These are really old documents. They were chewed by rats and covered with rat excrement. I took one at random, which should be an old document at that time. When I shake my face, it is gray.

It's different if someone looks through it. I asked Wang Meng to look carefully. Is there anything suspicious?

Sneaking around in the archives, Wang Meng soon found it. In the past, there were piles of papers on the ground in order. Four piles form a square side by side.

Wang Meng said, "Boss, do you think that's what you mean? This man tossed and turned here, so tired that he couldn't stand, so he made a stool out of these documents. "

I nodded, indeed, I can almost imagine the situation at that time. The man can see more carefully sitting on the file bench.

I turned around 360 degrees, trying to determine which direction the man was facing when sitting. At this time, I found that if his back is turned, the shelf on one side can just put a flashlight as a light. When I replayed the scene in my mind, I put the flashlight on it and looked down at my feet. Pushing away the dust, there are some old cigarette butts in front of me and a pile of papers in front of me.

A big envelope here weighs at least four or five pounds, so it is impossible to read the scattered documents in your hand. The pile in front of me may have been used as a table by him. What he is looking at is here. Watching while smoking, this fucking boy is quite leisurely!

But it still doesn't work. There are files everywhere. It is impossible to speculate what he is looking for. Maybe he found what he needed and took it away.

I went through the files a few times as if possessed, and suddenly an idea flashed through my mind. When I think of the handwriting on the pair of articles, I can't help but have an idea-if nothing else, what would I think of the file if the pair of articles were really written by "I"?

I asked Wang Meng to hand me an envelope, opened it on the front "table" and picked up one and turned it over. Then I recalled my usual habits. As I pondered, I folded the pages I had read in my hand with my right hand. When I reached a certain thickness, I put them far away and put them right.

This is a habit of mine, because when arranging rubbings, the whole table is often a mess of paper. I like to keep things far away from other documents. And let go of the distance, must be the hand can reach.

I looked around to see if there was any place to put things within this distance. I saw a sheet piling on a box on my right, and I reached for it, just right away.

My heart thumped and I was a little resistant. If I guess this right, doesn't it prove that I'm really watching things here?

But I just hesitated, and then I brought the paper. Who cares! They all died once anyway. What is there to worry about?

I put a pile of papers on the pile in front of me. The first one is a form, which seems to be an allowance budget. There are several names, and the most subsidized ones are 447 and 92 yuan. I didn't know much about the wage system at that time, but so many allowances must have been astronomical at that time.

This allowance is usually given to the Soviets. I'm not interested in it. I soon noticed that there was a line in the corner of the form: allowance table for archaeological expatriates at Zhangjiapu site in Shangsi, Guangxi.

Yes, that's it!

Flipped through, all the pages have been disrupted, the following is an extension of the table, all of which are names, and finally there is a chapter, which is really the seal of this archaeological research institute. I saw a date on this stamp, a document of 1956.

Then there is a summary of the data, not mimeographed, all handwritten records, what room number. Length and width: there is also a schematic diagram, and the handwriting is scrawled. Because of what happened just now, I subconsciously looked at my notes. It's entirely a stranger's handwriting, which is very different. Obviously, I'm not recording alone.

Open it quickly. After reading page 14 or 15, I saw something different.

What kind of planning is it, but it is not a modern professional planning, and it is still in the brush strokes. You can see for yourself that this is a "style thunder" of the Qing Dynasty.

"Shi Lei" is a pronoun, referring to a family of royal designers named Lei in Qing Dynasty. They were responsible for the design of almost all royal buildings, but at that time, the status of craftsmen was very low, and even the world's first craftsman family was not known to ordinary people. Most people in modern times have no idea of the existence of such a family. Only those of us who engage in architectural gardens know how awesome "Style Thunder" is.

China has a history of 5000 years, and model mines have only existed for 200 years. However, one fifth of the world cultural heritage in China today is model mine, which we have to accept.

After the completion of the Summer Palace, the style thunder plummeted. Some people speculate that this is related to the inability of the Manchu dynasty to build giant buildings at that time. However, the decline of style mines is very strange. I read a report that I abandoned my official overnight, which was very fast. I don't know what great changes I have experienced.

