In the home of the Imperial Finance Minister, the 80-year-old Finance Minister looked at the toothbrush in his hand with a curious look on his face.
"Old Marquis, you might as well try it tonight. Use this to brush your teeth. It will definitely refresh your mouth!" Dingbei Marquis explained.
"Haha!" The finance minister grinned, showing the fence-like teeth in his mouth, and said: "You think I am that old immortal from Tang Tian. Now I have a mouth full of steel teeth. How delicious is it to eat! My cultivation level
Far inferior to him, he ages quickly and half of the teeth in his mouth have fallen out. I can no longer use this gadget!"
"I don't need it, can I give it to my family? It's not a valuable thing. I brought a lot this time!" Dingbei Hou said, taking out a handful and putting it on the table.
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"Okay! I don't know about you kid yet, so you must have something to ask me for! We've agreed, do you want money? Your Hongyuan City is now the food city of the empire, and I didn't suggest that the emperor charge you more taxes.
That’s pretty good!”
"Haha! Don't worry, Mr. Hou, I'm not here to ask for money from you!" Dingbei Hou explained.
"No money!" the finance minister asked, and without waiting for Dingbeihou's reply, he loudly ordered: "Come here, put away Dingbeihou's filial gadgets!"
"Uh!" Marquis Dingbei twitched the corner of his mouth twice and smiled bitterly in his heart: "They say you are an old kid, you are an old kid, but this is really the case!"
After the servants entered the room and took away the toothbrush, Dingbei Hou took out the white silk sent by Jiang Xingchen from his arms: "Old Marquis, look at this!"
"Huh?" The Minister of Finance glanced at Dingbei Hou in confusion, reached out and took the white silk, opened it, and lowered his head to look at it.
Soon, the Chancellor's expression became solemn, and he no longer looked as relaxed as before, and his eyes were shining.
Marquis Dingbei kept watching the Minister of Finance's reaction, and couldn't help but have a proud smile on his lips.
After a long while, the finance minister raised his head, put the white silk into his arms, and asked in a low voice: "Did you come up with this thing? What do you want? Just tell me directly. As long as I can do it, I will help you."
You do it!"
Although the finance minister tried his best to control his emotions, his hoarse voice still showed his agitated mood!
Marquis Dingbei had known such a result for a long time, but he was not in a hurry at this time, and began to think deeply. This made the Minister of Finance get angry and wanted to punch him in the face.
"That's right!" Dingbei Hou raised his head and explained: "You must also know that the person who made this thing is my lord Jiang Xingchen... I came to you to expand his territory.
thing!"
"Territory expansion?" The finance minister suddenly frowned. Jiang Xingchen certainly knew that. As an important minister who supported the emperor's strategy, he certainly knew the benchmark that the emperor had set in the eyes of the people. However, it was too difficult to expand the territory.
As if he saw the difficulty of the Finance Minister, Dingbei Hou chuckled and lowered his voice and said: "Old Marquis, you don't know, the emperor still has Jiang Xingchen's other achievements in his hands!"
"Oh!" The Minister of Finance's eyes lit up, and then he squeezed out a frown on his face, and he and Dingbei Hou both made hey sounds at the same time...
In another direction of the capital, at the home of the head of the aristocratic management department, a young man was playing with a musical instrument similar to a pipa with a smile, making a sound as clear as water.
"Yuan Hao, what is this!" Opposite the young man, Yuan Xixuan, the chief official of the aristocratic management department asked.
"This is a newly invented musical instrument by Xuanyuan Tianzong. It's called the plucking instrument. It completely breaks the previous form of instruments that were mainly played by wind. I asked Mu Shaodong from Hengtong Trading Company to buy it at a huge price!
"Yuan Hao said.
"Can Hengtong Trading Company obtain the newly invented musical instruments of Xuanyuan Tianzong?" Yuan Xixuan asked with some doubts. Although there are many trading firms that buy and sell on both sides of the enemy for huge profits, it is impossible to obtain newly invented things, even if this is
It is not war material.
"Haha! I heard from Mu Shaodong that although this instrument has not been promoted yet, it is already used by singing and dancing groups in a small area. He spent a lot of money to buy it and even learned how to play it!"
After a pause, Yuan Hao changed the topic and said: "I tried it today, and the sound of this plucking can perfectly match the big drum... The highest award in the New Year performance this time will definitely be mine!"
When Yuan Xixuan heard this, he no longer thought about the problem of Hengyuan Trading Company and asked with a smile: "You just studied dance music at the Imperial College for a few years. Have you been able to play this new instrument? Are you so sure?"
...Now many people are looking forward to watching the song "Man Should Be Strong" during the Chinese New Year performance!"
Yuan Hao smiled and said: "No problem, if I can't do it, others can. I joined the Cai Feng Song and Dance Troupe, which was number one last year. The strength of everyone in it is second to none in the empire. It's up to them to play. I have good cultivation, or
Drumming is better... Haha, with the combination of plucked strings and big drums, you can definitely play more passionate music, and Caifeng's people can also choreograph a dance that surpasses Xie Wanrou's!"
