Who is not Cao Cao?

Chapter 42 Textiles, serious
After Zhao Yun stopped looking for life and death, He Yan threw him among the two hundred households who moved here, and asked him to find dozens of capable men.

As for He Yan, naturally he was still thinking about making money.

After all, right now I have a three-year-old child to raise...

He Yan stared at Deng Ai's moving eyes: "Call me dad!"

"Aba Aba!"

"You are stuttering, not dumb!"

Deng Ai's child is obviously rebellious by nature, as soon as He Yan asked him to call him father, he and He Yan pretended to be fools, completely acting like they were not good at anything.

He picked up Deng Ai and lifted him high into the air. He wanted to scare him, but Deng Ai didn't show any fear on his face. Instead, he stared happily with his legs.

"It's still a child after all."

Seeing Deng Ai having fun, He Yan temporarily put the title of "Father" behind him, and held him to play around in the courtyard, watching Deng's mother with sweaty palms.

"Would you like to have some fun?"

He Yan also got excited, and ordered someone to throw a rope from the other side of the eaves, and then He Yan held one side and tied it around Deng Ai's waist.

"Young Master He!"

Seeing the situation, Deng's mother finally couldn't hold back, and wanted to stop He Yan.

"Mother, mother, no, it's all right."

Deng Ai finally stopped pretending to be dumb, and shouted to Deng's mother that he could fly higher.

"rest assured."

He Yan is not without protective measures. Not only did he carry the soft mattress and put it under Deng Ai, but he also stood underneath to prepare for all kinds of accidents to happen at any time.

"Mr. Deng Xiaolang! Get ready, we are going to pull!"

The servants in Bian Bing's mansion are usually not active in their work, but now they are very active when they are fishing with He Yan. It is obvious that they are only pulling a child, but there are more than a dozen people standing at the other end of the rope and slowly pulling Deng Ai up.

Half a foot, three feet, gradually, Deng Ai was getting close to the eaves, and he was already a foot high from the ground.

"It's okay! It's okay!"

Deng's mother called out worriedly, but both He Yan and Deng Ai, who was at a high altitude, obviously selectively filtered her calling.

Deng Ai spread his limbs in the air, allowing his body to float in the air, as if he was really flying unrestrained.

He Yan made a gesture to the servant, and everyone immediately understood it.

Seeing everyone loosen the rope together, Deng Ai's figure immediately fell rapidly.

"Ai!"

Before Deng's mother's voice could reach Deng Ai's ears, all the servants tightened the rope again, which made Deng Ai very excited.

"Giggle."

Although Deng Ai was frightened in the air, he still laughed foolishly.

But this time Deng's mother said nothing to let He Yan play with Deng Ai anymore, and hurried up to untie the rope tied to Deng Ai's body, and looked at He Yan sadly.

"Good, good, fun!"

Deng Ai was still restless in Deng's mother's arms, struggling to reach the rope with both hands, wanting to go to the sky again.

"Ai!"

Seeing that Deng's mother would be really angry, Deng Ai, who had always been afraid of her mother, gave up, but her eyes were still fixed on the rope hanging in mid-air.

Seeing that Deng Ai stopped playing, all the family members knew that their fishing time was coming to an end, so they also took back the rope in dismay.

"He, what..."

Deng Ai suddenly grabbed He Yan's sleeve, pointed at the gradually rising rope, and pointed at the servants.

"Why, why, why, everyone pulls flat, but, but, but the rope, the rope, goes up, up?"

Although Deng Ai stuttered, he expressed it very clearly, and He Yan understood it as soon as he heard it.

"Why is the rope going upwards even though it is pulled horizontally?"

Adults generally don't ask this question.

After all, this is just common sense. Since it is common sense, it would be ridiculous to ask how much it is.

Only a child like Deng Ai would ask such a seemingly "stupid" question.

When Mother Deng heard Deng Ai's question, she really gave the answer that an adult would give: "It's all a rope, one side is shorter and the other side is longer, don't you understand the truth?"

"Just like what some gentlemen said, the moon waxes and wanes. If there is a deficit here, there will be a surplus there. There is nothing like this in life."

There was great doubt in Deng Ai's small eyes, but he still half understood and said: "Ai, Ai, Ai understands."

"Cough cough."

He Yan who was on the side couldn't bear it any longer, coughing lightly interrupted Deng's mother's education to Deng Ai's questions.

"It is not necessary to realize 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 hand.

"Ai, use your strength now."

Deng Ai pulled the hemp rope, He Yan also let go appropriately, letting the rope move towards Deng Ai.

"Although you are pulling the rope flat now, did I fly into the sky?"

Of course not, He Yan's feet were still firmly on the ground, without any sign of ascension.

Deng Ai was also lost in thought. After a while, he pointed to the eaves where the rope passed through.

"That's right! Aiguo is really smart."

Take up the rope and wrap another section around your finger.

"This is a simple fixed pulley model."

"Under 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 rope was always upward.

"Woo~"

The two of them were pointing at a simple thing like fools, and He Yan responded to Deng Ai's question.

"In addition to fixed pulleys that can change the direction of force, there is also something called a moving pulley that can save effort. You can even combine them!"

He Yan stroked Deng Ai, who had a thick head and a thick head: "This is just a skill to use 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 morality, regulate one's family, rule the country and the world.

The eight items of Confucianism are originally intended to be good, but the ghost knows why they are directly crooked from the root, and a rope problem can be related to life...

"Woo~"

Deng Ai was holding the rope by himself, wrapping it around his hands for a while, and hanging down on the ground for a while, he didn't know what to think about in his little head.

"He, what."

Holding the rope, Deng Ai asked suddenly: "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 dad, I'll tell you if I call you dad!"

Deng Ai: "..."

He put away the rope with great ambition, and dragged it back into the house with great effort, obviously wanting to figure this out for himself.

"This kid."

He Yan looked at the direction Deng Ai was going back to, then at the eaves, and clapped his hands together: "This kid really reminded me!"

Holding Deng's mother's hand, He Yan asked, "Can you weave?"

When Deng's mother heard her cheeks flush, she quietly leaned into He Yan's ear: "Here, is this a new knowledge?"

"..."

Weaving!
The serious one!

He Yan sighed, the young woman's thoughts are really hard to figure out...

(End of this chapter)