"Mr. Foss, I heard that in July 1827, you burned down your chemistry laboratory due to careless experimental operation, and you lost three years' salary for this.
Also, you just paid off the compensation, but in October last year, you caused another explosion, for which you lost a left eye and a right ear, and destroyed the laboratory again? Do we?
Does the chemistry laboratory at the University of Poitou have any grudge against you?"
Sean thought about the information prepared by his secretary in a leisurely manner, and every sentence seemed to stab Professor Foss's heart.
This poor chemistry professor, who only had a decent coat, was now ashamed of himself.
"Mr. President, I am willing to compensate the university for its losses. Please believe me!" Foss explained.
"Does this mean you won't get paid for the next three years?"
"I can also give extra tutoring lessons to all students who are interested in chemistry for free. In addition, I can help other professors copy materials, free of charge!"
"Well, that's a good idea." Sean smiled.
Foss quickly forced out a flattering smile at Sean, but it was very ugly to match his face, which had lost one eye.
This chemistry professor was at the end of his rope, and even his wife had to go out to find work to supplement the family income. It was a miracle that his wife did not divorce him.
"Mr. Foss, would you like to talk about your research? As for copying or making up lessons, put these aside for now. If you are satisfied, I can represent the school and waive your compensation, and even give you the position of professor.
Matching treatment.”
Sean's encouragement made Professor Foss very excited, so he stuttered a little:
"Once, I... I brought some... nitric acid and sulfuric acid home and planned to do experiments in my spare time..."
"That should be the property of the school, right? Wait, it seems I understand why you always get into trouble. How can you bring these dangerous items home?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Principal, I promise I will never do this again." Foss's face turned pale, and he was accused of nothing.
"Okay, let's not mention this for now. You continue." Sean said helplessly.
"That day I accidentally spilled nitric acid and sulfuric acid and mixed them together. I couldn't find anything to wipe them off. My wife's newly bought cotton apron happened to be lying aside, so I used this apron as a rag. I haven't finished it yet.
After doing this, I regretted it so much and was worried that my wife would find out and blame me again. So I quickly rinsed the apron and put it on the stove to bake."
"It was burned?" Sean asked.
"Yes, it was completely burned, not even a dreg. But I think I made an amazing discovery."
At this point, Foss's eyes sparkled.
"And you destroyed the lab twice?" Sean teased.
Foss couldn't help but said eagerly:
"Mr. Principal, I heard that you have been on the battlefield, experienced a hail of bullets, and contributed to the famous Bass rifle. I dare say that you are the only one in Poitou who should be touched by my discovery?"
Sean nodded: "Yes, because of this, you are the third scholar I want to meet today. You are at least a brave person, and you paid a huge price for this. But I don't want to let the University of Poitou
The chemical laboratory was destroyed again.”
"So..." Foss even thought that he was going to be kicked out. Apart from researching chemicals, he really didn't know what else he would do.
"So, I am going to build a laboratory for you alone, and equip it with the necessary funds and assistants. Your assistant's only responsibility is to prevent you from losing another eye.
From now on, your salary will be paid normally. Forget about making up classes and copying, that is not what a chemist should do. Tongjin, in view of the dangers of the research you are engaged in, this laboratory can only be placed away from the busy city.
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Well, let's just put it at the foot of Rocky Mountain. I don't want to be sent to heaven by you unknowingly as a noble viscount who has not yet married a wife."
"Thank you principal!"
The one-eyed, one-eared chemist burst into tears.
Next came the fourth scholar, who Sean didn't want to meet at first, and he even wanted to expel this guy.
But you can't do this, you can't even talk about it, especially after seeing his application. This is Professor Ambrose Hill from the seminary.
All universities in the empire can be traced back to seminaries. In the old days, only priests had the power to interpret the meaning of scriptures, first of all because they were literate.
At the same time, even many nobles were illiterate.
When natural science has gone through the Enlightenment and developed to the present era, theology has stepped aside, but it is still retained in some universities, or is regarded as a part of philosophy.
In Sean's opinion, this is mostly because university administrators hope to obtain donations from churches.
Unlike others, Ambrose Hill wore a black robe. He was a Catholic fanatic and did not marry a wife.
"Professor Hill, nice to meet you!" Sean suddenly felt that he was very hypocritical, and he wanted to send these guys to the church.
"I'm glad to see you too, Mr. Principal." Hill said.
"I read your report. Are you applying for a fund of 1,000 gold louis to inspect historical sites in order to find clues to prove the existence of God?" Sean asked.
It is impossible for God to exist, but on this planet of hope, this is an issue. Where did humans come from? Archaeologists cannot explain why the history of 5,000 years ago is blank. Therefore, the legend may come from facts.
Dragon, dragon boat, zodiac, and a few square characters that Sean was very familiar with.
These clues make Sean the only person who is convinced that humans come from extraterrestrial civilizations, that the first batch of space immigrants may be mainly Chinese, and that the spaceship named after the dragon is God.
But starting civilization all over again is specious.
Hundreds of years have passed since the Age of Discovery initiated by the Xia people, which accelerated mankind towards the civilized era. But I hope that humans on the planet still have many unexplored places in this world. Maybe we can find some ruins worth studying.
At least there are very few records about the hinterland of the northern Assyrian empire.
"Yes, I firmly believe that God is the only Lord in this world, and the Lord created all things and living beings..."
Sean smiled and listened to Professor Hill stating a lot of reasons, and nodded in praise:
"I sincerely admire your sentiments and tenacity, just as I admire those famous apostles of God. They gave up their family and reproduction rights and chose a path of serving God. This is a path without self-interest.
