"

Lu Qinghuan was confused: "I don't know him."

"Grandma, did you come to the wrong door? Please come in and sit down first. What's your child's name?" Lu Qinghuan quickly put all the snacks in his arms on the sofa, and then went to help the old lady at the door into the house.

Ma Lianghua looked at the clean tiles on the ground and waved her hands, "I, an old woman, haven't taken off my shoes yet. Wait for me to take them off."

The other three people joined in the fun, very curious about whose elderly person had walked into the wrong door.

Seeing the person Lu Qinghuan was supporting bending over to take off his shoes, Xu Weiran stopped him:

"Grandma doesn't need slippers. We didn't take them off."

"Yes, yes, no need to take it off, we will clean up later," Xia Fei said as he walked forward and together with Lu Qinghuan half pulled and half supported the person in and asked him to sit on the sofa.

Liming had already gone to the kitchen and called his mother Gao Tingzhou and Song Yuwei: