Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Liu Bingxian brought a few hemp balls and a few donkeys rolled around, kicked their legs, and walked home from the familiar alley, saying hello all the way. @乐＠文＠小说＠说|

"Liu Sanye went to buy breakfast."

"Hey, I went to Huguo Temple to eat some Jiaoquaner, drank a bowl of bean juice, and made a bowl of offal soup." Liu Bingxian said, licking his lips, as if reminiscing.

"Huguo Temple Snack Bar? Yes, it tastes good."

"That's right, the taste is quite good..." Liu Bingxian laughed twice and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Eat, sesame cakes, from Lao Shuan's."

"Old Chuan's is pretty good. Have you had bean noodle ball soup?"

"I can't afford it, but if I can save one, I can't compare with your third master Liu. The three kids in the family can't eat enough."

Liu Bingxian was a little proud at once, laughed twice, and said: "It's okay, your eldest is the second year of junior high school this year, and he will be liberated in the next year. If you find a job, you can support your younger brothers and sisters."

"I'm afraid it won't work, our boss wants to take the exam."

"What do you study for?"

"It's for university entrance exams. People are willing to study, so we have to confess."

Liu Bingxian's expression collapsed, and he frowned and said, "Girls, what's the use of going to college. Let me tell you, after graduating next year, it's most practical for your boss to find a serious job. Don't bump your head into the single-plank bridge. In the past, wasting three or four years, what's the use of bumping into it? Isn't she someone else's daughter-in-law?"

"You, Liu Laosan, have an idea." This man changed his address, and his pretentious smile disappeared. He turned around and went home, closed the door, and clicked it back.

Inside the door, there was a faint sound of spitting, but it was inaudible.

Outside the door, Liu Bingxian was also full of disdain, spit on the threshold of the house, and cursed in a low voice: "A guy who looks down on people with a dog's eyes, what's the use of learning well, he is not a loser."

Cursing and scolding, Liu Bingxian's arms are exhausted when he thinks of his two crazy rascals.

So he came to a fork in the road, Liu Bingxian heard the sound of tinkling carpenters, and turned around naturally.

"What are you building? Which unit?" Liu Bingxian couldn't help asking as he looked at a former old house whose tiles had been removed.

The construction worker lowered his head, seeing a half-middle-aged man kicking on an old man's shoes, he didn't care much and said, "We built it in Beijing."

"Huh?" Liu Bingxian's voice was provocative: "Jingjian will decorate other people's houses? Which corrupt criminal is this?"

Today's social atmosphere is such that many people are used to the mode of direct attack, especially those from the capital city, who have practiced Beijing movies early on, some are humorous, and some are acrimonious.

Of course, the construction workers are also from the capital, and, unlike Liu Bingxian, an idle resident wearing kicks, he is a national worker with a formal establishment, so this one is also bluntly said: "You can control it." ?"

Liu Bingxian was upset, and asked, "Why can't I control it anymore?"

"You really don't care." The construction worker gave him a contemptuous look, turned around and left Liu Bingxian's sight.

He didn't want to be entangled with such a fool.

I don't know whether it's language or expression, but Liu Bingxian's anger was ignited all of a sudden, and he said loudly: "What's the big deal? Corruption is in front of my house? I can't control it anymore?"

"You can take care of it if you have the ability." Although the worker could no longer see Liu Bingxian, he could hear his voice, so he replied leisurely from the other side of the wall.

Liu Bingxian raised his foot, wanting to put it on the door of this family.

However, looking at the vermilion red and freshly painted gate, Liu Bingxian did not set foot after all.

People from the capital city can't be so careless, aside from other things, they will have to pay for the damage of their lacquer. Judging by the appearance of this lacquer, it may cost more than tens of thousands of offal soup. If he had the money, why would he brag to the neighbors? He just took a pair of shoes and walked around the alleys.

However, Liu Bingxian is not prepared to let this family go so easily.

He thought bitterly: "I can't cure you, someone else can."

As I said, Liu Bingxian walked in the direction of the street office, and went back home in the middle to deliver the breakfast he bought to his family.

Half an hour later, Xiao Chen from the sub-district office followed Liu Bingxian bored to a house with a newly painted vermilion gate.

"Hello, is the head of the household here?" Xiao Chen raised his head and asked.

Seeing him wearing cadre uniform and seeing Liu Bingxian behind him, the construction worker secretly said "unlucky" and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm from the street office, and the ID is in my pocket."

The worker frowned and said, "The head of the household is inside."

"Then let's go in and have a look?" Xiao Chen was still polite, but a kind of polite with power.

Nowadays, the sub-district office has a lot of power, especially for ordinary residents, and basically has the functions of a small government, and its administrative level is the same as that of the township. Although it is still not as powerful as the township, it depends on when it is compared to. The street office in the 1980s may have a little more power than the township organization twenty or thirty years later.

