"Ah", Lao Yu woke up from a dream, a real nightmare, I couldn't help but think of the old lady and little sister at home, when I was sad, a loud cry came from the ear into the brain, "Get up and give Lao Tzu up, a bunch of pigs, what time is it, still sleeping." ”

Lao Yu is actually not old, only more than 30 points, has been working on this construction site for six years, has never been in contact with his family in the past six years, not because he does not want to contact, is that he can't go out at all, he is a stonemason, has a good skill in carving stones, was forcibly requisitioned to build a mausoleum for this prince and king. This dream made Lao Yu miss his hometown immensely.

How is the little sister, is she married, the old lady is not in good health, I don't know if she is better now. The local officials promised that as long as they came to repair the mausoleum, they would be exempted from paying taxes at home, and if there were no taxes, their mother and son should be okay, but their father died early, and the family did not have much labor, so they were worried for a while.

Lao Yu fumbled to pick up the coat and put it on his body, now is the darkest time before dawn, every day until dark, get up in the morning before dawn to continue to work, this physical fatigue is one aspect, the main thing is that this homesickness is difficult to discharge.

After walking out of the door, because the pace was a little slower, the foreman had already whipped to the head, Lao Yu deviated his head, let go of the head, the whip was whipped on the body, made a pop, and was beaten many times, and Lao Yu mastered a set of methods to deal with whips.

The thin padded jacket had been hollowed out by the whip. Lao Yu came to the door, saw a layer of hoarfrost on the ground in the dark, Lao Yu tightened his body and walked to the workshop.

When the day was slightly bright, the foreman went to breakfast, Xiao Mao sneaked to Lao Yu's side, and whispered, "There are still two hundred yuan left, and it's basically okay." "It is rumored on the construction site that their workers will be buried together, and the owner of the tomb will bury the craftsmen who built the mausoleum alive for the sake of secrecy.

So they privately discussed a way, hollowing out part of the stone in the middle, used to block the escape exit that has been dug up, the middle of the stone is hollowed out, digging up is not troublesome, the old is a good hand of hollow carving, so the old Yu is responsible for the production of this empty stone.

The construction site is very large, and it takes a long time for the foreman to turn around, so Lao Yu took the time to make a lot of hollow stones, and now with the completion of the mausoleum, this tunnel and hollow stones are basically done.

Two months later, the mausoleum was completed, everyone had a good meal, and for the first time in six years, they saw meat and fish, and Lao Yu knew that the completion was completed, and the tomb owner should do it. After eating, everyone was rushed to the construction site in batches, and the foreman made a passionate speech, saying that everyone has worked hard over the years, and there is some finishing work, and everyone can go home after doing it.

So everyone scattered and began to finish the work in various parts of the cemetery, suddenly the sky was dark, the top was capped and sealed, and the foreman shouted to everyone before the seal, so that everyone could rest assured, this was just a test, but then Lao Yu heard the sound of sealing the pile and covering the soil.

It didn't take long for everyone to panic, because the air in the tomb became thin, and the laborers began to slam the door, scurrying, and some of the laborers began to pull out the cracks in the stones with their fingers, and their fingers were bloody.

When Lao Yu was looking left and right, he found that someone was holding his hand, and when he looked back, it was Xiao Mao, Xiao Mao pulled Lao Yu to a very small cemetery, there were already dozens of people waiting there, Lao Yu looked at them and nodded, and the leading worker took an iron pickaxe and began to smash the wall.

After a while, the effort smashed out a place that could accommodate one person to pass through, everyone entered the small hole, and began to crawl forward, the passage was not straight, it seemed to be several miles of winding, it can be seen how hard the project was at that time, all this was done secretly.

Just when it was near the end, the foreman at the front raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, and a stone block in front of him was blocked, as long as the stone was pushed away, everyone could escape from the ascension, and Lao Yu had already begun to miss the kimchi of his hometown.

Suddenly, the leader seemed to have found a problem, the hole was originally blocked by a hollow stone, and it was reasonable to smash it lightly, but now it can't be smashed open, this problem is big, the hole is not strong, the leader can't open it with all his strength, the leader is desperate, and he turned his head and asked: "Old Yu, are you sure that all the stones are hollowed out?"

Lao Yu paused and said, "It should be hollowed out," the leader was angry, did you hollow it out, at this critical juncture, everyone's emotions were very easy to infect, and some craftsmen began to look at Lao Yu angrily.

After tossing for a while, the leader gave up and instructed everyone to retreat, so everyone retreated to the tomb again, and the leader and Xiao Mao began to sit on the ground and discuss what to do.

After discussing for a long time, they didn't come up with any useful solutions, and the leading few people began to quarrel, and after a while, the quarrel became louder and louder, and they began to fight, and as the fight became more and more intense, more and more craftsmen joined the war group.

At this time, someone suddenly said that we can't get out is the problem of the stone, we should find the person who made the stone to settle the account, and immediately everyone's emotions were mobilized, and some people began to wave their fists at Lao Yu, and after a while, more and more people joined to fight Lao Yu, and Lao Yu was able to block at first, and finally fell to the ground, with an iron pickaxe, Lao Yu fell into darkness.

Lao Song got up from death row and muttered to himself, it's all this time, and he still has such a dream, Lao Song sat up and sighed, Lao Song is a painter, and he is usually a cultural person, helping others write letters, writing couplet portraits and the like, life is still passable, but he usually considers himself a literati, and he usually can't do big things, and he doesn't bother to do small things, so the relationship with his wife has always been tense.

With the passage of time, the contradiction between husband and wife is getting deeper and deeper, Lao Song generally sleeps in the art gallery, and does not go back at night, literati have literati temperament, literati temperament is always liked by someone, no, the daughter-in-law of the old Wang family next door came to Lao Song's house to ask for a painting, and fell in love with Lao Song.

Three days and two ends to the old Song Art Museum, although the old Song is not a disciple, but also not Yanashita Hui, plus the relationship between husband and wife is not good, this back and forth two on the hook up, suffering from no chance to get along, usually the museum is full of people, the two in the gallery hugging and kissing is also improvised, if the cheating is really inconvenient, the little daughter-in-law is going home at night or no chance.

Finally, the opportunity came, Lao Wang was going to go far away, that night Lao Song secretly touched the little daughter-in-law's boudoir, the two of them did firewood, several spring breezes, woke up in the morning Lao Song was dumbfounded, and the little daughter-in-law who was sleeping next to him was killed. At this time, even if Lao Song has a thousand mouths, he can't tell clearly.

The meal was opened, and the shouting of the cell head interrupted Lao Song's thoughts, today's meal was much richer than before, and there was even wine, Lao Song knew that the severed head meal had arrived, and he was not in the mood to eat, so he picked up the wine jug and drank half drunk on the wine jug, and then followed the cell head to the entrance of the vegetable market.

Lao Song looked up at the sky, it was really noon, the sun was shining, he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, Lao Song's eyes were a little uncomfortable, and the executioner's knife fell obliquely from above Lao Song's head in the direction of the sun.

Lao Song closed his eyes, suddenly opened them again, and smiled weirdly, the surrounding scene cracked like a mirror, and then the crack quickly expanded and fell apart. Ma Yao sat up from the bed, "Dare to use dreams to kill me, hmph, this is the so-called god-killing and heartless Dafa?"