The fierce wind howled, and dark clouds covered the sky.
By the swamp's edge, a dozen foxes were gathered around a bronze house, either buzzing with electric drills or clanging with small hammers, busy opening the boxes.
Up to today, the number of bronze houses they had opened was countless.
On the swamp's edge, many small hills had piled up...
One hill was made of disassembled bronze plates.
One hill was made of river sand dug up from the boxes.
One hill was made of illegible useless documents.
In the shadow of the small hills, Pang Youyou held an electric drill, and with a "buzz," made a hole in the house below.
"Awooooo!"
A dozen siblings followed with small hammers swung.
"Yingyingying!"
Pang Youyou was very happy!
In the past, it had too low a presence, and the siblings never noticed it. But now, holding an electric drill, making holes in the small house made such a loud noise that the siblings could all notice it.
