Dehumidification
Squatting on the ground and constantly shoveling moss is too boring. When you get tired and annoyed, you can pour some water, change your posture, and rest. It's a way to find some joy in hardship.
This is the entire function of a desiccant.
The opportunity to answer the question was right in front of him, and the senior brother's lips curled up uncontrollably. He pretended to look up at the sky to suppress it, and then mysteriously said, mimicking the way he remembered, "It has its own wonderful use."
The two children initially had inexhaustible energy, but after they had been working continuously for half an hour, two figures sat down to rest beside the moss.
"I'm so tired."
"Me too."
A titmouse flapped its wings and flew from the forest, circled a few times, and stopped in front of them. Taking advantage of their inattention, it jumped onto the desiccant can, lowered its head, and quietly stole a drink of water.
"Is this safe to drink? Will it cause any problems?" the little girl asked in a low, whispered voice.
The chubby boy also looked troubled. He first shook his head, then made a gesture to the little girl: grab.
The two men flanked them from both sides, one carrying a bird and the other holding water, and they ran down the stone steps shouting.
"Oh no! Oh no!"
They couldn't tell what had happened, but they knew the situation was extremely critical. The news spread like wildfire, and children all over the mountain were shouting "Something's wrong!" and running downhill.
Li the cripple was holding a freshly brewed cup of tea when he heard the commotion all over the mountain. He immediately put it back on the table and walked out of the corridor.
People of all ages appeared in the courtyard, some with doubt, some with fear. The senior students spontaneously surrounded the children on the inner side, ready to face any potential dangers that might emerge from the mountains and forests.
"Don't panic, tell me where you encountered what?"
This white-haired, white-bearded old man was very tall and had a slightly hunched back, but as soon as he spoke, everyone calmed down, as if he could easily solve even the biggest problems.
Anxiety and restlessness permeated the crowd, but a few people who hadn't met the previous night quickly calmed the situation down and led everyone to clear a path for the two of them.
Despite being at a considerable distance and surrounded by strangers with conspicuous wounds, the two walked in the middle with a sense of extraordinary peace of mind.
"Grandpa, this little sparrow drank the desiccant!"
The chubby boy held up the porcelain jar in his hand; the water inside had been bouncing around for a long time, and there wasn't much left.
The children's faces were still flushed, and they were still panting heavily as they spoke, as if they had run all the way here.
Whispers drifted from all around, reaching the ears of the people in the middle.
Some of the things he said were really unpleasant, saying that it wasn't worth making a big fuss over a bird. Hearing this, Li the Crippled raised his eyebrows and stomped his feet twice.
The child naturally heard this, and standing in the middle of the crowd, he seemed a little flustered. The little bird fluttered a few times, broke free from the hand that was holding it, and landed on Li's shoulder, tilting its head and chirping.
He raised his index finger and rubbed it against the bird, took the desiccant from the chubby boy, handed it to the bird, let it lower its head and sip some water, and then drank the rest of the desiccant in one gulp.
"Master!"
The crowd erupted in chaos, but the old man was too fast for them to stop.
"Well, this little sparrow just accidentally drank it. I heard someone say it's nothing serious." He stretched out his hand, and the bird, receiving the signal, happily hopped up, fluttered a few times, and then flew to the top of his head, choosing a suitable position to sit down facing the crowd.
"Now that I drank it by mistake, am I going to be told, 'Why is this old geezer still causing trouble?'"
The little sparrows chirped and mimicked his speech, and no one below dared to utter a sound as they listened to the two who had "accidentally drunk" the food.
Apart from Meng Yan, she was gliding around like a rocket.
The medical team members were already thinking about how to carry the two people away later. Their faces were all pale. Meng Yan had a feeling that if anyone was going to collapse, the most likely person would be the few people next to him.
"Don't worry, that dehumidifier is non-toxic and additive-free." That was all she could remind him of; anything more would depend on whether her master would tell her on his own initiative.
She had previously regarded "dehumidifier" as a psychological remedy, until this morning when the kidnapper Li knocked on her door and dragged her to do hard labor. Only then did she realize the inexhaustible source of this ancestral treasure.
A wild spring nestled amidst the lush greenery of the hillside behind the village.
It was just dawn, and Brother Chicken was still strolling around in his burrow when Meng Yan, yawning, was dragged up the mountain by Guai Zi Li. She thought her master was in a good mood today and wanted to experience riding a kite from the top of the mountain to the bottom. She had already taken the little wooden kite in her hand, but Guai Zi Li shoved a ladle into her hands instead.
Meng Yan rubbed his sleepy eyes: "?"
The master and apprentice finally carried the spring water down the mountain before the first rooster crowed, and poured it into porcelain bottles to store the treasure.
Looking back now, she finally understood why she always chose to clear moss on sunny days, and also why her master would catch her early in the morning.
In the dead silence, Li the kidnapper sent the child who had been forced to stand as punishment back to the group of children, dragged the sparrow on his head and walked into the crowd, passing in front of each person equally, and after circling around, he returned to the open space in the middle.
"Have you forgotten all the words you recited before you entered the sect? What is the first half of the third sentence?"
"Truth, goodness, and beauty." Children's voices rang out from the crowd.
"Listen, did you hear me clearly?" Li the Cripple's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough that each word sounded like the tolling of an old bronze bell, making everyone's heads buzz.
