1840Indian rebirth

Step through the gate and enter the University of Glasgow.

Seeing this scene, the Scottish teacher who was almost fainted by his words just now felt angry again.

His face turned red, he clenched his fists, and looked furious. It was as if the whistleblower was not entering the University of Glasgow, but his wife.

Of course, the huge difference in size allowed him to retain some sanity.

So his first choice was to find a stick first, and then walked towards the horse post from behind, preparing to sneak attack on this Indian strongman who weighed more than 200 kilograms.

His sneak attack was destined to fail.

If he carefully touched the horse whistle behind him, he might even hit it with a sap.

However, he did not restrain his emotions very well, and the sound of heavy breathing and footsteps betrayed him.

Ma Shao's senses and reaction abilities are much sharper than most people's. To him, such a movement is no different from directly shouting "Stop!"

Listening to the movement behind him, he couldn't help but regret a little. He thought to himself that he shouldn't have choked on that sentence just now. Now it seems that he has to solve the problem with his hands.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn't happen.

When the Scottish teacher was about to approach, a student ran over and stopped him in time: "Mr. McIntosh, don't do this... don't do this, Mr. McIntosh!"

"Let me go!" McIntosh said angrily, "I'm going to kick this savage out of Glasgow University!"

The horse whistle turned around, walked up to him, and said slowly: "Mr. McIntosh, in fact, before this, I always thought that I was a barbarian. I originally thought that when I came to England, I came to Glasgow.

In college, I could see the civilization and etiquette in my mind. However, I didn’t expect that I would see real barbarians here.”

"Thank you for correcting my point of view, Mr. McIntosh."

He said no more, turned and left.

McIntosh stared blankly at the horse whistle, the expression on his face seemed to be frozen, but the emotions in his heart were tumbling.

He had never felt like this before - anger, shame, confusion, powerlessness, and grievance all intertwined together.

This American savage appeared out of nowhere and brutally ravaged him with just words.

When this Indian, who was as strong as a bull's head, said in a gentlemanly tone that he was a real savage, he could not think of any words to refute except a complete sense of powerlessness.

Ma Shao quickly put this episode behind him and followed the teacher who led the way into an office.

"Thomson, someone has come to bring you a letter—from Joule."

"Okay." A gentle young man who was writing something raised his head and pointed to his desk, "Put it on my desk."

Ma Shao walked over and said: "Professor Thomson, Mr. Joule hopes you can read this letter as soon as possible."

"Um...Okay." Thomson was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything and opened the envelope and read it on the spot.

During this period, the horse whistle looked at the future Baron Kelvin.

The pictures of Kelvin in various textbooks of later generations are basically in the style of Engels - a wise elder with a snow-white beard.

At this time, Kelvin was just twenty-four years old. He was tall and thin, with slightly prominent cheekbones. He had a gentle temperament and even gave people the impression of a good student.

This is not surprising. Isn't it normal for a twenty-four-year-old to be a student?

However, Kelvin was not a student, but a professor. In fact, at the age of eighteen, he was already a serious scientist, chatting and laughing with all the big guys, and was a young genius.

After reading Joule's letter, Thomson looked at Ma Shao and said in surprise: "Are you the other author of the paper on the first law of thermodynamics? An Apache?"

"Yes." Mashao smiled, "As an Apache, it is not easy to visit a professor at the University of Glasgow."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ma Shao." Thomson stood up and shook hands.

"Please sit down." He asked the horseman to take a seat, and then said, "After seeing that paper, I was considering going to Manchester to talk to Joule in person. But since the other author came here in person, I don't have to

One more trip...Although the train is more comfortable than the horse-drawn carriage, a journey of hundreds of miles makes people not want to ride more."

"Indeed, some sections even make me suspect that the train will roll over." Ma Shao agreed. There are indeed many problems with trains these days. When passing through certain dangerous areas, the experience is somewhat similar to a roller coaster, and there is indeed a possibility of overturning.

However, the chance of death from falling is not high. After all, the speed is limited and is about the same as a person running.

Because of this beginning, the two chatted about trains for a while before getting to the point.

"...Joule introduced you to me in detail in his letter. Although it sounds surprising, I believe Joule." Thomson said, "Have you read all my papers?"

"Yes, almost all." Ma Shao nodded, "I have read many papers by outstanding scientists, and you are one of the authors who inspired me the most."

"Thank you for the compliment." Thomson smiled.

Although Thomson has the image of a gentle gentleman, his character is quite confident. When he was praised in this way, he did not show an embarrassed expression like Joule.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this personality that in the future he will announce the completion of the physics building with great fanfare.

The two talked about the nascent thermodynamics.

Thomson obviously did not believe in Joule as he said, and was somewhat doubtful about Ma Shao's knowledge.

After all, it seemed outrageous that an Indian who appeared out of nowhere was directly involved in the creation of thermodynamics. He even thought about the possibility that Joule had been kidnapped.

Therefore, in the initial dialogue, Thomson often raised some questions intentionally or unintentionally, trying to test his superiority.

But facing a future person standing on one's shoulders, this approach is obviously meaningless.

None of the questions raised by Thomson could stump Ma Shao. Instead, as the conversation progressed, his thoughts were completely guided by Ma Shao to the predetermined topic.

Thomson said: "...it would be great if an absolute temperature scale could be established that was independent of the properties of matter, but thermometers are just too crude."

Absolute temperature scale, this is exactly the purpose of Mashao's trip.

Judging from this sentence, Kelvin should not have developed an absolute temperature scale yet, at least it has not been written and published in a paper.

"You're right. If you want to improve thermodynamics, you first need a more reasonable absolute temperature scale." Mashao nodded.

Thomson: "Have you thought about this too?"

Ma Shao nodded: "Actually, I already have an idea that may not be very mature."

Thomson blinked, hesitated and said, "I also have an idea... I don't know if we have the same idea."

Ma Shao smiled and said: "How about this. Let's write down our respective ideas on paper, and then compare them together to see if they are the same."

"Interesting." Thomson agreed with a smile.

Immediately, the two of them took a piece of paper and wrote a few words on it.