New Shun 1730

There is no osmanthus in the capital, but the osmanthus month is still halfway through.

On August 14, Wude Palace had another three-day holiday, one for rest and the other for mid-autumn.

On the 14th, every family had something to do. They had to send gifts to their daughters' families. If they were short, it would be embarrassing for their daughters to stay at their husband's house.

The noble sons of Wude Palace had nothing to do, so they all responded to Liu Yu's invitation and came to Shichahai early in the morning.

The simple hot air balloon had been made, so Liu Yu chose Shichahai as the location for the first ascension.

This was also intentional.

Next to it was the Bell and Drum Tower, which was in a prosperous place. There were many people on August 14, which could cause a sensation.

It was only a hundred meters away from the imperial city. If you were interested, you could also take a peek at what the Forbidden City was like now from a high place.

This was courting death.

However, Liu Yu also thought clearly. It was originally a scheming test. If Dashun couldn't even accommodate a hot air balloon, he would have to make other plans in the future.

Since it was a gamble, he should learn from Bai Yunhang, the county magistrate of Fuqing County.

If he was going to gamble, he should gamble big. It would be great if the old emperor saw it in the Forbidden City. The outcome would probably be known today.

He had evil intentions and arrested more than a dozen noble children. If something really happened, he would not be held responsible.

The second sons of the founding dukes and marquises who went to school in the Wude Palace were basically here.

A dozen people heard Liu Yu bragging about "Li Bai must write a poem if he were resurrected" and thought they would definitely see something extraordinary.

But when Du Mantou drove the carriage to deliver the thing, they were all dumbfounded.

That's it?

That's it?

A pile of silk products, which could not be seen, were extremely huge and piled on the carriage.

Following behind were several strong men who looked like blacksmiths, carrying a large bellows for blowing air.

The silk product seemed to have been smeared with something, and the good silk became extremely ugly, as if it was stuck with something dirty.

"Brother Shouchang, you are not going to let us see this, are you? What is this?"

Tian Ping had the best relationship with Liu Yu, and he asked first. He had been hanging out with Liu Yu these days, and he knew what Mantou was doing outside.

But he had no interest in Western learning, so he didn't ask.

When Liu Yu mentioned that Li Bai would write a poem, he was moved.

From what Liu Yu said, if Li Bai were alive, the poems and songs he wrote would be as heroic as "The Road to Shu is Difficult", so he really wanted to know what it was because he loved the house and the dog.

Now he looked at it, and his heart was half cold.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, which is really true.

"So what you mean, Li Bai has never seen a flour bag made of silk in his life? In the notes of those literati in the future, there will inevitably be a comment that 'the third son of Duke Yi is a waste of natural resources'."

After making a few ruthless sarcastic remarks, Liu Yu laughed and scolded: "What do you know? You have all read the stories of the Guochao Dynasty. You know that the most difficult battle during the reign of Emperor Taizong was the siege of Jingzhou behind Jiugong Mountain. If there is this thing, you can get a glimpse of the whole city and arrange the troops, which is very helpful."

"This thing can make people fly!"

A thousand words are not as good as the word "fly".

Flying is the dream of mankind since ancient times. Flying is not a problem, but being able to make people fly is a problem.

If it can really carry people to fly, Li Bai will also pour out his heroic spirit without any hesitation.

But...this thing can't fly no matter how you look at it.

Before Liu Yu started, he sang a few high-sounding words, clearly stating that he was for "frontier battles and sieges", so he conceived this thing, which would be easy to explain in the future.

A group of people heard the word "fly" and were already in a frenzy. They all gathered around the carriage, touching and bumping.

"I say, Brother Shouchang, don't keep us in suspense. If you can really fly, I'll treat you to a drink tonight."

Tian Ping couldn't help but imagine the ambition of flying, tearing the strange-looking big bag that was more than ten feet long.

Liu Yu coughed lightly at the steamed bun, and several hired strong men at the back lifted the big silk bag off the car.

He set up the bellows for blacksmithing, took off his shirt, paid enough money, and worked hard, pulling the bellows and filling the huge bag with wind.

The rattan hanging basket was very strong, and a large oil candle for steaming hot air had been prepared on it. It could be customized if you were willing to spend money.

As the bellows were pulled, ordinary air entered the silk bag, which gradually swelled and began to sway with the breeze.

The flame has been lit at the lower diameter of the balloon, and the hanging basket is filled with sandbags, waiting for the air to heat up and then throw the sandbags to take off.

The places near the flames have been soaked with alum and caustic so as not to burn with fire.

It is July and the wind is not strong today, and the location is well chosen, so the autumn wind will not blow into the Forbidden City.

Seeing the whole big silk bag unfold, it is more than ten feet high, pulling the hanging basket below to shake repeatedly.

The dozen or so nobles who were watching the excitement were all dumbfounded. Even if they were uneducated, they knew that if they continued like this, as long as they threw all the sandbags in the hanging basket, wouldn’t they be able to fly?

Could it be that... this thing can really carry people to fly?

