After I passed out, I lost all sense of time and woke up from the cold.
My back felt sore and numb, my chest hurt when I breathed, and I didn't know if my ribs were broken.
"you're awake."
I lay on the ground and turned around to look around. I saw a mole arranging her wet hair. She was as wet as me.
I could hear the sound of the river flowing in my ears. I endured the pain in my chest and asked, "Hong...Sister Hong, are we alive?"
"Yes, I have a long life," she said, not wanting to joke with me.
I struggled to get up from the ground, and the movement hurt my ribs.
"Move softly. I've seen your wounds. The ribs are not broken, but sprained." A mole helped me stand up.
Now that I had some free time, I looked around.
There is an underground river in front of me. The location where a mole and I are is barely on the shore. The space is very small, less than two meters.
The backpack I was carrying was gone. It must have fallen into the underground river and was washed away. Fortunately, the one with a mole was still there. There were some hunger-satisfying biscuits and emergency tools in her bag.
Leaning on a rock, I looked at her and said, "Sister Hong, thank you for saving my life. I don't know how to swim. If you hadn't saved me, I would have drowned."
As if no one was around, she began to take off her clothes.
I quickly lowered my head.
Her voice came: "There is nothing to burn here, so we can't make a fire. Don't thank me yet. Take off your clothes and wring out the water quickly, otherwise you will lose temperature."
Seeing me squirming, she shook her head and smiled softly: "I've never seen any big guns or cannons, so I'm still afraid of a little chicken like you? Hurry up quickly."
Just like that, five minutes later, I took off only my briefs. I protected my crotch with both hands. No matter what she said, I refused to take it off. This was my last stubbornness.
"Hey, forget it," a mole helped me twist up my clothes. She didn't ask me to take off my briefs.
There is a cave structure below. The walkie-talkie in her bag cannot be used. There were no satellite phones at that time. Beidou's second communication satellite was only launched in 2007. As a result, we will not be able to contact Big Brother in a short time.
and third brother.
Now, we can only rely on ourselves.
The biscuits in the backpack were soaked in water, but now in order to replenish our strength, we can only eat this. The soaked biscuits are cold and loose, and they really melt in the mouth, like drinking soup.
After resting for more than an hour and putting on my clothes, a mole asked me if I could walk. I gritted my teeth and said that I could. The two of them joined hands and began to walk unsteadily along the narrow river bank.
The flow direction of this underground river is from west to east, which is the same direction we walked. The platform like a reservoir is no longer visible. It is so heavy that it may have sunk to the bottom of the river.
I thought about it carefully on the way, and to be honest, I still couldn't figure it out. Those thick bronze chains left a deep impression on me.
I know one thing. The casting of bronzes in the Western Zhou Dynasty all used the mold line mold method. The lost wax method was very backward. Bronze chains were interlocked with each other and lasted for two thousand years. In my understanding, the Western Zhou Dynasty
It is impossible to make a bronze chain of this length because of the limitations of the process conditions.
As we walked, the water flow became stronger and stronger, and the river bank we walked on became narrower and narrower. At first, we could walk side by side, but later, worried that our feet would slip and fall into the water, a mole and I changed to one in front of the other.
Walking behind, she is in front and I am behind.
Fortunately, I bought a high-end waterproof flashlight before, which helped a lot at this time.
There was a cool breeze blowing in front of me, I felt it.
This was a good thing. I thought that as long as I kept walking along the underground river, I would be able to find the exit smoothly.
"Wait!" She suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong, Sister Hong?"
"Yunfeng, what do you think that is?" She turned sideways and shined her flashlight in front of her.
The range of the flashlight lighting was limited, and the distance was a bit far, so I couldn't see clearly. I only saw some vague round black shadows, like some balls hanging on the ceiling of the cave.
"What is this?" I couldn't see clearly either.
"Be careful, go over and take a look," a mole turned and warned me.
As the distance grew closer, I could see clearly this time...
It's some kind of long ladder-shaped bronze vessel....
In front of these bronze vessels, there are many round clay balls hanging on thin copper chains. It is completely unclear what these things are for.
A mole raised his head and frowned: "Yunfeng, do these... do they look like chimes?"
"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.
