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This was the longest year of Qin Beiyang's life.

For three hundred and sixty days, I did not see a single day, let alone a single star or moonlight. In the underground palace of Emperor Guangxu, there are usually a few migrant workers in and out, but they are only responsible for transporting materials and tools, and installing large parts, such as tomb doors and copper pipe fans. As for the elaborate carving inside the underground palace, it all had to be completed by Qin Customs. Every day, food is brought and excrement is taken with them.

Qin Beiyang is ten years old and has grown taller, but there can't be a mirror in the tomb, and he doesn't know what he has become. I have to rely on my father to describe it, but Qin Customs is not good at words, and he only has three words when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth: good man!

Through the oil lamp in the dungeon, he could see his father's beard, the braids on the back of his head had become a mess, and a thick layer of plates had grown on his originally shaved forehead.

In the long night of the "prison", Qin Beiyang came up with various ways to pass the time. He only had textbooks from German schools in his suitcase, which was not enough. Qin Customs reported to the mausoleum superintendent that they wanted to purchase a batch of books to transport to the underground palace, but they were approved.

Qin Beiyang put pen to paper and made a list of books: "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin", "Journey to the West", "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Zhou Yi", "The Mean", "Spring and Autumn", "Zuo Biography", "Historical Records", "New Tang Book", "Old Tang Book", "Du Gongbu Collection", "Youyang Miscellaneous Works", "Taiping Guangji", "Diamond Sutra", "Biography", "History of the French Revolution", "History of Japanese Reform", "Theory of Heavenly Evolution", ......

Together, these books are worth a lot of money, and Qin Customs can receive five silver yuan salaries per month, anyway, there is nowhere to spend them underground, so they are all posted to buy books for children. Qin Beiyang first got "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and still read it from the one hundred and fourth chapter, Zhuge Liang's star falling autumn wind and five zhang yuan. Day and night, a spike of wick, the light of the ever-bright lamp, illuminates the dead Zhuge and scares away the life of Zhongda, Sima Zhao's heart is known to passers-by, Wuhou Xiansheng Dingjun Mountain, Liu Zhan, the king of the northern land, cries the ancestral temple, a piece of descending flags out of the stone, and the three points are unified.

First it was summer, then it was autumn. In the sound of hammers and chisels beating at Qin Customs, the books around Qin Beiyang were already piled up. The wicks he cut can also be bundled, and often in his sleep, he recites aloud Sun Wuzi's six such as the art of war, "its speed is like the wind, its xu is like a forest, the invasion is like fire, the immobility is like a mountain, the difficult to know is like yin, and the movement is like thunder."

The cold winter is slowly coming, and the dungeon is back to the tide, and a thick layer of ice ballast has formed. The ancestral system strictly forbade the fire in the underground palace to keep warm, and the Qin father and son had to wear thick cotton jackets to work, and when they were tired, they went into the bearskin jacket to sleep.

The spring is cold, and I can't see the peach blossoms in March, and I can't see the return of Xinyan to the north. Qin Beiyang regarded the land of 10,000 years after the death of the Qing Emperor as his own study, asked for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, circled the book, and made eyebrow criticisms and annotations, sometimes holding back a few ancient sayings, and even writing a few German words, so as not to forget them for a long time.

Whenever the warm blood jade pendant on his chest was hot in the middle of the night, he would dream of his adoptive parents, Qiu Desheng and his wife, the night of the destruction of the Tianjin German Concession, the faces of the two assassins, one old and one young, the blood droplets flying over his eyelashes to cover the moonlight, the dagger inserted in his adoptive mother's chest, and the comet on the handle of the ivory knife......

He swore that he would live for revenge.

In these twelve months, Qin Beiyang was not industrious. He often runs and exercises in the cemetery to vent the energy of children. Only the golden well in the center of the underground palace, he would never dare to touch it, so Emperor Guangxu did not come to dream again.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

To become a good craftsman, you must first master the tools - a sledgehammer and a wedge, a second hammer to smash the line, and a steel drill to pry the stone. Whether cutting, cutting, carving, shoveling, grinding, chisel is indispensable. Chisels are also divided into long chisels, short chisels, and flat chisels. The pointed chisel is used to process large utensils and nests and hollows, and the flat chisel is used for later shoveling.

