Chapter Eighty-Seven: Pouring Oil
"I know you don't believe what I say, but it's okay, you can rub your fingers against the surface of the hibiscus wood and see what you find? By the way, don't wear gloves, just use your hands. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”
Ye Xiaochen saw the expressions of the experts present and said with a smile.
It is no wonder that they don't believe what he said just now, this is completely contrary to the scientific concept of plants.
There is a theory that matter can be immortalized in a vacuum that is absolutely sealed and free from any external interference.
If the sealing measures in this glass house are done well, even if it is an ordinary wood put into it, not to mention a thousand years of immortality, one or two hundred years should be no problem.
It's a pity that that's for ordinary wood.
Is this hibiscus wood ordinary?
No.
What makes Qimu extraordinary is that there are strange phenomena that can subvert the existing scientific outlook.
It is a miracle in itself that this Fuso wood is immortal for thousands of years in a closed tomb, and it is a miracle in itself that it is replaced by ordinary trees, not to mention dead, and they have completely decayed.
"Then I'll try."
Academician Yang naturally didn't believe Ye Xiaochen's words, as a botanist of his own, he had the most stable scientific outlook, and everything could be explained by science.
Immediately, he walked up to Fuso Wood, took off his gloves, and gently rubbed the skin of Fuso Wood's trunk with his hands.
The skin is delicate and warm, as if it were a precious jade.
After grinding for a while, he withdrew his finger, and suddenly, he was slightly stunned, and there was a grayish-brown color on his finger, as if it had been dyed by something.
He remembered that when he touched the hibiscus with his white gloved hand, there was no trace of gray-brown on the glove, and it was very clean.
He hurriedly rubbed it with his other gloved hand, and then took it back to see that it was clean.
"What's going on?"
Academician Yang showed a touch of consternation.
It's so weird, why don't you touch it with your gloved hands, and you will get this tawny-brown?
"What's going on?"
"How strange!"
"Why is there such a big difference?"
"What's this taupe thing, it feels a bit like ashes?"
"It's really ashes, it's weird."
Everyone else saw this scene and was so surprised that they stepped forward to try it.
The result of the attempt was exactly the same as that of Academician Yang.
"Mr. Ye, do you know what the reason is?"
Academician Yang looked at Ye Xiaochen in surprise and asked puzzledly.
Everyone else looked at it.
They're confused right now.
Li Tingting also tried it just now, and carefully observed the gray-brown substance, and it was almost certain that this substance was the ashes left over from the burning of something.
Ashes?
Without burning hibiscus, how could there be ashes on the surface?
"Yes, those grayish-brown marks you just touched on your fingers are the ashes left over from the burning of the wood. Why is there ash when the hibiscus wood is not burned? In fact, it is very simple, it is caused by the temperature difference, the temperature of the human body is at least above thirty-six degrees, and the temperature of this Fusang wood has dropped to below thirty degrees, forming a temperature difference with the contact surface of the human body, if the temperature of the Fusang wood is higher than the human body, there is no problem, but now it is lower than the temperature of the human body, and the decay rate of the contact position is accelerated, forming this gray-brown ash trace on your fingers, once the temperature of the Fuso wood is completely lowered, it is completely decayed and turned into fly ash. ”
Ye Xiaochen said eloquently.
Everyone was stunned.
What Ye Xiaochen said was too shocking.
Is there such a magical wood in the world?
"According to what you mean, we can completely lower the temperature in the glass house, wouldn't we be able to stop the decay of the Fuso wood?"
Someone asked.
Unconsciously, these people had been caught by Ye Xiaochen's words and began to think according to Ye Xiaochen's thoughts.
Everyone else thinks the same way.
"Theoretically, it works, the problem is that when the outside temperature decreases, the temperature of the hibiscus wood itself cannot be preserved, because the hibiscus wood has no ability to preserve the temperature, and the temperature is transmitted, from high temperature to low temperature objects, and when the temperature of the fuso wood drops to a critical value, this decay process is still unstoppable."
Ye Xiaochen shook his head and said.
