Green Water City, the lanterns are coming on.

It has been more than three months since he came to Puozhou. This is Li Banfeng's first time in the city.

Ma Wu said that the cities in Puzhou may not be as good as those in other states, but the nights in Green Water City are equally bright.

Li Banfeng saw the light and lighting up the lights was a grand ceremony that occurred every day in Green Water City.

Because electricity cannot be transmitted over long distances, gas lights have become the protagonist of the night.

The patrolman carried torches and pedals and lit up the street lights on both sides of the street one by one.

Each store sent a clerk to light up the light boxes with signs one by one.

Gas lamps are very bright, no less bright than some electric lamps.

What surprised Li Banfeng even more was that the gas lamp could flicker.

On the gas outlet pipe, there is a valve driven by steam. Relying on the heat of the gas lamp itself, the valve opens and closes according to certain rules to control the flow of gas.

The valve is fully open, the gas volume is large, and the light box is very bright.

The valve is half open, the gas volume is small, and the light box will dim again.

Some valves are also equipped with special powder to allow the light box to continuously change colors.

Ma Wu is right, Green Water City is a city, a big city.

Maybe the buildings are not as high as Yuezhou, and the streets are not as wide as Yuezhou, but this is a real city, and Li Banfeng can smell the unique smell of the city.

The tallest building is called Heping Building, which is owned by the Lu family. It contains shopping malls, restaurants, and reportedly a cinema.

The building with the best land is called Paramount, which is also a business of the Lu family. There is endless drinking, endless dancing, and countless high-cut cheongsams.

Ma Wu said that the most promising place is called Xiaoyaowu, where there are dancing kings, singing queens, and more than a hundred stars of tomorrow who are being polished.

Xiaoyaowu was once the property of Ma Wu. Li Banfeng promised Ma Wu that he must go there and have a look in the future, but now is not the time.

Li Banfeng now only wants to find Miaosheng Record Player Store. Ma Wuchang asked them to burn records. The quality of their record players is very guaranteed.

After many twists and turns, Li Banfeng found the record player shop. This store was not big. Li Banfeng pushed the door open and walked in. The store was only five or six square meters. There was a counter over one meter long and two hand-cranked record players.

On the counter.

Have you come to the wrong place?

Li Banfeng retreated to the door and took a look.

You're right, it's a record player store.

There was a man sitting behind the counter, wearing a black top hat, a black tuxedo, a white shirt, and a black tie. He had no beard on his lower lip and a mustache on his upper lip.

At first, the man seemed to be taking a nap. Li Banfeng retreated to the door and looked at the sign again, but he woke up.

The mustache stood up, smiled and said to Li Banfeng: "Hello, sir, welcome. I am Ling Miaosheng from Miaosheng Record Player Store. Which record player of ours do you like?"

Li Banfeng looked at the two flimsy hand-cranked record players on the counter, shook his head and said, "It's not these two anyway."

Ling Miaosheng was startled, looked at Li Banfeng in astonishment and said, "Sir, you don't like these two record players?"

"Yes!" Li Banfeng didn't think there was anything special about these two record players.

Ling Miaosheng said with a serious expression: "It seems that what you want is not simple. Could you please tell me, what kind of record player do you want?"

What kind of record player?

What kind of record player can this small shop have?

Li Banfeng said: "Show me your best record player."

"Okay sir." Ling Miaosheng walked out of the counter, waved with one hand, and a curtain suddenly lifted off the wall.

The curtain is the same color as the wall.

Not only are they exactly the same, but they fit so perfectly that no trace can be seen.

Behind the curtain is a wooden door.

squeak~

Ling Miaosheng pushed open the wooden door and stretched out a hand to the door: "Sir, please come inside."

Li Banfeng followed Ling Miaosheng into the wooden door. Behind the door was a corridor. Because the light was very weak, Li Banfeng could not see the end of the corridor with his eyesight.

This store is not small.

It's just that the pattern is a bit special.

Ling Miaosheng led Li Banfeng to a door, gently opened the door and walked in, and motioned to Li Banfeng to be gentler.

Why are you so cautious?

Is there anyone sleeping here?

Ling Miaosheng came to the center of the room and quietly lit a candle.

The room was quite large, and with the candlelight, Li Banfeng could barely see the four walls.

In the center of the room, an object the size of a bedside table was covered with a cloth.

This should be the most expensive record player in this store, right?

Li Banfeng was looking forward to it.

Ling Miaosheng first grabbed a handful of golden particles and placed them under the curtain.

Li Banfeng felt excited.

Is this fuel?

Is it also a steam record player?

As Ling Miaosheng slowly lifted the veil, the answer was revealed.

This record player has a very white body, a very red head, and two very bright eyes.

The "fuel" Ling Miaosheng sprinkled was actually corn.

The record player stretched out its head, ate the corn, clucked, and cleared its throat.

Ling Miaosheng ordered: "Sing a song "Autumn Water Beauty"."

The record player stretched its neck and started singing:

Hey hey~

Looking through the autumn water,

Missing the beauty’s figure,

More and more leakage,

The lonely goose calls two or three times,

…

Li Banfeng looked at Ling Miaosheng and asked, "Is this a singing chicken?"

Ling Miaosheng nodded and said: "This is the best record player in our store. It can sing more than thirty songs. As long as the owner patiently raises it, it can learn many songs."

Li Banfeng didn't know why this big rooster with red combs and snow-white fur could sing, but this chicken was obviously not what he wanted.

"Boss Ling, I want a normal record player, such as one made in Amican. Do you have one?"

Ling Miaosheng nodded and said, "Yes, sir, please come this way."

Li Banfeng followed Ling Miaosheng into another room, which was more spacious. There were more than a dozen record players in the room, all produced by Amican.

Ling Miaosheng introduced: "The record players made by Amican are not as durable as Chemanguo and not as refined as Ingrid, but the things they make have a unique charm.

I can’t even describe the unique charm, but I always feel that the things they make are particularly bold and bold.”

As she spoke, Ling Miaosheng opened the curtain and revealed the first record player.

"This is a wind-up record player. When you sing a song, you can wind it up again. The sound is clear. The case is lightweight and does not take up space."

Ling Miaosheng played a song on the record player, and Li Banfeng shook his head slightly.

The sound quality of this record player is far different from that of my wife, and the record player is too small, so I don’t think I can use the accessories.

Ling Miaosheng opened another record player. This one was very large, nearly two meters long and wide. The tray above the record player was slightly similar to the lady's, and there was a huge tie rod attached to the case.

Ling Miaosheng pulled the lever, and the record player whirred in its belly.

It turned out to be a drawbar bellows.

Driven by the sound of wind, the windmill inside the chassis began to rotate.

Ling Miaosheng explained: "The windmill has a speed regulator. No matter how strong the wind is, the windmill can rotate at a constant speed.

You can usually pull the bellows and listen to music at the same time. The disadvantage is that the noise is a bit louder.

You can also pull the bellows to charge the spring, and then listen to music. The spring can be charged for up to two hours."

After accumulating power in the clockwork, Ling Miaosheng wiped away her sweat, flipped the switch, and the record player started singing.
To be continued...