Master of Thermodynamics

The Hague Fort, Republic Square.

A strangely shaped triangular snowflake fell lightly on the howling cold wind and floated towards a long line of lines in the snow.

As soon as the snowflake was about to land, a small hand with leather gloves stretched out a "swish" and accurately supported it.

The owner of the little hand is a little boy with a big leather cap that covers his ears, a thick leather coat, and a wool scarf around his neck.

Judging from his clothes, his family is pretty good.

The little boy carefully held the snowflakes and looked at it in surprise. Then he raised his head to look at a middle-aged man, raised his right hand high, showed the snowflakes in his hand to the other person, and exclaimed excitedly:

"Dad, look at this snowflake!"

This snowflake is about 10 cm in length and completely covers the little hands.

It is actually just a triangular ice flake with a thickness of less than half a millimeter. The mysterious force of nature has hollowed it out and carved a large number of exquisite and complex patterns, which looks like the most gorgeous handicraft.

The edge of the ice flake appears jagged and jagged. Obviously, it has been damaged by strong winds and lost part of its "body".

However, in another world, this is just a "little" snowflake in a "little" snow.

In the real heavy snow, the length of snowflakes easily exceeds half a meter. If it is a terrifying blizzard, there are even giant snowflakes up to 1 meter long, which will not be much lower than the height of this little boy.

In contrast, the snow on the earth is at best "mao Maoxue".

"It looks very strange." The middle-aged man, who is the father of the little boy, Bodman, touched his son's red face again and asked, "Eddie, are you hungry?"

"It's kind of." The little boy who was called "Eddie" rubbed his stomach when he heard the words.

"The next batch of food should be ready soon." Boardman said quickly.

As soon as he finished speaking, in the shop at the front of the line, a female clerk wearing a white turban suddenly walked out of the back kitchen, pushing a small cart full of metal boxes.

Another female clerk standing behind the counter yelled:

"Everyone, the'Monument Rice Cake' has been steamed, please use the'visit ticket' of the'Circular Auditorium' and wait in line to get it... Each person can receive one'Monument Rice Cake' for free..."

Accompanied by shouts, the clerk of the cart stopped the cart, grabbed the handles on both sides of the top metal box, and suddenly removed the metal cover.

A hot white mist spread out in an instant, mixed with a strong scent of beans and rice, as well as a good smell of spices, which made people unable to help their tongues and appetite.

Especially when the weather is so cold, tourists braved the wind and snow to visit the majestic "Innate Human Rights Monument", most of them are hungry, and it is very tempting for them to have a bite of hot food at this time.

There was a slight commotion in the team for an instant, and the tourists in the back row immediately surged forward.

The little boy Eddie threw down the triangular snowflakes that Shirley still regarded as precious, his eyes looked forward eagerly, and turned a deaf ear to the next shouts of the female clerk.

"In addition, each tourist can also receive a wooden cup for free with a visitor ticket... Free hot water is provided in the store, and everyone can use the wooden cup to drink water..."

Visitors received food from the clerk, enjoying the food happily, and talking with a smile.

"Well, the monument rice cake tastes really good..."

"Yes, I didn't expect food made with bean and rice to be so delicious, but unfortunately everyone can only get one..."

"The shape of the monument rice cake is so beautiful, I can't bear to say anything..."

"Idiot, hurry up and eat it... the weather is so cold, the rice cake will be cold for a while, then it won't taste good..."

The team quickly shortened, and it didn't take long for the Bodman and his sons.

In the little boy's gaze, Bodman took out two beautifully printed red paper tickets from the pocket of his coat and handed them to the female clerk.

The clerk took a small pliers, "clicked" a few times, cut an obvious small gap on each of the two paper tickets, and then handed it back to Boardman.

The other clerk handed the father and son, two paper bags containing monumental rice cakes, and two wooden cups carved with the pattern of the "Monument of Innate Human Rights".

She also pointed to a boxy metal machine placed in the corner of the shop, and confessed:

"Sir, that is the ‘hot magic water dispenser’. If you are thirsty and want to drink hot water, you can pour it yourself..."

After receiving a paper bag from his father, Eddie couldn't wait to open the paper bag.

In the tangy aroma, a light yellow rice ball shaped like an obelisk broke into his eyes.

"The Monument of Innate Human Rights!"

The little boy screamed.

"Yes." The female clerk said with a smile, "This is a delicacy made in the shape of the monument of natural human rights, so everyone calls it ‘Monument Rice Cake’."

"It's made with good soybeans, rice and rice, with fresh scallop meat, and stream fish roe from'Indiana Lake', plus 6 or 7 kinds of spices, which makes it taste great ...Little guy, try it..."

The little boy was stunned for a while at the beautiful monument rice cake, hesitated for a while between "eat it" and "keep it" before biting off the "tower spire" reluctantly.

Then he squinted his eyes with a smile:

"Dad, the monument rice cake is so delicious!"

Boardman looked at his son gorging himself, his heart moved, turning his head to look at the busy clerk, and said pleadingly:

"Hi, madam, can I buy another monument rice cake? I am willing to spend money..."

But the clerk politely and firmly rejected him:

"Sorry, sir, I'm afraid I can't sell it to you... If you have read the "Innate Human Rights" of the Speaker, you should understand that'everyone's personal rights will be protected and should not be infringed'... If I sell more Giving you a piece of food means that other tourists may not receive food, which is tantamount to infringing on the rights of others."

The clerk handed the paper bag in his hand to the next tourist, and said in a more accented tone:

"We believe that everyone is equal in front of the monument rice cakes!"

"Okay!" Boardman shrugged helplessly and murmured, "I can't tell you...Forget it, I won't buy..."

He closed the opened paper bag again, intending to leave this rice cake to his son.

The clerk's words also attracted cheers from the tourists.

"Madam, you are great!"

"Madam, you are doing the right thing. Rules are rules. Anyone should abide by them. Otherwise, why should rules be made?"

"Yes, I remember that "Hai Tide Current Affairs" once reported that when the Speaker received the monument rice cake, he also lined up in the line and did not jump in the line with privilege..."

Some people booed Boardman's behavior.

"Hey, sir, Lord Speaker also said,'Respect for the Rules is Respect for Others'... I think you should read the "Innate Human Rights" by the Lord Speaker. It is indeed a good article..."

"Yes, since you have come to Republic Square, visited the Monument of Innate Human Rights, and tasted the monumental rice cakes, why not go and see what "Innate Human Rights" is talking about?"

Boardman's old face suddenly couldn't hold back, he didn't even care about the hot water, and quickly pulled his son away dingyly.

After the little boy Eddie finished eating the rice cakes, he raised his head and looked at his father, and suddenly asked:

"Dad, what is natural human rights? Can you tell me about it?"

"No problem." Boardman nodded simply, and stuffed the paper bag in his hand to his son. "It is an article written by the Speaker... The inscription you see on the surface of the'Talent Human Rights Monument' is "Talent human rights"."

"Before visiting the'Circular Auditorium', let's take a look at the'Innate Human Rights Monument'. By the way, I will tell you in detail what it means..."

In the gusty wind of the call sign, two figures, one large and one small, walked towards the towering monument in the snow, leaving two long strings of footprints, one large and one small.

Snow, silhouettes, and giant monuments constitute a picture with a very artistic conception.

"By the way, Eddie, although the words of those guys just now are very hateful, but the speaker's words are completely correct,'respect for the rules is to respect others', we should abide by the rules in everything..."

"Okay, Dad!"