Baigonglu: I Prove the Truth with My Ingenuity

Lu Zhuo was the most inconspicuous apprentice in the iron shop under the bridge, until the broken book woke up in his palm. From then on, the world he saw changed - there was an ancient will sleeping in the fire, the rhythm of the falling hammer coincided with some lost law, and every artifact that was repeatedly touched by hands was breathing. But "they" are back. Those beings that replace heartbeats with gears and steam want to grind all old things into standard parts. Lu Zhuo doesn't understand any big principles. All he knows is that once something is "standardized", it can never come back. There is only one line on the last page of the catalogue: "The person who makes the instrument will finally make it." He smiled and raised the hammer...