The world, or the universe, how should it be composed?
What Rurik strongly believes is that everyone in the world in this era will believe that everything they know is created by a great being.
Therefore, every ancient ethnic group has developed various beliefs. They need a founder so that they can no longer be confused about their own existence and find a meaning for their own existence.
In a cold world, the mountains of the fjords serve as a barrier to resist most of the cold winds from the Arctic. The sea is frozen and the ground is covered with a layer of snow. The sky is very clear at night, and the moonlight and aurora illuminate the snowy fields.
The large number of wooden houses in Roseburg are a warm place, and many people have already crawled into the nests made of animal skins to fall asleep.
Rurik sat on the leather cushion, as if he were a teacher.
His two students are already very old, the blacksmiths Klavasen and Kawei. They just want to listen to what Rurik has to say about the human world.
The two of them sat cross-legged with their eyes blazing, and Rurik also acted as serious as a priest.
"We all know that there is a giant named Ymir, and Odin used his corpse to create everything. The giant tree holds up the human world, and also holds up Valhalla. Odin is the Lord of Valhalla,
The Valkyrie is his servant, and our fallen warriors will serve as warriors of the temple..."
Rurik repeated the mythological records he had seen on the wooden boards of the priest's longhouse, in order to first gain a resonance with Klavasen.
He kept narrating, but suddenly Klavasen interrupted.
"Rurik, dear, I already know these ancient stories. I also know that Odin created the human world, and I also know that Odin is Thor's father."
"Huh? You know everything?" Rurik's eyes widened.
Klavasen chuckled: "We are blacksmiths, of course we know. My dear, don't compare us with those fishermen."
"Fishermen, are you referring to those warriors?"
"Of course! They think that if they kill countless enemies on the battlefield, they can go to Valhalla after death. I hope they can. This has nothing to do with us blacksmiths, we are servants of Thor. You should tell me something more realistic,
What I just want to know now is that your dagger is made of ordinary things. Could it be that the more times you hit it and the more times it was burned, it became extremely hard? Why?!"
Rurik scratched his head, he had really overestimated the blacksmith's mythical belief.
Perhaps from the beginning, blacksmiths and other professional craftsmen were more realistic and worldly than others.
"Okay, I'll tell you now, but I still have to start from the beginning!" Rurik emphasized.
"Where to start?"
"It starts with the death of the giant." Rurik regained his serious expression to emphasize that his words were true: "The giant Ymir died, and Odin used his divine power to turn the body into powder. This kind of powder is better than yours.
The powder of understanding is even smaller. It is the smallest existence that Odin can create, and it is the smallest existence that builds our human world. I don't know what to call it. I will give it a name now, called Indivisible Thing.
It’s called at.”
at, derived from atos, classical Greek for "that which cannot be divided".
What Rurik was saying now was something that Klavasen, who had lived for a long time, could not understand at all. He tried to recall it, and he was particularly sure that even the wise man of the tribe, Vilia, had never explained the structure of the world in this way, but it could not be explained by
It's nonsense to speculate on Rurik's words at this point. Because this child has indeed been blessed by Odin, and isn't the soap proof?
Klavasen didn't take it seriously at first. He deliberately said: "I can't understand what you said. Could it be that we...including myself, are also made up of what you call at."
"Of course! I can tell you with absolute certainty that everything is composed of the smallest at. Because of this, Odin can..."
Rurik suddenly had an idea, because on this issue, it was most appropriate to give them an appropriate metaphor.
"Blacksmith, if you want to build a wooden house, it is impossible to carve it out of a big tree. You need to cut down some small trees and use an ax to chisel it into large and small wooden blocks. So for a wooden house, each wooden block
A block is an at. A wooden block is just a wooden block. A hundred wooden blocks can build a wooden wall, and hundreds of wooden blocks can piece together a house. By this time, the wooden block is no longer called a wooden block, but a wooden block.
It's part of the house.
Therefore, a huge number of at constitutes your and my body, your blacksmith shop, and my sword."