Qin Beiyang learned very quickly, and the old Qin was overjoyed, his son was a natural craftsman, and he inherited the wisdom roots of his ancestors. Others can learn a skill that takes a month to master, and my son can master it in three days. Father and son soldiers, with this child as a helper, Qin Customs is like a tiger, the construction period has been accelerated a lot, and the underground palace is gradually taking shape. The carvings on the Sumeru seat and the carved dragon in the door of the tomb were all completed by Qin Beiyang himself.

In the last two months, Qin Beiyang even learned the chisel. The chisel will naturally be blunt when used more, so that it is sharp again and called the chisel. It is said that when the stonemason goes out to work, the first thing he does is to build a mud stove to light a fire and pull the bellows, bury the chisel in the charcoal to burn it red, then make the hammer polish, and repeatedly put it in water to quench. Don't rush it, slow cold quenching to ensure the quality of steel. This is the most test of the ability of the stonemason, the fire must be exactly different, the fire will be brittle and easy to break, the fire is not enough and too soft, the hole is easy to split.

The spring on the earth is about to pass, and the Qin father and son are pulling bellows in the underground palace, and they are in full swing, and even the one-year deadline has arrived, and they don't even realize it.

"Child, Daddy only tells you one thing, in this life, no matter what kind of work you do, it's nothing more than six words - don't go crazy, don't live!"

If you don't go crazy, you won't survive!

Ten-year-old Qin Beiyang repeated it dozens of times, and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Daddy!" These six words are the treasure you give to your children, and they will never be forgotten! ”

The child called "Daddy" for the first time, and Qin Customs was moved to tears, hugging his son and chanting: "If you don't go crazy, you won't survive!" ”

After seven days, the mausoleum superintendent waited for a long time to see Qin Customs come out, and then sent someone down to inform them that the ban had been lifted.

Walking out of the underground palace tomb, Lao Qin put a blindfold on his son and himself to avoid being pierced by the sun. They were led in the sun for a long time, and their eyelids gradually adapted to the light, and they saw the light again.

Qin Beiyang squinted his eyes, and first saw the long-lost earth, which was actually overgrown with green grass and small flowers, two butterflies chased and flew by, and a group of small ants climbed up to his feet. Looking at the mausoleum construction site, the people are still building the Grace Hall and the Ming Tower. Looking up at the sky, a royal blue auspicious cloud was slowly descended by the breeze, as if God had sent him to congratulate him on his second birth.

"I'll ...... too"

The boy had a messy head of hair and a lion roar in the sky, and his body was full of endless strength. Qin Beiyang rushed to the hill in one go, overlooking the feng shui treasure land of the entire Xiling, and counted the tombs of the three emperors Yongzheng, Jiaqing, and Daoguang one by one. There is a source of easy water in front of it, behind is the Taihang mountains, the mountains are full of pines and cypresses, the three emperors and five emperors descended, Chixian Shenzhou, the rivers and mountains are good, but the golden ou is broken.

Qin Customs met with the mausoleum superintendent and received a handwritten letter from the regent. From this date on, he was instructed to officially begin the construction of the Tomb Beast. Ten-year-old Qin Beiyang, as the only heir of this craftsman family, was allowed to participate in the whole process.

Although the father and son have regained their freedom, it is limited to a radius of a few dozen miles from Xiling. They were not allowed to leave on leave, let alone go to nearby Yi County or Baoding Prefecture.

Qin Beiyang inquired about Ayou's recent situation, and the mausoleum superintendent said that she was a little maid in the capital mansion, and she was getting more and more beautiful.

As spring approaches, Lao Qin often returns to the underground palace, lights candles, closes his eyes and recuperates, just like a hermit who escaped from the world in ancient times. Qin Beiyang leaned against the door of the last tomb and said, "Daddy, what is a tomb beast?" ”

In the second year of Xuantong, in 1910 of the Western calendar, the summer solstice solar term, he finally asked the most important question in his life.