"The dream of the East cannot be awakened. The sound of cannons suppresses the tiger roar in the wild forest of Malay and India. The half-awake people rub their eyes and pray for their ancestors and gods. Soon, they lose their territory, freedom and sovereignty. People with different faces stand outside the door, and their muzzles are still hot. What are their spears, poisonous crossbows, and thick shields with colorful colors? Even the gods believed by ancestors and ancestors are no longer effective! The China of the dragon flag is no longer mysterious. With trains, passing through the tombs destroys Feng Shui. The maroon-red and ear-like flags, the steel knife with green sharks, the horses with bells ringing, the wisdom and slander in the world, loyalty and reputation, even Shazilong, his martial arts and careers are dreamt about last night. Today is a train, a quick gun, a business and a terror. I heard that someone wants to kill the emperor's head!"

——Lao She "The Soul-Broken Gun"

On the day the last owner of the Forbidden City, Aisin Gioro Puyi, died, outside the red palace walls, the red ocean swept across Tokyo where "the whole of the whole world" and Paris where the "May Storm".

The plaque "The Palace Museum" written by Li Yuying of the Republic of China was replaced with an inconsistent "Blood and Tears Palace". The couplet of the Meridian Gate "smashed the footsteps of the emperors and generals of the old world, creating a new world of 700 million, and the entire world of Shun and Yao", and the horizontal banner "rebellion is justified". Fengxian Hall, which worships the portraits and plaques of ancestors of the Qing Dynasty, was transformed into a clay sculpture exhibition of "Rent Collection Courtyard" in Dayi, Sichuan, which was transformed into a crime by the Red Guards of Beijing Academy of Art.

Some people suggested building two large placards in the Hall of Supreme Harmony Square, and it is necessary to crush the "king spirit" of the hall; the emperor's throne should be sealed and a statue of a peasant holding a gun...

The situation was pressing, and Premier Zhou ordered the Forbidden City to be closed and escaped by luck.

Two years later, the Palace Museum, regardless of the "rebels" or "royalists", were all transferred to the "May 7 Cadre School" in Xianning County, Hubei Province to receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants. Wang Luosheng, an archaeological researcher at the Palace Museum, bid farewell to his wife and children, took a two-day and night train to start his career in a cowshed.

Every day, he studied farming, carrying manure, herding cattle, digging wells, asking for instructions in the morning, reporting in the evening, and singing quotations. Wang Luosheng was in his thirties, and was born in field archaeology. He loved playing basketball, was tall and strong, and was not like a weak scholar. He had just two months old, and had a long hair.

In the middle of the night that day, Wang Luosheng was taken out of the bed for a meeting. In the land temple transformed into a cowshed, there were about a dozen old men sitting, including masters of calligraphy and painting research, bronze scholars of Shang and Zhou dynasties, and top porcelain experts. Each of them was well-known.

The so-called ideological summary meeting is criticism and self-criticism, "punishing past mistakes and preventing future generations, curing diseases and saving people." Fortunately, they are all self-righteous intellectuals. Although literati are inferior to each other, no one will fire each other on such occasions, so they can only criticize themselves. Some people say that the most unlucky thing in their life was the digging of Emperor Wanli's Dingling in 1956...

A big mouse slid across the beam of the dilapidated temple. The cowshed became quiet, as if it was tied tightly by something, and knots were tied to everyone's hands, feet and mouths. When it was close to the freezing point, light snow fell from the ground outside the paper-paste window. The smell of feces temporarily blocked the cold that had penetrated into the bone marrow.

Only an old man huddled in the corner, closed his eyes and rested without being moved. This person was neither a scholar nor an expert. Wang Luosheng didn't even remember his name, so everyone just called him "old carpenter".

It was Wang Luosheng's turn to explain his thoughts. He cleared his throat and his voice was loud: "Comrade leader, my grandfather is Wang Jiawei, a professor at Peking University. In the year of the September 18th Incident, my father excavated the ancient tomb of the Eastern Han Dynasty in Luoyang, and my mother gave birth to me at the archaeological site and named it Wang Luosheng. After graduating from university, I was assigned to the Archaeology Institute."

Wherever he arrived, he told three stories of grave digging in a row, all of which took place in the Tang Dynasty tomb in Shaanxi...