In fact, 20 or 30 years later, many people often need to go to the street office to issue various certificates, such as going to university or settling down. This is a routine matter for later generations, but it was not in 1986. However, if it was earlier, some people might not even be able to study or even work because of something stuck in the street office.

Of course, no matter what era it is, the power of the street office is aimed at ordinary people, and in this area of ​​Beijing, the definition of ordinary people is really narrow.

Looking at the two courtyards, Xiao Chen actually didn't want to come, but Liu Bingxian kept saying that he had made a big discovery, and it would be impossible if he didn't come.

The construction worker jumped down from the wall, opened the door, looked at Xiao Chen's ID, murmured, and said, "Just chat at the second door."

Xiao Chen looked forward, clicked his tongue twice and said, "It's quite big."

The second-entry house is usually the model of a large courtyard with a small courtyard, because before the first entry, it was for the servants to live in, so there is no need to make a lot of luxury. The large courtyard inside is the daily living place of the family. Make it bigger, just like the houses of later generations also have a master bedroom, guest room and servant room.

This set of courtyard houses is a bit different. The second-entry house is a large courtyard combined with a large courtyard, occupying one-third more land than others, and the front yard has increased in size, and it still has the shape of a patio. The size of the house is also large.

Xiao Chen has been working in the street for several years, and he always looked at the house from the outside. It was the first time he entered the house, and he looked around curiously, then walked through the small courtyard and walked to the door of the second entrance.

Liu Bingxian followed step by step, looking around with anger and jealousy. Their family lived in a courtyard, and their father was allocated a quarter of the courtyard after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and then gave birth to five children at one go, and now all of them have grown up. The next three children also remarried and still live in the original house in the courtyard.

Although I tried my best to build two more rooms, the combined area of ​​the entire courtyard was not enough for the house outside the house.

Liu Bingxian was even more upset when he saw the two young people at the second gate.

So young to be the head of the household? It's not a corruption offender, and there must be other problems. The old god Liu Bingxian was thinking, anyway, if you sue them, you will sue them, and it is always good to actively report.

Xiao Chen is also helpless, the people have reported it, and you can't justify it if you don't come and take a look.

He coughed lightly, walked closer, and said, "You two..."

Both hands stretched out at the same time, palms facing Xiao Cheng, fingers pointing up, beckoning him not to speak.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the young man standing on the steps say: "G-protein is different from G-protein-coupled receptors. G-protein does not contain a hydrophobic region, especially the ends of the a and γ subunits of g-protein, both of which are lipid molecules. , so they are all hydrophobic... You can try to link g protein with other lipid molecules, such as myristic acid, isoprene, etc., but I suggest you focus on g protein couples On the combined body."

"I made a note of it, but, g-protein coupled receptors, we have more problems..."

"It's a good thing to have problems. If there are no problems, we will have no work. You have no problem with the preparation of crude membranes."

"It's done. We have ultracentrifuges. It's easier to do this, but it's a lot of work."

"The ultracentrifuge is not big, so it can only be done slowly. The question now is whether the detergent has been expanded?"

"Yes, there is no suitable detergent. In addition, the stability of membrane proteins is also a problem..."

"For the detergent, you can only try more. I have an idea for stability. You can add a little small molecule ligand, such as an activator, a blocker, etc., when the detergent is expanded. of……"

Xiao Chen dully looked at the young man above the steps, then looked back at Liu Bingxian, and asked, "Do you understand what they are saying?"

"I know they say Chinese, but I don't know what they mean." Liu Bingxian was dumbfounded a long time ago. If he wants to imitate others, he can't go out and brag.

Xiao Chen heheed twice and asked, "You don't understand what they mean, what are you reporting?"

"If you don't speak human words, I can't report it?"

"Please go out and talk about something." The two people on the steps stopped talking, and Su Xiankai at the bottom of the steps frowned and looked at Xiao Chen and Liu Bingxian with a look of disgust.

"Well, I was run by the street here, and I received reports from the masses...so I came in to have a look." Xiao Chen replied politely.

"The report you mentioned, was he the one who reported it?" Su Xiankai looked at Liu Bingxian.

The corner of Liu Bingxian's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "We are also here to take a look. We are all neighbors in the neighborhood, so everyone can feel at ease. May I ask who you are?"

"I'm Su Xiankai, an assistant researcher at Peking University." Su Xiankai took out his ID.

"Peking University?"

"Peking University." Su Xiankai looked up proudly.

Xiao Chen Cheng took it in fear, flipped through it for a while, and quickly handed it back: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...then you have something to do, we'll leave first."

Su Xiankai nodded slightly.

Liu Bingxian wanted to say something, but Xiao Chen grabbed him and dragged him out.

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