These are really old files, gnawed by rats, and their faces are full of rat feces. I took a random one, which should have been an old document at that time, and my face was full of ash.

If someone has flipped it, it will inevitably be different, I hurriedly instructed Wang Meng to take a closer look, is there anything suspicious?

Tiptoeing around the pile of documents, Wang Meng soon made a discovery, and when he looked over, there were several stacks of documents neatly placed in the original place. Four stacks side by side, put together to form a square.

Wang Meng said: "Boss, do you think that's what you mean?" The man looked through it here, and was too tired to stand, so he made a stool out of these papers. ”

I nodded, indeed, almost imaginable. The man sat down on the document stool and could look more closely.

I turned 360 degrees in place to determine which direction the person was facing when he was sitting, and then I found that if I was facing the back, the shelf on one side could be used as a flashlight as a lamp. As I recreated the situation in my head, I put my flashlight off and looked down at my feet. Clearing the dust, there were a few old cigarette butts in front of him, and in front of him, there was a stack of papers.

A large envelope here weighs at least four or five pounds, and it is impossible to hold the scattered documents in your hand. The pile in front of me may have been used as a table by him. That's what he was looking at. Smoking and watching, this fucking kid is quite laid-back!

But it was still useless, there were documents all around, and it was impossible to guess what he was looking for, maybe he found what he needed and took it away.

I was a little fascinated to flip through the document a few times, and suddenly a thought flashed through my mind, thinking of the handwriting of the pair, and I couldn't help but have a ghostly thought - for the time being, if the pair of notes was really written by "me", what would I think of the document?

I asked Wang Meng to hand me an envelope, opened the "table" it placed in front of me, picked up one and flipped through it. Then I recalled my usual habits, and while pondering, I folded the pages I had read with my right hand, and when I reached a certain thickness, I put them far aside, and put them very properly.

This is a habit of mine, because when I am engaged in rubbing, often the whole table is full of paper, messy, and I like to let go far away and distinguish it from other documents. And the distance of release must be within the reach of the hand.

I looked around to see if there was a place I could put anything within this distance, and I saw a stack of boxes stacked on my right, and I reached over at just the right distance.

I chuckled in my heart, a little resistant, if even this was guessed correctly, wouldn't it prove that the person who is looking at things here is really me?

But I only hesitated for a moment, and then took the paper. Whatever! They've all died once anyway, so what's there to worry about about this kind of thing?

I put a stack of files in front of me, and the first one was a table, which seemed to be a budget for allowances, with several names, and the most allowances were four hundred and forty-seven, ninety-two yuan. I didn't know much about the salary system at the time, but it was certainly astronomical at the time.

This allowance is generally given to the Soviets, and I was not interested in this, and quickly noticed that there was a line in the corner of the form: Allowance Table for Expatriates of the Archaeological Project of the Sizhangjiapu Site in Guangxi.

That's right! That's it!

Flipping through the pages, all the pages have been scrambled, below is an extension of the table, all of them are some names, and at the end there is a chapter, which is indeed the stamp of this archaeological institute. I saw a rì period in this stamp, which is a document from 1956.

Behind it is a summary of information, not mimeographed, but all handwritten records, what room number. Length and width: There is also a schematic diagram, the handwriting is sloppy, because of what happened just now, so I subconsciously looked at the notes, which are completely strangers' words, and there are a lot of differences, obviously not a person is recording.

I quickly turned the page, and after page fourteen or five, I saw something different.

It was a floor plan of something, but it wasn't a modern professional floor plan, it was drawn with a brush. Just look at it yourself and know that this is a "style thunder" of the Qing Dynasty.

"Style Lei" is a pronoun, referring to a family of Qing Dynasty royal designers surnamed Lei. They were in charge of the design of almost all the royal buildings, but at that time the status of craftsmen was low, and even the world's largest artisan families remained unknown in the eyes of ordinary people. Most people in modern times don't know that there is such a family, and only those of us who are engaged in architecture and gardens know how awesome the "style thunder" is.

In China's 5,000-year history, style thunder has only existed for 200 years, but now China's world cultural heritage, one-fifth of which is made by style thunder, has to be served.

After the completion of the Summer Palace, the style thunder suddenly declined, and some speculate that this was related to the fact that the Manchu dynasty was no longer able to build huge complexes. However, the decline of style thunder is very strange, I have read a report, saying that it was abandoned overnight, and the speed is very fast, I don't know what major changes have been experienced.

