[The first update of the guarantee on September 8. 】

A huge four-leaf windmill that slowly rotates in the breeze.

This giant windmill towering in the backyard of Wenfu Beiye is nearly six zhang high, much larger than the windmills of several Zhuangzi around it. Standing under the windmill and looking up, your hat will fall off. In just half a year, it has become the symbol of this small Zhuangzi. Most of the men, women, and children in Zhuangzi are proud of this, and they often talk about it when they go out.

The wind blades that are more than four feet long fall from high to low, and then return from low to high, and with the wind, they go back and forth. Clear groundwater was brought up from a well twenty feet deep.

The murmuring spring flows through the back garden of the bunfu, and then flows through the outlet at the corner of the courtyard wall into the fields outside the village, and into the canal. More than 6,000 acres of irrigated land outside the village, half of Thailand is the industry of the Wen family, regardless of drought or flood, the groundwater in the deep well is always endless, as long as the windmill is still rotating, there will be no risk of water shortage.

Wen Yanbo came to Zhuangzi's side in May. It was too hot in Luoyang City, and it was stuffy. Some news came to my ears, and I sulked plainly, so it was better not to listen.

A few days ago, Wen Yanbo was about to get up and go back to Luoyang, but when he heard that Fu Bi didn't move, he sighed and stayed in Zhuangzi.

After that day, Wen Yanbo became more and more lazy, and sometimes he could watch the flowing water under the small bridge for half a day. Sometimes I sit in the shade of a tree with one or two idle books in my hand, and I can't turn a few pages a day.

Today, Wen Yanbo is also reading a book under the willow tree.

The lotus flowers in the pond have been defeated, and the lotus canopy has also been brightened, but the lotus leaves are still verdant. Sitting by the pool, shaded by trees, with a fresh breeze in front of you, and people waiting to be picked up with hot tea and cold soup at hand, there is nothing more comfortable than this day. How much sour, what I want for a lifetime is such a leisurely life for a day and a half.

In the early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Tao Gu, who had always been 'skull law minister' but could never be the prime minister, and only got an official gift after his death, his articles were excellent. The book "Qing Yilu" is also very interesting.

It's just that the sixth volume of "Qing Yilu" has been in his hand for a long time, and he hasn't turned two pages, so he can't read it at all.

Lu Huiqing returned to Beijing and passed through Luoyang, and Wen Yanbo received the news yesterday. You don't have to see it in person, you can guess how many people will rush to flatter.

The great war that had just passed wiped out all the last vestiges of the old party's prestige.

Even last year, Sima Guang and Lu Gongzhu suffered repeated setbacks and were driven back to Luoyang one after another, and the old party still maintained a certain prestige until the news of Liao's entry into the Kou came out.

If the Great Song Dynasty is defeated, everything before the New Party will be like a house built on a river beach, and the river will disappear as soon as the river rises. But this time, it was the Liao State that was defeated, and it was defeated very badly. On the Shaanxi side, all the Xingling that had just been swallowed was lost. Hedong was a little cheap at the beginning, but lost half of the capital after the worst, and Hebei, the main force of the Liao army failed to break through even the three passes, but when the official army counterattacked, it picked up a little cheap and saved some face a little.

The new party spent more than ten years to re-establish the forbidden army, so that the old party's previous insistence has become a laughing stock in the world's mouth.

This time, Lu Huiqing passed back to Beijing after making a splashing contribution, and of course let those rats who were detached from morality all rush over as if they had seen the white rice in the vat.

Even though Lu Huiqing made great contributions and failed to return to Xifu, it was also a competition within the New Party after all.

Only after there is no external enemy will there be an internal fight. In other words, the old party may not like each other, and before Wang Anshi's rise, they even used impeachment to communicate with each other many times, but under the pressure of the new party, they had to cooperate in one place.

Thinking of Lu Huiqing's villain's pride, Wen Yanbo felt irritable in his heart. Of course, you can't read the book.

I don't know how long I sat under the tree, but I felt that the sun was already shining on my feet.

Suddenly, there was a bang in the distance, the sound was not loud, but Wen Yanbo's heart jumped.

When people are old, they can't be bothered. He suddenly felt palpitations, his hands pressed tightly to his chest, and his face suddenly turned sallow.

Seeing this, the attendant boy immediately supported Wen Yanbo and let him slowly lean back on the chair, while on the other side, a servant was already rummaging in the medicine bag he was carrying.

"Quick." Wen Yanbo pointed to his belt and whispered reluctantly, "Su Hexiang Pill." ”

Ever since he fell ill in the temple that year, Wen Yanbo always carried a medicine bag with his servants wherever he went. I also carried the Suhexiang pill for first aid, which is just right for the current situation.

This is a pill made from precious herbs such as atractylodes, green wood incense, black rhino shavings, cinnabar, and musk, as well as suhe sesame oil and benzoin ointment. Not only do you take it every day for maintenance, but you can also carry it with you on weekdays so that you can use it at any time. Moreover, there is a saying that the pill is 'wrapped in wax paper as big as a marble, and filled in a scarlet silk bag, beware of taking it, all evil gods dare not approach'.

