He rushed all night for two consecutive days. On the evening of that day, Mao Geng finally assembled another pendulum escapement mechanism.

Mao Geng put down the heavy hammer with hope, then closed his eyes, and the escapement mechanism ticked in an instant. Mao Geng closed his eyes and was immersed in the continuous ticking sound. After a while, he opened his eyes. When he looked carefully, the pendulum swayed in front of his eyes, from left to right, and from right to left. The pendulum swayed back and forth, and the escapement wheel rotated a tooth, and then was hooked by the escapement hook. The pendulum swayed again, and the escapement wheel turned one square and was hooked. The escapement mechanism grabbed and moved, and it just went back and forth, and the wonderful rhythm made Mao Geng a little obsessed. In fact, after the 1990s, there were fewer and fewer mechanical clocks, and all the pendulum clocks turned into antiques.

Unconsciously, Mao Geng shook his head with the rhythm of the pendulum, and stopped shaking until someone brought food.

Strangely, the food delivered today was replaced by a sweet girl. The girl dressed up like a maid. She came into the room with a plate and saw a strange thing shaking on the square table, making a dripping sound. The table was filled with various things, and with these things occupied, there was no place for the food. The girl had to speak out:

"Mr. Mao, should you clean up the things on this table? Now it's time to have a meal."

After saying that, he smiled and revealed two shallow dimples.

Facing the sweet girl, Mao Geng unconsciously felt a little apologized.

No matter how messy the table was, the servant who delivered the food helped clean it up. Mao Geng didn't have to stretch out a finger. Mao Geng quickly cleaned up the earthen wrench, screwdriver and other tools and debris on the table, and moved the treasure-like pendulum escapement from the middle of the table to the side. The girl put down the food and greeted:

"Mr. Mao, you can eat it."

Mao Geng has no appetite these days. When he thinks of being forced to marry an ugly woman with a terrifying appearance, he feels like eating a fly. He can't eat any food. Most of the time he just picks a few bites and then puts down the dishes. Now a girl who is pleasing to the eye comes to him, as if he is deliberately trying to stimulate his fear of meeting ugly monsters tomorrow. When Mao Geng thinks about this, his emotions, who were originally excited because of the success of the escapement, were immediately poured into the air with a basin of cold water. So he felt very angry and said to the woman:

"It's not fun for me to eat alone. Why don't you come and eat with me?"

The girl smiled slightly and showed a pair of dimples again, making Mao Geng's eyes dazzled. The girl immediately said:

"Since Mr. Mao has given the order, the little woman dares not obey! Should Mr. Mao drink some wine? If he wants to drink, I will go and get a pot."

When Mao Geng saw the girl talking, he looked cute and silly, and naturally relaxed, he smiled:

"It just so happened that the pendulum was successful today. I should celebrate it with a little bit. OK, let's have some bar."

The girl took a pot of wine and started drinking with Mao Geng.

It was the beginning of the 11th month of the lunar calendar, and the weather was already a little cold. The temperature in the mountains was especially lower. When the wine entered the stomach, the whole body gradually became hot. The more Mao Geng drank, the more he felt more and more refreshed.

I asked the girl, and the girl just said she would call her Ling'er.

Ling'er didn't say much. Mao Geng asked three questions, but Ling'er might not have answered one. When she didn't answer, she just smiled slightly and revealed her two shallow dimples.

After drinking some wine, Ling'er's face turned red. Mao Geng glanced over from time to time, feeling that it was a small enjoyment to have Ling'er accompany him to drink with him today.

At this time, Ling'er took the initiative to raise the topic:

"Mr. Mao, what is this thing that is constantly placing on the table?"

Mao Geng had been waiting for this question for a long time, so he showed off:

"The mechanism I'm doing will be used to count timers in the future. Do you know?"

Mao Geng looked at Ling'er with big eyes, frowned slightly, and looked puzzled. Mao Geng didn't know how to explain what the timing was, and why the timing was. People here estimated that it would be good to know the approximate time according to the sunrise and sunset, so they smiled mockingly:

"This thing seems to be of little use now, but the world is mysterious and yellow, and all things change slowly in a while. Only afterwards can the world be in the world. My thing is to record how long it takes for the blink of an eye. It is called a clock. The clock has not been completed yet, but it will be easier to do this step. After it is made, your beautiful big eyes will blink, and it will know how long it takes for the blink of an eye."

At the end of the conversation, Mao Geng became a little teasing. At this time, the alcohol was on his head, and Mao Geng started to speak casually.

Ling'er's face turned redder when she heard Mao Geng praise her.

Ling'er said with a naive look on her face:

"Mr. Mao, you said I don't understand either. I only know that you know everything. From astronomy to geography, there is nothing that Mr. Mao doesn't know. People here say that Military Advisor Mao is omnipotent."

Mao Geng said ashamed that it was okay to show off himself in front of the ancients. In later generations, I don’t know how many people have their IQs to leave him alone. Moreover, even in the Song Dynasty, he could not control his own destiny. The legend of the time-traveling clan in his dream was not staged on him, but instead staged a series of out-of-control dramas.

Now that my destiny is in the hands of others, maybe I can help the cute girl in front of me, it is rare for me to drink wine with me. This Ling'er is pitiful. She wears a thick linen clothes. Is she the life of being a maid in this life? So she felt passionate and asked Ling'er:

"Ling'er, tell me, what kind of wish do you have? For example, do you want some beautiful clothes to dress up Ling'er beautifully, or have other ideas, maybe I can help you."

When Ling'er heard this, she looked happy. She lowered her head and asked:

"You mean I have any wish, have you promised to help me?"