After the decline, descendants of Style Lei sold a large number of "hot samples" of their ancestors, which was the crystallization of China's architectural masterpieces. Some of them have been lost to overseas and non-governmental, and a considerable number of domestic officials, so they are still relatively common. In our department, anyone who studies national forestry and planning is so familiar with this that I recognized it at once.

This picture should have something to do with the Zhangjiapu site. Therefore, the site should belong to the Qing Dynasty, and it may still be a work of Lei style.

This is a copy. The original must be in the museum.

I am very interested in these things, so I have a cursory look. The picture shows a big yard, which should be a house. Look at the scale, it's quite big, several vertical and several deep. Look at the structure, it should be a residential building.

Style Lei is a royal designer, and there are few opportunities to design houses. The owner of this house must be a big official or someone with a long history.

I looked for the name of the house in small print, but I didn't see anything.

The following pictures also killed the same pattern, most of which were "copied from Ping Zi". The design of Style Mine is extremely fine, and all angles, single buildings and decomposed parts are recorded, including the surrounding geomantic omen and landforms, and even the huge meridian grid square bitmap of the whole ground "copied from Ping Zi".

I looked through it, and there were more than a dozen pages. At last, there was an index page of the document, indicating how many things were in it. My heart moved, and I took it and compared it with the information inside. I found six pages missing, which is exactly the number of pages.

If I'm not mistaken, it was taken away by that man. Everything I have now is the key, but even so, it is a big breakthrough for me who has no clue at all.

I sorted out the papers in my hand and looked around again. I knew that there could be no more gains here, so I told Wang Meng, who was still rummaging around, to go back.

He made several phone calls before he came to his senses. I went over and asked him why. He shone a flashlight on the corner of the warehouse and asked me, "Boss, what's that for?"

I looked up and saw a cage welded with iron bars behind the sundries over there.

Looking back, the cage was half a man's height and rusty. Wang Meng shone a flashlight into it and caught a broken bowl. "Is it a cage for keeping dogs?"

I shook my head. The steel bars in this cage are welded tightly. There's no need to weld dogs like this! It may be the remaining steel bars when building the house before, and I can't control it. Then let Wang Meng stop dawdling. I'm anxious to verify something.

Back to the hotel, he went to take a shower, and I went online directly to check things.

First, I found the so-called "Shangsi Zhangjiapu Site Survey" and found nothing. When I think about it, the events of the 1950s are unlikely to be posted on the Internet. Even if there is, it is estimated that there are only a few words, so I will continue to check the place names.

In my line of work, I don't care much about Guangxi generation. Although there are ancient tombs there, the climate is very different from that of Hunan, Shaanxi and Shanxi. After living there for three days, you have to fill the soup before going to the fields, not to mention entering the local virgin forest. Moreover, the local customs and ethnic distribution habits are different, and it is not a place where normal people mix. In the old society, there were only moments of real despair for people in the Central Plains.

I was quite surprised by this survey, but the local mountains and rivers are very different. Although many Han people from the Central Plains are used to deciding the Yin and Yang rooms there according to the geomantic customs of the Central Plains, the concept is completely different.

This place is ruled by new folk grave robbers. It's said that there are grave robbers in Guangxi, and they dig directly with excavators, which is much more than that in the south.

The information on the internet is limited, and I'm sweating like a pig. I checked, and when the air conditioner blows, people calm down. So I took a shower first, thinking while washing, and I was distracted. Wang Meng was surprised when he came out without underwear. I found myself in a mess, and these things were too scattered. In my personal wisdom, it is obviously difficult to think clearly about all the problems in such a short time.

The model of model mine is a good clue, but there are still many such models in the world, and there is no good complete index. Looking for clues from this is like looking for a needle in a haystack, which is even more unreliable.

I fell asleep thinking about it that night, and my mind was in a mess.

In the morning, a heavy gangster washed himself with cold water, then scanned all these things, sent them to some people he knew, and visited several relatives, all going through the motions, wondering who he could ask about it. Suddenly I thought of someone who made my grandfather forget his old friends and liked me when I was a child. This guy and I are in the same business. We used to love landscape design institutes specializing in the maintenance of ancient buildings. So I bought some wine and vegetables and went to visit.

I haven't seen you for n years. I think the old man is probably still old-fashioned, so he was rude and told the truth directly. The old man opened the pattern and looked at it. After only a few seconds, he said, "Are you sure this is the house where people live?"

