The fat man looked me straight in the eye and paused, then nodded with difficulty: "Yes." ”

I feel like I might want to know about a history that has been deliberately buried. I don't know if the fat man knows this, whether it's good or bad, I'm afraid that there will be no more peaceful days in the future. I kind of regret taking the fat man to receive this so-called inheritance.

It stands to reason that if you receive a inheritance, you can't be blinded by hatred. I'm afraid that there are some charming ingredients in this relic, so it causes the fat man to substitute himself into it. Originally, I just thought it was just a chance, but now it seems that I am afraid that it is the pressure of his life!

I shook my head and said to the fat man, "Get dressed, wash, let's go to the tea room and say." ”

The so-called tea room is a small room used by the master to meet guests and talk, and there is only a small table and a few small chairs in it. There was also a set of tea sets, and there was nothing else. After the fat man washed up, I boiled water and made a cup of tea.

I don't know anything about tea yet, but I know that there is nothing defective about the tea leaves on the shelf, so I took a random can and took out a little bit with tweezers. According to the method that the master usually teaches, warm the cup first, and then wake up the tea and wash the tea. When the fat man came in after washing, I started brewing.

The tea woke up, neither of us spoke, quietly waiting for the tea to be good, I poured a cup for the fat man, and I didn't pour it myself. I watched the fat man holding the teacup and still trembled a little, probably still not calming his nerves.

The fat man took the teacup, tasted it, and without waiting for me to speak, he opened the chatterbox, and I listened quietly, pouring him full of tea without trying, and did not speak. It took me a morning to figure out the whole thing.

The fat man first told about the cause of his master's death. This dates back to July 18, 1820.

It was a sunny day, the Forbidden City was upright and hot, and it was the seventh day when Aixin Jueluo (Emperor Jiaqing) went to the Old Summer Palace to escape the summer, and I don't know why he died suddenly.

On the day of Jiaqing's death, there was no torrential rain when other emperors died, and it was still extremely hot. According to the usual practice, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs prepared for the funeral, and everything was carried out in a step-by-step manner, but there was a little variable.

The so-called variable is that the workers who normally repair the imperial mausoleum will be buried together. At that time, most of the workers were people from several families, and they also knew that after the construction of the imperial mausoleum, they must be buried. Therefore, when it was built, a separate passage was opened up in the Huangling.

When it was about to be completed, one of the families fled the capital overnight with their luggage and a stolen pass.

After a sleepless journey through mountains and rivers, I walked for two months to get food all the way, and finally came to a desolate small village with mountains and rivers and a pleasant environment. The villagers were not xenophobic, and the people of that family discovered this paradise and thought that they had been gone for two months, and they should not be able to trace it down when the whole country held a funeral. Everyone went incognito, changed the costumes of the people in the village, and lived like this.

Although this family is not a famous family, after all, they are proficient in architecture, help everyone start to build some complex craft buildings, and even start to take everyone to mine the mountains and forests, and everyone's life is gradually becoming richer.

At that time, there was no village chief or anything, and everyone felt that the new group of people led everyone to live a good life. Everyone respected the patriarch of that family very much, and simply called that patriarch together.

They also intermarried with each other, and so on for about fifteen years.

On the mountains around the village, the family has built cemeteries according to feng shui to ensure the health and growth of future generations.

You may have long forgotten about the escape from building the imperial tomb. He lived so richly and happily until that afternoon.

Everyone was working day after day as usual, and suddenly a group of Qing soldiers poured in, less than ten people. With the portrait of the patriarch, he broke into the village.

We want to arrest those people, because the people of this family are still alive, because they know the various mechanisms and secret passages of the Yongzheng Tomb. They are still alive, how can the first emperor sleep steadily, what if one day they go to steal the tomb of the first emperor! So they must die. I don't know why it took fifteen years to find this place, and I don't know why after fifteen years, there are still people who remember this incident.

That portrait is still the portrait registered for the construction of the imperial mausoleum when he was young. Maybe it's been too long, so there's only a portrait of him.

"Someone came, it was him, and he dared to run away! Brothers, take care of him! One of the officers who took the lead immediately spotted the old patriarch sitting on the ground smoking a dry cigarette. pointed at him and said, "It's him, who has let our brother toss outside for two years." Kill him and go back to reward him for meritorious deeds. Remember, don't hit him in the neck, there are two moles on that piece of skin, cut off that piece of skin and go back to it! ”

"Okay!" The soldiers screamed and ran at him.

This patriarch is no longer the old man, and he really can't run. It didn't take two steps to get caught. People dragged their feet on the ground, kicking and running at the same time.

"Help. Everyone save me, I have sat for you for so many years, you save me. There are only ten of them, and they will resist together! The old patriarch shouted, begging for help.

But in less than a minute, maybe only ten seconds, and he got the answer, and the answer was a pair of bloody hands! When he was being dragged along, he grabbed a villager who didn't dare to move on the road, and the villager was still a person he cared about very much, and kicked him away when he came up, and directly gave him a kick in the hand. They are so vicious!

There will always be hope, he will see his own son. His mood immediately improved, and he endured the severe pain of the beating and injured hand, and tried his best to shout for help to his son. He even decided that as long as he was saved, the patriarch would give his son and he would live a stable life.

But a look of pain flashed in his son's eyes, and he whispered, "Old man, I'm still young. Then he turned and departed

The patriarch looked at his son's distant back and gave up struggling.

No one rescued him, in fact, as long as everyone resisted, he would be easily rescued, but no one. The patriarch gave up hope of survival.

He was beaten to death, he was cut, and no one looked at him. Until he was thrown into a ditch, the Qing soldiers left. The village went on business as usual the next day, as if nothing had happened. Maybe everyone still feels guilty in their hearts, but everyone is silent, as if you can escape the past by letting it go.

It's just, can you really escape?

The nightmare has just begun!