The contestant who was performing in the pavilion of Mochou Lake had a small wooden box hanging on his chest, holding a glass light bulb in one hand, and turning the handle in front of his chest with the other hand. As he turned, the light bulb emitted a soft light, saying
Softness is compared to the two dazzling arc lights on the lake.
This man actually invented the vacuum light bulb! Liu Ziguang was very interested and ordered the boatman to move closer so he could see clearly.
The man was a young man wearing a blue silk straight cut. He held up a shining light bulb and introduced himself stammeringly: "Xiao...Xiao Ke's surname...Ai Mingcong, courtesy name...Disheng, lives in Jubaomen,
This is the self-grinding electric glazed lamp invented by Xiao Kefa...fa...fa...I would like to take this opportunity of the Good Man Competition to ask the...ladies and gentlemen present...if any of them are willing to have it?"
The female relatives on the boat were disappointed and retreated to the cabin to crack melon seeds and chat. "A stammer actually came here to sell some broken glass lamps. I really don't know how the competition was arranged?" "That is, I want to sell things to the Confucius Temple. Why?
I'm so frustrated when I come here." The women grumbled and threw the peels and shells of melon seeds into the water.
Addison wanted to continue to say something, but the audience was already booing. The idlers were squatting on the ground and trees around them with their arms folded, cheering, whistling, and driving him off the stage. "Get down, you idiot."
"Go home and sell your glass lanterns to your mother." Someone shouted, causing the whole room to burst into laughter. It could be regarded as a small episode to ease the mood during the competition.
The judges still scored the scores seriously. The signs held up by the five judges were all with a huge "x", indicating that KO was eliminated without any points.
Addison had a grimace and wanted to say something, but the emcee had already started calling the next contestant's name, "Next, Wang Liuge, selected from the Choir of the Ministry of Internal Affairs!" A judge kindly advised Addison: "What's so clever about this little brother?"
It's better to send your stuff to the Ministry of Industry, what's being compared here is talent, not craftsmanship."
Addison walked off the stage in despair. Next up was a handsome young man wearing white powder and lipstick. He was wearing a dark floral round-neck brocade white robe and red satin shoes. He waved as soon as he came up: "Hello everyone, I am
The song left by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, today I bring you a song "Sifan", I hope you like it, thank you~~~" The bright voice can be heard throughout Mochou Lake, even the last boat can be heard clearly
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The women all got out of the cabin, and the whole lake became lively, "Liu Ge! Liu Ge!" The shrill cries of the women made the idle men excited, "This little eunuch is so handsome, he is better than the new ones from Da Luan.
Those prostitutes are much more handsome!"
"Yes, not only is the person handsome, but the music he sings is also handsome. So what, how do you say it? Zhang Laosan?"
"If you are illiterate, then you will hear lingering sounds lingering around for three days."
Liu Ziguang was more interested in Addison who stepped off the stage and disappeared into the crowd. He saw the boat not far from the shore, told Peng Jingrong and stepped on other people's boats all the way to the shore.
Addison was stumbling along in front, his thin back silhouetted by the arc lights hanging high, making him look particularly lonely. The crowd gathered around Wang Liuge to listen to the music, and no one paid attention to the whereabouts of this clown.
He walked to a place where no one was around, sat down quietly, stroked the colored glass lamp in his hand, and said nothing. Liu Ziguang, who was following him ten meters away, also stopped and observed what this genius inventor wanted to do.
After a long while, Addison raised his head, his chest was already wet, and he was crying silently, "Mom, my child is unfilial and has ruined all the family fortune left by his father. He even spent the money to buy medicine for you."
Come on, mother, the baby has taken the first step." The voice was dull and low, revealing deep despair and sadness.
He stood up, took off his belt, put his hand on the nearby crooked neck tree, tied a deadlock, tested the load-bearing, then placed the small wooden box for power generation under his feet, preparing to hang himself.
At this time, Wang Liuge's high-pitched singing voice could be heard in the lake pavilion, resounding through the sky. Halfway through the song, Wang Liuge interacted with fans and shouted: "Everyone, come together!"
Then the whole lake boiled, and the men and women sang "Sifan" together, singing and laughing. The whole good man competition reached its climax.
This colorful world can no longer be seen. Addison glanced at the brightly lit Mochou Lake with nostalgia, and resolutely hung his neck in the knot. Suddenly, a strange voice came from behind him: "Are you going to leave like this?"
So? Do you want me to send someone with white hair to someone with black hair?"
Addison's hand holding the hanging rope froze, "I have no shame in living anymore. I ran out of money, pawned all the house and property, and borrowed three hundred taels of silver from usury. The clothes on my body and the money I paid to sign up for the competition are all
I borrowed it, but no one is willing to buy my invention, my wife has run away, and my mother is seriously ill and dying, so what’s the point of me surviving?" After that, he continued to put his head into the noose.
"What if I am willing to buy your invention?" Liu Ziguang said slowly.
"Seriously?" Addison's eyes seemed to light up for a moment, then dimmed again, "I spent nearly three thousand taels of silver on this piece of shit, and the hole will not be patched up anyway. If sir, I think there is something left in this thing.
If you want, just give me ten taels of silver, so that I can buy a thin-skinned coffin and send it to my mother before I go to seek death."
Sadness is greater than heartbreak. It seems that this genius's self-confidence has been completely destroyed, and he only dares to offer ten taels of silver for the light bulb he invented.
"Look at this glass bottle, it's a modified Western wine bottle. The filament is made of bamboo charcoal. It took me countless hours just to extract the air inside. The materials used in the power box are also very particular. Look at the handle.
It's made of copper, this wooden box is made of sandalwood, and this wire is made of pure silver. The silversmith's craftsmanship for engraving alone cost five hundred yuan." Addison finally got off the box, sat on the ground and hugged him.
The generator came over and explained in a low voice.
As he talked, he couldn't help sobbing as he thought about all the ups and downs in the invention process, "This is my lifeline. I won't seek death even if it's easy. The glass lamp I made earlier
, when it was delivered to the Manufacturing Department of the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry, the supervisor directly threw it out and broke it into pieces. He said it was garbage. I argued a few words in a young and energetic manner and was beaten with a stick. The supervisor also said that as long as he was in office for one day, it would be destroyed.
I was never allowed to step into the Ministry of Industry. Unfortunately, the glazed lanterns I had been working on for two years were rejected by him with just one word. I took them to the market of Confucius Temple to sell them, and the bosses at most were only willing to give me a tael of silver.
They also laughed at me and said that this thing can only be used for coaxing children. In desperation, I could only borrow decent clothes and a little bit of money to participate in this good man contest. I hoped that the dignitaries present would be knowledgeable, but I didn’t expect it.
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Addison did not stutter, he was just too nervous when on stage. His thin cheeks, dull eyes, and thin body all proved that this person was overworked and malnourished for a long time.
His eyes were still full of tears, but he was no longer sobbing, "Sir, would you like ten taels of silver?"
Liu Ziguang took the glass lamp and looked at it. This was the first real electric lamp in the world, but it was ignored by these idiots.
"Of course ten taels of silver won't do." Liu Ziguang paused, "I'll pay one hundred thousand taels of silver."