After listening to what the old man said, I asked him what he said. He said, "You have studied architecture for so many years, but you can't even understand it? Look at the lights in this house. "

My heart says I can read design, but I can't read style! That's not drawn by national standard software. I took it and looked at it briefly. I suddenly realized that this has nothing to do with design, but the layout of the house. I fell a few times, determined the southeast and northwest, carefully pushed it, and my heart was numb. There is a problem!

This house is designed in such a way that all the houses under the eaves have no chance to get sunlight, not even reflected light. It's sunny outside, and it may be dark inside.

"This ..."

"This is a darkroom."

How did Style Ray design this kind of house? I pushed it carefully again and found that the house was cleverly designed to avoid light. Although that can't guarantee that it won't be photographed at all, at least it can be confirmed that it is intentional layout.

Can't people who live in this house see the sun? Vampires? This is nonsense, I think of "dark circles". Is everyone in this room as blind as he is? Or did the emperor have a whim to build a house to hide from cats and dogs?

"Have you seen this kind of house before?" I asked the old man.

He frowned and shook his head: "There are people who do the opposite. This house is unfit for living! However, I do know that there was a place in ancient times that had similar requirements, but it was not so strict. "

"Where?" My heart moved and asked.

"Yizhuang."

"Yizhuang? Such a big house is full of dead people? "

Impossible, Yizhuang won't be so big. I can clearly see that this house has many different structures, and it should be an ordinary residence in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

"Where did you get this?" The old man asked me.

Naturally, you can't tell the truth, just say you found it from the market. The old man is obviously interested, so I will tell him to study it well.

Of course not, but considering that it is useless to put it here, I asked him if he could go to the industry to help me inquire about this thing again. If there is progress, this thing can be given away for nothing.

This gift is quite authentic, and the old man promised not to mention it. He kept me at night and invited me to drink.

The old man lived alone and was lonely in his later years. When I came here, I thought about spending some time with him and talking with him, so I stayed.

Two people drank half a catty, and I talked with him endlessly about style. He told me that Style Lei was actually a family of craftsmen in the late Ming Dynasty, and in the Qing Dynasty, Lei Fada was the first generation to enter the palace.

At that time, Kangxi rebuilt the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and on the day of the beam, Kangxi led the minister of civil and military affairs to personally salute, but the beam was an old beam, which could not be completed and hung. The director of the Ministry of Industry was surprised, worried that he would blame Liang wrongly, and quickly found Lei Fada and awarded him a crown.

LeiFa sleeve axe soft, climbed up the beam, holding high the bronze axe. He only heard "dong, dong, dong" three times, and the wooden beam fell down with a bang. In an instant, drums and music were ringing, and the officials of the civil and military forces shouted "Long live". Emperor Kangxi Liang Licheng was very happy and immediately summoned Lei Fada to teach him face to face as the director of the Ministry of Industry. Therefore, the folk left a ballad of "Lu Ban on the top, Long Ban on the bottom, Wei Zi taking orders, and the Golden Palace sealing the palace".

Style Ray has been in The Apprentice ever since, and when his son Lei Jinyu was developed, he was already the head of the style room. It is said that Lei Jinyu's craftsmanship is more superb, and he can imitate western precision clocks and integrate western machinery with China tradition. In addition to large buildings, he also made many wonderful things in the palace.

I know a lot about me, but I'm not interested in it, so I asked the old man, do you know how mine rotted?

The old man said that no one knows this, and there are many sayings. It is said that the last time Style Lei offended Empress Dowager Cixi, and that it was too weak to build large buildings in the late Qing Dynasty. But there is another saying, I don't know if it is true or not.

I want to hear everything about it. The old man drank a little too much and was very serious. He said in a low voice, "We all know that the Manchu Dynasty came from outside. As a nomadic people, it is common to have roots outside the customs. After the death of the Mongolian emperor, the body will be transported to the customs for burial. Legend has it that in the early Qing Dynasty, Regent Dourgen didn't know how long the regime could last, so he transported all his jewels and belongings to the customs for burial, and the emperor at that time was also buried outside the customs. Later, the situation was stable, and two tombs were built in the pass.