After the decline, the descendants of Style Lei sold a large number of ancestral "hot sample drawings", which were the crystallization of Chinese architecture, and the number was extremely large. Some of them have been lost overseas and to the private sector, and there are also a considerable number of domestic officials, so it is still a relatively common thing. In our department, everyone who studies national forestry and planning is so familiar with this that I can't be more familiar with it, so I recognized it at once.

This picture should be related to the Zhangjiapu ruins, so to speak, the ruins should be something from the Qing Dynasty, and it may still be the work of Style Lei.

This is a recopy, and the original must be in the museum.

I was a little interested in these things, so I took a cursory look. The drawings depict a large courtyard, which should be a mansion, and it is quite large depending on the scale, several verticals and several depths. Looking at the structure, it should be a private house.

Style Lei is a royal designer, and there are few opportunities to design a private house, and the owner of this house must be a big official, or someone with a lot of origins.

I looked for the name of the house on the side, but I didn't see anything.

The next few also killed the same pattern, most of which are "copying Pingzi" pictures. The design drawings of the style lei are extremely detailed, with records of various angles, single buildings, and decomposed parts, including the surrounding feng shui, landforms, and even the giant meridian grid square dot matrix of the entire ground of the "Pingzi".

I flipped through it, and there were more than a dozen pages, and finally there was the index page of the document, indicating how many things were in it, and my heart moved, and I took it and corresponded to the information inside, and found that there were six sheets of paper missing just by the number of pages.

If you guessed correctly, it was taken by that person at that time. What is in my hands now is the key, but even so, it is a big breakthrough for me, who has no clue at all.

After sorting out the documents in his hand, he looked around again, and knew that there was no way to gain anything here, so he beckoned Wang Meng, who was still rummaging, to go back.

It took him a few shouts before he came to his senses. I walked over and asked him what he was doing. He shone a flashlight into the corner of the warehouse and asked, "Boss, what is that for?" ”

I looked up and saw a cage welded horizontally and vertically with iron bars behind the debris.

Looking over, the cage was half a man tall and rusty. Wang Meng used a flashlight to shine inside, shining a broken bowl. "Is it a cage for dogs?"

I shook my head, the horizontal and vertical iron bars of this cage are welded very tightly, there is no need to weld a dog like this! Maybe it's the leftovers of steel left over from the previous construction of the house, but it's not something I can manage. Immediately asked Wang Meng not to delay, I was in a hurry to verify something.

I went back to the hotel directly, he went to take a shower, and I went directly to the net and began to check the things in my hand.

First of all, I looked for the information of the so-called "Sizhangjiapu site investigation", but found nothing. When I thought about it, the events of the 1950s were unlikely to be posted on the Internet, and even if there were, it was estimated that it was only a few words, so I continued to look up the name of the place.

Those who are engaged in my line of work do not care much about the Guangxi generation, although there are ancient tombs there, but the climate is very different from Hunan, Shaanxi, and Shanxi. When I went there for three days, I poured a decoction before I went to the ground, let alone into the local primeval forest. And the customs and ethnic distribution habits are different, and it is not a place where normal people mix. In the old society, for the people of the Central Plains, it was only when they were really desperate.

I was quite surprised by this investigation, but the local mountains and landforms are too different, although many Han people from the Central Plains also set yīn yang houses there according to the feng shui customs of the Central Plains, but the concept is completely different.

I heard that some people robbed tombs in Guangxi and dug them directly with excavators, which is much higher than that of the southern sect.

The information on the network was limited, I was sweating, I checked it, the air conditioner blew, and the person calmed down, so I went to take a shower first, and thought while washing, I actually washed away, and when I came out, I didn't wear underwear, which scared Wang Meng. I found myself in a mess of thoughts, all of which were so scattered, that with my own wisdom, it was obviously difficult to think through all the problems in such a short period of time.

The pattern of style thunder is a good clue, but there are many of these patterns that have survived, and there is no good complete index. Finding clues from this end is like looking for a needle in a haystack, which is even more unreliable.

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

I got up early in the morning and was drowsy, washed myself with cold water to sober up, and then scanned all these things, sent them to some people I knew, and went to visit a few relatives, all of them went through the motions, and at the same time thought about who I could ask about it. Suddenly I thought of someone who made my grandfather's New Year's friend listen to me when I was a child. This guy and I are peers, and I used to love the Landscape Design Institute, specializing in overhauling ancient buildings. So I bought some snacks and went to visit.