Wen Yanbo did not wear the pill on his chest, but put it in the small waist bag he carried with him. Xiao Tong flipped it over, pinched the wax shell hard, took the cup of hot water handed over by the maid behind him, dissolved it, and let Wen Yanbo take it down.

In addition to the twelve or thirteen-year-old little scholar, Wen Yanbo was followed by four maids, and two old and steady servants followed from afar. When he had such a seizure, everyone panicked and gathered together. Some helped Wen Yanbo comfort his chest, some rubbed his forehead, some fanned, and some took out a handkerchief from the portable ice bucket and put it on Wen Yanbo's forehead.

These people are very skilled in first aid, that is, everyone's hands are shaking. If something happens to the old minister, they will not end well.

Fortunately, the symptoms were still very mild this time, and after a while, Wen Yanbo relieved his breath and his face was much more rosy.

After opening his eyes, he looked at the group of people around him, he was a little impatient, and waved his hand: "It's all scattered, it's very stuffy!" ”

Except for the child, everyone else dispersed.

Taking a few breaths against the cool breeze of the pond, Wen Yanbo felt a little better.

The heart is comfortable, but the anger is coming up again.

The direction in which the sound came from was the direction where the windmill was. Originally, Wen Yanbo was impetuous, and he just wanted to live quietly, but the sixth son of the family was good, and he didn't know what he was doing around the windmill in the past two days, and he almost got sick with his old son.

Picking up his crutches, Wen Yanbo walked over to the windmill. No one dared to stop him, so he could only hold him carefully.

Passing through a side door, I saw Wen Jifu in front of the windmill at a glance.

Wen Yanbo immediately stomped on his crutches hard: "You son of a, what are you messing with?!" ”

Wen Jifu ran over, and when he heard Wen Yanbo's angry shouting, his face began to turn pale, and he whispered, "My son is doing an experiment." ”

"Experiments?" Wen Yanbo opened his eyes and looked at it.

A leaky wooden barrel with clear water all over the floor. An extremely long pipe was inserted into the top of the barrel, leading to a small window at the top of the windmill.

Wen Jifu hurriedly explained: "It's the experiment in this issue of Nature. The boy had just tried to pour a glass of water from a high place, and the barrel of the hoop was broken. ”

The anger on Wen Yanbo's face disappeared, and he frowned and looked at the wooden barrel that was still flowing with water, "Is it really a glass of water that pours down and crushes the barrel?" ”

"Really." Wen Jifu nodded, he pointed to the top of the windmill, "My son just asked people to pour water on it, and after only one cup, the barrel was broken." ”

In the third issue of Nature, this experiment was mentioned. It's just that there is no reason to say it in the book, just like an exam, and let the candidates think about the reason. Poor scholars can't afford to do experiments, but Wen Jifu can do it, and as long as the conditions on hand can be met, Wen Jifu will try to re-verify it.

"What's the reasoning?" Wen Yanbo asked.

"Han Gang once said the difference between pressure and pressure in the Gui Window Cong Talk. With the same force, the needle can pierce the paper, but the finger can't, because the pressure of the needle tip is strong. This is something like ......."

Wen Jifu said that the voice behind him was quiet, and after all, there was still something that didn't make sense. He couldn't explain where the force that broke the barrel came from.

"Think again." Wen Yanbo stared at his son.

Wen Jifu thought for a while, and tentatively said in Wen Yanbo's favorite words: "As long as you use your strength in the right place, even if you have the strength of four or two, you can also provoke a thousand weights." ”

That's exactly what happened. The cicada wings are heavy, and the thousand jun is light. Although it is upside down, in fact, as long as it is placed in the right place, it is not unreasonable. ”

Wen Yanbo's interest in his son has no intention of interfering.

Wen Yanbo has read "Nature", and he has turned it over several times in all three issues, but in fact, he can't understand many places, especially the part of counting is too draining. He is old, his energy is weak, and he has no energy to study any new knowledge. But the chapters on biology, physics, and chemistry have a lot to offer. As a pastime in leisure time, to broaden their horizons and increase their knowledge, he also encouraged his children and grandchildren to take a look more.

There are many children and grandchildren in their own family, but any of them are not good at poetry and books. The one in front of me can't even write a letter, how many people have been implicated before. Fortunately, now I have a hobby and can continue to study it. It's not difficult to say, where you need to do experimental verification, you can smash it with money, it's not as good as Wencai, and you can't buy it on yourself no matter how much you spend.

If Han Gang can help Qi Xue to the position of official school in the future, a few children and grandchildren in his own family who are not successful can have a lively time, and they can do interesting things.

Although there were some grievances in the past, since Han Gang wanted to carry forward the Qi Study, he had to enlarge his mind, and it was inevitable to be eclectic, otherwise how long would he be able to support it alone? Relying on the Confucian scholars in Guanzhong alone, they lack sufficient momentum, and if they want to occupy the position of official learning, it is bound to be more difficult than ascending to the sky.

With Han Gang's intelligence, I believe he can think clearly.