Zhou Qingfeng felt that his radio had probably gained sentience!
As a useless nerd with many hobbies who liked to tinker with small projects, Zhou Qingfeng recently had the sudden urge to make a small radio project. Other people would usually make a radio station or something like that, but he was … thinking of making a retro mineral radio.
The structure of the mineral radio was super simple. It required an extremely long antenna, a enameled wire coil, a high resistance earphone, some connecting wires, a few capacitors, and a diode that acted as a geophone. After the assembly was completed, this thing could work without needing a power source, and the entire set did not cost much.
However, Zhou Qingfeng was a weirdo who liked to get into a dead end and insisted on being a little more primitive. The early mineral radios that were used to detect signals were indeed natural ores. The reason why he wanted to make a mineral radio was because he picked up a black square stone on the road a few days ago. After studying it, he determined that it was galena, which could be used as a geophone for the radio.
Daring to think and daring to do!
After going through the manufacturing process on Baidu, Zhou Qingfeng's original version of the mineral radio was completed. It had a thirty meter antenna that was directly connected to the roof to ensure good signal. It also had a reliable bottom line that was directly connected to the water pipe in his house to ensure that it was grounded and reliable. It also had an absolutely primitive geophone that came from natural ores billions of years ago.
It was such a cool thing, but it just did not work.
Zhou Qingfeng placed a wooden table in front of the window in his room. The radio's antenna was pulled in through the window, and the 'radios' that he had checked repeatedly were scattered on the wooden table. However, he, who was full of hope, was a little disheartened at the moment. After repeatedly comparing the manufacturing process and the precautions, he could only stare blankly at the simple and crude equipment that he had tinkered with.
Where did it go wrong?
Until a sudden clap of thunder came from the sky … The weather forecast had already said that there would be a thunderstorm today, reminding the people to put away their clothes in time, but Uncle Zhou definitely did not notice it.
Following the loud rumble, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, and the thirty meter antenna that was connected to the roof immediately became a lightning rod. A strong electric current instantly rushed into Zhou Qingfeng's room, directly blasting the mineral radio on the table. Zhou Qingfeng, who was staring blankly at the radio, was hit at close range. He collapsed on the spot, smoke rising from his body.
I'm so f * cking unlucky!
After the thunder, the room was quiet, and the smoke from the explosion slowly dispersed from the window. After some time, Zhou Qingfeng, who was in unbearable pain, slowly opened his heavy eyelids. He tried to recall for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out what had happened. He only felt that he had been torn apart, and there wasn't a single part of his body that didn't feel uncomfortable.
"Luckily, I'm still alive." Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand. His clothes, which had been blasted by the thunderbolt, were in tatters. He said, "Your hands and feet are still intact, but your little brother isn't cooked yet."
Zhou Qingfeng, who was courting death, had a dark expression on his face and was in a sorry state. Weak and powerless, he struggled to get up from the floor and staggered out. In any case, he knew that he was not in a good state. He should find a doctor immediately. There was a primary health center near his house, and it was only a few steps away.
But as soon as he turned around, Zhou Qingfeng heard someone shout from behind, "Little friend, don't leave in a hurry. When the thunderbolt fell, I protected your body, so you're fine. Please listen to what I have to say. I have great riches and honor for you. '
The voice was a bit hoarse and distorted, but Zhou Qingfeng heard it clearly. His brain was buzzing, and when he heard someone shout, he looked back stupidly. The set of mineral radio had already been blasted away by the thunderbolt, and the table on which the radio was placed was only left with some broken parts and a mess on the ground.
There was no one!
Auditory hallucination, it must be an auditory hallucination.
Zhou Qingfeng continued to walk out. He felt really uncomfortable all over. His red skin felt as if it had been pierced by countless steel needles. His internal organs felt as if they had opened a barbecue stand. It was hot and dry. Waves of heat were surging, and he felt as if smoke would come out of his mouth when he opened it.
"Little friend, don't go, don't go. I really have a great fortune here. Listen to me, this is a rare opportunity from heaven. If you miss it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. "The strange voice sounded again.
Zhou Qingfeng looked back in confusion, but he really didn't see anyone. His brain regained some ability to think, and he began to look for where this strange voice came from.