I haven't seen him for n years, and I think that this old man is probably still the same temper as before, so I didn't be polite, and told the truth directly. The old man flipped through the pattern and looked at it, and then said in a few seconds, "Are you sure this is a house where people live?" ”

I heard what the old man had to say, so I asked him what he said. He said: "You have studied architecture yourself for so many years, don't you know how to look at it?" Look at the lighting of this house. ”

I said I would look at the design, but I wouldn't! That's not drawn by the national standard software. After taking a cursory look, I suddenly realized that this had nothing to do with the blueprint, and the problem was the layout of the house. After pouring a few times, I determined the southeast and northwest, and pushed carefully, and I felt a stirring in my heart, there was indeed a problem!

The house is designed in such a way that all the rooms under the eaves will not be able to shine in the sun, and there will not even be a reflection of the light. When the sun is shining outside, it can be dark inside.

"This ......"

"It's a darkroom."

How could "Style Ray" design such a house? I pushed it a little more carefully, and found that the house was very cleverly designed, deliberately avoiding light. While that doesn't guarantee that you won't be able to do anything about it, it's at least certain that it's an intentional layout.

Can't the people who live in this house see the sun? Bloodsucker? This is nonsense, and I thought of the "eyes of black eyes", could it be that the people in this house can't see the bright light like him? Or was it the emperor's whim to build a house to hide and seek?

"Have you ever seen a house like this before?" I asked the old man. 、

He frowned and shook his head: "There are those who do the opposite." This house can't be inhabited! But I do know that there was a place in ancient times that had similar requirements to this one, but it was not so strict. ”

"Where?" My heart moved, and I asked.

"Yizhuang."

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

Impossible, Yizhuang will not be so large, I can clearly see that this house has many different structures, it should be an ordinary house in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

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

Naturally, I couldn't tell the truth, so I said that I had bought it from the market, and the old man was obviously quite interested, so I asked me to pass it on to him and let him study it carefully.

Naturally, I refused, but thinking that it wouldn't be of much use here, I asked him if he could go to the industry to help me inquire about this thing? If there is progress, this thing can be given away for nothing, and nothing will be taken.

This gift was done more authentically, and the old man readily agreed not to mention it, and left me late without leaving, and invited me to drink.

The old man lived alone, and in his old age he was relatively lonely, so I had already thought about spending some time with him and talking to him when I came here, so I stayed.

The two of them drank half a catty, and he and I talked endlessly about Style Lei. He told me that style lei was actually a family of craftsmen at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and in the Qing Dynasty, the first generation of people who entered the palace was developed by Lei.

At that time, Kangxi rebuilt the Taihe Palace, Liang Zhi rì, Kangxi led the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs to salute in person, but the beam was an old beam, the eyes did not fit, hanging but not falling, the Minister of Industry was stunned, lest there be a mistake Liang Jichen, hurriedly found Lei Dafa, and awarded the crown suit.

Lei developed a sleeve axe and softened his body, climbed the beam urgently, raised the copper axe, only to hear the "knock, knock, knock" sound three times in a row, and the wooden beam "boom" fell steadily. Suddenly, the drums sounded in unison, and the civil and military officials shouted "Long live". Liang Licheng, Emperor Kangxi's dragon heart Dayue, immediately summoned Lei Dafa and taught him to build the director class of the Ministry of Industry. Therefore, the people of the time left a ballad of "there is a Luban, there is a long class, Ziwei follows the order, and the Golden Palace seals the palace".

After that, Style Lei has been soaring, and when Lei Jinyu, Lei Jinyu, the son of Lei Fafa, was already the head of the style room. It is said that Lei Jinyu's craftsmanship is more superb, and he can imitate Western jīng secret clocks, integrating Western machinery with Chinese tradition, in addition to large buildings, many strange and kat things in the palace are also made by him.

I know a lot about Style Lei, and I'm not interested in these, so I asked the old man, do you know how Style Lei decayed?

The old man said that no one knows this, and there are many theories. It is said that the last style Lei offended the queen mother, and said that the late Qing Dynasty was weak and could not afford to build large buildings. But there is another statement, I don't know if it's true or not.

I'd like to hear about it. The old man drank a little too much, very seriously, and lowered his voice and said: "We all know that the Manchu Qing Dynasty came from outside the Guan, and the nomads are the nomads, and it is a practice to have their roots outside the Guan. After the death of the Mongol emperor, the body was transported to the gate for burial. Legend has it that at the beginning of the Manchu Dynasty, the regent Dolgon did not know how long the regime would last, so he transported all the jewelry and belongings he had obtained to the customs and buried them, and the emperor at that time was also buried outside the customs. Later, the situation stabilized, and the East and West Tombs were built in the Guannei.

