In the afternoon, Xu Ji was holding his mobile phone and typing quickly while communicating with others.
The other party is a professor at Chu Province University who specializes in ancient engineering and machinery.
It was the female police officer named Gui Ling who recommended it to him after consulting his requirements.
The professor's surname was Chen Ang, after hearing Xu Ji's request.
I thought Xu Ji wanted to write a historical time travel novel.
Immediately, he enthusiastically explained to Xu Ji the working principle of the waterwheel.
I lost a lot of structural diagrams, formulas and data.
Then, he enthusiastically recommended it to Xu Ji: "Actually, compared to waterwheels, I personally feel that windmills have greater potential!"
"Waterwheels need to be built where there are rapids..."
"It is greatly affected by the flow speed of the water!"
"Windmills are different!"
“As long as there is wind, you can work anywhere!”
"And... as long as the windmill is big enough, it can do any job!"
"Sawing wood, grinding flour, making paper, and even forging..."
"Does Holland know?"
"The country of windmills relied on sailboats at sea and windmills on land to dominate the country in the seventeenth century!"
When he said this, Xu Ji suddenly became interested and began to discuss with this enthusiastic professor.
How to design this windmill, how to install it, how to use materials, and its working principle.
Professor Chen always talks about everything he knows.
He was even very considerate and gave Xu Ji a lot of tips.
According to the professor, whether it is a windmill or a waterwheel, it can be converted into a source of power for handicraft industry.
Spring paddy, shelling, grinding...
Sawing wood, forging, papermaking...
It is simply a hotbed of modern industry.
After talking about this, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
After the two said goodbye, they agreed to consult him at any time if they have any questions next time.
Professor Chen suddenly said: "By the way, if your book is finished... remember to tell me..."
"If the writing is good, I will definitely subscribe and support it!"
have to……
Qing Qing is a serious lover of historical time travel novels.
Xu Ji naturally agreed.
Anyway, he doesn’t write books!
Ended the chat with Professor Chen.
Xu Ji began to sort out the chat records between the two of them, sorting out the interesting information one by one.
Various technical requirements, indicators, formulas...
There are also structural diagrams and so on.
It's almost seven o'clock when we finish this matter.
Xu Ji packaged all these materials and put them into a document.
I also packaged the papermaking technology information I found online.
Then he collapsed on the chair: "I haven't eaten meat for a long time..."
"I'd better go eat some meat!"
"Otherwise, I will be blamed for the destruction of the Brazilian rainforest!"
I got up and went out, planning to go to a well-known restaurant in the city center to have a big meal and memorize information and drawings while eating.
Try to memorize the relevant technical information on papermaking before nine o'clock, and it is best to also memorize the improved design of the waterwheel.
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Snowing.
Snowflakes fell from the sky one after another.
After a while, the entire two sides of the sand and water turned into a vast expanse of white.
Li Shisan was sitting in a pavilion by the Shashui River, eating wine and meat with a few old friends from the past.
Everyone was full of compliments.
While chatting, everyone got to talking about the Heavenly Lord who had been in seclusion for several months.
Li Shisan sighed with emotion: "It's a pity that Tianzun retreated too quickly... We originally wanted to present the new wheat we harvested to Tianzun to express our gratitude!"
In the past, people would only offer new wheat to their ancestors and heaven and earth.
But this year, after they harvested new wheat, they all wanted to offer it to the God of Heaven.
It's a pity that Tianzun has gone into seclusion.
Immortals often stay in seclusion for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Fortunately, Meng Bai got the decree from Tian Zun and said that he would be released from seclusion in May next year.
Calculating carefully, it is exactly the month Tianzun will come this year.
Everyone listened and sighed.
This year, hundreds of villages on both sides of the sand and rivers are having a bumper harvest!
Three stones per mu!
This is an achievement that was unimaginable in the past!
What's more important is that in today's Shashui, the monsters are gone and Hebo has become one of his own.
Even the land and mountain gods of the past were driven away.
No one asked them to pray with their heart and blood day and night, and to sacrifice the best three animals to gather incense and copper.
Adults and children are all safe.
Because there was no danger and we finally had time and energy, everyone dared to give birth.
This year, almost every household has a new baby.
Both sides of the sand and water are full of life.
Even the mountains and plains where the radiation is located are full of laughter and laughter.
It's a pity that Tianzun has gone into seclusion.
Everyone was sighing.
Someone suggested: "When Tianzun comes out of seclusion in May..."
"Why don't we bring all the children born this year and next year to the Heavenly Lord..."
"Most of them were born because of the Heavenly Lord!"
"Tianzun also liked children very much in the past..."
"If you see these babies, the Heavenly Lord will definitely be happy!"
"Maybe we can even bless these children!"
As soon as this proposal came out, not only others applauded it.
Li Shisan's eyes also lit up, and he clapped his hands and said: "Gousheng, you have a good idea! It's really a good idea!"
He immediately said: "I will go to Mr. Meng to discuss it first..."
"If you want to do it, do it bigger!"
