"With such a little head, I really don't want it to be on my head after 30 days. The old man walked to Gu Xiaobai's side and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his head, but Gu Xiaobai stepped back and 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, without the slightest pity.

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

The eyes of the superior.

In their eyes, they only have the world and society, but they don't actually care about someone.

Because in this world, only a very small number of people are irreplaceable, and the others, 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 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 in the slightest.

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

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

Gu Xiaobai looked at his back and said in a low voice: "It's useless, that's a monk ...... Daoyan."

Now, Gu Xiaobai already knows who he is facing.

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

Monk Daoyan, or Yao Guangxiao, is Zhu Di's most relied on adviser, it is he who assisted Zhu Di to successfully seize the throne, Zhu Di believes in Buddhism, and he is not unrelated.

And he devoted himself to the Buddha, and did everything to promote the Dharma, whether he was born or entered the world, for this reason.

Perhaps, the casting of this bell is also to promote Buddhism.

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

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

As long as it can be cast into this unparalleled bell in the world and praise the Buddhist scriptures every day, how much merit will it be?

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

Bells, because of their unique way of sounding, give people a sense of sacredness, and have always been closely associated with religion, both at home and abroad.

When it comes to religion, Gu Xiaobai has a headache.

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

"Let's go......"

There is only one way to do this.

Cast the bell!

Within 30 days, the bell will be cast!

In the bell factory, Huayan and a group of craftsmen mourned all over the field, such as mourning.

If you don't succeed in casting the bell, you have to cut off your head, the emperor's order, this is not a joke.

In this world, not everyone has the courage to confront a powerful minister like Gu Xiaobai and question the emperor's decision.

What's even more helpless is that even if you question it, it's useless.

Maybe they'll die a little faster.

But how to cast a big bell that has never been seen in the world?

Nobody knows.

In the bell foundry, hundreds of furnaces were densely arranged in a small area, the fire flickered, the heat was scorching, the smoke was dense, and the black smoke was billowing out.

There were hundreds of coppersmiths and bellsmiths at the scene, who were working in groups of four at this time, lifting the furnace at one mouth and pouring it into the pouring mouth in turn.

In the midst of the crowd, a craftsman, with his eyebrows and eyes gray, and a damp cloth covering his mouth, had already been dried by the scorching heat, and was now shouting loudly and hoarsely.

"Hurry!

The craftsmen poured at a faster pace, but the copper juice could not be continuous.

When he was in a hurry, a coppersmith suddenly stumbled under his feet, and hundreds of catties of copper juice poured out, some of which were sprinkled on his body, and he immediately screamed again and again.

The dumping that was originally orderly suddenly became chaotic.

In the middle of the crowd, the commanding craftsman sighed and said, "Stop!

Another experiment failed.

Casting bells, not casting other utensils, its quality requirements are very high, not only can not have impurities, but also need to be uniform, otherwise not only may the sound be bad, but also may even be cast, that is, cracked.

This requires that the cast copper water must be continuous and the flow rate is controllable, which is the so-called "rain shower" pouring, so that there are no bubbles and impurities in the cast object......

The depressed leader of the craftsmen 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 factory, quietly watching this busy scene, at that moment, his heart was surging.

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

The copper of the casting bell, five points of copper, one point of tin, is the so-called bell copper, the texture is brittle, there is no ductility, can not be stamped, can not be forged, can only be cast at one time, and then there is no room for modification.

And the Yongle bell they want to cast, weighing nearly 50 tons, will be unique and incomparable in the next 700 years, and will not be surpassed until the advent of the new century.

Its artistic value and craftsmanship have not been surpassed until modern times.

Eight hundred years ago, there was a group of people, like Don Quixote, who launched a near-suicidal assault on this terrible opponent.

And they succeeded!

What a great deed!

But history has not left them a little ink, Gu Xiaobai doesn't even know the names of the craftsmen who cast this bell, and he doesn't know when they succeeded, or is it not them who succeeded, but their successors after they were killed?

Perhaps none of this matters to history.

But for Hua Xiaobai of this body, for Hua Zhongjun, it is very important.

For it was their father who was killed, and they were the ones who were killed.

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

Not everyone in this world can make history.

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

There are 230,000 words on this clock, but there is no place where the name of a craftsman can be written.

Perhaps, in the dark, there is a force to let yourself experience this legend.

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

It should not be forgotten.

......

The moon is slanting and the stars are sparse, and Gu Xiaobai and Hua Zhongjun walked back.

Behind them, the bell factory is still in flames, and the period of January is fleeting, and then they don't want to come out of the way, I'm afraid it's really dead.

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

A lantern, two figures, swaying in the night, the surrounding is empty, the wind and grass are moving, very afraid of people.

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

Walking out of the range of the bell factory, there was darkness before and after, Hua Zhongjun suddenly said to Gu Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, I heard from the craftsmen that sometimes the bell can't be cast, because the bell has no spirituality, and in ancient times, the cadre Mo Xie jumped into the furnace, which made the peerless sword......

Speaking of this, Hua Zhongjun's hand suddenly clenched, and Xiaobai's hand hurt.

"What are you thinking? It doesn't matter. Gu Xiaobai's head was thinking about how to cast this bell at this time, and he casually reprimanded when he heard the words.

He went around the clock foundry and already had an understanding of the conditions 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 for it......

But that's what the workers say...... If you don't make the bell cast, you and your father will have to ......" Hua Zhongjun let go of Gu Xiaobai's hand, and looked at Gu Xiaobai's little back with a lantern, and there were already tears in his eyes.

Her father is like a mountain, and her younger brother is young, what should she do?

Gu Xiaobai was just about to say something more, when suddenly a black shadow rushed out from the oblique stab.

"What's it!" Gu Xiaobai instantly woke up from his contemplation and looked up at the behemoth that rushed out.

Before he could see what it was, Hua Zhongjun screamed "Xiaobai" and rushed forward desperately.

(Note: The technique of casting bronze bells in the Ming Dynasty is referenced from Song Yingxing's "Heavenly Creation"; other bibliography and materials for this plot include "Ming and Qing Folk Songs Mobilization" (this book is a good boy don't read it, it will subvert the three views), "

Music Acoustics and Psychoacoustics", "History of Chinese Music Acoustics", "Dai Nianzu's Collected Works, Careful Contemplation of the History of Science and Technology", "Music Acoustics - Acoustic Principles and Applications of Sound, Musical Instruments, Computer Music, MIDI, Concert Hall", "The Road of Tianrui" (Report on the casting of Tianrui Century Bell), the ancient legend of the Beijing Bell Tower, etc., because of the plot, there will be some that do not conform to historical facts, scientific development history or historical figures...... ）