However, this is just a disguise, the imperial family has always been uncertain, the East and West Tombs are only pseudo-tombs, the burials are eunuchs and maids, most of the Manchu emperors after their deaths, were secretly buried in secret places outside the Guan. There are a lot of strange patterns in the style of Lei, and I don't know what the design is, but it is presumed that it is a part used in the Imperial Tomb outside the Guanwai. ”

Although he did not participate in the construction of the specific imperial mausoleum, most of the interior design was made by him, and he was naturally persecuted when the dynasty fell at the end of the Qing Dynasty, but fortunately, the situation was chaotic at that time, and the imperial court had no time to take care of too many things in this regard. Otherwise, I'm afraid that the style thunder will not stop at this end. ”

I was stunned when I heard it, "The scale of the East and West Tombs is huge, can there be a fake?" ”

"This is the power of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, instead of every imperial tomb is preoccupied, it is better to make a huge fake target to attract everyone's attention. I estimate that if there is really this group of imperial tombs outside the Guan, it must be in Changbai Mountain or the Great and Small Xing'an Mountains. ”

As I listened, I chuckled in my heart, thinking of the Jurchen characters and the huge underground mountain range I had seen in Changbai Mountain in the past.

"These are all hearsay, and they basically can't be verified." The old man said, "You see that Genghis Khan's Mausoleum has not been discovered until now!" The possibility of exploring the imperial tomb outside the Guanwai is too low, even a hundred of your third uncle, I am afraid that I will not be able to find it in my lifetime. ”

I nodded, which was also true, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

I really haven't heard of these, the Manchu Qing Dynasty has been searching in the customs for many years, and many researchers have found that the weakness of the late Qing Dynasty is not normal, and I don't know if the emperor buried the property. In this sense, this may be a larger group of mausoleums than the mysterious Mongolian imperial tombs.

After the old man said this, he was almost drunk, and soon he was delirious, so I took my leave and went back to the hotel immediately, and checked the information about the lighting of the house for a long time, but unfortunately I didn't get much.

originally thought that this matter would enter a protracted tug-of-war after that, so I thought about going back to Hangzhou first, after all, the third uncle's business is under my hands, and I can't let it decay if it doesn't get up, and I have to be there when it's supposed to be. Unexpectedly, the next morning, the old man came to me with two people in a hurry.

Both of them are about the same age as him, one surnamed Ruan and the other surnamed Fang, and as soon as they were introduced, they learned that they were all famous brokers from Běi Jīng, Changsha, and Hai. As soon as they came, they shook hands warmly with me and said a lot of compliments, which made me baffled.

We sat down in the lobby of the hotel, and the old man got straight to the point and said, "These two want to buy your 'pattern' at a high price." You said yesterday that you wouldn't take a penny, but they offered a bit of a high price, and I don't know if you'll change your mind. ”

The old man is also quite rich, and he said that it is high, which should be a bit outrageous.

The man surnamed Ruan immediately stretched out his hand, and I saw that it was going to be against me. This guy is really an expert, and old-school.

In shareholder transactions, those who are not too "bargaining" in the stall transaction have a set of fixed methods to communicate with both hands and a few fingers to move.

I reached over and shook it, the price he offered was indeed high, beyond the scope of Style Lei, but after staying with the third uncle and seeing the real big deals, this price did not surprise me. I was amazed by the man's hand. The second section of his fingers is all Lao Zhao, this is called the coffin, it is carried out by carrying the coffin board too much, even if this guy is not a soil master, he must have done this business.

I didn't keep my word, this is because I feel a bit of everyone's demeanor, and said: "If I sell you at this price, the connoisseurs will think that I have cheated you, which is not good for my reputation." And I still have a useful thing for you, and I really can't give it to you. You and your patron say, sorry, you can't cut love. ”

He reached over and was going to play against me, apparently trying to increase the price. I raised my hand to refuse, saying that the teacup was in my hand, which was called "end", and it was cut off, that is, it was never sold.

The two of them looked depressed, and one of them said, "Then you can make a direct offer." To be honest, my boss really likes this thing, if you have a price in mind, you might as well say it. ”

If I want to open a million, he can ask for it too? I couldn't help but feel that his patron might know something about this pattern, and in curiosity, I asked, "What is the use of this thing for him?" ”

"We don't know." He replied, "If the patron likes it, we'll have to find him." In general, we can't ask too much. ”

The old man glanced at me, and I knew that he had the same idea as I did, that is, to let me see if I could make a difference, and he said, "That's it! You two go back and say to your client, should we talk to each other? Money is a trivial matter, and I also want to mix it up, so that when others ask about it in the future, there will be an explanation. ”

The two of them looked embarrassed and said, "I'm afraid that the master is not something we can see." ”