"Chimes? Trapezoid bronze chimes?" I was surprised.
After hearing what she said, I looked more and more like her.
There are many types of ancient bronzes, about 34 types, and chimes are just one of them. Later generations classified them into round chimes, square chimes, hat chimes, trapezoidal chimes, etc.
Why is there such a large group of bronze chimes hung in the underground cave under Moth Mountain? What are the round mud balls in front of the chimes used for?
People are always curious about unknown foods.
"Pick one down and take a look," a mole picked up a small stone from the side.
She raised her hand and threw it hard, like hitting fruit, but unfortunately the first drop came up empty.
Then she tried a second time, but still couldn't hit the balls.
"Let me try Sister Hong," I took a pebble from her hand.
When I was a kid, I loved shooting birds with a slingshot, so I still had some accuracy with my hands.
The first hit hit it, and the ball swayed back and forth like a swing, but it didn't fall because it wasn't strong enough.
This time I used all my strength.
"Plop," the round mud ball fell into the river.
"Hit Sister Hong!"
A mole gave me a white look.
Seeing the fallen ball floating toward the center of the underground river, a mole quickly took off her shirt. She turned around and said, "Wait for me here. I'll go fish it out and take a look."
"Plop," before I could tell her to be careful, she jumped into the river.
It's been two minutes, the water is calm, I haven't seen her figure, and the fallen ball has disappeared.
"Sister Hong!"
"Sister Hong!" I stood on the shore and yelled anxiously.
A round ball was pushed to my feet by the water, and a mole disappeared... I was frightened and stayed where I was at a loss.
"Hoola!" The upper body of a person emerged from the water.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw this person. It was a mole.
After swimming ashore, her face was filled with uncertainty.
"Are you injured, Sister Hong? What's wrong?" Seeing that her face looked bad, I asked worriedly.
She calmed down for a while, then turned to look at me and said: "There is something under the water... I can't see clearly, it looks like a big turntable built by someone."
"Ah? Big turntable? What do you mean?"
"I don't know, let's not talk about this first, let's see what this thing is," she pointed to the ball at my feet.
"Oh, alright."
This thing is very hard, as big as a football. I hit it with a sharp stone several times before it opened a small crack.
Just like opening a coconut shell, I put my hand in and tried to crack this thing open.
The first blow didn't break it open, but the opening was stretched wide, so I took a look with a flashlight.
There was something white inside, and I tried to reach out and touch it.
As I touched it, my expression changed.
It felt like I had pinched two holes with my fingers.
"What's wrong?" asked a mole.
I quickly took my hand back, sat on the ground and backed up several steps with my hands.