The diameter is more than 40 meters, which is not small to begin with, and it is even more obvious when it expands at this time.

People under the balloon look small, and the huge shadow also casts an indescribable shock.

"Isn't this just an enlarged Kongming lantern?"

I don't know who muttered in the crowd, Liu Yu said with a smile: "Isn't that right? It's a pity that the Kongming Lantern has been around for a long time, but you didn't think of making it bigger and carrying people. Now the title of the first person to ascend in the world is just It’s going to fall on my head. In the future, can I leave a name in the history books?”

When it comes to leaving a name in the history books, the people around me are excited.

Yes, it’s just an enlarged Kongming Lantern. Why didn’t you think of it? It looks like it's just made of silk. Among the people present, which one doesn't have a family with one thousand eight hundred taels of silver? This 1,800 taels of silver is enough for more than a hundred small households to live for more than a year, but for these noble families, it is just money leaking from the fingers. How could you not think of it?

If he could really fly, he would really have to leave his name in history.

Liu Yu jumped into the hanging basket first and shouted: "Who is willing to join me and be the first person in the world to ascend?"

Just after the shouting, a group of people yelled at the top of their lungs, but Tian Ping was smart and jumped directly into the hanging basket without shouting.

Even though he is tough when seeing horses and soft when hearing guns, he is not timid, it is just a certain psychological shadow.

After jumping up, he raised his hands to the others in a cowardly manner and said: "The one who is near the water and the tower first gets the moon. Brothers, I will fly first!"

The people below were all scolding Tian Ping for being cunning, or shouting: "The stupid bird flew first!"

Liu Yu laughed and waved at the steamed bun, indicating to untie the rope.

He and Tian Ping threw out all the sandbags in the hanging basket. As the rope was untied, the huge silk bag really steamed with the heat and left the ground.

Of course, Liu Yu had flown on civil aviation in his previous life, and had seen many soaring altitudes of several thousand meters, but this was the first time for Tian Ping to truly experience the feeling of being able to fly.

Holding the hanging basket of the balloon tightly with both hands, Tian Ping watched the ground under his feet getting further and further away. Tian Ping subconsciously unfolded his folding fan and found a poem from Tang poetry and Song Dynasty to express his feelings at this time.

But when he opened his fan, he didn't know what to say, and he was stuck there for a long time.

He was so full of literary talents that he couldn't find a suitable word at this time. He could only follow Liu Yu's mantra that he had learned in the past few days and turn a thousand words into one sentence.

"F*ck!!! Are you really flying?"

I saw the fluttering fallen leaves of the willow tree next to me, crossing the courtyard wall of the neighboring house. Red fruits were hanging on the pomegranate tree. A fat girl stood beside the fish tank, pointing blankly at the big balloon and shouting loudly.

The Bell Tower and Drum Tower not far away were originally out of reach, but now they are right at your feet.

Liu Yu was so high-spirited that he subconsciously turned his head to look at the Forbidden City a hundred meters away behind him.

He had just turned his head halfway when Tian Ping grabbed him and slapped Liu Yu in the face with the folding fan in his hand.

"Brother, are you crazy?"

Without saying much, he held Liu Yu tightly with one hand, shook his head and said: "Look northwest!"

Liu Yu's face felt a little painful, but he also knew that Tian Ping meant well, so he said smoothly, "Shoot Sirius?"

"Shoot your ass, Sirius? Looking to the southeast, that's the Taiye Pool! That's the Coal Mountain! That's the Hall of Supreme Harmony! Is that something we can look at from a high position? You have lived enough, brother, I haven't lived enough! "

Looking at the smoke curling up in the distance, facing northwest just below his feet, Tian Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now my mind got hot and I jumped in without even thinking about it. As he was really flying, he thought of the terrible possibility - what if he fell into the Forbidden City?

Fortunately, the direction of the wind was in the right direction, and he pulled Liu Yu to prevent Liu Yu from being unable to control himself and looking back. He stared blankly at his classmates who looked like ants at their feet, and looked up at the high clouds.

The green tiles on the roofs changed from clearly visible pieces to a large hazy mass; the towering pavilions gradually turned into small sculptures.

Boating on the Jishuitan in the distance; Fahua Temple where I once burned incense; the gate of the Duke's Mansion where I once stopped; the Wanping County Government where there was noisy; the joyful place where I once laughed; the Huguo Temple where I once worshiped …

All these things that I have seen before or have not seen before are condensed into a picture.

On August 14, the seventh year of Taixing, the capital city stretched out like this in their eyes, just like Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River".

The slightly swaying basket made Tian Ping, who had never climbed so high before, feel dizzy, but she still held on to the edge of the basket, forgetting the fear at high altitudes.

He just said nonchalantly: "You are right. If Li Taibai is resurrected, he will be able to compose a poem. He will be as proud as Shu Dao and Tianmu."

Unfortunately, it was not Tianbao at this time, and the royal surname was Li but not Tang. Tian Ping thought to himself, if Li Taibai were here, riding the wind and rising hundreds of feet, what kind of poem would he write?