31: Chapter 31 My World is a Stead Bun 31: Chapter 31 My World is a Stead Bun Although there are many concepts, they are not hard to understand.
Nurse Liu uses a “military simplified version of the textbook,”, which has the greatest advantage of allowing even illiterate recruits who can’t recognize a single word to quickly grasp the situation and then convert it into actual combat power.
“This is a stead bun.”
Nurse Liu took out her teaching prop, which was very intuitive.
“You can think of this stead bun as the real world we are currently in.
Concerning this stead bun, I will pose seven questions to you.”
“The first question, why is this thing called a stead bun?”
Wang Yunxiao was about to speak but stopped himself.
Otherwise?
“You might be thinking, isn’t a stead bun just a stead bun?
That answer is not entirely correct.”
Nurse Liu seriously said, “This type of pastry was called a steam cake in ancient tis, just as noodles were called soup cakes.
The na stead bun can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period when the Marquis of Wu campaigned against the Southern Barbarians, who had a custom of using human heads to sacrifice to the gods.
The Marquis used stead buns filled with at filling in place of human heads, nad Barbarian Head, phonetically becoming our modern stead bun.
The real stead bun is actually the stuffed bun that we northerners eat.”
“But for us, we conventionally call this a stead bun.”
Before the students could react, Nurse Liu continued, “The second question, what is the purpose of a stead bun?”
This ti, soone blurted out directly, “To eat, of course!” “To satisfy hunger!”
Nurse Liu said, “A stead bun can also be used to feed fish, or replace an eraser to modify pencil sketches.
You think a stead bun is for eating because in the class you currently belong to, a stead bun is considered food.
In soone else’s eyes, a stead bun is so dry and hard that not even a dog would be fed with it as waste.”
“But what you said is correct, the stead bun in your hands is indeed for eating.”
“The third question, what’s the difference between a stead bun and bread?
You should know what bread looks like, right?”
“The answer is almost no difference, one is stead in a steaming basket, and the other is baked in an oven.
Foreigners use more refined flour, maybe even adding a bit of butter and sugar.
But in essence, there is no great difference.”
“Eating bread isn’t any more noble than eating a stead bun.”
“The fourth question, can you put fillings in a stead bun?”
“The answer is yes, whether you stuff it with eggs, pork hock, or spread it with honey, dip it in sesa sauce… there are many ways to eat it, but what you ultimately consu is still a stead bun, and it doesn’t change the nature of the stead bun just because you add sothing else.”
“The fifth question, where does a stead bun co from?”
“A stead bun won’t fall from the sky, nor can you get full from it in a dream by burning incense and praying to Buddha.
The stead buns you eat at school today were made with educational subsidy funds that the principal secured to buy flour.
In this country, there are countless peers of yours who can’t enjoy such a subsidy.
Once you graduate and enter society, you’ll have to earn money to buy stead buns.”
“The sixth question, what is more important than this stead bun?”
“Suppose this stead bun is your entire fortune, what would you be willing to exchange it for?
Say, wealth, love, art, freedom, or so kind of truth?
Of course, other people aren’t fools, so you can only get sothing of equal or even lesser value to the stead bun.”
“Humans will die if they don’t eat, that’s obvious common sense.
The stead bun is your life, what could be more important to you than life?”
“The seventh question, what would you do if soone tried to take your stead bun from you?”
“You only have this bun in your hand; it’s your only food.
Now soone else wants it, and they plan to freeload without paying.
Would you agree to that?
Would you submit because they are stronger?
Or do you plan to use your own bun to ingratiate yourself with them and join them in stealing other people’s buns?”
After rattling off seven questions, the classroom fell silent, as quiet as the grave.
Everyone’s minds were cramd full of big white buns.
“Our world is this bun.”
Nurse Liu knocked on the blackboard and said loudly, “This world is complex and fascinating.
What you see now is just this bun.
As long as you rember this bun firmly, all other problems are not problems!”
Well said!
Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but applaud loudly in his heart.
I understood the matter about the bun, and it even made hungry, but what about those things you wrote on the blackboard?
“Okay, now everyone look at the blackboard!”
Nurse Liu drew two lines on the blackboard, one horizontal and one vertical: “You should have already learned about variables and understand the concept of a coordinate system, right?
If you don’t know, then you don’t know; go back and study it yourself.
What I’ve drawn here is an X and Y axis, which represent ti and space, respectively.
The Real World where we are now is just one point in this coordinate system.”
Then she casually drew two more lines.
It really was a casual drawing.
“This is the Z axis, representing dinsions.”
“The Heavenly Realm and Star Realm are located in higher dinsions.
You just need to be aware of this concept, no need to think about the specifics, as with your current powers you can’t reach that level.
To put it simply, it’s like the restaurant where buns are sold.”
“Dreamland and Netherworld are situated in the lower dinsions.
These concepts are points you’ll frequently co across in the future, and I’ll explain them in detail later.
You can think of them as stir-fried dishes sold in the restaurant.”
“The Outer Dinsion exists as fragnts attached to the Real World, much like dipping mutton slices in sesa paste, with added leeks, fernted bean curd, green onion, coriander, and garlic.
Since everyone’s tastes differ, these should be analyzed specifically and can’t be generalized.”
“The Outer Gods and New Gods, these you can understand as patrons outside the restaurant.
Foreigners believe in different gods from us, I’ll find a specific example to explain to you later.
You don’t need to care about what kind of gods they are, anyway, whatever they order has nothing to do with you.”
“Heavenly Dao, this is the easiest to understand.
There are rules for eating in a restaurant, those who understand the rules can eat their fill, those who don’t understand the rules won’t get to eat, it’s as simple as that.”
Nurse Liu tapped the blackboard forcefully: “You must wash your hands before eating, you cannot stick chopsticks into your bowl, you can’t ss with the dishes, tofu pudding must be salty, zongzi must be sweet, jianbing guozi cannot contain shredded potato—that is the Heavenly Dao!”
Isn’t it that you can’t insert chicken strips…
oh, sorry, I almost forgot that we can’t afford chicken strips right now.
Wang Yunxiao deeply agreed with these rules of the Heavenly Dao.
“The great Tao produces one, one life two, two produce three, three produce all things.
Our bun in hand is made through these processes.”
Nurse Liu lifted the bun and said solemnly, “Whether Foreigners spread butter on their bread is their concern.
Our bun has only these processes.
Moreover, most of them can be disregarded, there is no need to be so finicky.
The truly indispensable core processes are only twelve.”
“Currently circulating in the Jianghu World, those so-called ‘Divine Skill Secret Manuals’, ‘Immortal Cultivation Secret thods’, ‘Ancient Scrolls’, no matter how complex and mystical they are described in there, they ultimately boil down to these twelve directions, which can also be regarded as twelve Cultivation Dharma Gates.
Among these twelve gates, they are divided into twenty-four branches, distinguished between the Righteous Path and the Heretical Path.”
“The student who was playing tricks in the school previously is a ‘Chess Herald’ who cultivates the Heretical Path.”
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