Yin or and Liu Huan arrived together. After all, the two families live close together. When Liu Huan goes out, he always likes to detour to Yin's house first and ask Yin or to go with him.
As soon as the two of them arrived, everyone in the Chongwen Museum was there. Zhao Liulang called for the food to be served. Man Bao froze and remembered something, "We have dinner."
Zhao Liulang and the others looked at them contemptuously, "It's Mid-Autumn Festival, and they are still eating dinner at home."
Yin or Youyou who was at the side said quietly: "I ate it too."
Zhao Liulang ignored him, Yin or had a lot of physical problems, it was justifiable for him to come out after eating at home, Zhou Man and the others seemed too cute to go out after eating at home.
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 this meal early, but also deliberately ate less, originally to save stomach for the snacks outside, but now it is cheaper for the food in Zhuangyuanlou.
Lu Yue shouted: "Don't talk about the food, let's go to the bar first?"
Zhao Liulang also became excited, "Yes, serve the wine first!"
A large part of the reason for letting everyone join in is because of the wine in Zhuangyuan Building.
Good wine is expensive. A pot of champion red is nine taels and nine dollars, and a bottle of wine is nineteen taels. It is said that they are no worse than those in the palace.
They are not interested in Man Bao, the champion red or something, but Man Bao is still very interested in the sweetness of the wine.
So everyone waited for the drink.
While they were bustlingly waiting for the wine, the downstairs was full of excitement, so Feng Zongping went to open the six windows on the other side, and the movement of the lobby downstairs came up loudly, which could be heard clearly here.
When Bai Shan and the others came up, they discovered that the third floor had a lobby and a small path connecting four large rooms on the third floor, and there was a huge patio leading directly to the roof above the third floor.
The four large private rooms are directly connected to the patio extending upward from the lobby. Bai Shanzheng feels strange, and feels that although the room space obtained in this way is large, it is not conducive for guests to walk.
At this moment, seeing Feng Zongping directly push aside the wooden strip facing the patio, only then did he realize that it was a window.
There are still six large windows, from which you can directly see the situation in the lobby on the first floor, and you can even have a panoramic view of the side seats on the second floor.
They were clearly on the third floor, but when the windows were opened, what everyone said on the first floor seemed to ring in their ears.
Man Bao felt very strange, and when he was looking at her curiously with his eyes open, Bai Shan tugged at her sleeve and motioned her to look at the wall outside.
Man Bao took a closer look, only to find 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 packed, not many, but it just circulated up like this, the color and the walls were somewhat different. It's similar, but a little different, so they haven't noticed it all along.
Seeing them looking at the wall, Feng Zongping smiled and said, "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. When standing in them and speaking, the sound will continue to echo.
The spiral shape is specially made here. It seems that the person who designed the Zhuangyuan Building also knows that the spiral shape is more likely to have echoes.
Feng Zongping said with a smile: "I didn't know it when I went up to the third floor for the first time. It was only after someone reminded me that the stones and shells from the first floor to the third floor were actually a painting."
Bai Shan and Man Bao: ...
The two blinked, then stared wide-eyed, "Is this a painting?"
Feng Zongping's smiling face froze, "...don't you see this?"
Bai Shan: "... I didn't see it."
Bai Erlang also squeezed over to look at it, but he didn't see it for a long time, "What painting? Hey, why did they put stones on the wall? They were all beaten into a spiral shape."
Yin stood at the window next to him and looked down, and said after a while, "It looks like a high mountain, with waterfalls and flowing water."
Bai Shan and Man Bao, who tried their best to look at the stones from the first floor to the third floor, also saw some clues, pointing to the opposite curved stone 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 coincidentally, the mountains seen from each private room are somewhat different. It’s different, but the top of the mountain must be in the private room opposite.”
Bai Shan: "... Isn't this for the purpose of spreading the sound?"
Man Bao clearly heard someone downstairs shaking his head and writing a poem, and many people shouted "Hello", even Zhao Liulang couldn't hold back to look at the window.
She said, "Is it just for the sound transmission?"
Feng Zongping was puzzled, "What transmission?"
Bai Shandao: "Don't you think you can hear the voice downstairs very clearly when standing on the third floor?"
"Yeah, it's only on the third floor, and it's not too high. You can hear me calling you from the viewing tower, right?"
Bai Shandao: "This is different. The people downstairs didn't deliberately raise their voices, but listen, we can even hear what they usually say clearly."
Man Bao touched the window next to it, and sighed: "No wonder you can't see that this is a window from the outside. It's too tightly built. It should be for sound insulation."
Feng Zongping: "What?"
"Isn't it the same as when we stood in the mountains and yelled and listened to the echo?" Bai Erlang was no longer interested. He lay down by the window and looked down, pointing directly at the banner that had just been hung up and said, "Did you see that?" , and there is a new topic, the first prize winner building will give away a lucky dish, Bai Shan, hurry up!"
Bai Shan: "Shut up, I don't want to write poetry."
"There will be articles at that time, and the prize for writing articles will be even greater, but the poems and prose are so well received, don't be biased."
It was a joke coming out of Bai Erlang's mouth.
Feng Zongping was still very interested in what they said about sound transmission. Seeing that he could not see the end in just such a sentence, he hurriedly pulled it back, "What's so special about these stones and shells?"
Man Bao and Bai Shan also figured out the secret of the building's sound transmission at this moment, mainly because the designer not only allowed it to transmit sound, but also made a painting, and there was no need to explore after the secret was discovered. Desire, so he answered in a few words, "It's the sound transmission, it's the same as when we stood in the mountains and yelled to hear the echo when we were young."
Seeing Feng Zongping's confused face, Bai Shan asked in disbelief, "Isn't it true, you never heard an echo when you were a child?"
Feng Zongping held a thousand words in his chest, and asked modestly after a while: "What is an echo?"
Man Bao was also very unbelievable, "No, it's fine with other things, who hasn't played with this thing?"
This is not a rare thing. It has been used by her father and her nephew who is only a few years old. Sometimes people from the next village come to inform them of some things in their village. They are too lazy to walk to their village, and then climb When they got to the mountain, they yelled at the fields of their village, and when they called someone, they would send a message across the air, which saved half a day of effort...
When they were young, they liked to run to the mountains and listen to the echo. It happened that they read a book at that time, which explained the propagation of sound in detail, so they ran to the mountains to play for several days, shouting until their voices became hoarse. It's over.