"Qianling Mausoleum - the joint tomb of Emperor Gaozong of Tang Li Zhi and Empress Wu Zetian, the only two emperors in China. In the turmoil at the end of the Tang Dynasty, Wen Tao, the governor of Yaozhou, dug all the eighteen Tang tombs in Guanzhong, but the Qianling Mausoleum was not opened. Ancient books say, "Qianling Mausoleum cannot be approached, there will be wind and rain when approached." Comrade Guo Moruo believes that if the Qianling Mausoleum can be opened, it is worth a hundred times that of the Ding Mausoleum of Wanli. "Chuigong Ji" and "Jin Lun Ji" ten volumes, and the real figure of Wu Zetian, Shangguan Wan'er's handwriting will surely be able to see the sun again. Guo Lao once wrote a poem, "The stele of the stele without words is still there, and the sixty Wangbins stand in the open air. The crown of the Li Tang cultural relics is prosperous, weighing the complete wisdom of the empress. Huang Chaogou is in the tomb without any harm, and the virtues are not passed down in the reopening of the You Palace. When the reopening of Yougong, we will continue to rewind the verdict and continue the new chapter."

"You intellectuals have amazing memory!" The inspection team leader spitted.

"Mr. Guo wanted to dig up the Qianling Mausoleum because he wanted to touch the great secrets of Chinese history and overturn the case for Empress Wu Zetian. In 1960, the Qianling Excavation Committee submitted a plan to the State Council. However, Dingling Mausoleum excavated so many tricks, Premier Zhou ordered: This matter should be left as a descendant to complete. Having said that, the Qianling Excavation Committee still seconded elite soldiers and generals from all over the country, such as me. There were two princes, three kings, four princes and eight ministers buried around Qianling Mausoleum. Considering that I had experience in digging the tomb, the excavation committee asked me to take the lead in digging the tomb of Princess Yongtai next door."

The Tang history expert in the cowshed interrupted: "This Princess Yongtai is named Li Xianhui, Wu Zetian's granddaughter, the seventh daughter of Emperor Zhongzong of Tang Li Xian, was born by Empress Wei. She married Wu Chengsi's son Wu Yanji. Wu Chengsi is Wu Zetian's nephew, and this marriage is a marriage. Not long after the marriage at the age of 17, Wu Yanji offended Wu Zetian's male favorite Zhang Yizhi. The "New Book of Tang" says that the young couple was ordered to be hanged. The shameless bitch killed his granddaughter and nephew for the sake of his face."

The inspection team leader was stunned when he heard this, as if he had witnessed the blood and tears of the deep palace.

Wang Luosheng continued to say: "I found a Tushima from prison - a tomb robber. The man was very young, with a broken finger on his left hand, but he was very experienced in tomb robbers. We asked him to investigate the scene and found the tomb passage. This was a brick room tomb in the slope. I was the first to enter the tomb passage and saw the murals on both sides of the walls with green dragons, white tigers, a Tang Dynasty warrior honor guard and weapon frame, as well as a lifelike picture of a ladies. I found a robber, and a skeleton, buried upright in the soil. The Tushima estimated that this was a tomb robber's uneven distribution of spoils. One was killed by internal strife, but it might also die from..."

"What's the matter?"

Wang Luosheng's speech was interrupted, and his eyes hit the "old carpenter" in the corner. His eyes seemed to be pricked by a needle, and he could only swallow three words that had reached his mouth: "I opened Princess Yongtai's wing-style stone coffin with my own hands, but unfortunately I was swept by the tomb robbers and all the treasures were gone. I dug out the skull and jaw bones in the coffin, and eleven pelvic fragments. After restoration and combining with the epitaph, it was found that the princess did not hang herself, but died of a narrow and difficult labor. A seventeen-year-old girl has not fully developed her pelvis yet."

"On the night when I opened the coffin, I dreamed of Princess Yongtai. She was wearing clothes in the murals and had a plump figure. She probably had a fetus in her uterus, and her face was still a young girl, as beautiful as a peach and plum. She didn't resent me, but she laughed like a silver bell and walked out of the tomb with my hands. At that time, I was just thirty years old and had not gotten married, and I was obsessed with her. There was also the smell of her bones in the cracks of my fingers. She took off her clothes, wrapped her jade arms around my back, and pulled me into the ecstasy tent..."

