Jiuye's little wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 159 Making Lithium Batteries
At the moment of the food, Yan Ruoxue's mood is still low.

If it was normal, Uncle Jiu's cooking would definitely make her happy for a long time, but today...she couldn't be happy at all.

Because Uncle Jiu is going on a business trip on his birthday!

This is simply bad news!

This birthday was the first birthday she spent with Uncle Jiu after she was reborn.

She had planned to accompany him on this day, give him gifts, confess to him, tell him that she likes him...then, they would talk about sweet love together, like all young couples, holding hands, kissing, wishing Vows are made, weddings are held...the ceremony of love is completed.

Give birth to a baby who is as good-looking and smart as Uncle Jiu, and they will grow up with the baby together...

Now, because of this inexplicable business trip, all plans have to be postponed, and the romantic confession cannot stay on Uncle Jiu's birthday.

From then on, on every birthday of Uncle Jiu, they couldn't celebrate the confession day together.

Although there is resentment in her heart, Uncle Jiu's sudden business trip is beneficial, for example, the imperfect battery and the imperfect operating system on the wheelchair, she can take advantage of these few days to put them...

and many more!

battery, operating system...

Why is she so stupid!

The smartphone she made not only has an operating system ten years more advanced than the current one, but also has an advanced battery.

Although there are many raw materials that can be used as batteries, and each has its own advantages, in terms of high voltage and high specific energy, lithium-ion will be chosen ten years later.

Now that she knows that lithium ions are the best, why should she go far to study other raw materials?
Ten years later, most lithium batteries use lithium cobaltate, lithium manganate, lithium iron phosphate and ternary materials (polymers of nickel-cobalt-manganese) as positive electrodes, and natural graphite or artificial graphite as negative electrodes.

To power a wheelchair, it can be in the form of a battery pack, where multiple lithium batteries work together.

However, thermal runaway is a problem, and the utilization rate of the battery is also low. In other words, you can’t put a bunch of batteries on the wheelchair, right?

These three problems must be solved in order to provide continuous power to the 'big machine'.

Ternary lithium has the best endurance, and lithium iron phosphate has the best safety. If these two kinds of lithium ions can play their respective functions, then...the idea of ​​lithium batteries powering 'large machines' can be realized .

An idea flashed in her mind, Yan Ruoxue quickly rushed into the study, and put the idea in her mind into practice.

In the messy study room, Yan Ruoxue stared at the numbers on the instrument intently and expectantly.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in Yan Ruoxue's heart, and there was darkness in front of her eyes.

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The pliable rattan whip streaked across the air, making an 'ear-piercing' sound.

"Clap! Clap! Clap..."

But for a moment, a criss-crossing bright red 'net' was 'covered' on the originally fair back.

The dimly lit room smelled of decay and sweat.

The burly middle-aged man waved the rattan whip in his hand tirelessly, and the pitch-black rattan whip fell on the white back of the young man one after another.

In the room, there was only the sound of the whip passing through the void, and the sound of slapping the flesh. No one spoke, no one cried, no one begged for mercy, and there was not even a muffled groan.

The middle-aged man looked dull, repeating the same movements mechanically.

The young man with his hands hanging in the air stared at the tablet in front of him expressionlessly, as if he wasn't the one who was whipped by the rattan whip.

On the right side of the tablet, an old man with white hair sat on the chair of the master, quietly watching the person being whipped.

After an unknown amount of time, when there was almost no intact piece of flesh on the young man's back, the white-haired old man raised his hand to signal the middle-aged man to stop.

The old man stared into the young man's eyes for a moment, then suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and said with hatred on his face, "Change the whip."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man held the whip in the box.

"27 years old, not too young, and married this year, it's time to see some blood."

Hearing what the old man said, the middle-aged man stopped with his right hand and picked up a whip made of steel wire.

Neither the leather whip nor the steel whip attracted even the slightest bit of attention from the young man, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Maybe he was stimulated by the young man's attitude, or maybe he thought of something, the old man narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Barb."

Hearing this, surprise flashed across the numb face of the middle-aged man, and then Yiyan picked up the whip covered with sharp barbs.

The whip flew across the air and landed on the man's red and swollen back. Bright red blood flowed out instantly. The whip was raised again, and when it fell, the blood was carried into the air, spreading like plum blossoms...

The young man stared at the tablet in front of him with a pale face, like a statue.

Time passed, and gradually, impatience appeared on the face of the white-haired old man.

He raised his hand to signal the middle-aged man to stop.

"Repent here tonight."

After all, the white-haired old man left the ancestral hall on crutches.

The middle-aged man hesitated to speak and glanced at the blood-covered young man before turning around and leaving.

The gate was closed, and in the dark and cold ancestral hall, dark red blood dripped down the young man's legs and fell to the ground. Gradually, a small puddle of blood appeared under the young man's feet.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man slowly opened his eyes.

In the dimness, he saw the cold memorial tablets one after another, and he was the only one in the huge ancestral hall.

He is very familiar with this ancestral hall, because he has already spent countless days and nights here alone.

From the initial fear and fear to the current numbness, 27 years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Birthday……

Once, what he feared the most was celebrating his birthday, and he wished so much that he didn't have a birthday.

Because, birthday means that he will be taken to this ancestral hall, it means that he will be beaten, asked to confess to the memorial tablet, and will spend three days and three nights here alone, without water, without food, without people, without The voice... only him, and the cold tablet.

Jun Wuyong... Wuyong... Useless.

At a very young age, he knew that his father hated and hated him.

He was unwilling, confused, longing for father's love... But, after being ignored, mocked, and beaten time and time again, he understood that he would never get father's love in his life. no more.

He doesn't need any father's love, he doesn't need any family affection... He can live well by himself, he is no worse than anyone else, he wants to trample all of them under his feet, and let those who have hurt him die to hell.

For this goal, he can do anything, and he wants to let those people taste everything he has ~ experienced.

Later, he found out that he was wrong, because...he saw the sun.

(Note: The excerpt of the content about "Blade Battery" in this article is adapted from BYD Auto's "Blade Battery Introduction".)
　This is a sweet essay, not an abuse essay, the hero will be out of trouble soon, I promise, up to five chapters.

　　
　
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