"However, this is just a cover. The royal family has never been sure. The East-West Mausoleum is just a pseudo-mausoleum, where eunuchs and maids are buried. After the death of the Manchu emperor, most of them were buried in secret places outside the customs. There are many strange patterns in the style mine. I don't know what it is designed for. Presumably, it is a part of the imperial tomb outside the customs.

"Although Style Lei did not participate in the specific construction of the imperial tomb, most of the internal design came from his own hands. The decline of the dynasty at the end of the Qing Dynasty naturally led to persecution. Fortunately, the situation was chaotic at that time, and the court had no time to take care of too many things in this regard. Otherwise, Style Lei may not end up like this. "

I was stunned. "Dongling and Xiling are huge. How can they be fake? "

"This is the power of the Manchu dynasty. Instead of each imperial tomb, it is better to make a huge fake target to attract everyone's attention. I estimate that if there is such a group of imperial tombs, it must be in Changbai Mountain or Daxinganling. "

As I listened, my heart thumped and I remembered the Jurchen script and the huge underground mountains I saw in Changbai Mountain.

"These are all hearsay and basically can't be verified." The old man added, "Look, the mausoleum of Genghis Khan has not been found yet! The possibility of exploring the imperial tomb outside Guanwai is too low. Even one hundred of your uncles may never be found. "

I nodded, indeed, not from some cold sweat.

I really haven't heard of these. After years of searching in the customs, many researchers found that the weakness in the late Qing Dynasty was abnormal. I wonder if the emperor buried the property. Accordingly, this pass may be a larger mausoleum group than the mysterious Mongolian imperial tomb.

The old man said these things, drank almost, and soon became delirious. I asked for leave and immediately went back to the hotel to check the information about the house lighting for a long time, but unfortunately I didn't get much.

I thought it would lead to a protracted tug-of-war, so I thought about going back to Hangzhou first. After all, my uncle's business is in my hands, and I can't refuse it without improvement. I have to show up at the right time. Unexpectedly, the next morning, the old man came to me with two people in a hurry.

Both of them are about his age, one surnamed Ruan and the other surnamed Fang. It was introduced that they were three well-known brokers in Beijing, Changsha and Shanghai. I shook hands warmly and said a lot of compliments as soon as I came up, which made me puzzled.

We sat down in the lobby of the hotel, and the old man came straight to the point and said, "These two have come up with a high price to buy your tricks. Although you didn't say anything yesterday, their prices are a bit high. I wonder if you will change your mind. "

The old man is also very rich. He said it was high. It should be a bit outrageous.

The man surnamed Ruan immediately reached out and I saw that he was going to compete with his opponent. This guy is really an expert, and he is old school.

In shareholder transactions, people will not "bargain" when setting up stalls. When holding hands and moving a few fingers, there is a fixed way to communicate.

I reached out and shook it. The price he offered is really high, which is beyond the scope of style thunder. However, after staying with his uncle and seeing the real big deal, the price didn't surprise me. What surprised me was the old man's hand. His fingers are getting old in the second quarter. This is called coffin board. The coffin board is carried too much. Even if this guy is not a native teacher, he must have done this job.

I kept a straight face, feeling a bit like everyone else, and said, "If I sell it to you at this price, the experts will think that I cheated you, which is not good for my reputation. Besides, this thing is still useful to me, and I really can't give it to you. You tell your customers that I'm sorry I can't give up my love. "

He stretched out his hand to compete with my opponent, apparently to increase the price. I raised my hand and refused, saying that the teacup was in my hand and called "Duan". If I leave, I will never sell it.

The two men looked depressed, and one of them said, "Then you can make an offer directly. To tell the truth, my boss really likes this thing. If you have a price in mind, just say it. "

I want to open/kloc-0.0 million, can he have it? I can't help but move in my heart. His customers seem to know something about this model. Curious, he asked, "What's the use of this thing?"

"We don't know." He replied: "If the customer likes it, we have to find it for him. Generally we can't ask too many questions. "

The old man winked at me. I know he thinks the same thing as I do. Just let me see if I can get something out, and then he said, "That's all! You two go back and talk to your customers. Can we talk face to face? Money is a trivial matter, and I want to fool around. In the future, if others ask, it is best to have a saying. "

However, the two men looked puzzled and said, "I'm afraid we won't see that grandpa."