Wang Luosheng became more and more immersed in the play. Bai Juyi's "cloud hair, flowers, golden steps, and lotus tents warm to spend the spring night." The experts and scholars in the room, the same hungry inspection team leader, were attentive to listen, dry mouth, and swallowing saliva, completely forgot that this was a spring dream of a pornographic story.

"Oh." He slapped himself, "I am spreading feudal superstition. The ancients said that this is a dream. A woman who died of pregnancy for the first time always has resentment to give birth to a child, and she will break into the dream of a young man in order to get another child. It is estimated that Princess Yongtai has given birth to this child in the underworld."

"You are so beautiful! You have had a seventeen-year-old princess in your dream. You should go to the underworld to be your son-in-law!"

Wang Luosheng let the inspection team leader scold him and said to himself: "After digging Princess Yongtai's tomb, I aimed at Bailu Plain in the southeast of the suburbs of Xi'an. There was a little prince, Princess Yongtai's cousin, who were also Wu Zetian's grandson."

"Others are experts in calligraphy and painting, jade, and porcelain, but you are a veritable grave digger!" The inspection team leader sarcastically said, "But, I love to listen. Don't be polite to deal with these feudal landlords. Not only do you have to dig their ancestral graves, but you also have to whip the corpses and burn them to avenge the ancient working people! Wang Luosheng, you said with great enthusiasm!"

"The Master Tu advised me not to dig. The ancient tombs of the Han and Tang dynasties are everywhere in the Bailuyuan. Why not change to another tomb? I was very angry. Do we really think we are tomb robbers? Or are we a field mouse that made holes? The purpose of digging the tomb of the Prince of Runan was to dig the tomb of his grandmother Wu Zetian. The Master Tu also said that this tomb is a gate of hell. Since ancient times, countless heroes and heroes were buried in it. It is said that it was Waterloo and Stalingrad in the tomb robber world - I summarized it myself. The night before digging the tomb, the Master Tu escaped to the nearby Zhongnan Mountain, as if there was a real fairyland on the mountain. We continued to dig the tomb..."

"Comrade, it's my turn to speak!"

A sound full of energy sounded from the corner of the cowshed.

The old carpenter who had not spoken all night stood up and interrupted Wang Luosheng. All eyes looked at him in unison. The "old carpenter" was slightly taller than Wang Luosheng, with a tall nose and bright eyes. He was wearing a gray cotton jacket, and he was over the retirement age. His hair was not bald, half black and half white, and his face was bearded. When he arrived at the Wuqi Cadre School, no one would have to wear a undressed face.

In addition to first-class experts and scholars, the Palace Museum also raises hundreds of skilled craftsmen, some of which were the descendants of the royal craftsmen. Even if the palaces that have been used for more than 500 years are not allowed to be protected by emperors and eunuchs, these people are still indispensable, otherwise they would have been defeated. The craftsmen in the Palace Museum are divided into wood groups, clock groups, lacquer groups, bronze groups, and ceramic groups.

Only this "old carpenter" has a different sword. Not only carpenter's work, there is nothing he can't build in the Forbidden City - the copper lion of the Taihe Gate, the cranes and turtles of the Taihe Hall, the bracelets of the main hall, the emperor's throne, the ridges and whiskers on the roof, and even the various tricks and tricks of foreigners paying tribute, such as the bronze gilded elephant pulling chariot music bells, wooden frames and glass pieces, Swiss music box...

"Then tell me, old carpenter, don't let everyone wait until dawn to delay the construction period tomorrow." After hearing a few dirty jokes from archaeologists tonight, the team leader was not afraid of it, "Did you steal Emperor Guangxu's treasures or tease Concubine Zhen's ghost?"

The old carpenter who had been shrinking stretched out his soles and said, "I thought you were not interested in these old stories. Oh, wait for the old man to stretch his feet."

On a snowy night in December 1969, the Wuqi Cadre School in Xianning, Hubei Province. The elites of Chinese history and archaeology were trapped in a ruined temple to explain their thoughts, but turned that night into Zhang Dai's night boat. A man named Old Carpenter narrowed his eyes and saw the world spinning rapidly. In the dark depths of history, the antlers were white and the flames were tumbling...
Chapter completed!