The world, or the universe, how should it be composed?

Lurik very much believes that in this era, everyone in the world will believe that everything they know is created by a great existence.

Therefore, every ancient ethnic group has a variety of beliefs, they need a founder, so that they are no longer confused about their own existence, but also to find a meaning for their own existence.

In a cold world, the mountains of the fjord act as a barrier to resist most of the cold wind from the Arctic. The sea was frozen, and the earth was covered with snow. The sky is very clear at night, and the moonlight and aurora illuminate the snow. Starting

A large number of wooden houses in Fort Rose are a warm place, and many people have already got into the nests made of animal skins and fell asleep.

Lurik sat on the leather cushion, like a teacher.

Two of his students are already very old, the blacksmith Clavasson and Kawei, they just want to hear what Rurik has about the human world.

The two of them sat cross-legged and looked like torches, and Rurik also showed a priestly solemnity.

"We all know that there is a giant named Ymir. Odin created everything with its corpse. 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 warriors who died in battle will be the warriors of the temple..."

Lurik recounted the mythological records he had seen on the wooden planks of the long house of the priest, in order to get a resonance with Klavasen first.

He kept narrating, and suddenly Kravasson interrupted his speech.

"Rurik, my dear, I already know these ancient stories. I also know that Odin created the human world, and that Odin is Thor's father."

"Huh? Do you know that?" Rurik's eyes widened.

Cravason laughed: "We are blacksmiths, of course we know. Honey, don't compare us with those fishermen."

"Fisherman, 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 they die, I hope they can. This has nothing to do with our blacksmith, we are Thor's servants. You should tell me something more realistic, I just want to know now, your dagger is originally made of ordinary things. Is it because the more hits and the more grilled, it becomes extremely hard? Why?!"

Liurik scratched his head, he really overestimated the mythical beliefs of the blacksmith.

Perhaps from the beginning, blacksmiths and other professional craftsmen were more realistic and secular than others.

"Okay, I will tell you now, but I still have to start from the beginning!" Rurik emphasized.

"Where to start?"

"It started with the death of the giant." Rurik restored his serious expression to emphasize that his words were true: "Giant Ymir is dead, and Odin turned the corpse into powder with divine power. This kind of powder is better than you can. The powder of understanding is even smaller. It is the smallest existence that Odin can create, and there is the smallest existence that builds our human world. I don't know what to call it, I'll give it a name, called the indivisible thing, It's called atom."

Atom, derived from atomos, "the indivisible thing" in classical Greek.

What Rurik is now talking about is a statement that Kravasson, who has lived a long time, cannot understand at all. He recalled vigorously, and he was particularly certain that the tribal wise Veria had never explained the composition of the world in this way, but it could not be explained by It is nonsense to speculate about Rurik's words. Because this child is indeed blessed by Odin, isn't the soap a proof.

Cravason didn't take it seriously at first. He deliberately said: "I don't understand what you said. Could it be that we...including myself, are also made up of what you call atoms."

"Of course! I can tell you with certainty that everything is made up of the smallest atom. Because of this, Odin can..."

Lurik suddenly came to light, because on this issue, it is most appropriate to give them an appropriate metaphor.

"Blacksmith, if you want to build a wooden house, it is impossible to carve it with a big tree. You need to chop down some small trees and chisel them into large and small wooden blocks with an axe. Then for a wooden house, every piece of wood A block is an atom. A wooden block is just a wooden block. A hundred wooden blocks can be built into a wooden wall, and hundreds of wooden blocks can be put together to form a house. By this time, the wooden block is no longer called a wooden block. It is part of the house.

Therefore, a huge number of atoms form your body, your smithy, and my sword. "

"This... is this true?" Hearing this, Clavason had already fully understood, and he had to think about it.

Kawei is only twenty years old, and he is more willing to touch new things.

Lurik's description is full of very positive meaning, because the house is pieced together with a large number of wooden blocks and strips. Not only houses, but tribal boats are spliced together by a huge amount of wooden blocks, making them a particularly complex existence.

Kawei's eyes widened, and he stretched his head to look at Rurik: "I believe what you said!"

"Hey! Kawei." Kravasson pounded his son, "You have to think about it, it's amazing."

"Dad, isn't Rurik's words worthy of belief? Or is it because you are too old?!" Kawei snorted and faced Rurik: "Go on, I am very willing to believe you."

"Okay..." Rurik swallowed. He knew that to convince the two senior blacksmiths to immediately believe his magical rhetoric, a more detailed and popular explanation and more examples were necessary.

Is there an example? There is.

Lurik feels that he can now scientifically explain to them how steel is made.

"A person is like an atom. When multiple atoms are gathered together, they cannot be called a simple atom. For example, six atoms together are charcoal." After speaking, Rurik also pointed his finger on purpose. Carbon pile in the corner of the wooden house. "Charcoal is made up of many small things. I call this thing carbon (carbon). Six atoms form a carbon. Carbon is always pure in the tree. Give it temperature, and other things will leave. The carbon in the lower tree exists."

"Ah! Is this true?"

"Kawei, this is true, can you get me a piece of ore?" Rurik asked.

"of course."

At this moment, Kawei felt that he had 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 stammered because of this: "Tell me...tell me more."

"Okay, this is the ore." Rurik's hands rested on the stone, "It is the smallest atom composition. For example, our tribe. If a single person is an atom, Kawei, you and Kravasson And your mother formed a family of blacksmiths. As far as I know, there are five blacksmith families in the tribe. There are also many professional cobbler families in the tribe, and there are many professional carpenter families and boat builder families. The largest number is fishermen. The family is the main force that constitutes the warriors of our tribe. So many families are made up of individual people, and as a result, each family has different jobs. Everyone does not fall apart because of the different jobs in each family. We are together to form Ross Tribal.

