"Listen to Xiaoyuan, does the Literature School in the planning of the Experimental University also need to study advanced mathematics?" Liang Haiping asked with a smile.

The experimental university brought by Chen Shubai briefly describes the establishment of the entire Yuanjia senior management. It is obvious that Liang Haiping has carefully studied it.

"My uncle has a very detailed look at it. The major engineering fields of electrical engineering, computer science, mechanical engineering, civil engineering, and engineering management also need to learn literary history. But I forgot to tell Lao Liu and the others about this, and they should be each other." Liang Yuan said gloatingly.

The most slutty thing the Ministry of Education of the Republic did was to implement the division of liberal arts and science, and artificially split the scientific knowledge of the people into two groups. In Liang Yuan's view, simply studying humanities will lead to deviations in knowledge cognition. Simply studying science is not conducive to the accumulation of life thickness. The saying that being poetic and literary in one's mind is not nonsense.

Of course, "The sun shines incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall is hanging in the front river from afar" or e=mc2, it is necessary for students from the experimental university to experience it themselves.

"Don't Xiaoyuan plan to study in the experimental university in the future?" Liang Haiping asked curiously as he looked at Liang Yuan with obvious appearance as a dead fellow Taoist.

"Shangri-La has spent millions of dollars at Dongda University. Wouldn't it be a loss if I don't continue to study at Dongda University?" Liang Yuan said lazily.

Even if Liang Haiping was killed, he would never have imagined that Liang Yuan could bring out such a shameless reason. In terms of spending money, the experimental university under preparation could be calculated at a scale of hundreds of millions of yuan.

Seeing Liang Haiping's obvious expression of "You're just talking nonsense", Liang Yuan smiled and said, "Uncle, I'm going to see the capital of Mongolia tomorrow. I'm going to sleep."

Liang Haiping went to the bathroom to wash, and Liang Yuan casually sorted out the bedding equipment he brought on the train. However, he was thinking about the future of Dongda University in his mind.

The other side of the lake in Dongda University is a green science and technology park, no longer the ruined construction site with weeds in my memory, but the stump full of traces of time is still a vibrant tree. I have partially changed the history of Shengjing. Will the girl who has imprinted an extremely profound mark in my past life still come to Dongda University to study?

A beautiful face appeared from the deepest part of Liang Yuan's memory without warning, and lingered in his mind for a long time...

At noon on the second day, the T3 international train arrived at Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia on time. Liang Yuan and several international students including literary youths, together with five or six Swiss foreigners, visited Ulaanbaatar Railway Station with great enthusiasm.

Ulaanbaatar Station is a two-story synagogue-style building full of Mongolian and Soviet styles. The construction area of ​​the entire railway station is not as large as that of Shengjing South Station built by the Japanese in the early 20th century. The brown-gray appearance also makes the entire station look extremely ordinary.

Looking at this extremely simple station, the Swiss foreigner who had experienced a strong exotic style was disappointed when he just experienced the extremely luxurious and Mongolian dining car from the T3 train.

Looking at the Ulaanbaatar Railway Station without any fences, several Swiss foreigners discussed briefly and decided to take a walk nearby temporarily to see the Mongolian style.

The literary youth who received a reminder from the Republic train conductor kindly reminded the train of departure time. A foreigner laughed and said, "We started our trip across the Eurasian continent from Japan to Japan. We have never encountered a train that is not on time when it is not on time when it is not on time when it is not on time when it is not on time for the train to go through Japan and most of China."

The foreigner's words made the literary youth eager to try it out, and they also wanted to follow the foreigners around to strengthen their foreign languages ​​and adapt to the foreign language environment in advance. However, seeing Liang Yuan and several others firmly choose to believe the conductor's warning, they only acted near the T3 train and had to give up their choice.

Twenty minutes later, Liang Yuan was bored to study the difference between the Mongolian fried rice sold in the station shop and the common rice flowers in the northeast. A series of loud whistles suddenly sounded on the platform of Ulaanbaatar Station. A Mongolian station staff member was holding a loud horn and shouting in extremely poor English that the train was about to leave. The passengers who were still wandering under the train quickly got on the train.

