Siheyuan: Xu Damao, I want to go to the moon

In the Central Courtyard, everyone gathered after dinner. There was nothing delicious to eat and no entertainment activities recently.

Everyone had nothing to do, and when they heard that Xu Damao had come up with a new thing, they came over to take a look.

You absolutely cannot afford it. You must be crazy to spend more than 2,600 yuan to buy a useless "tape recorder". For ordinary people like us who care about national affairs, we can just listen to the radio.

recording?

Does it have the same function as a phonograph?

Isn't that ZBism?

Was it Xu Damao who did it?

That's no problem, what did he say it was called?

There's nothing wrong with being in SHism and making money from ZBism!

It can be considered as robbing the poor to help the rich.

He never intended to make money from us poor working people, and Xu Damao never took a salary. He donated all of it. No one can say anything about this.

After a while, most people had arrived, and the lights in the yard were turned on by connecting wires from Shazhu He Daqing's house. Looking at the dim light, Xu Damao felt a little unhappy - when would they get a solar panel down? And the LED lights, the brightness of the bulbs is too low, it would be better to just have a bonfire party.

He placed the tape recorder on the eight-immortals table in the middle of the courtyard. Even Lou Xiao'e, Yu Shui and others came out to see what was going on, because Xu Damao said that this thing could record songs, and they all wanted to try it!

Then Xu Damao explained to everyone -

"First of all, this thing of mine can be powered by batteries or connected to electricity. It has a voltage stabilizer inside, so I don't have to buy batteries all the time."

In front of everyone, Xu Damao connected the wires to the conversion plug on the light bulb.

The light bulb flickered slightly, but luckily it didn't explode, otherwise it would have been a huge embarrassment.

"Then, one of the basic functions of my tape recorder is to be able to receive sound."

As soon as he pulled out the antenna, everyone understood. It was exactly the same as a radio.

I randomly tuned into a few channels and the sound quality was very clear, the volume was loud and clear, and it had certain anti-noise and anti-filtering capabilities.

This alone makes it much better than the domestic radios on the market, but everyone is not surprised by this, because the portable radios produced by Xu Damao before had this function, which beats all the radios on the market.

"Da Mao, don't mention the radio function, we all know this!"

"Yes, yes. Our boy was taught how to make a crystal radio at school. We don't need this. Show us some rare functions."

Xu Damao smiled. It seemed that everyone was a little impatient. "Well, everyone, take a look at this."

He pulled out a cassette and took it out of the transparent box.

"This is a tape, it's used for recording."

"Then put it in this card slot, close it, and wait a moment before you can record."

"Who wants to sing a song or perform a Peking opera or something? I'll record it for you!"

But after saying this, everyone became shy. What if this was really recorded like a phonograph, and what if the singing was not good?

Wouldn't that be a laughing stock?

Everyone began to hesitate.

Seeing that no one volunteered, Xu Damao started calling the roll.

"Silly Zhu, take the lead and sing a song. Don't you like to sing "The Empty City Strategy" when you cook?"

When his name was called, Sha Zhu felt a little embarrassed, but he was a carefree person and a bit of a crowd pleaser, so he just stood up.

"Well, gentlemen, I will take the lead and show off my ugliness. If I don't sing well, please don't laugh at me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone started laughing.

"Shazhu, just sing as you like, it's okay, we can hear you in our yard."

"That's not in the factory, what are you afraid of?"

"Well, I'll start, um..." He cleared his throat a little, and then pretended to sing -

"I am a casual person in Wolonggang. I can easily control the universe by discussing yin and yang. The late emperor came to Nanyang three times to invite me to the throne, which made the Han Dynasty's business three-way..."

You know what, although it's not so authentic, it sounds quite unique when paired with Sha Zhu's rough voice. It's quite nice to sing it while having a gathering and chatting in the yard.

Can't everyone be a musician?

"... Zhang Yide made three loud noises at the bridgehead, breaking the bridge and frightening Cao Cao, who then scared off his troops. Cao Mengde went down south to the Yangtze River and was invited by Lu Su, who debated with the scholars and stumped Xue Cong."

After the song was over, everyone cheered for Sha Zhu. Then Sha Zhu clasped his fists and shyly bowed to all the men, young and old, then turned to look at Xu Damao.

"This is the end of the song——"

"and then?"

Xu Damao finally reacted: "Oh my, I was listening so attentively just now...I forgot to record it——"

"Hahahahahaha!" Everyone laughed non-stop.

Sha Zhu looked aggrieved: "What should I do?"

You know, this was Sha Zhu's best performance, and he was hoping to leave a good record.

"Sing it again, I promise to record it well this time!" Xu Damao patted his chest and said seriously.

What else can be done?

Sha Zhu had no choice but to sing it again. Singing Peking opera is different from singing ordinary songs. Sometimes the falsetto needs to be sung by pinching the throat. After a few times, Sha Zhu's voice broke.

"... Xiahou Dun led his troops to invade the border at Bowangpo, and Guan and Zhang used a trick to attack with fire - attack - cough..."

"This part doesn't count, let's do it again."

"It's already been recorded. Okay, let's see how it turns out."

Xu Damao clicked the playback button, and Sha Zhu's voice came out from the recorder.

"I am a casual person in Wolonggang. I can easily control the universe by discussing yin and yang..."

"I believe Guan and Zhang used a trick to attack with fire - attack - cough... this part doesn't count, let's do it again and again."

Even the sounds of his cracked voice and coughing were recorded, and the sound was much louder than the phonograph and the radio at Yan Bugui's place. It was also clear and crisp, with a hint of heavy bass effect, which was really good.

"Oh my god, it was actually recorded. This thing is great!"

"It's just too expensive. We ordinary people can't afford it."

"Those are for artists, right, Mr. Xu?"

Seeing everyone so enthusiastic, Xu Damao also explained: "I launched this new product to grab the market and make more money from foreigners."

"But I estimate that in about half a year to a year, major domestic manufacturers will also produce tape recorders. The technology for this thing is not too difficult."

"By that time, not every household will have one, but every yard will have one. We only need tapes to record, and the cost is not particularly high."

Xu Damao took out the tape and showed it to everyone.

Price reduction is something that happens when a price war breaks out after the market is saturated. Now, things are still more valuable because they are scarce.

Looking at the tape in Xu Damao's hand, Sha Zhu asked in disbelief, "My song was recorded in such a small thing?"

"How much is this tape?"

"It's 20 US dollars, and you can record two hours of video on both sides, which is about 2 to RMB per box."

"Oh, it's so expensive, we can't afford it!"