Under the Loess: Confessions of a Northern Tufuzi

Under the loess, buried are not only princes and generals, but also people's hearts and rules. My name is Zhao Shanhe, a northern "country master". Master Chen Xiazi taught me how to look for dragons to share gold, and also taught me the rule of "don't touch gold when the lamp is out". But in that crazy era when the old and the new were changing, brothers turned against each other for profit, and the division was overthrown because of me. The person I trusted the most pushed me into a desperate situation, and the person I respected the most sacrificed his life for me. From the Tomb of the King of Han to the Ancient City of Blackwater, and then to the Dragon Veins of the Qinling Mausoleum, I have seen the most exquisite mechanisms and the most unpredictable people's hearts. This is not a story about wealth, it is about practicing "rules" with life, the last confession of a descendant of the Northern School.