"This...is this true?" After hearing this, Klavason completely understood and wanted to think about it.
Kawei is only twenty years old, and he is more willing to be exposed to new things.
Rurik's description is full of very positive meanings, because the houses are made of a large number of wooden blocks and wooden strips. Not only the houses, but also the tribe's ships are made of a huge number of wooden blocks, making them particularly complex.
exist.
Kawei's eyes widened and he stretched his head to look at Rurik: "I believe what you said!"
"Hey! Kawei." Clavarson teased his son, "You have to think about it, this is really amazing."
"Dad, aren't Rurik's words worthy of belief? Or is it because you are too old?!" Kawei snarled, then faced Rurik directly: "Go on, I am very willing to believe you."
"Okay..." Rurik swallowed. He knew that if he wanted to make the two senior blacksmiths believe his magical words immediately, he would need a more detailed and popular explanation and more examples.
Are there any examples? Yes, there are.
Rurik felt that he could now scientifically explain to them how steel was made.
"A person is like an AT. When multiple ATs come together, they cannot be called simple ATs. For example, if six ATs come together, they are charcoal." As he spoke, Rurik deliberately pointed at the
A pile of carbon in the corner of the wooden house. "Charcoal is made up of many small things. (Carbon) is always pure in the tree. If you give it temperature, other things will leave and exist."
"Ah! Is this true?"
"Kawei, this is true, can you get me a piece of ore?" Rurik asked.
"certainly."
At this moment, Kawei felt that he heard the most incredible thing. He staggered up and hurriedly brought a small piece of ore and placed it in front of Rurik. His mouth became stammered because of this: "Tell me...
…Tell me more.”
"Okay, this is the ore." Rurik put his hands on the stone. "It is the smallest at. For example, our tribe. If a single person is an at, Kawei, you and Klavasen
And your mother formed a blacksmith family. As far as I know, there are five blacksmith families in the tribe. There are also many professional cobbler families, many professional carpenter families, and shipbuilder families in the tribe. The largest number are fishermen.
The family is the main force that makes up the warriors of our tribe. So many families are composed of a single person, and as a result, each family has different jobs. We did not fall apart because of the different jobs in our families. Together, we formed Ross
tribe.
This ore is the same! It is composed of a single at, with different numbers forming a large number of families with different characteristics. A huge number of families form a tribe, which is this stone.
Therefore, we use fire to roast this stone, which is a mixed family, and force them to live together with their different identities.
For example, if my father Otto wants all the families in our tribe to live in designated areas according to the characteristics of their occupations. In this way, the five blacksmith families of the tribe will be neighbors of each other. And all the cobblers will also live in
Together, all the fishermen live together."
Klavasen looked confused, but it was Kawei who heard this. His flexible mind successfully imagined the scene of a large-scale relocation of the Ross tribe's family, and successfully understood many of the mysteries in Rurik's remarks.
Kawei asked excitedly: "What if... what if our tribe is a huge ore, turning the ore into iron, as if all the blacksmiths live together?"
"Ah, you have completely understood." Rurik breathed a long sigh of relief. After all, young people's brains work better.
Rurik thought for a while, and since this metaphor worked best, he just continued.
"In fact, every piece of ore is basically a tribe composed of sand and iron. If there is a tribe, there are only blacksmith families and fishermen's families. Now because of some things, the fishermen's families have decided to move away from the tribe. The fishermen left and even demolished the tribe.
They lost their houses. This left all the blacksmiths in the tribe. They lost all their neighbors. They felt lonely and dangerous. So all the blacksmith families decided to live together again.
So, when we burn the ore, we force the sand to leave the ore, and the last thing left is iron. What the blacksmith has to do is to knock the loose iron together. Kawei, maybe you will understand when I say this."
"I...it turns out...it turns out to be like this!" Kawei laughed happily, "Haha, it turns out that this is what my job is like."
"Klavasen, what do you think of what I said?" Rurik turned to ask this old guy with a huge beard.
