"My dear, what's that whirring noise?" The Phonograph couldn't quite understand.
How could he describe this?
"THRRRUMMM~ THRRRUMMM~" Li Banfeng tried to imitate the sound a few times.
"Is it the wind?"
"It's not the wind. It's very loud; it makes your chest hurt."
"How long did it last?"
"About two minutes."
PANT, PANT. The Phonograph pondered for a moment, its needle trembling; then, from the Big Horn in the middle, a low hum sounded: "THRRRUMMM~ HUMMM~"
"My dear, is it this sound?"
"Exactly, my love, that's the sound."
THRRRUMMM! THRRRUMMM!
"My dear, that's the Local Horn! How did you hear that sound? Have you been clearing land in the New Land?"
His wife had guessed it, and naturally, Li Banfeng didn't deny it. "I did indeed clear a piece of wasteland in the New Land."