"Great kindness is kindness, but small kindness is wasteful, superfluous, and not worthwhile. I have never taught you such a principle. You do a good job of being kind to others, I can feel it, so why can't you do it when it comes to crops?"
Is it that you don't know how, you can't, or you're unwilling?
“Remember this: in this world, we are no different from other people. We humans are no different from other things. We are a life, and we are also a handful of dust.”
A new breeze, seemingly from nowhere, swept through the leaves and over the broken tiles, causing Li the Cripple's white beard and long hair to flutter.
The rain, still wet on the roof tiles and leaves, poured down in an instant, but only Li the cripple and the children, standing in the center, were unaffected.
It protected them, and they protected the birds.
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Yue Lang stumbled into the room and was thrown into the bathtub. He fell asleep amidst the steam, almost scaring his junior brother who had come to deliver a change of clothes.
Half-conscious, he carried the iron umbrella in one hand and rushed back to his room. The moment he saw the bed, he didn't have time to think and pounced on it, hugging the hard surface and falling asleep immediately.
When the sun was high in the sky, a living person next to the iron umbrella struggled for a moment, and the pain of kicking the iron wall brought him back to this world.
"Hiss..." The man reluctantly turned over, his handsome face ruined by his frown. His brows quickly relaxed as he relaxed. He moved his arms, but his elbow hit a hard object again, and his brows instantly furrowed even more tightly than before.
"What the hell?" Yue Lang rubbed his arm and sat up. He opened his eyes three times before finally squeezing them open a crack. He wanted to see for himself the culprit that had disturbed his sleep.
An iron umbrella lay quietly in the center of the bed, occupying the best spot. Facing the hostile gaze of its enemies, it remained silent, showing no intention of moving an inch.
Yue Lang delivered a powerful over-the-shoulder throw, sending the cat and the floor tumbling together, while he himself ascended to the victor's throne.
He rolled over under the covers and woke up, suddenly opening his eyes and kneeling on the bed, groping around haphazardly.
It seemed that the entire bed was dry except for the outside, and there was no dampness on the quilt. If I remember correctly, the dampness on the outside was because I lay down without drying my hair.
So this umbrella didn't leak a single drop of rain?
With his long, thick, and wildly combed black hair, he leaned halfway off the bed to grab the umbrella. However, the iron umbrella was too heavy, and he couldn't lift it even though he could reach it. He was unwilling to let go of it, so he had to half-hang it between the bed and the floor.
This scene was witnessed by Li Li, a fellow student who came to visit.
The door was open, and judging from the usual time, Yue Lang should have woken up long ago. So he went into the room without saying hello and asked about the situation. Unexpectedly, the situation was quite complicated and could not be explained in a few words.
Yue Lang met his gaze through his long hair, then immediately lowered his head.
"Junior brother? Yue Lang?" Li Li knew it wasn't the right time to speak, but it would be awkward for him to just stand there like an idiot if he didn't.
"Senior brother, I'm not here, I'm not awake, why don't you just pretend I'm dead?" Yue Lang was still hanging by the bedside.
Li Li's footsteps gradually faded away. When he reached the door, he closed the wide-open door and left a message for him with his back to the inside: "I didn't see anything. Go outside for a walk first, and call me when you're better. If I don't hear you, I'll have to tell the sect what I saw today."
Whether the iron umbrella was leaking or not was no longer important. Yue Lang quickly picked up his face, which he had thrown on the ground, and put it back on. After tidying himself up in front of the mirror, he managed to force a smile to welcome his senior brother in, making himself look somewhat presentable.
"Good morning, Junior Brother Yue." As expected of Senior Brother Li, a master of social skills, he still smiled brightly in this situation, making Yue Lang want to borrow a few of his teeth to save face.
"Good morning, Senior Brother Li. Please come in."
From his words, Yue Lang learned how miserable he looked when he returned last night. The string of adjectives paired with Li Li's expression was simply hilarious.
He'd been this bad before; quite the opposite, in the past, every time he came back soaked from head to toe because of his persistent forgetting of his umbrella, he was amazed. The reason Li Li was so surprised this time was precisely because he had brought an umbrella back.
"Your umbrella looks unusual."
He knew that his senior brother Li was very interested in mechanical creations, and he himself was completely ignorant in this area, so how could he let such a free opportunity slip by?
Holding the mechanical umbrella in both hands, Yue Lang smiled brightly: "Senior brother, you'd better catch it carefully, such a rare item is inevitably a bit heavy."
The moment the handover was completed, Li Li's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened, and he scanned back and forth between Yue Lang's hand and his own.
What rare thing could be so heavy? Is this kid playing a trick on me?
Yue Lang stood before him empty-handed to demonstrate his innocence, and nodded at him with a smile.
Yes, this rare item really is that heavy.
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The umbrella somehow managed to close itself back up last night. Yue Lang sat to the side, resting his chin on his hand, attentively watching the masters exchange blows.
The expert, like him, randomly pressed buttons wherever he could think of, closing the mechanism umbrella tightly, showing no intention of opening it.
"Need any help?" Yue Lang asked impatiently, rolling up his sleeves. He had some experience opening umbrellas.
Li Li gestured for him to come over, and Yue Lang replied with a simple "Please stay here."
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