This ore is the same! It is made up of a single atom, which is composed of a large number of families with different characteristics in different numbers. A huge number of families form a tribe, which is this stone.

Therefore, we burned this stone with fire, which is a mixed family, and forced them to live together with their different identities.

For example, if my father Otto wants all the families of our tribe to live in a designated area according to the characteristics of their profession. In this way, the five blacksmith families of the tribe are neighbors to each other. And all the cobblers live together, and all the fishermen live together. "

Cravason looked confused, but he heard Kawei here, his flexible brain successfully made up for the scene of the big move of the Ross family, and successfully understood many of the mysteries in Rurik's remarks.

Kawei asked excitedly: "If... if our tribe is a huge ore, turning the ore into iron is like all the blacksmiths living together?"

"Ah, you already understand it completely." Rurik took a long sip, and it was the young man's brain that worked better.

Lurik thought for a while, since this analogy is the best to use, just continue to pull it on.

"Actually, every piece of ore is basically a tribe composed of sand and iron. If there is a tribe, there are only blacksmith families and fisherman families. Now because of some things, the fishermen family decided to move all from the tribe. The fishermen left, even demolished Lost their own house. In this way, all the blacksmiths of the tribe are left. They have lost all their neighbors. They feel lonely and dangerous. So all the blacksmith families decided to live together again. New 81 Chinese website update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

Therefore, when we burn the ore, we force the sand to leave the ore, and what is left is iron. All the blacksmith has to do is to beat the loose iron together. Kawei, maybe you understand by saying that. "

"I... so... so it was like this!" Kawei laughed happily. "Haha, it turns out that my job is like this."

"Clavason, what do you think of me?" Rurik turned to ask the old guy with the huge beard.

"Sounds interesting." Karavassen seemed to be silent because he could not make a hasty conclusion.

"What I say next is the key, and it is what you most want to know!" Rurik's eyes became serious. "14 atoms make up the smallest sand. If these smallest sands make up our warriors' favorite shield wall , The sand becomes a transparent pebble, there are many such stones on the beach. But the axe and sword we need, we must remove all the smallest sand, the best way is to burn!

But you absolutely can't think of it. Don't think that just by removing the smallest sand, we will get pure iron.

8 atoms are composed..."

Suddenly, Rurik felt that he was really not good at explaining to them what oxygen is.

He simply took a deep breath and explained: "A person who does not breathe in will soon die. Because 8 atoms make up the breath of life." After saying this, Rurik really admired his cleverness in his heart. . Oxygen, temporarily invented a phrase in Old Norse, the original meaning is "the breath of life", it is not a good explanation.

He continued to rip: "We are in the gas, and it is also mixed. What we need is the life gas in it, and the other is the largest unscented gas. It is composed of 7 atoms. We don't need it. It. The breath of life is very powerful and we need it to survive! The breath of life can enter the water so that the fish can survive, but the fish can only use the breath of life mixed in the water and die when they get it on the shore.

The breath of life can also enter the ore. They like iron very much, just as pure as men like women. Therefore, the iron in the ore always holds a small group of life energy.

But when we use charcoal to light a flame, the breath of life is like an unfaithful woman, leaving her iron, and going with the smallest charcoal, which is carbon, turning into a kind of gas, and leaving along your chimney. .

In the end you get pure iron. "

Cawei thought it was more interesting, "Rurik...this...this is the most interesting story I have heard."

"No, this is not a story!" Rurik emphasized solemnly, "You can't use your ancestors to strike iron all your life without knowing the principle of iron strikes. What I am telling you now is part of Odin's wisdom. ."

"Go on." Cravason urged solemnly.

Liurik looked at the old guy again, and saw his eyes flashing.

"Okay, let me continue. Now the smallest sand and vitality in the ore are all gone, and only pure iron is left. 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 breath of life. Pure iron still likes to be with the breath of life. So Cravason, if you find some red stones in the mountains No doubt, it is another iron ore, the same thing as the red rust on the sword."

"Ah!" Cravason yelled and suddenly sat upright. "It's so?!"

"That's it~www.mtlnovel.com~ You don't have to doubt it. So you burned and forged the rusty sword again, and it became what it looked like at the beginning. Because the vitality has been eliminated again. Okay... Now you should understand a lot. I think it should be enough. I should tell you why my hard iron sword can cut off ordinary iron swords."

As he said, Rurik thrust the iron sword directly into the ground, and pierced the skin of the animal without much effort.

"Pure iron is very strange. It is more capable of being infiltrated by other substances. It is like salt that can penetrate into meat, and the result is cured meat, which is completely different from fresh meat. The same is true for iron. The air of life penetrates. Entering in, the iron sword becomes red and fragile. What if the smallest charcoal, that is carbon, penetrates? The blacksmith becomes brighter and stronger. The iron sword can smash the pottery urn without damage, because the iron sword is the hardest .My short sword cuts off the iron sword, and the blade is so perfect, because my sword is the hardest.

It's very simple to do this. In fact, you light a charcoal fire in your stove. You don't use a blower at all to blow it up, just put an ordinary iron sword in.

The temperature of the fire is not high enough so that a small amount of carbon can enter the iron sword. The more it goes in, the harder the sword becomes. However, carbon can't enter evenly, so I ask you to fold and forge it repeatedly. I ask you to burn the iron sword fifty times and forge it fifty times. The sword has absorbed enough carbon.

But carbon cannot absorb too much, otherwise it will easily break. When I felt that it was enough, I attached dirt to the sword, only allowing the blade to absorb more carbon. Now you have seen that the blade is brighter than the color of the spine. "