don't call me singer

Chapter 454 The Forgotten Legend
"Such a small head, I really don't want it to be gone after 30 days." The old man walked up to Gu Xiaobai's side, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch his head, but Gu Xiaobai backed away, Dodged his hand.

Gu Xiaobai looked at the old man coldly. The old man had an old face and was wearing a monk's robe, but he had a pair of triangular eyes, like a fierce tiger, and showed no mercy.

Gu Xiaobai has actually seen this kind of look a lot.

The eyes of the superior.

In their eyes, there is only the world and the country, but they don't really care about a certain person.

Because in this world, only a very small number of people are irreplaceable. Other people, whether they are skilled craftsmen or elite soldiers, are just a set of numbers.

In fact, Gu Xiaobai, who was on the expedition to Monan, also tried his best to maintain this state of mind.

Maybe Hua Zhongjun and Gu Xiaobai can make him smile, but don't want him to change his mind at all.

"Now I hope that your father can successfully cast the bell and save the lives of the two of you." The old monk took his entourage, got into the car and drove away.

Hua Zhongjun looked at their leaving figures, and said: "That lord seems to be very kind, if you beg him carefully..."

Gu Xiaobai looked at his back and whispered: "It's useless, that's Seng Daoyan..."

Now, Gu Xiaobai already knew who he was facing.

If he had known that the other party was this person, Gu Xiaobai would not have stood up.

Seng Daoyan, or Yao Guangxiao, was Zhu Di's most trusted advisor, and it was he who assisted Zhu Di in successfully seizing the throne. Zhu Di's belief in Buddhism had something to do with him.

And he is dedicated to Buddha, and he will do everything in order to promote Buddhism, no matter whether he is born or entered the world, it is for this reason.

Maybe, the casting of this big bell this time is also to promote Buddhism.

This is a man of faith, but because of this, everything can be sacrificed for his faith.

Whether it's hundreds of innocent craftsmen, or two more innocent little heads.

As long as it is possible to cast this unparalleled bell and sing Buddhist scriptures every day, how much merit will it be?

The round bronze bells in China since ancient times are inextricably linked with religion.

Bells, because of their unique way of sounding, give people a sense of sacredness, and have always been closely related to religion, whether at home or abroad.

When it comes to religion, Gu Xiaobai has some headaches.

It's a completely different way of thinking, and it's not something he's good at dealing with.

"Let's go..."

For now, there is only one way.

Cast the bell!

Within 30 days, cast a bell!
In the bell foundry, Hua Yan and a group of craftsmen were in mourning, like mourning a concubine.

If the bell cannot be cast, the head will be beheaded, the emperor's order, this is no joke.

In this world, not everyone has the guts, like Gu Xiaobai, to confront a powerful official who has power all over the world, to question the emperor's decision.

What's even more helpless is that even if it is questioned, it is of no use.

Maybe die a little faster.

But how to build a big clock that has never been seen in this world?
Nobody knows.

In the bell foundry, hundreds of furnaces were densely arranged in a small area. The flames were flickering, the temperature was scorching, the smoke was dense, and the black smoke was billowing. As soon as they approached, the two of them choked and coughed.

There may not be hundreds of coppersmiths and clockmakers on the scene. At this time, a group of four is lifting the mouthfuls of the furnace and pouring them into the casting port one by one.

Among the crowd, a craftsman, with gray eyebrows and eyes, and a wet cloth covering his mouth, which had already been dried by the scorching heat, was yelling loudly at the top of his lungs.

"hurry up!"

The craftsmen speeded up the pouring, but the inflow of copper juice could not be continuous.

Walking in a hurry, a coppersmith suddenly stumbled, and hundreds of catties of copper juice poured out, some of which spilled on his body, and he screamed again and again.

The orderly dumping suddenly became chaotic.

Among the crowd, the instructing craftsman sighed and said, "Stop! Stop!"

Another experiment failed.

Casting bells is not casting other utensils. Its quality requirements are very high. Not only must there be no impurities, but also it needs to be uniform in texture. Otherwise, not only may the sound not good, but it may even be cracked when it is cast.

This requires that the cast copper water must be continuous and the flow rate can be controlled. It is the so-called "rain shower" casting, so that there will be no air bubbles and no impurities in the cast object...

The dejected leader of the craftsman turned his head and saw two figures standing not far away, and then exclaimed: "Why are you here?"