The window glass was broken, and the curtains had become black rags. It was a miracle that the wooden table was not broken into pieces, and there was a crack in the wall. There were even traces of an explosion on the ground. The key was that he couldn't see anyone.
"I won't seek death anymore. Not only was I struck by lightning, but my brain is also going crazy. " Zhou Qingfeng mocked himself. As soon as his words left his mouth, he saw a shiny object on the originally dark table. It was the 'cubic lead ore' that he had picked up. This object was currently black with a hint of red in it. It was very eye-catching.
He was courting death once more …
Driven by curiosity, Zhou Qingfeng picked up the small stone, and frowned as he said to himself, "Who's talking?"
A relieved and cheerful voice came from the stone, "Little friend, you finally understand. I am Gu Yuanwei, and I send my greetings to little friend through this treasure of heaven and earth. You and I can meet, it is really a great fortune, a great opportunity. "
Huh …? Amazing! The stone can speak.
Zhou Qingfeng opened his eyes wide and looked at the 'cubic lead ore' in his hand for a while. He had just recovered from his shock, and he was full of anger, and he scolded, "You're the one who caused me to be struck by lightning?"
No, nonsense, don't talk nonsense, it was obviously you who sought death. In a thunderstorm, you pulled a thirty meter long antenna to the roof, if the God of Thunder didn't strike you, who would it strike?
The voice in the stone immediately explained, "Little friend, little friend, don't be angry. This is an opportunity, an opportunity, do you understand? This is a great thing! What you are holding in your hand is not an ordinary item. It looks inconspicuous, but it is a divine treasure that fell from the sky. It has the ability to reverse the universe and break the void. It is called 'Yin Yang Tablet'. What you are holding is' Yin Yang Tablet '.
In order to obtain this treasure, I spent a lot of effort and threw it into the space-time turbulence, just to find a fated person to share a great fortune with. Now it seems that this fated person is you, little friend. How should I address you, little friend? "
The voice in the stone sounded a little anxious, as if it was afraid that Zhou Qingfeng would not believe it. But these words sounded too fantastical, and Zhou Qingfeng was stunned. His mind that had just recovered became chaotic again — reverse the universe, break the void? How did this happen to me again?
Uh … How did I say 'again'?
"What is your name?"
"My surname is Gu, and my name is Yuanwei. My courtesy name is Yunshi, and my nickname is Liao Fan. I have some fame in Jianghu."
After revealing his identity, the voice in the stone was still a little arrogant, as if waiting to be complimented. But on the other side, Zhou Qingfeng curled his lips and said impatiently, "Never heard of you. I ask you one question, and you reply one after another. Are you famous? "
Cough, cough, cough … After being rebutted by Zhou Qingfeng, Gu Yuanwei almost choked on his own saliva. He asked patiently, "Little friend, I want to ask first, what year is it on your side?"
"The year on my side? 2018. "
“2018？ How do you calculate the year? Which dynasty and generation are you from? Which emperor is sitting in the throne room? "
"Uh … We are now the core leadership of the fifth generation of the Chinese dynasty, but we don't have an emperor."
"No emperor? How can there be no emperor? How do you live without an emperor? "
"Don't we still live without an emperor?"
"Without an emperor, the world will be in chaos, and there will be no order … Forget it, let's not talk about this. Which emperor was the previous generation of the Chinese dynasty? "
"Before the Chinese dynasty, it was the emperor of the Jiang family."
"Before the Chinese dynasty, it was the emperor of the Jiang family."
"Before the Qing dynasty, it was the emperor of the Qing dynasty."
"Before the Qing dynasty?"
"Before the Qing dynasty, it was the Zhu family of the Ming dynasty, facing the south."
"Ming dynasty? The Ming dynasty founded by the Hongwu emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang? "
"That's right."
Zhou Qingfeng was still rejoicing that his history was on the passing line, but Gu Yuanwei, who was using the 'stone' to transmit his voice, shouted joyfully, "It's right, it's right, I'm in the Daming dynasty. Hahaha …, it's finally right. I'm in the 43rd year of the Daming Wanli calendar, how much time and space has it been since my little friend? "
Daming? Wanli? How many years ago? This was the blind spot of Master Zhou's knowledge.
