Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Yin or Liu Huan came together. After all, the two lived close together. When Liu Huan went out, he always liked to detour to Yin's house and call for Yin or to go together.

As soon as the two arrived, the people in the Chongwen Pavilion were all there. Zhao Liulang called to serve the food, and Manbao stiffened as he remembered one thing, "We have dinner."

Zhao Liulang and the others looked at them three times with contempt, "As for the Mid-Autumn Festival, you are still eating dinner at home."

Yin or faintly said on the side: "I ate too."

Zhao Liulang ignored him, Yin or had many physical problems, he was excusable when he came out after eating at home, and Zhou Man and the others had also eaten at home before going out, which seemed too well-behaved.

Bai Shan turned his head and said to Man Bao, "It doesn't matter, I'll be hungry in a while."

Because they not only ate early this meal, but also deliberately ate less, originally to save their stomachs for snacks outside, and now the food in Zhuangyuan Building is cheaper.

Lu Yue shouted: "Let's not talk about the food, let's go to the bar first?"

Zhao Liulang was also excited, "Yes, drink first!"

A large part of the reason why everyone joined the group was because of the wine in the Zhuangyuan Building.

Good wine is expensive, a pot of Zhuang Yuanhong is 929 cents, and a bottle of wine is 1921. I heard that it is not worse than the one in the palace.

They are not interested in Zhuangyuanhong or Manbao, but the wine is sweet, and Manbao is still very interested.

So everyone waited for a drink.

While they were busy waiting for drinks, the downstairs was very lively, so Feng Zongping went to open the six windows on the other side, and the movement in the lobby downstairs was noisy, and he could hear it clearly here.

When Bai Shan and the others came up, they discovered that on the third floor, in addition to the stairs, there was a lobby and a path connecting the four large rooms, and there was a huge patio leading directly to the roof above the third floor.

The four large private rooms were built directly connected to the patio extending upward from the lobby. Bai Shanzheng felt strange. Although the room space obtained in this way was large, it was not good for the guests to walk.

At this moment, when Feng Zongping saw that he directly opened the wooden bar facing the patio, he realized that it was a window.

There are also six large windows, from which you can directly see the situation of the lobby on the first floor, and even the side of the second floor has a panoramic view.

It was obvious that they were on the third floor, but as soon as the windows were opened, what everyone said on the first floor seemed to ring in their ears.

Man Bao felt it was very strange, and when he was looking at it curiously with his eyes open, Bai Shan tugged at her sleeve and motioned her to look at the wall outside.

Man Bao looked intently, only then did he realize that there seemed to be some stones embedded in the walls from the first floor to the third floor... or shells, all of which were spirally installed. Actually, there were not many, but it was just like this. Some are similar, but a little different, so they haven't noticed.

When Feng Zongping saw that they were looking at the wall, he smiled and said, "Did you see it too?"

Bai Shan and Man Bao nodded in amazement.

It turns out that this is the echo mentioned in the book. These stones and shells are just like the mountains in their Qili Village. Standing in them and talking, the voice will continue to echo.

The screw shape is specially made here. It seems that the person who designed the Zhuangyuan Building also knows that the screw shape is more likely to have echoes.

Feng Zongping said with a smile: "I didn't know when I went to the third floor for the first time. It was only after someone reminded me that these stones and shells from the first floor to the third floor were actually a painting."

Bai Shan and Man Bao:  …

The two of them blinked and widened their eyes to see, "Is this a painting?"

Feng Zongping's smile froze, "...Didn't you see this?"

Bai Shan: "...I didn't see it."

Bai Erlang also squeezed over to take a look, but after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see it, "What painting? Hey, why did they put stones on the wall? They were even beaten into snails."

Yin Or stood at the window next to him and looked down. After a while, he said, "It's like a mountain, with waterfalls and running water."

Bai Shan and Man Bao, who were trying to look at the stones from the first to the third floor, also saw some clues. They pointed to the stone that was curved up on the opposite side and said, "Is that the top of the mountain?"

Feng Zongping was in a better mood, nodded and said: "Yes, I heard that this painting can only be seen in the four private rooms on the third floor, and it is a coincidence that there are some mountains that can be seen from each private room. Different, but the top of the mountain must be in the private room opposite."

Bai Shan: "...Isn't this for sound transmission?"

Man Bao clearly heard someone downstairs shaking their heads and writing a poem, and many people shouted ok, even Zhao Liulang couldn't help but look at the window.

She said, "Is it just to spread the voice?"

Feng Zongping was puzzled, "What is the sound transmission?"

Bai Shandao: "Don't you think standing on the third floor can clearly hear the voice downstairs?"

"Yeah, it's only the third floor, and it's not high. I'm calling you from the observation floor, can you hear me?"

Bai Shan said: "This is different. The people downstairs didn't raise their voices deliberately, but listen, we can even hear what people usually say clearly."

Man Bao reached out and touched the window on the side, and sighed, "No wonder you can't tell from the outside that it's a window. It's built too tightly, it should be for sound insulation."

Feng Zongping: "What?"

"Isn't it the same as when we were young in the mountains shouting and listening to the echoes?" Bai Erlang was no longer interested, he leaned on the window and looked down, pointed directly to the banner that was hung up, and said, "Did you see it? , and a new topic has emerged, the first person to send a good dish from the Zhuangyuan Building, Bai Shan, come on!"

Bai Shan: "Shut up, I don't want to write poetry."

"At that time, there were still articles, and the prize for making a fuss was even greater, but the poetry was so well received, don't be biased."

This is a joke from Bai Erlang's mouth.

Feng Zongping was still very interested in what they said about the sound transmission. After seeing such a sentence, he was too bent to see the end. He quickly pulled back, "What's the point of these stones and shells?"

Man Bao and Bai Shan have also figured out the secret of this building's sound transmission. They are mainly amazed that the designer can not only make it sound, but also make a painting. Desire, so he replied in a few words, "It's just a voice, just like when we were young in the mountains and shouted to hear the echo."

Seeing Feng Zongping's dazed expression, Bai Shan asked in disbelief, "Isn't it, you never heard the echo when you were a child?"

Feng Zongping had a thousand words in his chest, and he asked humbly after a while, "What is an echo?"

Man Bao was also incredulous, "No way, forget about other things, who hasn't played this thing before?"

This is not something unusual. It has been used by her father down to her nephew who is only a few years old. Sometimes people from the next village come to inform them of some things in the village, and they are too lazy to actually go to their village and then climb When I got to the mountain, I shouted at the fields of their village, and when I called someone, I sent a message over the air, which saved half a day of work...

When they were young, they liked to go to the mountains to scream and listen to the echoes. It happened that they read a book at that time, which explained the transmission of sound in detail, so they went to the mountains to play for several days, and their voices were hoarse. Is it.

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