The great sentiments of people are really admirable. But, respectable professor, I think your plan is too conservative!"
Professor Hill was a little dazed. He also knew that the field he was engaged in was different from others. It was a spiritual research. If he could apply for 300 gold louis from the principal, he would be grateful.
"Mr. Principal, can I take it that you agree with my plan to conduct a comprehensive inspection of known historical sites across the country?" Hill asked.
"No, respectable professor, you need a large sea ship that can sail around the world and is equipped with thirty sophisticated cannons. I have already thought of its name, it is called the Dragon Ship, and you also need to be equipped with a captain.
A deputy captain, two first mates and thirty experienced sailors, plus a hundred escorts who can serve as artillery and deal with small conflicts.
In addition, you can also recruit like-minded companions. I think scholars from all Imperial Theological Seminaries will flock here. Of course, as the rector of the University of Poitou, I ask you to give priority to your colleagues as much as possible. After all, they should also
I am very happy to share this honor.”
Hill was stunned: "That, that, should be a lot of money!"
He seriously doubted that this plan would cause the University of Poitou to collapse immediately.
"I think Your Excellency the Bishop will approve of such a voyage and global inspection." Sean smiled.
"Is Your Excellency the Bishop willing to pay this money?" Hill was not very confident and just listened to Sean say:
"When everyone in the empire knows that there will be such a feat, money will not be a problem. So Professor Hill, go back and revise your application. I hope to see a great and glorious plan, go ahead!"
Sean really hopes to make some amazing discovery.
After sending Hill away, Sean felt a little tired, mainly because he was tired!
But he couldn't rest now. Sean met with more than a dozen scholars in succession. For those that he "understood", he would make full use of his advantages and either provide support, or persuade them to reduce the amount of application, or even change the research direction.
And for things he doesn't understand, he will find various reasons to reduce them if he can, and reject them if he can. The funds are really limited.
This is an era of great explosion of knowledge, but knowledge does not mean productivity. Those who invented and improved steam engines may not be able to read. And those who study the movement of celestial bodies will not bring direct benefits.
The funds for running the school are very limited, mainly coming from government grants and church donations. In fact, there are very few funds that can be used to support natural science research.
As a university president, Sean has to make a choice. Of course, he has to find a way to make money. The integration of production, learning, and research is the ideal situation he wants most, forming a virtuous cycle. Only in this way can those who
Metaphysical academic activities are nourished.
However, according to Sean's observation, no one has proposed such a concept yet. Sean believes that this aspect has great potential and is the only way to solve the current predicament of the University of Poitou.
Therefore, he can currently only support projects that use the least amount of money and can bring huge prestige and benefits to the school.
When they received this benefit, those who were whispering behind their backs could only stop their activities and submit to Sean's authority.
Lavadie's experiment was the easiest and fastest to produce results. Inspired by Sean, Lavadie designed several more experiments and made important discoveries. These results were immediately published in the Journal of the University of Poitou.
superior.
Two weeks later, these papers were reprinted in full by the Journal of the University of the Holy City, causing a sensation. Because Rawady spoke highly of Xiao in his paper, this reminded scholars in the Holy City of Xiao.
The name of the wizard of En.
However, what Sean is most looking forward to is Dr. Nolan's breakthrough. After all, Sean is also afraid of death.
During this time, Nolan traveled throughout the Genoa countryside. He first visited farmers and landowners who raised cattle. The cattle here were generally farm cattle or beef cattle, and there were no dairy cows found in the north.
So there is no milkmaid as Sean mentioned, but it does not mean that these southern cows do not get cowpox. Those who deal with cows all day will more or less encounter pus cells on cows. In addition, there are other domestic animals as well.
This disease is similar to smallpox.
After a rough calculation, Nolan's confidence was boosted, and he immediately set off to travel to the distant northern grassland province.
However, when Nolan was complacent, he could not find anyone willing to conduct experiments, which involved moral ethics.
Of course, if he spends money, he can find poor people to conduct secret experiments, and he can have as many as he wants.
But even if such a thing succeeds, when he accepts the highest honor, he will be attacked and considered to have moral problems. This is a very serious accusation. If it fails, Dr. Nolan can only be a
A historical figure.
Because when he passed through the Holy City before, he had discussions with some doctors in the Holy City. As a result, the local doctors ridiculed him, thinking that he was a capricious Southerner. The newspaper in the Holy City also mentioned this,
Consider Dr. Nolan a liar.
Nolan was even asked to be questioned by the Holy City patrol. Fortunately, he carried a letter written by Sean, which was a letter written by Sean to Mr. Palmer, the president of Holy City University.
This letter saved him, but from then on it made him, a southerner, have a very unfriendly view of the Holy City and even the Yankees.
Nolan, who was angry in the north, unfamiliar with the place and had no connections, had no choice but to return to Genoa. He realized that he had reached a critical moment and he desperately wanted to find Sean's help.
If he hadn't had smallpox as a child, Nolan would have tested it on himself.
It was the end of July when I saw Nolan again. In the past four months, Nolan had traveled more than 5,000 kilometers using various means of transportation. He was on the road almost every day, and he had lost several pounds when he returned to Genoa.
During this period, Nolan fell ill on the ship and lay down for almost the entire journey back. Fortunately, he was a doctor and carried common medicine with him, otherwise he might have died.
Looking at Dr. Noah with sunken eyes and listening to him talk about all the hardships he had gone through before, Sean said:
"Try it on me."
At this time, Sean was already busy with another big thing and had even forgotten that he was still a university president.