"Sounds interesting." Karavarson seemed silent because he couldn't make a hasty conclusion yet.
"What I say next is the key, and it is also what you want to know the most!" Rurik's eyes became serious, "14 ATs form the smallest sand, if these smallest sands form the shield wall that our warriors like most
, the sand turns into transparent pebbles, and there are many such pebbles on the beach. But the axes and swords we need must remove all the smallest sand, and the best way is to burn it!
But you will never imagine that by just removing the tiniest bit of sand, we will get pure iron.
Composed of 8 at..."
Suddenly, Rurik felt that he really couldn't explain to them what oxygen was.
He simply took a deep breath and explained: "If a person doesn't inhale, he will die soon. Because 8 at make up the breath of life." After saying this, Rurik really admired his cleverness from the bottom of his heart.
.Oxygen, temporarily using the Old Norse language to make up a phrase, the original meaning is "the breath of life", isn't it a good explanation?
He continued: "We are in gas, and it is also mixed. What we need is the life gas in it, and there is also the largest tasteless gas, which is composed of 7 at. We don't need
It, the breath of life, is very powerful, and we need it to survive! The breath of life can enter the water, so fish can survive, but fish can only use the breath of life mixed in the water, and they will die when they get to the shore.
The energy of life can also enter the ore. They like iron very much, just like men like women. Therefore, the iron in the ore always holds a small group of energy of life.
But when we use charcoal to light a flame, the breath of life is like an unfaithful woman who left her iron and went to be with the smallest charcoal, turned into a kind of breath, and left along your chimney.
What you end up with is pure iron."
Kawei found it even more interesting, "Rurik... this... this is the most interesting story I have ever heard."
"No, this is not a story!" Rurik emphasized seriously, "You can't be like your ancestors who spent their whole lives blacksmithing without knowing the principles of blacksmithing. What I'm telling you now is part of Odin's wisdom.
."
"Keep talking," Klavasen urged seriously.
Rurik looked at the old guy again and saw that his eyes were blazing.
"Okay, let me continue. Now all the sand and life energy in the ore are gone, leaving only pure iron. You used it to make an iron sword. You also noticed that if an iron sword
If you don't take good care of it, red rust will appear on the sword. That's because of the energy of life. Pure iron still likes to be with the energy of life. So Clavarson, if you find some red stones in the mountains, don't worry.
I suspect it is another type of iron ore, the same thing as the red rust on the sword."
"Ah!" Klavasen yelled and sat up straight, "Is this the case?!"
"That's it, you don't have to doubt it. So you roasted and forged the rusty sword again, and it became the same as it was at the beginning. Because the energy of life has been eliminated again. Well... you should understand a lot now,
I think it's enough. I should tell you why my hard iron sword can cut through ordinary iron swords."
As he spoke, Rurik inserted the iron sword directly into the ground and pierced the animal's skin without much effort.
"Pure iron is very strange. It is relatively able to be penetrated by other substances. Just like salt can penetrate into meat, the result is cured meat, which is completely different from fresh meat. The same is true for iron. The breath of life penetrates
When the iron sword goes in, the iron sword becomes red and fragile. What if the smallest charcoal seeps in? The blacksmith becomes brighter and whiter, and also very strong. The iron sword can smash the pottery urn without any damage, because the iron sword is the hardest. My short
The sword cuts through the iron sword, the blade is perfect because my sword is the hardest.
To do this is very simple. In fact, you light a charcoal fire in the stove and put an ordinary iron sword in it without using a blower at all.
The temperature of the fire is not high enough, and the iron sword can enter. The more it enters, the harder the sword becomes. If it cannot enter evenly, I ask you to fold and forge it repeatedly. I ask you to burn the iron sword for five times.
Ten times, and also forged fifty times, bsp; But the carbon cannot be absorbed too much, otherwise it will break easily. When I think it is enough, I will attach soil to the sword. Now you have seen that the blade is more