20 years of restarting life

Chapter 1089 Chaos and Instability of Three-Body Movement

"Then you look good."

Wen Ye took out the sandalwood box from his satchel, and opened it with a 'click', revealing a row of slender silver needles inside.

In the autumn sunshine coming in from the flower window, clusters of silver lights exploded.

Wen Ye looked at the silver needles inside these sandalwood boxes with distressed expression on his face.

"how?"

Zhao Changan was puzzled.

"Pricking quail egg shells with silver needles is very expensive!"

"I rely on!"

"Don't call me, I only have 35 pieces. My grandfather also mixed it with iron, but I tested it, and the content is about 36%. The hardness and conductivity are not as good as the one hundred and eight in your hand. Hero. Your content is 70%, and its hardness and conductivity are far better than mine, not to mention quail egg shells, even egg shells, you can pierce them casually."

"A little meteoric iron, I think you are stingy. A silver needle weighs less than 0.5 grams. Even if you use meteoric iron for all 35 of you, you can't use 20 grams of meteoric iron. You can easily get it for 200 yuan."

"It's meaningless to say that you are ignorant, because you are indeed understandably ignorant. It is not so easy to find those who really meet the requirements. You can meet them but not ask for them. You don't understand?"

"The more you brag, the more mysterious you are!"

Zhao Changan snorted, and suddenly thought of it and asked, "Then where did you get these?"

"Have you forgotten, your tungsten iron epee?"

"how?"

That tungsten-iron heavy sword, Zhao Changan, always liked to go to Wen Ye's medicine garden on the roof before Shiqiao went to sleep, and even a few "Zhao's swordsmanship" that Wen Ye gave him, and then he took it up and took it down. I left the trouble in Wen Ye's bedroom on the second floor.

"The dragon pattern on the hilt is a bit superfluous. I changed it for you. The scraped iron mud was mixed with silver to make these one hundred and eight silver needles."

"How did you change it?"

Zhao Changan asked curiously.

"Just change the dragon into a snake."

Wen Ye spoke lightly, while picking up a silver needle and disinfecting it with alcohol.

"Damn it, even if you thin the sword a little bit, it's still better than this, snake pattern? How imposing!"

"Being divorced from reality is illusory. If you can print snake patterns, you are a god, and you still think about dragons. Your [-] needles correspond to [-] acupuncture points, and there are inscriptions engraved on the wall of each needle. One acupuncture point, don’t get it wrong. The needle pods in the needle box also have their own characters. Don’t get confused. I can go through two veins with one needle, and I can get three if I’m careful. You can’t, I guess. You will not be able to reach the level of two-line choice in your whole life, alas, you don’t understand if you tell me, but you will understand after a few years, and it’s useless to tell you now.”

Wen Ye took out the silver needle from the alcohol, and casually inserted it into a quail egg on the table.

Then let go.

"Om~"

The silver needles trembled cheerfully on it, and in the golden autumn sun, they oscillated with high frequency to form a light golden fan-shaped afterimage.

It trembled for nearly 30 seconds before gradually subsiding.

In Zhao Changan's keen eyesight, the quail eggs were on the smooth huanghuali table, motionless.

It's not like what he typed out at all, like a drunk man staggering around, and sometimes he has to fix it with his hands.

Wen Ye pulled out the silver needle, disinfected it with alcohol, wiped it with a cotton cloth, disinfected it with alcohol again, wiped it with a cotton cloth, and put the silver needle into the box.

"I just found out that you have obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"It's not obsessive-compulsive disorder, it's love."

Wen Ye signaled to Zhao Changan: "No, knock it open and have a look."

Zhao Changan picked up the quail eggs, hit the edge of the JDZ bowl with a 'crack~', and opened it.

A good quail egg is lying on the bottom of the JDZ bowl, the yolk is the yolk, and the egg white is the white.

"If this is in the eyes of outsiders, I'm no better than you. I'm simply a natural egg scrambler."

"Ha ha."

Wen Ye smiled, and encouraged Zhao Chang'an disdainfully: "There are nineteen in total, you can practice slowly, each one is inserted to the depth of my wrapped thread, if you move the thread, just follow the note I wrote on it. The length of the needle is rewrapped, and each tremor is no less than 20 seconds, no more than 30 seconds, preferably 27 seconds. When you are out of the teacher, you can start acupuncture, once every half a month, and wake up every three months."

"Don't worry, didn't you say that you can use the needle tomorrow?"

Zhao Chang'an heard that Wen Ye's words were wrong, and immediately became a little anxious.

"If you learn by leaps and bounds, you can use a needle in the afternoon."

Wen Ye spoke with a frank and rascal face, but Zhao Changan was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"I went back in the afternoon. The signal here is not good, but there is a landline inside to contact the outside world. Don't worry about the company's affairs, isn't it just Makino's affairs, and whether Baixue is willing to join Jurassic? Tang Shuang and I Go and deal with it. I brought you that tungsten iron epee too, these few days you have a good experience of the fantasy martial arts style of the ancients."

"You go around so much, just for this?"

Zhao Changan didn't understand until now.

"You need to be free."

Wen Ye nodded and admitted: "In the beginning, I also thought that we had to make money, but now it seems that with your ability, making money is not a problem at all, so what is left is the most important problem? The problem of money It’s not a problem anymore, the quality of life and life becomes the remaining problem, your own life and controlling other people’s lives. So I think you have to stop making money for a while, and it’s not about us.”

"Depend on!"

"Don't be unconvinced. How many of the world's top rich people are still focused on money when they reach their level? Climbing mountains, crossing seas, skydiving, and even thinking about landing on the moon are nothing more than wanting to challenge the elastic limit that life can achieve , to seek a deeper meaning of living."

"Brother, first of all we have to have so much money, and then talk about these things, if we say it now, people will laugh."

"I have confidence in you, so we don't have to wait until we are forty or fifty or even six or seventy years old to consider this issue. We have decades more time to prepare than them, isn't it good?"

"Actually, my ideal is to—"

"I know, but aren't you interested in knowing what the earth and galaxies looked like before humans were sowed by extraterrestrial life on the earth for this round of seeds, and whether the Kuiper belt and the Oort nebula are really grazing or a sheepfold fence for life in the solar system."

"Brother, you are on the channel. This is the economic channel where business tycoons rise in the market and lead everyone to rise and become rich. You are on the science fiction channel!"

"The battle for the snail horn, of course, must be fought, but when you are fighting, you have to remember that you have to pay attention to the sky outside if you have the opportunity."

"Is it useful to pay attention?"

"Everyone who thinks this way is doomed to stay in the corner of the snail for the rest of his life and turn into loess nothingness."

"Are you a three-body fan?"

"What mountain?"

"It's not that the mountain body is three of three, it means that the chaos and instability of the three-body movement seems to have been proposed by Newton at first. You liberal arts students don't understand science, you can only blindly fantasize about it."

Zhao Changan took out another quail egg from the basket and put it on the table, picked up the silver needle, sterilized it in alcohol, wiped it with a cotton cloth, and said with a smile: "Since you are so persistent, brother, let's make it available." A few days."

Sink the wrist and drop the needle.

(End of this chapter)