"Yeah!" Yuan Xixuan nodded and said, "Take this opportunity to overpower Jiang Xingchen. He improved too quickly some time ago!"
Yuan Hao curled his lips and said calmly: "He is just a young baron with no background. Even if the Marquis of Dingbei appreciates him, it is probably because of Xie Wanrou. This song and dance performance did not win the highest award, so the Marquis of Dingbei will throw him into the
One side!"
Yuan Xixuan smiled and said no more. He thought of something and lowered his head in deep thought...
In the Imperial Academy of Hongyuan City, Jiang Xingchen had a sad face and was thinking hard about how to explain to Wanrou and several judges what string music was.
In order to cooperate with the big drum, Jiang Xingchen proposed the concept of string music as soon as he came, which made several people stunned. Fortunately, Wanrou had already seen all kinds of magic of Jiang Xingchen, but several judges were completely confused. They still
I was thinking about telling Jiang Xingchen my thoughts, but I didn't expect that when he came, he just said something they had never heard before.
Actually, Jiang Xingchen was originally going to make a suona, and the original song "Man's Self-Strength" used the suona, but that one needed reeds for the reeds, but where can I find the reeds now?
A pipa would be fine, after all, that thing goes best with a big drum. But considering that he has never even seen a pipa up close, how could he do it?
As a last resort, he thought of the guzheng. At least there was a female classmate in the class who practiced it in his previous life, and he had seen it a few times. Although he didn't know the specific principle, he knew the shape, and he also knew that the bottom of the guzheng panel was empty and the strings vibrated.
The sound came from the empty box below.
As for explaining the string strings to a few people, it was really difficult for him. After thinking for a long time, he finally borrowed a bow from another department of the Imperial College. After plucking the strings and making vibrations, he told them that this was a string string.
Several people were fooled again. What is the principle? Can a bow be used to perform music?
When plucking the bow string, Jiang Xingchen was surprised to find that he could accurately grasp the position on the string that triggered the vibration based on the subtle vibration, as well as the amount of force he exerted, and then judge the direction of the bow string to both sides.
What vibration frequency will be emitted by extension?
In other words, he can locate the sound produced at every location.
"No, is it possible that you know that the array has developed to the knees just to make it easier for me to play the guzheng?" Jiang Xingchen smiled helplessly in his heart. Although this function has some pitfalls, it is undoubtedly the most useful one now, otherwise the guzheng would not be finished.
Bullets are useless.
Wanrou and the others watched Jiang Xingchen meditate while strumming different sounds on a bow string, and their calm expressions were once again surprised...
Then, they began the long production process.
Jiang Xingchen thought very simply. If the ancients on earth were able to make something, it would definitely not be difficult for him to do it if he had the Mingzhi Formation at his side.
But the actual situation is not like this. Compared with larger drums, it is extremely difficult to make a guzheng. Just looking for air-dried wood is a waste of time. It took more than 20 days and countless pieces of wood were destroyed.
Cleared.
At first, Jiang Xingchen and the others used hard solid wood, but the sound was not good, a bit heavy and dull, and not at all crisp and clear like a guzheng.
After that, they kept changing the wood and trying the size and shape of the box. With Jiang Xingchen's dexterous hands, it became a bit overwhelming and it was difficult to hold the knife.
What made Jiang Xingchen even more depressed was that he forgot how many strings there were in the guzheng: "The guzheng I saw back then had several strings, twenty-one, eighteen, or seventeen..."
Finally, based on the size of the zither body and the required width of the range, eighteen strings were decided upon.
Meier watched her brother fall asleep every day when he came home so tired that she felt so distressed that she wanted to cry. But she knew that this was a big deal and could not be delayed, so she could only prepare meals every day, boil hot water, and try her best to take care of him.
of daily life.
Wanrou and several judges are responsible for the most critical judgments of pitch, timbre quality, and timbre. After more than twenty days, everyone’s head was spinning.
At this time, Jiang Xingchen understood the wisdom of the ancients and shouted in his heart: "I will never underestimate the ancients again. This is simply not a job that humans can do!"
Finally, when Jiang Xingchen was so tired that he was about to vomit, they finally discovered that it was best to use soft pine wood to make the resonance box and hard solid wood to make the head, tail and beam of the guzheng. Only then could the main body of the guzheng be determined.
Then they studied the problem of the bottom plate, where to leave the sound port, how many sound ports to leave, and what shape. They had to try it again and again.
After a few days, several cabinets were scrapped, and Jiang Xingchen determined the location, opening three sound outlets in the front, middle and back.
The strings are still made of animal sinew wire, but after using it, it is not comfortable. If you use your fingers too much, and if you don't use a pick, the strings will be cut.
After thinking for a long time, he found the old man and asked him to go out to help find silk threads with good toughness and strength.
Of course, the old man couldn't let go of such an opportunity. Jiang Xingchen also promised to cook him delicious food that he had never eaten before, and the old man left with satisfaction...
While Jiang Xingchen and the others were concentrating on making guzheng with their heads down, Caifeng Song and Dance Troupe, which won the highest award last year, began performing continuously in the imperial capital.