Gu Xiaobai didn't answer, he stood outside the bell foundry, quietly watching the busy scene, at that moment, his heart was surging.

The bell is the veritable king of musical instruments, the pinnacle of manufacturing and craftsmanship, the pinnacle of art, and the pinnacle of physics and engineering.

The copper used for casting bells is five cents of copper and one cent of tin. It is the so-called bell copper, which is brittle in texture and has no ductility. It cannot be stamped or forged.

And the Yongle bell they want to cast weighs nearly 50 tons. It was after this bell that the bell-casting skills of the Ming Dynasty reached great success.

Although its weight is not the heaviest, its artistic value and technical difficulty have not been surpassed until modern times.

600 years ago, there was such a group of people, just like Don Quixote, who launched an almost suicidal attack on this terrible opponent.

And they succeeded!
What a great cause!
But history has not left a little ink for them. Gu Xiaobai doesn't even know the names of those craftsmen who cast this clock, nor does he know when they succeeded, or, it wasn't them who succeeded, but them. Successor after being killed?
Perhaps for history, none of this matters.

But to Hua Xiaobai with this body, to Hua Zhongjun, it is very important.

Because the one who was beheaded was their father, and the one who was implicated was themselves.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai deeply felt the sadness of being a small person in the vast history, an insignificant wave.

In this world, not everyone can make history.

But more people, even if they made history, cannot be remembered.

There are 23 characters on this clock, but there is no place where even the name of a craftsman can be written.

Perhaps, somewhere in the dark, there is a force that allows me to experience this legend.

As a physicist, as a musician, as a descendant.

It should not be forgotten.

……

The moon was slanting and the stars were sparse, so Gu Xiaobai and Hua Zhongjun walked back.

Behind them, the Bell Foundry was still in flames. The one-month period was fleeting, and if they didn't want to come up with a solution in the future, they might really be dead.

Hua Yan didn't even have time to send someone to send his children back.

A lantern, two figures, swaying in the night, surrounded by emptiness, the wind blows and the grass moves, it is very scary.

Hua Zhongjun held Gu Xiaobai's hand tightly, his palm was cold, and he was obviously terrified, but he still comforted Gu Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, are you afraid, my sister is behind you, don't be afraid..."

Walking out of the clock factory, there was darkness in front and behind, Hua Zhongjun suddenly said to Gu Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, I heard from the craftsmen that sometimes the bell cannot be cast because the clock has no spirituality. Put it into the furnace, and it was cast into a peerless sword..."

Having said this, Hua Zhongjun's hand was clenched suddenly, making Xiaobai's hand painful.

"What are you thinking about? This kind of thing doesn't matter at all." Gu Xiaobai was thinking about how to cast this clock at this time, and he scolded casually when he heard the words.

He walked around the bell foundry, and he already had an understanding of the constraints of this era.

It's a pity that he doesn't know much about casting, and it seems that he has to go back to make up lessons...

"But the workers say that... If the bell casting fails, you and Dad will..." Hua Zhongjun let go of Gu Xiaobai's hand, and looked at Gu Xiaobai's little back holding the lantern, with tears in his eyes Light.

Her father's kindness is like a mountain, and her younger brother is young, what should she do?
Just as Gu Xiaobai was about to say something else, suddenly a black shadow rushed out from the oblique stab.

"What!" Gu Xiaobai woke up instantly from his contemplation, and looked up at the huge monster that rushed out.

Before he could see what it was, Hua Zhongjun screamed "Xiaobai" and rushed up without thinking about his own safety.

(Note: The technique of casting bronze bells in the Ming Dynasty refers to Song Yingxing's "Tiangong Kaiwu"; other references and materials for this plot include "Ming and Qing Folk Songs" (this book is not read by good children, it will subvert the three views ), "

Music Acoustics and Psychoacoustics", "History of Music Acoustics in China", "Dai Nianzu's Collection of Essays and Contemplation on the History of Science and Technology", "Music Acoustics - Acoustic Principles and Applications of Sound, Musical Instruments, Computer Music, Midi, Concert Hall", "Tianrui "The Road" (report on the casting of the Tianrui Century Clock), the ancient legend of the Beijing Bell Tower, etc., due to the plot, some of them do not conform to the historical facts, the history of scientific development or the image of historical characters...)
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