After a mess of chaos, the T3 International Train slowly drove away from Ulaanbaatar Station five minutes later. At this time, the standard departure time on the T3 International Train schedule was still 40 minutes away.

Liang Haiping looked at Liang Yuan walking into the box with a smile on his face, putting down the "Jane's Aircraft Yearbook" in his hand. He asked funnyly: "Xiaoyuan, what's wrong? Have you picked up the US dollar when you go out for a walk?"

"I think, the company's working capital is so tight now. Unfortunately, I went out for a long time and couldn't pick up a super coin made in the United States."

At this time, Liang Haiping could not know that Americans would seriously plan to issue super coins worth one trillion US dollars in the future. Naturally, they could not understand Liang Yuan's complaints.

"Uncle, those Swiss foreigners still kept their impression of the railway when traveling in Japan and China, and ignored the warnings of the conductors and were thrown in Ulaanbaatar." Liang Yuan said with a smile.

Unfortunately, Swiss foreigners from Western Europe are very much. The areas where railway operations are most punctual on this planet are Western Europe, Japan and China. After staying in these three places for a long time, they will inevitably regard trains as a matter of natural condition, and as a result, foreigners will inevitably suffer tragedy.

Looking at Liang Yuan's happy look, Liang Haiping thought about it but still couldn't find anything funny about this matter. However, seeing his nephew's rare appearance of carefree appearance that a boy should have, he still smiled.

Mongolia was narrow and narrow from north to south, and the T3 international train took less than a day to travel across Mongolia and enter the Soviet Union.

When Liang Yuan opened his eyes again, it was already bright. The sound of the train hitting the rails still ringing in his ears. He stretched out his long and long waist before he got up. The door of the private room was pushed open, and Liang Haiping, who was carrying a few stainless steel tableware, walked in from outside.

"Xiaoyuan woke up. My uncle just got the Soviet red vegetable soup from the dining car and quickly drank it while it was hot."

"Where are you now?" Liang Yuan asked.

"I have passed Irkutsk, and the train stopped there for nearly an hour. I thought you could wake up in the morning." Liang Haiping said with a smile.

"My God, it turns out that I have arrived in Lake Baikal. Why didn't my uncle wake me up?" Liang Yuan rubbed his cheeks, turned around and lifted the curtains of the train window beside him...

Outside the window is a white world, with green pines and cypresses embedded in the white ground like dark green jade, and the tiny bays of Lake Baikal can be seen everywhere outside the car window.

Liang Yuan swore that this was the first time he had discovered since he was a child that color could be associated with the word solidification.

In winter, the surface of Lake Baikal has condensed into a huge crystal. The howling Siberian cold wind has swept away the snow on the lake, revealing large areas of transparent ice sheets. The extremely deep lake water is still motionless under the transparent ice sheet, as if it has solidified deep blue, with a strange and dazzling beauty.

It's so beautiful, Liang Yuan murmured softly. Now standing on the lake, it should be like stepping on the starry sky under his feet.

"It's very beautiful. I really didn't expect that the legendary Beihai where Su Wu shepherded sheep was so beautiful." Liang Haiping also stood in front of the car window and sighed.

Unfortunately, in history, in addition to the prosperous Tang Empire, the Chinese nation had the opportunity to include this beautiful and rich lake into the empire's territory. During the reign of Emperor Yong of the Qing Dynasty, the Brensky Treaty and the Chaktu Treaty signed with Tsar Russia, which divided the middle boundaries of the Qing and Russia, completely marked the final loss of the Central Plains dynasty's rule in the Lake Baikal region.

Should I follow the beacon of justice and take advantage of the situation to rob and completely dismember the Republic, the strong neighbor in the north? and restore it to an independent state of countless franchised republics?

It’s hard to say anything else for the time being. I just look for an opportunity to ask Uncle Xiong to kill Comrade Vladimir Vladimirovic Putin who is in Moscow and is preparing to pick up his own station. I guess the future direction of Russia’s country should become much more interesting. Liang Yuan was thinking irrelevantly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. Read.)

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