"Wait a minute, I'll go check." Zhou Qingfeng switched to a different room, turned on the computer, and Baidu, and replied, "The 43rd year of the Daming Wanli calendar is 1615, 403 years ago. Wait …, why are you asking me this? Are you really talking to me from 400 years ago? Can this stupid stone really travel through time and space? "
The dizzy Zhou Qingfeng finally thought of the essence of today's whole matter, and asked a few questions in one breath. Gu Yuanwei, who had traveled through time and space to send a message, was not in a hurry. Instead, he asked, "My little friend, can you tell me, which year did this Daming die?"
"I won't tell you, answer my question first." Although today's matter was getting more and more amazing, and Zhou Qingfeng's mood was getting more and more excited, the hand holding the magical stone began to tremble slightly, but his IQ was still there, and he did not easily reveal information.
Zhou Qingfeng's attitude became stiff, but Gu Yuanwei was not annoyed. He asked leisurely, "My little friend, you just said that after Daming came the Qing dynasty. You … should be very familiar with this part of history, right? "
"It's alright." Zhou Qingfeng glanced at his computer. He thought to himself: History, can't I just look it up on the Internet?
"That's good, that's good." Gu Yuanwei laughed again and asked, "Then, my little friend, which level have you reached on the road of cultivation?"
Cultivation? What was this question for? It was probably asking about his level of education.
Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, "I graduated from university, majoring in computer science, specializing in programming."
Computer science? Programming? This time it was Gu Yuanwei who did not understand. He seemed to be wondering what kind of new cultivation sect this' computer science 'was from? But thinking about it, there was a gap of four hundred years, it was normal for a new sect to appear.
"My little friend, what do you know about spells?"
Spells? Does focusing on masturbating for thirty years count?
"Uh …, what spells do you include?"
"Heavenly Thunder Technique, understand?"
Aiyo …!
He was instantly dumbfounded …. "I don't understand."
"Five Elements Shift, understand?"
Even more dumbfounded …. What was this talking about? "I still don't understand."
"Talisman crafting, understand?"
He felt so weak, what was this guy from four hundred years ago doing?
"Does a small production count? If it doesn't, then you've never learned it. "
Gu Yuanwei finally understood a little, "Yin and Yang dual cultivation, Joy Zen, understand?"
"Eh …, I know a little about this. They actually taught this publicly in ancient times? We all secretly self-study in school, many people only have theory but no practical experience. "
Gu Yuanwei asked a question, and Zhou Qingfeng answered. After asking a few times, Uncle Zhou suddenly felt sad — these sounded so good and awesome, why did the university I went to never teach them? Was it because the school I went to was so bad that the teachers didn't teach them? Or did they think I didn't pay enough tuition?
Did Tsinghua University teach these promising courses?
After asking for a long time, Gu Yuanwei did not get an answer, he only knew that Zhou Qingfeng seemed to be learning some inexplicable things. He asked again, "You majored in computer science, specializing in programming, learning this …, does it earn money?"
This was touching a sore spot!
Don't talk about money with me, talking about money is too hurtful.
Zhou Qingfeng's nose turned sour, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't earn money."
"Then can this major help you marry a beautiful fairy after you learn it?"
"Beautiful fairy? No. "Zhou Qingfeng was holding back his tears — if there was a beautiful fairy, why would I need to practice fancy masturbation?
"Then can you become an official?"
This question was even more heart-wrenching ….
"That's even more impossible."
He could not hold it in anymore, tears were welling up in his eyes!
"You can't earn money, you can't marry a wife, and you can't become an official, what's the point of going to university? Don't schools teach proper things 400 years later? You unfilial descendants, the excellent traditions of our ancestors were abandoned just like that? "
"Yes!"
Losing control, tears streamed down his face …. Zhou Qingfeng cried in grief and indignation, "Sob sob sob …, I don't know how I learned such a lousy major?! I wake up early and sleep late, and I don't even have a girl. I might as well go carry bricks instead of working myself to death. "
Reality was so cruel, Zhou Qingfeng had a stomach full of bitterness — I'm so miserable, I can't even compare to the ancient people 400 years ago!
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