Mao Geng nodded and said:

"Didn't you say I can do everything! It's not difficult to help you except not being able to help me."

Mao Geng thought that Ling'er was only fifteen or sixteen years old. At this age of later generations, although some people dream of prince charming, luxury cars in the house, most girls just dream of having a crazy mobile phone, or a beautiful long dress that is so simple that they will feel quite satisfied. Well, if Ling'er wears beautiful clothes and people rely on clothes, they will definitely be more attractive. Of course, there are also singers and stars in later generations who want to be a singer and star. Mao Geng even thought that just by relying on Ling'er's beautiful dimples, it is probably not difficult to be a small star in the future. If you have to be a singer, you can search for various songs in your memory and piece them together to make Ling'er famous.

Ling'er's eyes flashed and was about to say something, but suddenly she covered her mouth again, and then she hurriedly let go of her hands and said:

"But they haven't thought about it yet. After I think about it, I will tell you. But don't forget, you promised to help me. You are not allowed to pay any debts."

When it comes to not being allowed to pay for the debt, he took advantage of his growing desire to drink and was three points of innocence and seven points of coquettishness.

Seeing Ling'er's cute appearance, Mao Geng smiled and said:

"Of course, I will definitely help you in whatever way I can."

Then I thought that maybe tomorrow I would be tied up with an ugly and fierce woman, and I was afraid that the girl in front of me would be able to be silent.

Mao Geng sighed and poured a large mouthful of wine into his throat, his expression becoming dim.

Ling'er observed his words and expressions, and saw that Mao Geng was a little unhappy, so she explained:

"Mr. Mao's ability is unmatched, and he is moral. Good people do good luck. Good people will have their own appearance and will not be able to do anything."

Mao Gengxin said, what do you know about a little girl? You are so young that you can’t understand the ruthlessness of fate. In the past life, at Ling'er’s age, I had many innocent dreams, but as time goes by, my dreams are shattered by reality one by one. I thought that after time, all dreams could be easily realized, but I never expected that this hurdle would be difficult to overcome.

Mao Geng looked at Ling'er's slightly childish face, and he was still a sixteen-year-old girl in the flower season!

Mao Geng had already drunkenly, and in a daze, he transformed the bell opposite him into a certain flowery girl in the later generations. At this age, he must be familiar with Xi Murong's poems, so he said in a trance:

"Do you know Xi Murong's poem?"

"Xi Morong? Is it from the Tang Dynasty or the current dynasty? Ling'er only knows some poems, but I have never heard of Xi Morong's poems. Ling'er is ignorant."

When Mao Geng heard Ling'er say this, his mind returned to a ray of clarity. He thought to himself that you were Ling'er from the Song Dynasty. Of course, he didn't know, but it didn't matter. I can read it to you:

"It's not your fault, I'll read it to you. However, this is not like the Tang poetry and Song lyrics that need to be rhyme and rhythmic, it's like talking."

Ling'er didn't know what a poem that was like talking was. She became curious and nodded seriously and said:

"You read it, I'm trying to listen."

With a strong sense of alcohol, Mao Geng began to recite Murong's "Song of Songs":

"Something must be something

It's something I can't understand

Otherwise, there will be any plants and trees

Grow step by step

And even the birds can fly back to their hometown

－－

There must be something

I'm powerless

Otherwise, how can day and night alternate?

That's fast, all moments

All have been missed, sadness erodes my heart

－－

Something must be after the leaves fall

It's what I have to give up

That's when I was sixteen years old - that dream

I've been hiding for a lifetime

That beautiful lily

secret"

Mao Geng was about to recite "that diary", but then he thought that no one knew what a diary was in this era, so he was eager to change his words and recite "that dream". But at the end, he became inexplicably sad and couldn't help feeling for a moment.

After listening to Ling'er, it turned out that this poem that looked like a speech was also very sad and memorable. Mao Geng was like a man, but he was a little confused in tears!

Ling'er felt that this poem should be left like a speech, so she said:

"This poem that sounds quite interesting, please write it to me, okay?"

Mao Geng copied the poem with charcoal sticks and handed it to the bell.

After Ling'er got the poem, she stood up and said:

"Mr. Xie Mao! I'm so happy today. I'm leaving. It's cold. You can sleep too."

Mao Geng left. When he went out, Ling'er looked back and smiled, revealing two shallow dimples again. Mao Geng waved his hand and watched Ling'er go away.

I didn't drink much today, but for some reason I became drunk early. Mao Geng lay down on the bed, and the light was still lit. The pendulum was still swaying from left to right, and from right to left. The sound of the escapement mechanism ticks continued like this.

Suddenly, a sensation came up, and Mao Geng yawned for a long time, and then he heard the ticking sound drifting further and further until he drifted into his dream.

In the sleep, the ticking sound continued to ring. Suddenly, a loud bell rang heavily in the bell tower, and then the master sang "The auspicious time has come." A woman in a big red dress walked over and walked over gracefully, with her footsteps also ticking. When she walked closer, Yingying bowed and stood up again, a gust of wind blew, and the headscarf covered by the woman was blown up. Mao Geng saw a terrifying face. Mao Geng woke up from this and realized that he had just had a dream and had a cold sweat. He couldn't help but sigh, yes, this day, he was going to have a wedding ceremony. He was in a wedding night, but he didn't know how ugly the bride was. Is it really like in a dream!

When I woke up, I saw that it was not dawn yet. I looked at the pendulum and escapement mechanism, and it was still moving in an orderly manner. It seemed that the escapement mechanism should have been done this time.

I stared at the thing I made with my own hands for a long time. I was so tired that I fell asleep again.
To be continued...