Chapter 486

It must be said that the syringes of this era were actually quite exquisite and looked very high-end.

However, the price was not cheap at all; Fang Xiuying helped Wang An buy 3 syringes, which cost a full 36 yuan.

36 yuan was basically the salary of a formal employee for a whole month!

Fortunately, each syringe came with 5 needles of different lengths; otherwise, the needles wouldn't be cheap either.

The syringes of this era were made entirely of stainless steel and glass, with only the plunger on the push rod made of quite thick rubber.

But it is worth noting that the glass of this thing is not very drop-resistant.

And the needles of this era were also made of stainless steel; although the lengths of the various types of needles were different, they were all quite thick.

But most importantly, both the syringe and the needle had to be reused.

Wang An hugged the deer's neck, positioned his fingers on the neck below the head, and after finding the right spot, he inserted the needle at an angle.

Perhaps it was quite painful to be pricked by the needle, as the doe suddenly exerted force and bolted out of Wang An's arms, bolting both fast and fiercely.

To tell the truth, the deer's sudden exertion caught Wang An off guard, and he had no time to react.

Wang An subconsciously exclaimed: "Oh, fuck!"

Wang An looked at the doe that had already hidden at the edge of the sheep pen, then looked at the syringe in his hand, and very speechlessly discovered that the needle was gone! Day after day, does this count as a bad start? But he still had to find the needle!

Wang An first took out some salt particles and carefully approached the doe.

But the startled doe couldn't possibly care about eating; before Wang An could get close, it bleated and "slipped" away again.

Then it was Wang An approaching again and again, while the deer ran away time after time. To tell the truth, if it weren't for that needle, Wang An would have given up chasing long ago, because every time Wang An approached, he could see that bright, shiny needle stuck in the deer's neck.

The most impressive thing was that with such a thick needle stuck in it, not a single drop of deer blood flowed out.

Wang An's first realization was that this needle was a bit too long!

But regardless of length, pulling the needle out now was the most important thing; otherwise, this deer might have some unexpected situation.

So Wang An persevered and started circling the deer in the sheep pen.

Speaking of "perseverance," while Wang An was trying to get close to the deer, his thoughts drifted away.

Our ancestors once told us: as long as the effort is deep, an iron rod can be ground into a needle! Teachers also often tell us to have the spirit of Yu Gong moving the mountains.

To tell the truth, the two principles we know, "grinding an iron rod into a needle" and "Yu Gong moving the mountains," are both bullshit.

Because Wang An believes that what the original author wanted to express should be a warning, not an encouragement.

Because the story of grinding an iron rod into a needle is bullshit to begin with. To grind an iron rod just for an embroidery needle, what kind of idiot would do that? Does this prove that the author's meaning is:

"Don't do meaningless things, like 'grinding an iron rod,' because after all your effort, you only get a needle!"

In addition, the spirit of Yu Gong moving the mountains is even more bullshit.

Because the character "Yu" (stupid) itself has the same meaning as "foolish," "clumsy," "silly," and "idiotic."

Then, can the meaning of the two characters "Yu Gong" be interpreted as "stupid old man"? If you speak in the Northeast dialect, it's "silly old man"? That is to say, we are asked to learn the spirit of a silly old man who relies on his age to force his whole family to dig a mountain.

What is there to learn from this kind of spirit? What the hell is there to learn? Is there something wrong with your brain? And the teacher actually shamelessly tells students not to learn from the "Wise Old Man" in the text, but to learn from Yu Gong. I have to say, it's really infuriating!!! So, whether it's grinding a needle or moving a mountain, it's all nonsense. If meaningless persistence isn't being an idiot, what is? Just when Wang An's thoughts were racing, he suddenly discovered his father had entered the sheep pen.

And Wang An's mood immediately improved. To tell the truth, drawing blood from a deer is really not a job one person can do!

Upon seeing his father, Wang An didn't have time to ask about anything else and immediately said: "Dad, help me catch that deer quickly, the needle is still stuck in the deer's neck."

Hearing this, Wang Dazhu didn't speak, but glared fiercely at Wang An. As for why he was glared at, Wang An was also full of confusion.

However, after identifying which deer it was, Wang Dazhu didn't hesitate at all. He moved forward very quickly, and he and Wang An blocked the deer in the corner from left and right.

Immediately after, the doe with a needle still stuck in its neck was pinned down by the father and son.

Only then did Wang Dazhu say irritably:

"Even with a sprained ankle, you don't stop tossing and turning. Why are you so capable of making trouble?"

Wang An, who was pulling out the needle, was stunned. It turned out his father was glaring at him because he was worried about his ankle! Wang An immediately smiled and said:

"I thought I'd just draw some deer blood, I didn't think this deer would be so tricky; one person couldn't catch it at all."

Wang Dazhu glanced at Wang An sideways and said:

"That thick needle, if it pricked you, you'd be even trickier than it."

Wang An blinked, truly not knowing how to respond to this.

Just as Wang An pulled out the needle and reattached it to the syringe, Wang Dazhu said: "What's going on with those horses? It's not even dark yet, how come there are two more?"

It could be heard that Wang Dazhu had come straight to the sheep pen as soon as he got home, and he knew nothing about the horses for the time being.

Wang An said: "Dad, help me pin this deer down first, I'll tell you what's going on later. Make sure to use some strength, this deer is really quite fierce now."

Hearing this, Wang Dazhu hugged the deer's neck with his left hand and hooked the deer's front limb armpit with his right hand, pinning the deer down firmly so it couldn't move.

And after Wang An found the right position for the blood vessel again, he hugged the deer's head with his left hand and inserted the needle again with his right hand.

The moment the needle was inserted, the deer was clearly struggling violently, but because Wang Dazhu was hugging it quite tightly, the deer didn't run away.

When Wang An pulled the plunger, he discovered very awkwardly that the plunger was not only very difficult to pull, but most importantly, there were only a few drops of deer blood in the syringe.

It was very obvious that when the needle was inserted into the deer's blood vessel, it didn't stay at all; it directly pierced two holes in the blood vessel and drilled into the flesh.

Although Wang An understood what was going on, he still muttered:

"What's going on? How did I miss the mark again?"

After seeing this scene, Wang Dazhu's facial features were somewhat distorted. After sucking on his teeth, he comforted him:

"Drawing deer blood for the first time is always like this; just try again and it will be fine."

Wang An nodded upon hearing this, feeling that what his father said was correct; after all, practice makes perfect in everything.

(End of chapter)