Chapter 158 Frost leaves are red in February flowers
The color of leaves and the color of sunlight are actually a composite color.
For leaves, in spring and summer, green dominates the scene, but in autumn and winter, the green chlorophyll retreats from the leaves in a large area, and then other components that have been suppressed can finally show their colors.
This is why leaves change from green to yellow, red, brown and other colors.
But let’s not say whether Old Man Gan knew the reason. Even if he knew, he wouldn’t be able to give such an answer.
It's like when your mother asks you why your face is swollen when you come home from elementary school. You reply, "The swelling is because the area has been slapped hard, and it is swollen due to factors such as subcutaneous bleeding and the emergency response of the blood."
Your mother may not be satisfied with your answer, even though it is very "academic".
She'll probably grab a broom and give your butt a hard slap, causing subcutaneous bleeding and an emergency reaction.
Not only that, she may also hit and chase you, then grab one or both of your earlobes, and then rotate them 360 degrees, causing your earlobes to have the same emergency response.
The picture was simply picturesque.
Therefore, Gan Cong's answer was: "Oh, it's getting cold, and these leaves are getting old. Xiaolingzi, it's better to be young!"
Tsk!
Tsk!
Just by looking at this answer, I know that you old man is extremely lacking in academic sensitivity. Compared with my teacher, you are obviously far behind!
However, Xu Guangling sneered at the fact that it was going to be cold in his words.
When people here say it's cold, it's probably like London in a previous life, where summer temperatures were only over 20 degrees, and high temperature warnings and reminders were issued.
"We solemnly remind the general public that the temperature in the city today may be as high as 26 degrees, or even approach 28 degrees. If you need to travel, please bring water and related medicines to prevent heat stroke."
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If Gan Cong's answer was a little more extreme, Xu Guangling would take on the identity of "the great master of medicine" and then stand on the level of a great master and explain to him why leaves turn yellow.
Then, from the object to the person, he explained to him what was going on in Old Man Gan's own body.
Since this is the answer now, then forget it.
However, Old Man Gan was quite conscientious. When he said this, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I forgot, Xiao Lingzi, you haven't started practicing yet, you will be afraid of the cold!"
Then the daily routine of this day became Gan Congshi leading Xu Guangling around the Yaowang Valley. The goal was to find dry or semi-dry trees, then dig out roots and take sections, etc., to reserve materials for use in the near future.
Post combustion for heating.
See, this is actually the reason why Xu Guangling taught the old man the "Wood Pan Sutra".
Well, or one of the reasons.
The fire was raised on the same day, and Xu Guangling cooked a delicious Yaowang Valley version of "Beggar's Chicken" for the old man.
At first, when Xu Guangling cooked and used various medicinal materials and food combinations, Old Man Gan was still very interested and would ask questions when he didn't understand something. Then when he was eating, he would comment and praise at any time.
"Xiao Lingzi, the use of bitter vine here is perfect!"
"Well, the taste of this ingredient is a bit strange, hey, it seems to be pretty good..."
Then he asked Xu Guangling why he matched them so well and so on.
However, as time goes by, the old man's interest in eating has become higher and higher, and he has gradually become a gourmand by Xu Guangling. However, his interest in asking has become less and less. Until now, he almost doesn't ask and just eats.
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In other words, he has basically given up his self-esteem as a pharmacist and completely degenerated into a pure foodie.
As for why he gave up, the reason is actually very simple, because Xu Guangling said many combinations, but he couldn't understand them. There were many more, and Xu Guangling replied, "Ah, I just randomly matched them, just messing around.
It seems pretty good.”
Why is this called the Gan Cong Style?
Xu Guangling certainly wasn't hiding anything.
Rather, many combinations, or combinations, can only be understood by standing at the level of a great master.
Just like a dish that contains both salt and sugar, people who don't know how to cook will ask, "Isn't this an obvious contradiction?"
People who can cook will understand that salt and sugar each have their own use, and there is no "self-contradiction" between them.
From Xu Guangling's level, when he puts sugar in a dish, it is possible that he does not use it to make it sweet, but just uses it to react with another ingredient to produce a tasteless substance, and then the liquid substance penetrates into the dish.
Add the main ingredients to make it soft and moist.
And so on.
Those "eighteen bends on the mountain road" combinations, and the way in which many combinations are combined into one dish but influence each other to form a wonderful balance, are naturally not something that a mere old man Gan can understand.
If you don't explain it, it will make them think it's just a unique idea.
If he really explains it, and explains it in depth, the old man will feel desperate, or at least have great doubts about his own level as a pharmacist.
That is naturally not what Xu Guangling wants to see.
This kind of "dimensionality reduction strike" is a multi-dimensional joint dimensionality reduction strike from different dimensions at the same time. It's better not to let the old man deal with it. Just squat in the corner with your head in your hands. If you really want to stand up, it will take less than a millisecond.
They will be beaten by heavy rain, and then their nose will be bruised, their face will be swollen, and their skin will be left intact.
The days in Yaowang Valley are peaceful and fulfilling.
Especially for Gan Congshi, it is not only fulfilling, but also so full that it is almost swollen, just like a student whose grades are in the middle of the pack and who is in the sprint stage of his senior year in high school.
Xu Guangling, on the one hand, he has an old man to communicate with, and on the other hand, the vast knowledge collected in his previous life is enough for him to read and analyze, so his life is also rich.
However, despite being rich, Xu Guangling still has a little regret.
The experimental materials are still a bit lacking.
There are only three, and one of the three is still in the germ culture stage and is of no use at all.
Although he said he was not in a hurry, he really was not in a hurry at all, but this low efficiency still made Xu Guangling instinctively feel a small regret.——
This kind of efficiency is really too low, so low that it is appallingly low.
But there was no better way for a while.
His age, reflected in his external interactions, has always been a shortcoming, and this shortcoming cannot even be solved in ten or twenty years, unless he keeps focusing on his "little friends".
Therefore, you have to live in seclusion in this Yaowang Valley, "hide yourself in the valley" for fifty or a hundred years?
like.
Well.
It always feels like a waste of time.
Even if he is an "exiled immortal" and doesn't care about the waste of these decades, this kind of unnecessary waiting and detours are too unnecessary, right?
After dinner, lying on his back on the big rock, blowing the gentle mountain breeze, looking at the starry sky that was much brighter than in his previous life, Xu Guangling thought about this question, and then, suddenly, he was stunned.
Because many stars suddenly appeared in the sea of consciousness, appearing out of nothing, as if the real starry sky outside was moved into the sea of consciousness.
And then, those bright stars all split apart silently, and lines of light and electricity poured out from those stars, covering his entire sea of consciousness like flowing water, and then formed a...mirror.
Brilliant, crystal clear, glowing with green light.
Countless flowing clouds flashed across the entire mirror surface, and Xu Guangling was unable to capture that speed even in his own sea of consciousness.
The green light of the mirror continued to expand and contract and flicker during this process.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like just a moment, or it seemed like a long time, the flowing clouds finally stopped sliding, the green light finally stopped flickering, and a few words appeared on the mirror as clear and quiet as a lake of autumn water: