This physical phenomenon that may occur on glass is somewhat complicated to explain.
First, ordinary glass is melted into a liquid, and then instantly dropped into cold water to condense. After condensation, it will turn into water droplets like tadpoles, which become Rupert's Tears.
When this happens, the hardness of the glass will instantly increase thousands of times. If you hit it with a bullet at close range, the bullet will be bounced away.
Someone has tested it using a hydraulic press and found that it is sixty times harder than a diamond of the same size.
This is a foreign name given to it by modern people, but it is actually a magical physical scene.
What I am confused about is, during the Warring States Period thousands of years ago, did the ancients already understand this kind of physics?
During the conversation, Sister Yu made a bold conjecture on the phone, which was somewhat of a legend. If you believe it, just believe it. If you don’t believe it, don’t argue with me.
There were several famous ancient books in the past, but most of them have been lost, such as the original Yin Fu Jing, Qing Nang Jing, and Lu Ban Shu.
Sister Yu said: "Lu Ban lived during the Warring States Period, and the book of Lu Ban is divided into two parts. Only the upper part was written by Lu Ban. It records the wooden bird that can make people sit and glide, and the folded siege ladder that can help people plow.
The book "The Wooden Cow of the Earth" was later destroyed. Legend has it that Zhuge Liang saw the upper part of Lu Ban and created a wooden cow and a flowing horse."
"The next book is about the magic of yin and yang, and it is all about small magic that can harm people. Sister Yu said that it was written deliberately by the Mohists and the yin and yang families during the Warring States Period. The purpose was to ruin Luban's reputation, because Luban created
The thing was too powerful, especially on the battlefield, causing countless deaths. The Mohists emphasized attacking but not loving, and their ideas were inconsistent, so they asked the Yin and Yang family at that time to write another Luban book."
He thought for a moment and asked: "Yumen, I understand what you mean, but this kind of legend is only half true at most."
Sister Yu laughed on the phone and said: "Boss Wang, it seems you have built some great tomb. As for the legend, only if it is passed down first will anyone say it. If this thing did not exist back then, then it would not have happened."
Pass it down, what do you think?"
"Um...."
"I understand, Yumen, say hello to your uncle for me."
I hung up the phone, picked up the tea cup and fell into thinking without drinking.
This seventh Vajra Gate, Sister Yu said, might be the large version of Rupert’s Tears. I think it’s a bit hard to pronounce, so it’s more appropriate to call it the Big Tadpole Gate.
As for how to break the door, I am still researching and thinking of ways, but there is no good way yet.
If all the surrounding walls are blown up, even we will be buried inside.
I brought back two sacks of bronze vessels. Two small tripods were uncovered and I don’t know where they were lost. There was a hole under the earthen kang where the sundries were originally stored and all the bronze vessels were hidden there.
After a day of rest, Brother Yu suddenly came to call me in the evening and asked me to go with him to the woods in the back mountain.
I asked what we were doing in the woods, and Brother Yu said we would know when we got there.
There are many blueberry trees in the back mountain, and Yapa’s granddaughter is buried around them. I went up the mountain with a flashlight in the middle of the night, and suddenly I saw a red dot not far ahead.
Walking closer, it was Tian Sanjiu smoking.
He held a cigarette and waved to me.
"Tian Boss... you are..."
Tian Sanjiu flicked the ashes from his cigarette and wiped his face.
Lying on the ground was a girl in her early twenties, her mouth was gagged with clothes, and her hands and feet were tied behind her back.
This girl is the daughter of the proprietress of the canteen. She has been working outside. I met her once when I went shopping for the fifteenth day. Her name seemed to be Song Mei. She left after the fifteenth day at home.
Tian Sanjiu knelt down and removed the cloth from her mouth.
"The canteen is closed. Tell me where your mother is now."
The girl was greatly frightened. Her eyes were horrified and she said: "I don't know, I don't know. My mother rarely travels far away, and I can't find her." She said with a cry.
"call....."
Tian Sanjiu slowly blew out the cigarette, and suddenly he pressed the cigarette butt directly on the girl's forehead and didn't let go.
"ah!"
A shrill scream came.
"It hurts, it hurts! I don't know, I really don't know where my mother is!"
"Give me the pliers."
Master Ji hesitated for a few seconds and handed over a vise.
Tian Sanjiu took the pliers, grabbed her right hand, clamped the little finger directly, and kept exerting force.
Song Mei screamed loudly and twisted her body back and forth in pain.
"Tian... Tian Bituou, it's almost... almost done," I said.
The vise was stained with blood. Tian Sanjiu put it in his mouth and licked it. A flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he pointed the vise at the girl's index finger.
