[The whole book in this article is free, don't save it, please read it later!] My grandfather is a stonemason, to be more precise, he is a stele carver. This craft was originally passed on from men to women, but many years ago, my grandfather committed a taboo in this industry.None of the boys in the family stayed, and he fell seriously ill. Since then, my grandfather has stopped doing this business, and raised ducks and chickens at home every day. Until someone asked him to go out to the mountain to carve a tombstone, my grandfather had no choice but toI chose my granddaughter as the inheritor. On the first day of learning stele engraving, I encountered a strange thing...