"What if you keep the room temperature the same as the temperature of the hibiscus?"
Zhang Keqin hurriedly asked.
"The same is not good, the dissipation of the temperature of the hibiscus wood is irreversible, only decreased, and will never increase again, so the absolute temperature balance is impossible to form."
Ye Xiaochen shook his head directly.
The temperature of the hibiscus wood itself is not just as simple as heat preservation, unless you can heat it up when the hibiscus wood cools down, and at the same time stabilize the loss of the original business, otherwise, the temperature of the hibiscus wood will only continue to decrease, and in the process of decreasing, a temperature difference with the outside world will be formed, and the decay process will be formed.
"Then how to warm up the Fusang wood, is it mixed with black liquid cooking oil?"
Academician Yang looked thoughtfully at the basin of mixed liquid.
Perhaps, after this rapeseed oil is mixed with that solid Peiyuan liquid, it will become very special, and after applying it, it can increase the temperature of Fusang wood a little.
It's not just him, it's everyone else.
"Of course, this is the only way, I don't know if Academician Yang has any objections?"
Ye Xiaochen nodded and said.
"Okay, although I don't know if what you said is true or not, but, what I verified just now, after all, there is still some truth, rather than letting the Fusang wood be so dead and rotten, it is better for you to give it a try."
Academician Yang sighed and finally said.
Even Academician Yang said so, and the others present naturally had nothing to say.
Zhang Keqin and Li Yang also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if Academician Yang insisted, this matter would be really troublesome.
Jiang Ping was even more secretly relieved, even Academician Yang agreed, if something really went wrong, he would not be the only one to be responsible.
The sky is falling, and there are tall ones on top.
Li Tingting's eyes were full of brilliance.
She had almost been conquered by Ye Xiaochen's bizarre theory just now.
As for the previous bad impression, it has long been forgotten.
She only had one thought now, she wanted to know how Ye Xiaochen would treat Fusang Mu.
I'm really looking forward to it!
"Thank you Academician Yang for your understanding."
Ye Xiaochen secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, nodded, and immediately without any hesitation, he picked up the brush and smeared the blended oil on the trunk of the Fusang wood.
The oil became dense and applied to the trunk of the tree, forming a thick oil.
Soon, from the bottom to the top, the trunk of the tree, which was more than a person high, was all smeared.
Ye Xiaochen also asked people to bring a herringbone ladder, which was so meticulous that it was smeared one by one on the bifurcated branches of Fusang wood.
It took more than an hour, and the entire surface of the hibiscus tree was smeared with oil, and only a small half of the oil was left in the pot.
Ye Xiaochen directly poured the oil along the bottom of the Fusang wood, and finally the soft cultivation soil was all drenched with oil.
There was a strange smell of oil in the air.
The people present kept watching Ye Xiaochen do this, and they became more and more curious.
They don't know how this oil can warm the hibiscus wood?
After the last drop of oil dripped from the basin, Ye Xiaochen put the basin aside and let out a sigh.
It's a delicate job.
Seeing that the whole Fusang wood had become smooth and shiny, which was quite peculiar, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, and then said to Li Yang: "Director Li, is there a lighter?" ”
"Huh? What the? ”
Li Yang felt that he had misheard, and hurriedly asked again.
"Lighters, cigarette lighters."
Seeing Li Yang's expression, Ye Xiaochen immediately shrugged his shoulders and repeated again.
"Lighters?"
Li Yang was directly dumbfounded.
Academician Yang was stunned.
Li Tingting's beautiful eyes widened.
Everyone present was directly stunned.
Pouring oil?
Lighter?
Connected together....
No way?
That's crazy, isn't it?
This is Fuso wood, is it really burned with fire?
It's not made of metal, it's made of solid wood, isn't it?
Once lit, it must not be burned to ashes?
Fainted.
I thought Ye Xiaochen was unfathomable before, and he seemed to be a very capable person, but at the moment he only had one idea.
What a fuck up.
Burning Fuso wood with fire, only you madman can come up with it!
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