Chapter 311 Half-success also has to be celebrated
Excited heart and trembling hands.
Song Yang put down the gramophone and carefully picked up the vinyl record.
This vinyl record is the first recorded master disc in the world. If it succeeds, you can imagine how precious it will be in the future.
Song Yang put the record in place and then gently turned the clockwork.
Finally, place the reading head at the beginning of the record's texture.
"Didi didi~"
After a while, the sound of the flute sounded from the speaker!
"Oops! There really is a sound!"
"Yes! There is really a sound!"
"My lord, this gramophone actually produced sound! Sure enough, it preserved the sound!"
"Your Majesty is so powerful!"
Fang Zhe, Yu Ming, Ma Cheng and other officials were shouting.
The old master was even more excited and shouted: "What a miraculous skill! What a miraculous skill!"
But the three Mohists look at the problem from another perspective.
"Brother, look at this black disk spinning!"
Xu Ling pointed at the spinning record and exclaimed.
"The prince just turned the mechanism and it turned. There must be a mechanism like a clockwork or a gear inside!"
Qi Yuan saw it clearly and explained.
"This phonograph should have used a special method to retain the sound on the disc, then used the thin iron needle to read the sound, and finally used the speaker to amplify the sound."
Wang Hun looked at the overall principle and guessed quite a bit.
"Didi didi~"
The prelude is over.
Everyone is looking forward to the wonderful singing.
However……
The three Xishis were walking down the road under the tree... They choked on the gun all night long...
"Pfft~"
Song Yang was the first to squirt.
What the hell is this!
The prelude just now sounds a little interesting.
Why did it end up like this when it came time to sing?
"Isn't that what we heard just now?"
"That's not right, right? It sounds like a girl's voice!"
"I seem to be able to understand the lyrics a little bit, but... the accent seems to have come to the Southwest... No! It has gone to the Western Regions!"
Everyone was confused. When they heard the prelude, they thought they were about to enjoy the sounds of nature.
The result is direct damage to the mind and ears.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
"No! Don't let it go!"
Tong Qian was shocked, pulled Song Yang and shouted.
If this song spreads, Tong Qian's reputation will be ruined.
After all, this girl has taught art troupes, and now the art troupe in Jiangzhou City can tour various places!
"Okay, okay! Stop! Stop now!"
Song Yang held back his laughter and pulled up the needle, and the sound was instantly silenced.
The world is purified.
"Haha! Hahaha!" Song Yang couldn't help laughing again.
"Humph! It's all your fault, why did my voice become like this!" Tong Qian looked at Song Yang and said sadly.
"Ha...that...maybe the speed is slow." Song Yang laughed for a while before he recovered.
Record players, tape recorders, etc. all have this problem. When the rotation speed is slowed down, the tone and timbre of the sound will change.
All in all, it sounds very uncomfortable.
Song Yang re-tightened the spring and then put the probe back.
This time, Song Yang shook the handle with his own hand.
It turned much faster than it did just now.
"The sand in the Chu River gathers and disperses, and the sun and the moon change..."
After the prelude, Tong Qian's voice finally came out.
"This... although it sounds better than before, it still doesn't seem quite right!"
"Yeah. I can hear the lyrics clearly, and the tone is similar, but it still sounds weird."
Everyone started talking again.
Indeed, after Song Yang started shaking his hand, he felt much better than before.
At least the tone has returned to the Southwest from the Western Regions.
Although it is not yet in the Central Plains, it is much closer...
"Your Majesty, could you try turning a little faster?" Tong Qian suggested.
Tong Qian looked very unnatural, but she could hear her own voice, but it was too unpleasant to hear.
It affects your own image too much.
Song Yang nodded and said, "Then I'll try to turn faster."
Song Yang exerted force on his hand, and the turntable spun faster.
The timbre began to change, but no matter how Song Yang adjusted his strength, there was always a big gap with reality.
"Bang!"
The last time I exerted force, the handle broke.
The handle broke, and Song Yang immediately raised the probe.
The gramophone also stopped working.
"This... Wangye has been very successful. At least it can be used to transmit sounds. If you record a sound, it can even be transmitted to Lingnan."
Fang Zhe saw that Song Yang had damaged the machine and couldn't help but persuade him.
He was afraid that Song Yang would get angry.
Others will also follow your advice and I will say something.
Song Yang waved his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. It's the first experiment. It's not normal to fail. Look at that steam engine, how long did it take to build it?"
"Although this gadget is small, the technological content inside it is quite high. As technology catches up in the future, records can be made smaller and smaller, and can even be as big as a fingernail. However, it can hold more content than you can imagine.
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"Now we have failed, but we have gained a lot of manufacturing experience."
"So, failure is the mother of success, and you will succeed sooner or later."
"Besides, this king is not a complete failure this time."
"It's semi-successful. You see, the sound is there, and you can also get a general idea. The idea is right. It should be that the mechanical process needs to be adjusted."
Song Yang explains the gains and losses to everyone, which can be regarded as a kind of self-comfort.
"Your Majesty, it stands to reason that if you want to store more things, you have to make them bigger. For example, the boxes we put things in, big boxes can hold more things."
"Why does the smaller the disk, the more things it holds?"
Everyone was immersed in Song Yang's self-comfort, except for the three Mohists who still had different concerns.
Xu Ling even directly asked what was on her mind.
Song Yang smiled and pointed at the vinyl record.
"Let's use an analogy. A record is so big. If you want to write a palm-sized word on it, how many words can you write on it? Five or six would be enough."
"But what if you want to write in small regular script? You can always write 1,800 of them."
"As long as the characters are small enough, more things can be put into the same large container."
Song Yang vividly explained what he just said.
San Mozhe fell into deep thought again.
They can understand what Song Yang said, but their understanding is limited.
For example, why should the words be made very small?
The writing is so small, can’t I see it clearly?
Of course, they still have to digest these contents.
Song Yang ignored the stunned Mo Zhe and sent everyone to the canteen to eat.
Said to be a celebration of the semi-success of the gramophone.
Although everyone doesn’t know, there is nothing to celebrate about semi-success.
But Song Yang was just happy, eating and drinking when he should.
For Song Yang, the semi-success of the gramophone was actually a big step forward.
Regarding the application of magnetism and disk recording, these are all experiences.
While teaching Mo Zhe, he himself also thought a lot.
Know-it-all, this is Song Yang's mentality right now, so he happily had a drink.
When we arrived at the cafeteria, everyone was sitting in rows.
Song Yang is here, and everyone else takes their seats at once.
Soon the food and wine were served, and everyone ate happily.
Tong Qian poked Song Yang's thigh while doing it.
"Ah?" Song Yang looked at Tong Qian confused.
Tong Qian came close to Song Yang's ear and whispered: