"I see, it's going to be used like this. Well, this ice cream is good. ”

"This ice cream is really good. Eh, Shang Luo, what did you just say? ”

When Shang Luo returned, the two of them were sitting in front of a mountain-like plate, and each of them had eaten more than 10 bowls of ice cream

"Good guys, aren't you two afraid of diarrhea after eating so much?"

"No, it won't." Gao Shiyu didn't even burp, "We also ate for a while before we found out that eating here won't gain weight at all." Eating is the same as not eating. ”

"So, of course, you'll have to eat hard." Gao Qingyu added, "We usually practice very hard, and we can't eat anything openly. It's the same as not eating here, so of course you have to take the opportunity to eat more. ”

"It seems that everyone likes to travel to Alexandria. Would you like to call for more? ”

"Nope." Gao Shiyu waved his hand, "Even if I eat it and don't eat it, I can't eat it." I ate every flavor and felt like I wouldn't want to eat any other ice cream for a long time to come. By the way, you just said that we need to consume 'metabits' when we surf the Internet? What is the approximate measurement method? For example, how many yuan bits does an ordinary liter of oil have? How long does it last? ”

"I'll start with that." Shang Luo reminded, "I have already signed a confidentiality agreement. I'll tell you two because you're from the Ministry of Water — according to the agreement, I can tell nine people. Rome still doesn't want too many people to know about it. So, you'd better keep it as secret as possible, and I'll only tell a few other people in the Ministry. ”

"Understood." Gao Shiyu nodded, "So how many yuan bits are in a liter of oil?" ”

"There are very few 'ordinary' ones, and if I say more, you will know how many there are. The bottle that Victoria showed me was a high-grade tar they had selected, and the amount of yuan per liter was about 150,000, and Alexander only needed a tanker truck to run for a few days. But those high-grade tars came from the dinosaurs. ”

"Hmm" Gao Shiyu nodded, "Then where are we going to go to the dinosaurs to turn into oil. If we can't find it, we'll take the regular tar. How much is the ordinary one? ”

"Victoria showed me a bottle – it was 29 bits per litre."

"29 to 150,000? It's not even a fraction! ”

"That's an extreme case, but sometimes you have to take into account that after all, many fuels that look exactly the same can be very different in terms of 'availability' in terms of metabits. Ordinary gasoline is generally around 5000. Although it is still a fraction of 150,000, it is almost usable. ”

"You mentioned earlier that they also tried whale oil?"

"Yes. The kernel bit content of whale oil is around 120,000 per liter, which should vary depending on the species of whale. However, the Romans did not test every species of whale, but each one was of high quality, and could compete with the best tar. ”

"So." He swallowed, "What about people"

"I don't know, they haven't experimented, and the experiment has been terminated by whale oil. Because in actual use, the whale's rich emotions have brought considerable adverse effects to the created dreams, and the whale's dreams will be directly reflected in the generated dreams. I can't imagine what it would be like to inject 'people' into it. ”

"By the way, what exactly does metabit correspond to?"

"Yes, time." Shang Luo replied, "Because people's lives need to move forward, time must advance. Therefore, in the spiritual realm, where time does not advance on its own, there needs to be some 'fuel' to push the time of this world forward. That's why it was said before that dinosaurs were needed, because dinosaurs had a sense of higher life, and their time was precious. The same goes for whales, the time they experience is useful. But not all creatures have the same complete perception of time as we are with the higher dragons and beasts. ”

"Need oil?"

"Yes, there has to be oil. Dinosaurs don't have much oil or water, but they have geological changes. Whales are very oily and watery—but the rich emotions of whales are not needed in dreams. It is enough to carry the emotions of humans, and it is too crowded to carry the emotions of whales. If you can find a way to simulate the process of 'fermentation' in the formation, then whale oil is not out of use. But personally, I don't really want to kill whales. ”

"And what do you think of the lard?"

"Lard? Hey? Shang Luo patted his head, "Lard is indeed okay." But what is the pig world like. I always feel weird. Let's go back and try to refine a little. Tsk, why do you always feel like you can load different scripts into it? Lard, butter, mutton fat, fish oil. ”

"And duck fat. Yingtian's duck fat baked cake is good, hey. ”

"It's butter and duck fat, and I'm hungry." He remembered the nest head in the furoshiki. But now is not the time to eat, "Go back, I can start architecting servers when I go back." ”

"Okay. Today? ”

"Okay today! Try to get it done today, I have to go and discuss it with the Son of Heaven. ”

"The old place?" In Zhu Xianene's office, Zhu Ling was still sitting there.

"Well, old place. You suddenly came to make an appointment, and he had to let me receive it. ”

"Okay, then the old place."

Next to the panda park, he and Zhu Ling got out of the car.

"What are you going to let me do today?"

"Just help me chop some bamboo today. I've heard that you have a great magic weapon? ”

"Co-author, you want to see the treasure, you just say it."

"Because magic weapons are weapons, we have to find a place for you to demonstrate. Hurry up and show me, I want to see what kind of magic weapons are used by powerful qi practitioners. ”

In the bamboo forest, Shang Luo took out the scroll.

"You've got so many!"

"I'll see which one to cut the bamboo. This one doesn't work. This one doesn't work."

"What is this?" Zhu Ling pointed to one of the swords.

"That's Huang's death, this one, this one seems to work. I'll try. ”

According to Victoria, it's a "perfect sword" that cuts through anything you really want to cut. Caesar used to cut people with it, but Shang Luo

Shang Luo still has no way to send out the idea of killing "people". After all, he didn't have any enemies, and he didn't really want to kill any of his brothers.

But bamboo is different. For Fufu's dinner, it's nothing to kill the bamboo. After all, bamboo is the kind of herb that doesn't have a few yuan bits even if it becomes tar.

He took out Huang's Death from the sword book, and then took the furoshiki back. He took the hilt of his sword in a circle, quite handy. The sword didn't feel like he had just gotten his hands on it, but rather like he had been using it for years.

(End of chapter)