After Zhao Yun stopped looking for life and death, He Yan threw him among the two hundred relocated households and asked him to find dozens of skilled men on his own.
As for He Yan, naturally he is still thinking about making money.
After all, I already have a three-year-old child to raise...
He Yan stared at Deng Ai's smart eyes: "Call me daddy!"
"Abba Abba!"
"You stutter, but you are not mute!"
Deng Ai is obviously a rebellious child by nature. As soon as He Yan asked him to call him daddy, he and He Yan pretended to be stupid, completely indifferent.
He picked up Deng Ai and lifted him high into the air. He originally wanted to scare him, but unexpectedly there was no look of fear on Deng Ai's face. Instead, his legs widened with joy.
"He is still a child after all."
Seeing that Deng Ai was having so much fun, He Yan temporarily put aside the title of "father" and carried him around in the courtyard while watching Deng Ai's mother's palms sweating.
"Want to play something more exciting?"
He Yan also became interested and ordered someone to throw a rope over from the other side of the eaves. He Yan then held one side and tied it around Deng Ai's waist.
"Master He!"
Seeing this situation, Deng's mother finally couldn't help it anymore and spoke out to stop He Yan.
"Mother, mother, no, it's okay."
Deng Ai finally stopped pretending to be dumb and shouted to Deng's mother that he could fly higher.
"rest assured."
He Yan was not without protective measures. He not only brought a soft mattress and placed it under Deng Ai, but he also stood underneath to prepare for various unexpected situations.
"Deng Xiaolang! Get ready, we are about to pull!"
The servants in Bian Bing's house were usually not active in their work, but they were particularly active when they were fishing with He Yan. Although they were just pulling a child, there were more than a dozen people standing at the other end of the rope to slowly pull Deng Ai up.
Half a foot, three feet, gradually, Deng Ai was almost close to the eaves, and it was already ten feet high from the ground.
"That's it! That's it!"
Mother Deng shouted worriedly, but both He Yan and Deng Ai, who was high up in the sky, obviously selectively filtered her calls.
Deng Ai spread his limbs in the air and let his body float in the air, as if he was flying freely.
He Yan made a gesture to the servants, and everyone understood it immediately.
Everyone let go of the rope, and Deng Ai's figure immediately fell rapidly.
"Ai!"
Before Mother Deng's voice could reach Deng Ai's ears, the servants tightened the rope again, which made Deng Ai particularly excited.
"Giggle."
Although Deng Ai was frightened in the air, he still felt silly and happy.
But this time Mother Deng said she would not let He Yan play with Deng Ai anymore. She quickly went up to untie the rope tied to Deng Ai and looked at He Yan sadly.
"Okay, okay, fun!"
Deng Ai was still restless in Mother Deng's arms. He struggled to reach the rope with both hands, hoping to go up to the sky again.
"Ai!"
Seeing that Deng's mother was really angry, Deng Ai, who had always been afraid of his mother, gave up, but kept staring at the rope hanging in mid-air.
When the servants saw that Deng Ai was no longer playing, they knew that their fishing time was coming to an end, so they took back the rope half-heartedly.
"He, he..."
Deng Ai suddenly grabbed He Yan's sleeve, pointed at the rope that was gradually rising, and then pointed at the servants.
"Why, why, why is everyone pulling flat, but, but, but the rope, the rope, is going up, up?"
Although Deng Ai stuttered, his expression was very clear, and He Yan understood it as soon as he heard it.
"Why is the rope pointing upward when it is clearly pulled flat?"
This question is generally not raised by adults.
After all, this is just common sense. Since it is common sense, asking it will make people laugh.
Only a child like Deng Ai would ask such a seemingly "stupid" question.
When Deng's mother heard Deng Ai's question, she really gave the answer that an adult would give: "It's all the same rope. If it's shorter here, it's longer there. Don't you understand this?"
"Just like what some gentlemen said, the moon waxes and wanes. If there is a loss here, there will be a gain there. This is the same as a human being."
Deng Ai's small eyes were full of doubts, but he still said vaguely: "Ai, Ai, Ai understands."
"Ahem."
He Yan, who was standing by, couldn't bear it any longer and coughed slightly, interrupting Deng's mother's education in answering Deng Ai's questions.
"It is not necessary to understand the truth of life from a rope..."
He Yan asked someone to bring the rope over, gave one end to Deng Ai, and held the other end in his own hand.
"Ai, use your strength now."
Deng Ai pulled the hemp rope, and He Yan let go appropriately, letting the rope move in the direction of Deng Ai.
"Now you are holding the rope flat, but am I flying into the sky?"
Of course, this was not the case. He Yan's feet were still firmly planted on the ground, with no signs of ascending.
Deng Ai was also lost in thought. After a moment, he pointed to the eaves where the rope had just been passed.
"That's right! Ai Guo is really smart."
Gather the rope and wrap another length around your finger.
"This is a simple fixed pulley model."
"With the action of this small fulcrum, the direction of the force can be changed."
He Yan pulled the rope from all directions, but the other section of the rope always pointed upward.
"Woo~"
The two of them were pointing at a simple thing like fools, and He Yan responded to Deng Ai's questions.
"In addition to fixed pulleys that can change the direction of force, there is also something called a movable pulley that can save effort. You can even combine the two!"
He Yan touched the tiger-like Deng Ai: "This is just a technique that uses the laws of nature. It has nothing to do with life. Just understand this."
Investigate things to gain knowledge, be sincere and upright, cultivate one's moral character, manage one's family, govern the country and bring peace to the world.
The eight points of Confucianism have good intentions, but I don’t know why they are completely crooked from the root. Even a rope problem has something to do with life...
"Woo~"
Deng Ai was holding the rope alone, and sometimes it was wrapped around his hand, and sometimes it was hanging on the ground. He didn't know what to think in his little head.
"He, he."
Deng Ai took the rope and suddenly asked: "Then why if the rope is loosened, it will only fall to the ground instead of flying into the sky?"
Another "stupid" question...
He Yan smiled mysteriously: "Call me daddy. If you call me daddy, I will tell you!"
Deng Ai: "..."
He put away the rope with great ambition and dragged it back into the house with great effort, obviously wanting to figure out the problem on his own.
"This boy."
He Yan looked at the direction Deng Ai was going back, then at the eaves, and clapped his hands fiercely: "This guy really reminded me!"
Holding Deng's mother's hand, He Yan asked, "Can you weave?"
Upon hearing this, Mother Deng's cheeks turned red and she quietly leaned into He Yan's ear: "This, is this some new knowledge?"
"..."
Weave!
The serious kind!
He Yan sighed, the young woman's thoughts were really hard to figure out...