Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 438 Look, hear, ask, is there such a move?
Rewu chuckled, looking at the astonishment on Wang Duoyu and Ban Liangjin's faces.

"Don't you know? This is my unique skill!"

"This sand, the sand and soil in the desert have a smell, different sands have different tastes, you can't smell it!"

"I can smell it. There's something under the sand and soil. Just smell it."

"When our archaeological team encountered a black storm, it was through this nose that we could smell the location of the water source and find the oasis. Everyone survived."

"My nose is very good!"

Rewu felt proud for a while.

The treasure friends blinked and became even more stupid.

Is this kind of nose and sense of smell really human beings?Should this hot dog be renamed Hot Dog?

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ning Fan shook his head.

"Look and ask, this is Wentu's method, not many people understand it now, you are very good."

Ning Fan nodded.

Rewu was delighted.

"That's right, I'll just say it. Expert Ning must know it. It's not like they say it's a dog's nose."

"Dogs don't have such sensitive noses."

Rewu didn't finish his sentence, when he heard Ning Fan's words, he froze in place, not knowing what to do for a while.

This doesn't sound like a compliment at all.

"Don't worry, I'm telling the truth."

Ning Fan saw his expression and smiled.

"The technology of your lineage, the nose you have trained is indeed better than a dog."

Ning Fan spoke sincerely.

Rewu just nodded and didn't think much about it.

After thinking about it, thinking that my problem has not been solved, I grabbed a handful of sand and sniffed it vigorously a few times.

"Here, no, there is no smell!"

"I've been here before, and there's a smell in it."

Rewu pointed to the ruins on the side.

The treasure friends all wondered.

They are really curious about what the taste of yellow sand is like!
Wang Duoyu asked instead of Bao friends.

"You don't understand, you can't say it."

Rewu waved his hand and didn't want to say it, but Wang Duoyu persisted.

"That's the smell, the smell in the soil, it's different from the soil, %&*@#..."

Rewu has already started to speak Anxi's language in a hurry.

The treasure friends sighed, a little disappointed.

It seems that I can't tell.

Rewu felt that he had made it clear, but they had no idea what it meant.

"I will study again in the future!"

"I feel like I'm hopeless."

"I can't learn it when I see it for the first time, and I can't even listen to it. It's hard."

There were several emotions in the barrage.

Ning Fan said slowly.

"What Rewu said is not wrong, but the taste of the soil is different."

"You have never been exposed to these things, and you don't understand after talking about them, but there is a simple way."

"what?"

The treasure friends became suspicious.

"Find a piece of white paper, then find a piece of cardboard, and smell it carefully."

"that's it?"

Everyone couldn't believe that this technique that made Master Ning say a word, could be reproduced with such a simple process?

Many people began to find things to experiment according to this requirement.

Close your eyes and sniff the paper in front of you.

For a long while, unable to give up.

No matter how they smelled it, they couldn't smell any difference.

"Is this really possible?"

Some Baoyou began to suspect that it was Ning Fan who fooled them.

"It smells!"

At this time, a message in the live broadcast room attracted everyone's attention.

Shen Pingqiu!
Seeing this big guy, the corners of Baoyou's mouths twitched, feeling a little unbelievable.

When did the Painting and Calligraphy Association start to smell paper?There is no such process for choosing rice paper, right?
"President Shen, the taste of rice paper is different from that of paper. Could it be that you smelled the smell when it was made?"

"Master Ning is talking about A4 paper and cardboard, these two are basically tasteless."

The barrage reminded one after another.

Shen Pingqiu nodded, thanking Baoyou for reminding him.

"You misunderstood. What Master Ning said was not the smell of paper, but the smell of paper."

"..."

The treasure friends frowned, very puzzled.

Taste and smell, these two words, if they understand correctly, should have the same meaning, right?

"Different."

Shen Pingqiu thought for a while, and gave an example.

"The tomato scrambled eggs made by your mother and the restaurant may taste the same, but the smell is different."

Everyone froze, frowning, and fell silent.

If so, they seem to really understand.

The taste may be the same, but the one at home has a sense of intimacy that is not there outside.

You can really ask if you smell it.

"so?"

The treasure friends looked at the screen hesitantly.

"Do one line, love one line, you only pay attention to the food, so you can only smell the food."

"Rewu likes archaeology, so I can smell the difference between soil and sand. There is no comparison."

Ning Fan paused for a few seconds and continued.

"In the ancient archaeological method of piracy... this line belongs to the Wenzi Jue, which has very strict requirements."

"Since I was young, I can't touch too many smelly things, I can't eat or drink spicy food, and I can't live in a smelly place."

"Start smelling various things at the age of three or four, and can distinguish hundreds of items by the age of six or seven. At this time, let them stay with the antiques that have just been dug up, so that they can get used to the smell."

"After a few years, people of this vein can easily tell what's under the soil layer based on the smell of the soil."

Ning Fan squeezed a handful of sand, let go of his hand slowly, watched the sand slip away from his fingertips without leaving a trace, and asked Baoyou what he saw.

"If you can't hold the sand, how about raising it?"

"A wandering man is like a grain of sand, if he doesn't go into the sea, he won't go home?"

"You said that fate is like the sand between your fingers and you can't hold it and let it go?"

Danmaku Baoyou frantically played tricks, only a few people saw Ning Fan's intentions.

"Master Ning wants to say, the sand here is too soft?"

"Ah."

Ning Fan nodded.

"Desert sand and sea sand are formed for different reasons, so the characteristics of the usual conditions are also different."

"The ruins just now are only [-] meters away from here, and the sand is completely different. If the terrain below is the same, it is absolutely impossible."

Everyone didn't feel anything, but Rewu became excited.

Without talking to others, I ran directly to another site.

I drilled a hole, grabbed the deep sand and brought it to the nose.

"It's different, that's right, Expert Ning really has a good eye!"

Everyone looked at the picture in front of them with some doubts.

Rewu's hand gesture seems to be reversed?

"No."

Ning Fan shook his head.

"There is nothing below, the explanation is correct."

The treasure friends don't understand what's going on, it's not that the palace is below, so there's nothing there.

"The sand here has a smell of pottery, but there is no such thing here, but the sand is wrong!"

"It means that these sands are not the original ones here, but someone specially transported them here."

"???"

Friends are stupid, can you smell this?
"can!"

When it comes to his expertise, Rewu is very proud.

"The sand in each place has the taste of each place. If the distance is so close, if the sand on the two sides is at the same depth, it will have the same taste."

"But it's different now, there must be a problem!"

(End of this chapter)