At the end of the dilapidated alley, there is an old restaurant and a corner of the dimly lit hall.
The dinner on the table was coming to an end, but no one had any intention of leaving immediately, but all their eyes fell on Zhao Rong's face.
Quietly waiting for the answer to this interesting and profound strange paradox.
Zhao Rong faced the expectant or solemn gazes of Zhao Xifu, Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin, etc., and thought for a moment, "Is my answer really so important?"
He gave his answer, not theirs.
Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin understood what he meant and looked at each other.
Zhao Rong, who was sitting slightly loosely, suddenly straightened his back.
He supported his thighs with both hands, shrugged his shoulders, stared at the empty wine bottle on the table carefully, and said in a serious tone:
"It's just...do you know that feeling? Sometimes when you encounter a problem, you think and think and think, this is not right and that is not right, but you just fight against it. In the process, you can always make the right choice.
A sudden inspiration comes to your mind, and a solution to a problem that makes you excited and happy pops up in your mind.”
After a pause, "Although most of these last flashes of inspiration are not the real answer, the real answer is that people have been searching for her for thousands of times. At that moment when I look back at the dim light, all my thoughts fall into place, and the answer calmly appears in my mind.
, you also have a calm mind..."
"Oh, that's it." Zhao Rong looked at the empty wine bottle, nodded, and imitated a calm tone.
Then, he raised his eyes and looked at everyone on the field with a smile, "At this time, the real answer is no longer important. I think the most joyful and precious thing is the interesting methods that emerge during the process, even if they don't work after trying them."
Solving this problem is interesting but useless, but who's to say they won't shine in some future problem?"
Zhao Rong also remembered the second debate between Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongnan Kingdom, the debate about whether or not, which defeated Wen Ruo. He remembered the rough theory of "nothing-based" proposed by Qing Atom at that time, which inspired Zhao Rong.
Rong's "Ti Yong Yi Yuan Theory" greatly surpassed Tao Yuanran. Although this example may not be appropriate...
At this time, the only people on the field who could keep up with Zhao Rong's thinking and understand his meaning were Zhu Yourong, Huai Jin and a few others.
The two masters and apprentices fell into deep thought.
Zhao Xifu waved his hand, "Don't talk nonsense to me, you guys. I don't have the nonsense of you scholars. I will give you a complete sentence: If you hear the Tao early, you will die in the evening. I mean, stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
He said, I am rushing to die, and I need to figure out some things before I die."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth... He'd heard it a long time ago. How could the phrase "I'm going to die at night" be used in this way?
But before he could complain, the shopkeeper suddenly turned his head, looked at the back of the green-robed old servant sitting at the door and the dark alley, and said arrogantly:
"After dealing with it for so many years, I want to find out what it is."
What he said was so confusing that everyone around him was confused for a moment.
Zhao Xifu turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and said seriously for the third time tonight: "Bad boy, let me ask you one last time, on earth...why?"
Zhao Rong was a little curious: "Well, let's not say whether I know or not. If I said it, would you believe it? How do you know that I must be right?"
Zhao Xifu hummed and did not reply. He just looked at the young Confucian scholar.
Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin who were silent. They looked hesitant and wanted to ask along with them, but hesitated about what he just said and wanted to think independently.
Zhao Rong nodded slightly, intending to reject Zhao Xifu's request.
If Zhu Yourong and the two girls continued to insist on asking, he would probably give the answer. However, he had just met the shopkeeper named Zhao tonight and was not familiar with it. Moreover, he had just been made difficult by Zhao Xifu, and he called him a brat.
Zhao Rong felt that there was no need to waste words on him unless the nice sister Xia spoke up.
At this time, Guihu said: "Whatever you know, tell him everything."
Zhao Rong frowned and asked quickly in his heart: "Why?"
"..."
The heart lake was extremely quiet, and the sword spirit stopped speaking.
Zhao Rong was confused and glanced at Zhao Xifu who was looking at him calmly with a normal expression. He had been silent all night, and now he suddenly said a word without any sense of reason...
However, Zhao Rong felt that the sword spirit bound to him and sharing weal and woe should not harm him.
The next second, the young Confucian scholar nodded and spoke directly:
"Well, there are indeed some answers written in that miscellaneous book that I can't remember even if you ask me. I'll just give it a try and give it a listen, but I can't guarantee that it's definitely correct."
His tone was serious and he left some room.
Zhao Xifu stood up suddenly, picked up the empty wine bottle, and walked towards the door.
When he came to the door, he looked at the night outside and closed the wooden door.
The shopkeeper stood under the bronze bell, with his left back leaning against the wooden door. He held an empty wine bottle crookedly in one hand. He crossed his arms and looked at Zhao Rong and others, and nodded.
Indicates to continue.
Zhao Rong looked at the weird Zhao Xifu and the wine bottle in his hand. As if he thought of some possibility, he coughed lightly and joked:
"I have the road, do you have wine?"
Zhao Xifu glanced at him and said nothing.
Zhao Rong blinked and said nothing.
The two looked at each other.
Zhao Rong was afraid that he would not take advantage of the bastard, but he was going to say it anyway, so he might as well try to beg for some wine, maybe it would prompt him to speak, which is this...
By the way, in this Xia Chong Zhai, in addition to Bing Niang wine, the legendary three glasses of wine, according to Fan Yushu, are coveted by countless visitors, but they seem to have never been able to obtain them.
Zhao Xifu glanced at him sideways, as if he recognized what the wine in Zhao Rong's mouth was.
"No." He said expressionlessly.
Zhao Rong: "Why?"
He paused again, "I know some of the rules of Xia Chongzhai... Isn't the answer to this question interesting enough?"
"The rules have changed."
Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "When did it happen?"
"just."
Zhao Rong: "......"
After a moment of silence, the young Confucian scholar said sincerely:
"Those three glasses of wine are just fake. It's boring to talk about rules and regulations. But in business, there's nothing to say about doing a gimmick to increase popularity and attract people. Is it making money? It's not shabby."
Zhao Xifu changed into a comfortable position and leaned against the door. Regarding the provocation of the brat in front of him, he showed no expression on his face and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, "No."
Seeing that he was not fooled, Zhao Rong blinked and said softly: "I heard that one cup of summer insects can talk about ice; one cup of well frogs can talk about the sea; one cup of Qushi can enlighten you." He said curiously: "Three cups
Has anyone ever had wine?"
Zhao Xifu was quiet for a moment, nodded and then shook his head.
Without waiting for Zhao Rong to ask, he said calmly:
"An interesting guy came here before and poured him a glass of well frog wine. As for summer insect wine and qushi wine, so far, no one has let me pour it for him."
"Ahem, uncle..." Zhao Rong looked expectant.
The shopkeeper paused, glanced at the brat whose tone suddenly became friendly, and grinned:
"no."
Damn it, ruthless. Zhao Rong sighed.
Zhao Xifu suddenly said: "But."
"But what?"
"Besides Xia Chongjing Frog Shi, I can give you other wines to drink."
Zhao Rong suddenly lost interest. What other wine? Then the Bing Niang wine is the only one left?
At this time, Zhao Xifu said again:
"But whether you can drink it or not is not up to me."
He suddenly said something strange.
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth... He understood that whether you can drink it or not is not up to you, but depends on me. The next answer to this paradox must satisfy you, the shopkeeper, before you can drink it.
Isn't it just Bing Niang wine? I've already drank a lot of it per person, and I'm still so stingy.
Thinking like this, Zhao Rong didn't care.
Then, he looked around the field and said directly:
"If you take half of a one-foot stick in a day, it will last for eternity. Do you think this is right or wrong?"
The meaning of this sentence is obvious. From a short piece of wood, take half of it today, half of it tomorrow, and half of half the day after tomorrow. Because there is always half left, it can never be used up.
Zhao Xifu and everyone thought for a while and nodded.
Zhao Rong was noncommittal and asked: "What about time and moment? Can it also be divided infinitely?"
Zhu Yourong nodded, "Of course, you can only analyze them carefully."
Zhao Xifu and others also nodded in agreement.
The shopkeeper frowned and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"
Zhao Rong ignored him, smiled and sighed, "If this is the case, then the movement of everything in the world will be impossible."
Everyone on the field frowned in confusion.
Zhao Xifu snorted coldly, "Huang Miao."
Zhao Rong thought about himself and said:
"Let's still take Yili as an example. This time we won't let it chase the bamboo horse. It can't catch up anyway, ha. Just imagine, if it wants to fly a certain distance, it must first fly half of the distance; and in order to fly this half
, Yili must first fly through half of this half distance; in order to fly through half of half, it must first fly through half of half of half...
"That is to say, for Yili to fly over a certain distance, it must first fly through countless distances that are generated by dividing the distance in half. And no matter how short the distance is, as long as it needs to cross a certain distance, it needs a certain distance.
time, and time is also infinitely divided and then added together... This results in it taking endless years to cross any distance."
He smiled and said: "According to what you just nodded. No matter how short the distance is, it will take countless years to cross it, so it will never be able to move. Not only that, you, me, everyone will never be able to move.
.”
Everyone was shocked.
Zhao Xifu frowned.
Zhao Rong put away his smile and looked serious:
"So all of the above are wrong, and the real answer is simple."
He said leisurely: "First, the addition of infinity does not necessarily mean infinity. Second, it is said that time is like flowing water, but this flowing water cannot be infinitely divided, and neither can space. They are not completely continuous!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
Everyone shook their heads in disbelief.
Zhao Rong remained silent.
At this time, Zhao Xifu suddenly said: "You are right."
Everyone turned to look at him, puzzled.
Zhao Xifu suddenly walked up to Zhao Rong, raised the empty wine glass, and tilted it.
The next second, a glass of wine was poured into Zhao Rong's wine glass...
PS: Coding on the Mountain, this chapter is a bit short, I will make up for it later, brothers...