Chapter 1990 Qiqiao
Yin Huo and Liu Huan arrived together. After all, the two families lived close to each other. When Liu Huan went out, he always liked to detour to Yin's house and ask Yin Huo to go with him.
As soon as the two of them arrived, everyone in Chongwen Hall was there. Zhao Liulang called for the dishes to be served. Manbao froze, then remembered something. "It's time for dinner."
Zhao Liulang and the others looked at the three of them with disdain, "It's Mid-Autumn Festival, and you're still eating dinner at home."
Yin Huo, who was standing by, said quietly, "I ate it too."
Zhao Liulang ignored him. Yin Huo had many health problems, so it was understandable that he had eaten at home before going out. Zhou Man and the others also seemed too well-behaved if they had eaten at home before going out.
Bai Shan turned around and said to Man Bao, "It's okay, I'll be hungry soon."
Not only did they eat early, but they also ate less on purpose, originally to save room for snacks outside, but now the food at Zhuangyuanlou was a bargain.
Lu Yue called out, "Let's not talk about food for now, let's go to the bar first?"
Zhao Liulang also became excited, "Yes, bring the wine first!"
The reason why everyone was asked to contribute was largely because of the wine from Zhuangyuanlou.
Good wine is expensive. A pot of Zhuangyuanhong costs nine taels and nine cents, and a bottle of red wine costs nineteen taels. I heard that they are not worse than those in the palace.
Manbao and his family are not interested in Zhuangyuanhong or the like, but they are very interested in wine with a sweet taste.
So everyone waited for the wine to be served.
While they were waiting for the wine, there was a commotion downstairs, so Feng Zongping opened the six windows on the other side, and the noise from the lobby downstairs came up and could be heard 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 small path connecting four large rooms, and there was a huge skylight leading directly to the roof above the third floor.
The four large private rooms were built directly connected to the patio extending upwards from the lobby. Bai Shanzheng found it strange that although the rooms were spacious, it was not convenient for guests to walk around.
At this moment, Feng Zongping directly moved the wooden bars facing the skylight and discovered that it was a window.
There are six large windows, from which you can directly see the situation in the lobby on the first floor, and even the seats on the side of the second floor are in full view.
They were clearly on the third floor, but as soon as the window was opened, what everyone was saying on the first floor seemed to ring in their ears.
Manbao found it very strange and was looking at it curiously with her eyes wide open when Bai Shan pulled her sleeve and motioned her to look at the wall outside.
Manbao looked carefully and found that there seemed to be some stones embedded in the walls from the first floor to the third floor... or shells, all in spiral arrangement. There were not many of them, but they were arranged in a circular pattern upwards. The color was somewhat similar to the wall, but also a little different, so they had not noticed it before.
Feng Zongping saw them looking at the wall and said with a smile, "You guys noticed 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 their Qili Village. If you stand among them and talk, the sound will continue to echo.
This place is deliberately made into a spiral shape. It seems that the person who designed the Zhuangyuan Building also knew that the spiral shape is more likely to produce echoes.
Feng Zongping laughed and said, "I didn't know this when I first went up to the third floor. It was only after someone reminded me that these stones and shells from the first to the third floor were actually a painting."
Bai Shan and Man Bao: ...
The two blinked and looked with wide eyes, "Is this a painting?"
Feng Zongping's smile froze, "...don't you see that?"
Bai Shan: “…I didn’t notice.”
Bai Erlang also squeezed over to look, but after a long time he couldn't figure it out. "What kind of painting is this? Hey, why did they inlay the stones on the wall? And they're all screwed in."
Yin Huo stood at the nearby window and looked down. After a moment, he said, "It looks like a high mountain, with waterfalls and flowing water."
Bai Shan and Man Bao, who were diligently observing the rocks from the first to the third floor, also noticed something. They pointed to the rocks that curved upwards on the opposite side and asked, "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. Coincidentally, the mountain you see from each room is slightly different, but the peak of the mountain is definitely in the room opposite."
Bai Shan: "...Isn't this for the purpose of transmitting sound?"
Manbao clearly heard someone downstairs shaking his head and reciting a poem. Many people shouted "good" loudly, and even Zhao Liulang and others couldn't help but go to the window to look.
She said, "It's just for spreading the word, right?"
Feng Zongping was puzzled, "What do you mean by voice transmission?"
Bai Shan said: "Don't you think you can hear the sounds downstairs clearly from the third floor?"
"Yeah, it's only the third floor, not that high. If I call you from the observation deck, you can still hear me, right?"
Bai Shan said: "This is different. The people downstairs didn't deliberately raise their voices, but you can hear what they said clearly."
Manbao reached out and touched the window beside him, sighing, "No wonder you can't tell it's a window from the outside. It's built too tightly, probably for soundproofing."
Feng Zongping: "What?"
"Isn't it just like when we were kids standing in the mountains, shouting and listening for the echo?" Bai Erlang no longer had much interest. He leaned over the window, looking down, and pointed directly at the newly hung banner. "See? There's a new challenge. The first person to win will receive a lucky dish from Zhuangyuanlou. Bai Shan, come on!"
Bai Shan: "Shut up, I don't want to write poetry."
"There are also essays at that time, and essays are more lucrative, but poetry and prose are so well received, so don't be biased."
It's a joke coming out of Bai Erlang's mouth.
Feng Zongping was quite interested in what they were talking about, but when he saw that the sound had been bent to the limit in the space of a single sentence, he quickly pulled himself back and asked, "What's so special about these stones and shells?"
Manbao and Baishan had also figured out the secret of the building's sound transmission. They were mainly amazed that the designer could not only make it transmit sound, but also turn it into a painting. Now that the secret was revealed, they lost the desire to explore it further. So they answered briefly, "It just transmits sound, just like when we were kids standing in the mountains and shouting and listening to the echo."
Seeing Feng Zongping's confused face, Bai Shan asked in disbelief, "No way, you didn't hear the echo when you were a child?"
Feng Zongping had a thousand words stuck in his chest. After a while, he humbly asked, "What is an echo?"
Manbao was also incredulous, "No way, other things are fine, but who hasn't played with this thing?"
This wasn't a rare thing. Everyone from her father to her nephew, who was only a few years old, had used it. Sometimes people from the neighboring village came to inform their village of something, but they were too lazy to actually walk to their village. So they would just climb up the mountain and shout towards their village's fields. When they got to the people, they would pass the message through the air, which saved them a lot of time...
When they were young, they loved to run to the mountains and shout to listen to the echo. Coincidentally, they read a book at that time which explained in detail the propagation of sound, so they ran to the mountains to play for several days in a row and shouted until their voices were hoarse.
See you at 6pm
(End of this chapter)
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