Yin You and Liu Huan arrived together. After all, the two families lived close to each other. When Liu Huan went out, he always liked to make a detour to the Yin family first and ask Yin You to go with him.
As soon as the two of them arrived, everyone in Chongwen Hall was already here. Zhao Liulang called for the food to be served. Man Bao stiffened and remembered something, "We are having dinner."
Zhao Liulang and others looked at them with disdain, "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we're still having dinner at home."
Yin You on the side said quietly: "I ate it too."
Zhao Liulang ignored him. Yin He had many health problems, so it was understandable that he had to eat at home before going out. Zhou Man and the others had also eaten at home before going out, which seemed too well-behaved.
Bai Shan turned to Man Bao and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll be hungry soon."
Because they not only ate early, but also deliberately ate less. They originally wanted to have room for the snacks outside, but now they got cheaper meals at Zhuangyuanlou.
Lu Yue shouted: "Let's not talk about the food and so on. Let's go to the bar first?"
Zhao Liulang also became excited, "Yes, let's serve the wine first!"
A large part of the reason why everyone joins in is because of the wine at Zhuangyuanlou.
Good wine is expensive. A bottle of Zhuangyuan Red costs 9 taels and 9 taels, and a bottle of wine costs 19 taels. I heard it's even better than the ones in the palace.
They were not interested in Zhuangyuan Red or other Manbao wines, but Manbao was still very interested in the wine because of its sweet taste.
So everyone waited for the wine to be served.
While they were busy waiting for their drinks, there was a lot of excitement downstairs, so Feng Zongping went to open the six windows on the other side, and the noise in the lobby downstairs came up, 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 a lobby and a path connecting four large rooms from the stairs, there was also a huge patio that led directly to the roof above the third floor.
Four large private rooms were built directly connected to the patio extending upward from the lobby. Bai Shanzheng found it strange. Although the room space obtained in this way was large, it was not conducive for guests to walk.
At this moment, Feng Zongping started to push aside the wooden strips facing the patio, and then realized that it was a window.
There are still six large windows, from which you can directly see the lobby on the first floor, and even the side of the second floor.
They were obviously on the third floor, but as soon as the windows were opened, the words spoken by everyone on the first floor seemed to ring in their ears.
Man Bao found it very strange, and when she was looking at it curiously with her eyes open, Bai Shan tugged on her sleeve and motioned her to look at the wall outside.
Man Bao looked carefully and realized that there seemed to be some stones embedded in the walls from the first floor to the third floor...or shells. They were all spirally packed. In fact, there were not many, but they just circulated upwards, and the colors and walls
Some are similar, but a little different, so they haven't noticed it until now.
When Feng Zongping saw them looking at the wall, he smiled and said, "Did you see it too?"
Bai Shan and Man Bao nodded, amazed in their hearts.
It turns out that this is the echo mentioned in the book. These stones and shells are just like the mountains in Qili Village. If you stand in them and speak, your voice will continue to echo.
It is specially made into a spiral shape. It seems that the people who designed the Zhuangyuan Building also knew that the spiral shape is more likely to produce echoes.
Feng Zongping said with a smile: "I didn't know it when I first went up to the third floor. 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 of them blinked and looked at it with wide eyes, "Is this a painting?"
Feng Zongping's smile froze, "...don't you see this?"
Bai Shan: "...I didn't see it."
Bai Erlang also squeezed over to take a look, but after looking for a long time, he didn't notice it. "What painting? Hey, why did they put stones on the wall? They were all beaten into the shape of snails."
Yin You stood at the window next to him and looked down. After a while he said, "It looks like a high mountain, with waterfalls and flowing water."
Bai Shan and Man Bao, who were trying their best to look at the stones from the first to the third floor, also saw some clues. They pointed to the curved stone on the opposite side and said, "Is that the top of the mountain?"
Feng Zongping felt a little better and nodded: "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 just to spread the word?"
Man Bao clearly heard someone downstairs shaking his head and composing a poem. Many people shouted "Hello" loudly, and even Zhao Liulang couldn't help but come to the window to take a look.
She said: "Just to spread the word, right?"
Feng Zongping was confused, "What kind of message?"
Bai Shandao: "Don't you think you can clearly hear the sounds downstairs from the third floor?"
"Yes, it's only the third floor, and it's not high. If I call you from the observation floor, can you hear me?"
Bai Shan said: "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 reached out and touched the window next to him and sighed: "No wonder you can't tell from the outside that this is a window. It's built too tightly. It should be for sound insulation."
Feng Zongping: "What?"
"Isn't it just like when we were children, standing in the mountains shouting and listening to the echo?" Bai Erlang was no longer interested. He lay by the window and looked down. He pointed directly at the banner that had just been hung up and said, "Did you see it?
, there is a new topic, the first one will be given a lucky dish by Zhuangyuanlou, Bai Shan, hurry up!"
Bai Shan: "Shut up, I don't want to write poetry."
"There are still articles at that time, and the prize for writing articles is greater, but poems and poems are highly praised, so don't be biased."
It was a joke coming out of Bai Erlang's mouth.
Feng Zongping was already very interested in what they were talking about about the sound transmission. Seeing that he couldn't see the end of his time after just one sentence, he quickly pulled him back, "What's the point of these stones and shells?"
Man Bao and Bai Shan also figured out the secret of sound transmission in this building at this time. They were mainly amazed that the designer not only allowed it to transmit sound, but also made it into a painting. There was no further exploration of the secret.
Desire, so he answered in a few words, "It's just a sound transmission, just like when we were children, we stood in the mountains and shouted and listened to the echo."
Seeing Feng Zongping's confused face, Bai Shan asked in disbelief, "Isn't it true? You didn't hear the echo when you were a child?"
Feng Zongping had thousands of words stuck in his chest, and he asked humbly after a while: "What is an echo?"
Manbao was also very surprised, "No, forget about other things, who hasn't played with this thing?"
This is not a strange thing. From her father to her nephew who is only a few years old, they have used it. Sometimes people from the next village come to inform their village of some things, but they are too lazy to actually go to their village, and then climb up
When you go to the mountain, you shout at the fields of their village, and when you call someone, you send a message through the air. This saves you a long time...
When they were young, they liked to run into the mountains and scream to hear 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 in a row, shouting until their voices were hoarse.