Robot (First Update)

Who was the earliest carpenter in human history? It certainly wasn't Lu Ban, but most carpenters regard Lu Ban as their patron saint.

Liu Chang'an is not a professional carpenter, nor does he consider Lu Ban to be his ancestor. However, he still admires Lu Ban for his talent. This admiration is not related to the so-called craftsmanship spirit, but rather to his spirit of creation, invention, and innovation. Although many of his inventions have been replaced by more advanced alternatives, Liu Chang'an remembers that just twenty or thirty years ago, carpenters who used Lu Ban's inventions, such as carpenters, carpenters, carpenters, and carpenters, were still very active.

The carpentry profession is not currently thriving, and there is little opportunity to promote the spirit of craftsmanship. Some carpenters are even less successful than pot makers or knife makers. As 3D printing becomes more widespread in the future, the various carving techniques that carpenters have painstakingly mastered over many years will naturally be forgotten due to the popularization of technology.

In fact, many exquisite wood carvings are no longer done by craftsmen.

Similarly, there's paper cutting. Many intricate paper cutting crafts can only be made by a handful of people nationwide. But for machines, a primary school student can learn to operate them in three minutes, input the blueprint data, and even a product ten times more complex can be made.

The term "primary school student" doesn't include Zhou Dongdong, since she's only a prospective primary school student, and a bit particularly slow-witted. What others can learn in three minutes might take her...

In general, all technological innovations are about overtaking others by taking a shortcut. Therefore, to surpass a country that holds the authority and standards of old technologies, one must strive to make great strides in areas where new standards can be established. Otherwise, one will forever remain a follower.

For example, the India are very clever: while others are building aircraft carriers, we can develop Star Destroyers first.

Liu Chang'an continued using a handsaw and plane, taking his time to do the repairs meticulously. He could have bought a new table for a few dozen yuan, but that seemed pointless. Zhou Dongdong's goal wasn't a new table, but a repaired old one... So this small incident reveals that modern humans weren't created with logic as their core principle, or perhaps the assembly line that manufactured humans added a reaction system beyond Liu Chang'an's comprehension.

"Zhou Dongdong, are you a robot?" Liu Chang'an looked at the child next to him who was touching things here and there, trying to help but actually just causing trouble.

"I am! I am! I am!"

"Then I'll turn off your power."

"No!"

"Click, it's off."

"I opened it by myself again!"

What kind of robot are you?

"That's just the kind of robot I am."

This robot is really annoying. Liu Chang'an was about to paint it when he carried the robot to sit under the sycamore tree and told it that it would get something good to eat if it behaved. The robot, which was not very obedient, finally behaved.

After Liu Chang'an finished painting, he didn't hang the table on the tree, but instead placed it on the roof of the carriage for ventilation.

Zhou Dongdong was still sitting by the puddle, feeding the loaches with tofu residue, when she asked Liu Chang'an, "Brother Chang'an, will it thunder today?"

"No." Liu Chang'an glanced at the weather and shook his head.

Zhou Dongdong looked at the loach in the puddle with great relief, then pursed her lips.

Liu Chang'an also took a look at the loaches. Zhou Dongdong was very diligent in feeding the loaches, and they had all grown plump and round. He hadn't sent Shangguan Dandan any more chickens since he got his college entrance exam results, and more than a month had passed, yet Shangguan Dandan showed no signs of discomfort.

Could it be that after she regained consciousness, absorbing vital energy and blood became unnecessary for her?

"I'll throw another hen in to experiment tomorrow," Liu Chang'an thought. Then he turned his head and saw the setting sun shrouding a familiar face. Xin Qiji's poem floated into his mind in an instant. He slept soundly most of the time and never searched for her a thousand times in his dreams. But when he suddenly looked back, that person finally crossed a hundred years and walked gracefully towards him.

A few pebbles fell into the puddle under Liu Chang'an's feet, causing the loaches to thrash about. Thinking they were bean curd scraps left by Zhou Dongdong, Liu Chang'an looked down and saw that the water's surface under the shade of the tree did not reflect light strongly, so it wasn't just his eyes playing tricks on him.

But she had already passed away. Her remains were only found and reburied after the founding of the People's Republic of China. No one can be resurrected. Time travel is ultimately a privilege reserved for future humans. The beautiful woman from a hundred years ago was no different from countless ill-fated beauties in history. She was like a fleeting flower, a ripple in the long river of time. Then the river continued to flow, and the ripples remained only in memory, whether remembered or forgotten.

"Jin... er..."

Liu Chang'an parted his lips slightly, uttering a barely audible sound from his throat. He slowly raised his eyelids, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it on his face.

What are you doing?

The familiar voice, though cool, carried a softness quite different from when she was with close friends, with a hint of smugness and teasing, as if she couldn't help but chuckle.

Liu Chang'an snapped out of his daze, a smile appearing on his face. He didn't turn around, but simply looked at the sycamore tree in front of him, then raised his sleeve to wipe his cheek.

It's Qin Yanan, not Ye Sijin.

Zhou Dongdong scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face. It wasn't fun at all. Then, she asked in confusion, "What was Brother Chang'an doing just now?"

"Zhou Dongdong, why are you copying him again?" Qin Yanan quickened her pace a little. It was really strange to see the two of them, one big and one small, squatting by the mud puddle, splashing water on their faces.

Liu Chang'an's reaction just now must have been a misunderstanding that she was Ye Sijin, which made Qin Yanan even more suspicious. However, this was exactly the effect she wanted. Qin Yanan was certain that even if Liu Chang'an saw An Nuan in a cheongsam, he wouldn't be as distracted as he was just now.

"I thought it would be a lot of fun!" Zhou Dongdong said disappointedly.

Qin Yanan couldn't understand Zhou Dongdong's thought process. This water wasn't clean, and neither of them seemed to have normal brains.

"You're back." Liu Chang'an turned around, revealing his usual gentle and ordinary smile as he looked at Qin Yanan was wearing the custom-made cheongsam from "Explanation".

Qin Yanan was one of the very few young women Liu Chang'an knew who didn't have bangs. The other one was Liu Yuewang. Girls of An Nuan Zhu Juntang's age naturally liked the look of bangs, and the Third Mistress had seen her with bangs several times.

Bangs are very important for girls. Many girls especially hate it when others touch their bangs because it makes them look completely different, or even makes them panic, afraid that they will show a different and ugly appearance in front of others and become someone else.

It's not that girls who look good with bangs will necessarily look bad if they pull their bangs back; it's just that many girls feel that if they don't cover their foreheads, their foreheads will look out of place with their small faces.