bayedsolid Chapter 56 Practice to 100 Steps
Chapter 56 Practice to 100 Steps
The three people closest to the earthenware pot barely showed their expressions before Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin immediately reacted, took a deep breath, and leaped up, quickly moving away from the center of the explosion.
Wen Chengjian held Wen Wen with one hand and Wen Qikang with the other, trying to speed up the process while also listening to their unreasonable demands.
They hadn't run far when Wenwen asked him, "Big brother, put me down, I'll run by myself, okay?"
After hearing this, Wen Chengjian grabbed her arm and resolutely refused, "No."
Wen Qikang was even more outrageous. His hand was grabbed and pulled forward, while his body and head kept turning back. He kept making demands, "Hey, hey, Dalang, run to the left. The branches are blocking my view, and I can't see the pot anymore. It's really, hey, hey, run a little more to the left."
Upon hearing this, Wenwen thought, "Third Uncle really knows how to enjoy life. He doesn't have to run around with someone to take him around, and he can watch the live broadcast later. It's a wise choice."
She followed suit, occasionally directing Wen Chengjian, "Big brother, big brother, a little to the left, hey, a little to the right, hey, too much, back a little..."
Wen Chengjian was completely disoriented by their commands. Their left side wasn't his left side either. He was on the verge of a breakdown, gritting his teeth as he complied with their demands and ran a winding, circuitous route.
This left Wen Chengbin, who was standing next to him, completely bewildered. Fortunately, Wen Chengfeng, whose collar had been grabbed, remained quiet and made no demands, which didn't stop him from following along with the curves.
The reason Wen Chengfeng didn't make any demands was because he had found a good support for himself. Wen Chengbin grabbed his collar from behind, and he turned around and hugged Wen Chengbin's arms with both hands. This way, he could adjust the angle left and right, and no matter which route Wen Chengbin took, it didn't delay his view of the explosion site at all.
Wen Chengjian used all his strength and speed to carry the two far away from the blast radius. When they reached a grassy area, he showed no mercy and let go, causing them to fall to the ground at the same time.
Even so, the two of them still kept looking back at the scene.
Wen Chengjian arrived a step too late and threw Wen Chengfeng to the ground.
At the same time, a loud "bang" rang out from the center of the explosion, shaking the forest and startling nearby birds and animals into scattering in all directions. The branches in the forest also trembled violently with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound.
The group looked together toward the center of the explosion.
Two mushroom clouds rapidly rose from the center, swirling up the surrounding grass and soil, and the smoke and dust lingered for a long time.
Unable to see what was ahead, the group could only wait for the dust to clear.
Taking the opportunity, Wen Chengbin asked the question that had been bothering him, "Brother, why didn't you run in a straight line just now? You kept going left and right. What's the reason for that?"
Wen Chengjian glanced at Wenwen and Wen Qikang and said helplessly, "What reason could there be? The team is too disorganized and difficult to manage."
Wenwen and Wenqikang looked at each other, lowered their heads to suppress their laughter, and neither of them dared to speak loudly.
Wen Chengbin is the type who won't give up until he gets to the bottom of things. "What team is hard to lead? I'm very obedient. If you tell me to run, I'll run. I'll carry it out to the end."
"Yes, you still insist on asking to the end. You're such a worry!"
Wen Chengjian retorted, feeling frustrated. One was an elder, the other his own sister; who could he argue with? He still had to pay the bill as usual, and he had to manage his own mood.
Soon, as the smoke and dust cleared and the blast radius became clear, Wen Chengjian hurried over.
"Use your 'Shedding Shell Technique' to get through, Second Brother, cover the rear."
Several people followed behind Wen Chengjian, trying out the few steps of the technique they had learned that day.
As Wenwen ran, she kept arguing with Wen Chengjian, "Big brother, look, I'm already very familiar with these steps. Next time, I'll run by myself. I'm confident I can run far."
Wen Chengjian said without hesitation, "No, practice some more. A solid foundation is very important; we can't rush things."
Wenwen thought to herself, "How can I not be anxious? The sooner I can enjoy it, the sooner I can." She asked, "Big brother, how far do I need to practice before I can start?"
"Practice until you can take 100 steps."
"Huh, 100 steps?"
Wenwen was instantly deflated. How long would this training take? Her mind went blank for a moment. In a fit of anger, she used brute force and actually surpassed Wenchengjian, taking a few steps forward first.
Wen Chengjian stared in astonishment at Wen Wen in front of him. He was once again amazed by Wen Wen's talent for martial arts, which had already shown signs of catching up in such a short time.
He composed himself and hurried over.
The group quickly reached the center of the explosion.
The place was devastated, with only a few intact trees, broken roots and branches everywhere, the turf completely overturned, and rubble scattered all over the ground.
It is evident that the power of the two earthenware pots should not be underestimated, given their immense destructive force.
Wenwen followed her thoughts and wandered around, observing carefully.
The two new dents that appeared in front of the stove were noticeably shallower than the previous ones.
The newly broken trees near the pit appear to be shorter than they were at the point of breakage.
There are still some weeds scattered on the grass around the pit that was affected.
This is the power of two canisters. If it were a single canister, the explosive effect would be halved, which means that the power of a single canister has decreased this time.
Does a decrease in potency mean less drug efficacy is leaking out, or in other words, that the drug efficacy is preserved more properly?
Wenwen believes that in a group of three, there is bound to be someone I can learn from.
She shared all her findings and ideas with everyone, hoping that by pooling their wisdom, they could eventually come up with a solution.
"Third Uncle, what do you think?"
Wen Qikang looked as if he had just realized something, "According to the principle of halving, if the sound of the explosion was halved, doesn't that further illustrate that the power was much smaller? Is that the logic?"
Wen Chengbin was the first to agree, "Third Uncle is right, I think he's right."
Wen Chengjian presented his discovery: "The nearby rubble is slightly larger and doesn't seem as fragmented as before. Perhaps the power could be halved and made into larger pieces."
Wenwen looked at Wen Chengfeng one last time, hoping that her fourth brother would take an unconventional approach.
Wen Chengfeng turned to look at everyone, touched his nose, and said confidently, "To see the effect of the medicine, we have to take it to know, right? Let's find some dregs for Second Uncle to take back and try."
Wow, this kid really dares to think big. He's like a newborn calf that's not afraid of a tiger, proposing a difficult path.
It's been fried to such a terrible state, where are we supposed to find any medicinal residue? That's just wishful thinking.
After thinking about it carefully, Wenwen realized that this was a new path, at least the general direction was correct.
"How about we look for it?"
Wen Qikang thought for a moment and then made the final decision, "Let's give it a try. Before it gets dark, everyone should split up and search carefully."
The group immediately split up, each heading in a different direction, heads down, searching inch by inch.
Time passed slowly, and the setting sun painted the horizon red.
A shout from Wen Chengfeng suddenly rang out from about ten feet away from the center of the explosion.
"Hey, we've found something here! Quick, come quick!"
Several people asked in unison, "What?"
Wen Chengfeng's tone was excited: "Tiles, broken tiles."
The group of people rushed over at the same time.
Wen Qikang took the tile and examined it closely. "It is indeed the earthenware pot we just selected, the thinner one."
"Third Uncle is amazing, he chose the right clay pot." Wen Chengbin immediately showered him with compliments.
"That's right. Uncle San isn't someone who just sits around doing nothing."
Wen Qikang examined the tiles, pointing to a piece of black charred material on the back of one of them, "Wen'er, look at this."