Can you imagine how hard the mountain pickers are at the Zhongtianmen of Mount Tai at four o'clock in the morning?
The bamboo shelves contain 5 boxes of mineral water and 10 boxes of instant noodles, with a total weight of 180 kilograms.
This is their daily trip to Nantianmen to transport materials, grinding out the calloused right shoulder, and they have long been unable to feel the oppression of the bamboo pole.
But at this moment, his eyes were attracted by the "peers" in front of the charging pile next to the mountain road.
Three robot dogs are feasting on their blue lights, with 40 boxes of self-heating hot pot strapped to their titanium backbones, ready to embark on a two-hour journey to the top.
This silent contest is played out every day.
The robot dog scans the thousand-year-old road with the help of lidar, and the spacing of each step is accurate to the millimeter.
However, the mille-feuille shoes of the mountain pickers can sense the humidity of the moss and switch routes on hidden paths that are invisible to tourists.
Some netizens jokingly said: "This is "Transformers" vs. "The Legend of the Mountain Picker", and the key to victory or defeat depends on who can replenish the pancake stall at the top of the Jade Emperor first." ”
The ledger of the logistics director of the scenic spot reveals a brutal efficiency revolution: a single robot dog transports 1.2 tons a day, which is equivalent to the workload of eight mountain pickers.
These silicon-based workers are not afraid of wind and rain, and can travel steadily at a speed of 0.8 m/s on the zigzag track, and will trigger the alarm mode in case of sudden landslides.
But their weakness is just as obvious – at 1,545 meters above sea level, a low temperature of -15°C can plummet battery life by 40%.
And the "bioenergy system" of Lao Zhang, a mountain picker, can be resurrected with only two leek buns.
In fact, the deeper contradiction is hidden in the cultural genes.
When the robot dog docked at the side gate of Bixia Temple for the 100th time, the Taoist chief insisted on only accepting the tribute transported by manpower: "Let the iron pimple enter the incense case? The grandfather's QR code can't be scanned! ”
The attitudes of tourists are even more divided: young people are rewarding the robot dogs live, while silver-haired people stuff throat lozenges into the water bottle of the mountain picker, as if they are engaged in a secret competition of intergenerational values.
In the backyard of the Red Gate Visitor Center, a quiet revolution is taking place.
The human-machine collaboration scheme of the scenic spot management office shows wisdom: the robot dog is responsible for transporting standardized materials such as instant noodles and mineral water, and the mountain pickers form a "cultural special transport team" to carry intangible cultural heritage exhibits, ancient book restoration materials and other objects that need humanistic care.
The most interesting observation of this change comes from the school for the children of the mountain pickers.
The children wrote in their compositions: "Dad's flat shoulder and the crawler of the robot dog are both the capillaries of Mount Tai. ”
This kind of cognition may reveal a certain essence: when Lao Li, a mountain picker, explained the icing law of the eighteen plates of yin to the robot dog maintenance staff,
When post-95 engineers learn to tie irregular cargo boxes with straw rope from mountain pickers, the two civilizations are reaching a delicate reconciliation.
The essence of the coexistence of man and machine in Mount Tai is "technical humility" - the Jade Emperor Summit, which is 1532.7 meters above sea level, has not been directly reached by cableway, which may be the last dignity left to human laborers.
Just like the god of netizens commented: "The robot dog can calculate the optimal path, but it can't calculate the best sunrise observation point pointed out to tourists when the mountain picker rests at the Yunbu Bridge." ”
When the twilight shrouded Mount Tai, the robot dog entered dormancy mode at the charging station, and the mountain pickers gathered under the eaves of the Doumu Palace to wipe the flat pole.
Those bamboo bars soaked in thousands of years of sweat, and the titanium alloy joints that shimmer with cold light, form a strange chord in the incense.
Perhaps the real progress is never substitution, but to let science and technology learn to be in awe of the calluses on the soles of the mountaineers, and let the human spirit illuminate the blind spot of the robot dog navigation system.
Just like the unsolved inscription of the ancients on the stone tablet of Nantianmen, the answer to this puzzle about inheritance and innovation is always in the next mountain road.