Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 484 Two Truths
I have to say that the syringes of this era are actually quite sophisticated and look very high-end.

But the price was really not cheap. Fang Xiuying bought three syringes for Wang An, which cost her 3 yuan in total.

36 yuan is basically a full month’s salary for a formal employee!

Fortunately, each syringe comes with 5 needles of different lengths, otherwise the needles would not be cheap.

The syringes of this era,
The whole thing is made of stainless steel and glass, except for the plug on the push-pull rod, which is made of really old and thick rubber.

But it is worth noting that the glass of this thing is not very shatter-resistant.

The needles of this era,
In fact, it is also made of stainless steel. Although the lengths of the needles of various models are different, they are all quite thick.

But the most important thing is that both syringes and needles should be reused.

Wang An was seen holding the deer's neck, but his fingers were positioned at the neck below the head. After finding the right position, he inserted the needle at an angle.

Maybe it was because the needle was really painful, the doe suddenly exerted force and jumped out of Wang An's arms, so fast and fiercely.

To be honest, the deer's sudden force caught Wang An off guard and he had no time to react.

Wang An subconsciously exclaimed: "Oh my god!"

Wang An looked at the doe that had hidden at the edge of the sheep pen, then looked at the syringe in his hand, and was speechless to find that the needle was gone!
Day by day, does this count as a bad start?
But I have to find the needle back!

Wang An first took out some salt particles and approached the doe carefully.

But the frightened doe had no time to eat. Before Wang An could get close to her, she ran away while barking.

Then Wang An approached again and again, but the deer ran away again and again.
To be honest, if it weren't for the needle, Wang An would have given up chasing the deer long ago, because every time Wang An got closer, he could see the shiny needle stuck in the deer's neck.

The most amazing thing is that even with such a thick needle inserted into the needle, not a drop of deer blood came out.

Wang An’s first impression was that the needle was a bit too long!

But no matter how long or short it is, the most important thing now is to pull out the needle, otherwise, something unexpected might happen to the deer.

So Wang An persevered and circled around the deer in the sheepfold.

Speaking of "perseverance", Wang An's thoughts drifted away as he tried to get close to Lu.

Our ancestors once told us: If you work hard enough, you can grind an iron rod into a needle!
Our teachers often tell us that we should have the spirit of Yugong moving mountains.

To be honest, the two principles we know as "grinding an iron rod into a needle" and "Yugong moving the mountain" are both bullshit.

Because Wang An believed that what the original author wanted to express was admonition rather than encouragement.

Because the story of grinding an iron rod into a needle is bullshit. How stupid must one be to grind an iron rod into an embroidery needle?
Is this proof that the author means:

“Don’t do meaningless things, such as “sharpening an iron rod”, because in the end, you can only harvest a needle!”

In addition, the spirit of Yugong moving mountains is even more ridiculous.

Because the word "愚" has the same meaning as "傻", "笨", "傻", "傻", etc.

So can the meaning of the two words "Yugong" be interpreted as "stupid old man"?
If we say it in Northeastern dialect, it would be "stupid old man"?
In other words, we should learn the spirit of a silly old man who takes advantage of his seniority to get his whole family to dig in the mountain.

With this kind of spirit, what is there to learn? Is it just a waste? Is there something wrong with your head?
The teacher shamelessly told the students not to learn from the "wise old man" in the article, but to learn from the foolish old man.
I have to say, I am really angry!!! So, whether it is grinding a needle or moving a mountain, it is all nonsense. If you insist on meaningless things, what else can you say but stupid?
Just when Wang An was lost in thought, he suddenly found that his father had entered the sheep pen.

Wang An's mood immediately improved. He said whatever he wanted to say. Drawing blood from a deer is not a job that can be done by one person!

After seeing his father, Wang An didn't bother to ask anything else and immediately said:
"Dad, help me catch the deer. The needle is still stuck in its neck."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dazhui didn't say anything, but he glared at Wang An fiercely. Wang An was completely confused as to why he was glared at.

However, after finding out which deer it was, Wang Dazhu did not waste any time. He moved forward very quickly and, together with Wang An on the left and right, blocked the deer in a corner.

Immediately afterwards, the doe with a needle stuck in its neck was held down by the father and son.

Only then did Wang Dazhu say unhappily:

"Just because your ankle is sprained doesn't stop you from doing anything. How can you do this?"

Wang An, who was pulling out the needle, was stunned when he heard this. His father had been glaring at him for a long time. Did he think he was concerned about his ankle?
Wang An immediately said with a smile:

"I thought I would just draw some blood from the deer, but I didn't realize that the deer was so strange that it was impossible for one person to catch it."

Wang Dazhu glanced at Wang An and said:

"If that old thick needle pricks you, you will be more evil than it."

Wang An blinked, not knowing how to respond.

Just as Wang An pulled out the needle and put it back on the syringe, Wang Dazhu said:
"What's going on with the horses? It's not even dark yet, how come there are two more?"

It can be heard that Wang Dazhu came to the sheepfold as soon as he returned home. He still knows nothing about horses.

Wang An said, "Dad, help me hold the deer down first, and then I'll tell you what's going on. Please use some strength, this deer is really vicious."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dazhu held the deer's neck with his left hand and put his right hand over the deer's shoulders to clasp the deer's forelimbs under its armpits, thus restraining the deer so that it could not move.

After Wang An found the location of the blood vessel again, he held the deer's head with his left hand and inserted the needle again with his right hand.

The moment the needle was inserted, the deer was obviously struggling violently, but Wang Dazhu held it tightly and the deer did not run away.

When Wang An tried to pull out the push-pull rod, he was very embarrassed to find that it was not only very difficult to pull out, but most importantly, there were only a few drops of deer blood in the syringe.

It was very obvious that when the needle entered the deer's blood vessel, it did not stop at all. It directly made two holes in the blood vessel and then drilled into the flesh.

Although Wang An understood what was going on, he continued to mutter:

"What's going on? Why is it happening again?"

After Wang Dazhu saw this scene, his facial features were somewhat distorted. He sucked his teeth and said comfortingly:

"It's like this the first time I drew deer blood. It will be fine after another injection."

Wang An nodded when he heard this, and felt that what his father said was correct. After all, practice makes perfect in everything.

(End of this chapter)