"Not only people from Shashui, but also people from surrounding mountainous areas can come..."
“Let’s all be blessed together!”
"Okay!" Everyone shouted: "That's what we should do!"
"It's time to start now!"
Although there are still five months left, people can't wait to see the Heavenly Lord sitting under the willow tree again.
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When Li Shisan and others were discussing in full swing.
Above Mount Lu, it was particularly miserable.
because……
Nowadays, almost all the villages at the foot of Mount Lu have abandoned the mountain god of Mount Lu.
No one pays tribute anymore, and no one comes to offer incense.
As for fragrant copper?
Don’t even think about it!
The Mountain God of Mount Lu actually had the thought of going down the mountain, even causing turmoil in the ground, overturning the houses of mortals, and smashing those ungrateful mortals to death.
But he didn't dare.
because……
As soon as he thought about it, a cow's hoof appeared from the sky.
As long as he dares to put it into practice.
Even if he dares to step out of the mountain temple.
It will be crushed by a hoof!
Therefore, the majestic mountain god did not even dare to come out of the mountain temple.
The incense is zero, the tribute is zero.
The majestic mountain god was so hungry that he could only eat the flesh and blood of wild beasts in the mountains to satisfy his hunger.
Even more unbearable than the mountain god were Wang Shan and others who were trapped in the mountain temple.
They also dare not leave this mountain temple!
Someone once had the courage to go out.
Then it immediately turned into a ball of minced meat.
The cow's hooves didn't even step down, it just dropped a hair and crushed the man to death!
The bones are now outside the temple, exposed in the wilderness.
What's even more troublesome is that their connection with the upper world has also been cut off.
No matter how they try to connect with the higher world.
In the end, there is only one result: being kicked to pieces by that cow's hoof!
Be it incense or talisman.
Even if you sacrifice the Mountain God Seal and send a message to the upper world, the result will be the same!
Therefore, Wang Shan and others were even more miserable than the mountain god.
For half a year, I only drank some rainwater and ate some caught mice to satisfy my hunger.
There is no condition anymore to maintain the image.
The group of people hadn't taken a shower for several months.
I didn't even comb my hair or change clothes.
Everyone's clothes are in rags, and everyone smells bad.
Where is the slightest bit of gentlemanly demeanor?
All of them are no different from savages!
But there is still hope for them.
Because they were sure that the upper realm had received the memorial submitted last year.
"Maybe...it's because the immortal kings are busy..." Wang Shan comforted himself.
"One day in heaven, one year on earth, maybe this is the case..."
"It'll be fine in a few months!"
A month later, Wang Shan was so hungry that he no longer had the strength to vomit.
The main reason is that the spiritual energy in the temple has been exhausted, and even breathing in and out has no effect.
He collapsed on the ground, looking at the dilapidated and dusty temple.
"Immortal Lord of the Upper Realm, maybe you are busy..." He encouraged everyone: "Just hold on for another month!"
Another month comes, and spring comes and flowers bloom.
Wang Shan, however, no longer had the strength to speak.
He looked at his followers behind him and encouraged them: "Everyone, please suffer for another month!"
"One month later..."
"Perhaps Immortal Lord will be able to spare some time!"
In March, the spring rain continued.
Raindrops dripped from the broken tiles of the mountain temple.
Wang Shan lay on the ground.
Several mice were crawling over him.
His throat was filled with excitement as he wanted to make a sound.
But he didn't have any strength left.
His magic power and his cultivation have been used to resist hunger.
But he couldn't resist for much longer.
"Immortal Lord... Immortal Lord..." There was only a weak voice in his throat.
And behind him, all his followers and retainers were even more miserable than him.
At night, a gloomy wind blew in the temple.
Wang Shan suddenly felt something gnawing at his body.
He reluctantly raised his head, only to see the mountain god of Mount Lu, lying on top of him like a wild beast.
His eyes are red.
"Fellow Taoist..." the mountain god said, "I have no choice but to do it!"
"It's nearly ten months, and I haven't had any blood food or incense..."
"If you don't eat some blood food..."
"I will perish!"
The mountain god has no sacrifices and no worship.
It’s basically a dead end!
Only by eating blood can one survive.
And it's different from the past.
In the past, people were eaten for enjoyment.
Now he eats people to survive!
Wang Shan couldn't resist at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the mountain god began to eat from his stomach.
First the organs, then the limbs.
at last……
Click!
It’s the brain and the soul!
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Xu Ji patted his belly and looked at the table of vegetables in front of him that had been chewed down to the bones.
"Not bad! Not bad!" He gave himself a thumbs up: "Today is another day to make contributions to the Brazilian rainforest!"
If he doesn't come to eat meat, Brazilian farmers may not be able to sell their soybeans and corn.
If Brazilian farmers cannot sell their soybeans and corn, they will go bankrupt. When Brazilian farmers go bankrupt, they can only log trees.
When they went to cut down trees, the rainforest was destroyed!
so……
Want to eat meat!
For the sake of the Brazilian rainforest, whoever doesn’t eat meat has no conscience!
