When Li Shanzhi stood up after bowing profusely, Mrs. Zhu clearly saw that her son's face was already filled with tears.
From the entrance of the village to Li's house, running east to west, what I saw along the way was that almost everything was white, and almost every family was mourning. How could this not make Li Shan burst into tears?
Li Shan is not averse to death. As a doctor, he can treat every dying patient and his family members indifferently. But as a human being, he cannot be indifferent to the death of relatives, friends, and colleagues.
Not to mention, these deaths are closely related to him, not to mention, most of these deaths are to protect his own safety.
The appearance of the son in front of her remained the same, but it seemed a little more angular, a little more haggard, and a little more vicissitudes of life... Mrs. Zhu stood up and took Li Shan in her arms, sighing long and speechless.
Mother and son understand each other about many things.
Although Zhujiagou was poor in the past, it was able to live a safe life after all. Since the mother and son settled here in the fourth year of Wude... the fate of this village has completely changed.
Li Shan once felt that he had brought a lot to this village, more money, better treatment, and more comfortable houses. The villagers no longer had to worry about food rations, the children no longer looked sallow and thin, and every household could be able to eat during the New Year.
Pull some cloth and make some new clothes.
Li Shan even changed the layout of the entire village, built canals, dug ponds, and even the village was named under his name and even the name was changed.
But can this make up for those lives lost?
Although there was only a slight sob, Li Shanjin's front was already wet, and Mrs. Zhu said softly: "Dalang, even though you are heartbroken, you must first pay your respects."
Li Shan nodded and looked at the maid aside, "Bring me your mourning clothes."
Mrs. Zhu was startled, but didn't say anything.
In ancient times, there were rules for when to wear mourning clothes and who should wear mourning clothes, but Li Shan didn't care. What did wearing mourning clothes mean to those personal guards who died for him?
When Li Shan, who was dressed in mourning clothes, walked out of the door, the whole Zhuangzi fell into silence. In this era, it is unimaginable to wear mourning clothes for the sake of his disciples, let alone Li Shan is now the king of Tang Dynasty and holds a high position.
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After crossing the threshold, Li Shan, under Zhu Wei's efforts to dissuade him, only held incense and saluted the spiritual tablet, which was a Zhu stone.
Li Shan clearly remembered that in the fourth year of Wude, he had just traveled through time and returned to the village from Pingkangfang. He happened to save Zhu Shitou. This was the first step in gaining recognition from the villagers.
Among the eight hundred warriors who came out of the city to fight to the death, Zhu Shitou held a shield on his right side to protect himself from the flying arrows and spears.
At the moment when the formation was broken, Zhu Shitou was knocked off his horse. Li Shan remembered that when he returned a few days later, the corpse that was collected was so horrible that the corpse was trampled by the horse's hooves and could no longer be seen.
Zhu Shitou's eldest son Zhu Feng, who was sixteen years old, had red and swollen eyes, and his younger brother Xiao Shitou, who was only ten years old, kowtowed to Li Shan in return.
At this moment, Li Shan could no longer hold back and cried uncontrollably. Zhu Shitou followed him in Shandong, in Daizhou, in Mayi, and in Guji Town. He wanted to be taciturn, but he was always with Zhu Ba, Zhao Da and others.
The most trusted bodyguard.
Yuan Junzhang and his son, who were living in Sun Moon Lake, saw this scene outside the door and couldn't help but be surprised. They were all people who had witnessed it with their own eyes and experienced Li Shan's behavior style.
That night last year, Li Shanxue raided the camp at night and forcibly raped her, which left an indelible shadow in Yuan Junzhang's heart. He could not imagine that the man who seemed to face everything calmly and always had gentleness on his face
And the young prince with a cold smile would have such moments.
In the battle at Guji Town, he defeated the Turks three times and killed Jieli Khan, who fled north in panic. When the battle report came, Yuan Junzhang was shocked. He Liu, the appearance of Zhang Zhongjian made him put his hands on his forehead and he was very happy. After all, Du Shiyuan, Niu
Bin, Guo Ziheng's rebellion put him in a difficult situation.
Yuan Junzhang had already inquired about it. Li Shan's pension for his personal guards was very generous. He couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "I've heard about Handan Wang Renyi for a long time..."
He Liu on the side whispered: "After the war, His Highness paid homage to the fallen soldiers in Guji Town. He was so heartbroken that he fainted and fell to the ground."
Li Shan inside held the still crying Xiao Shitou with one hand and Zhu Feng's shoulder with the other. Zhu Wei beside him whispered: "Da Lang, Zhu Feng intends to join the personal guard..."
"Let's wait for a few years." Li Shan, who still had tears on his face, shook his head, "We will talk about it after we get married and have children... Please ask Uncle Qi to take care of this matter."
"It's your job." Zhu Wei patted Zhu Feng on the shoulder, "Someone will give you another pension later. Eat more meat and be stronger."
Zhu Feng took two steps back and bowed to the ground respectfully, "Thank you sir."
At this night, the village was brightly lit with white hangings. Not only the Zhu family members, but also the people from Hebei who followed Qi Laosan and Su Dingfang respectively, as well as the refugees who had fled and settled here and received Li Shan's kindness. Li Shan personally paid homage to each family.
During the festival, no one was left out, and by the time it was over, it was already late at night.
A total of 272 young people came out of Sun Moon Lake before and after. In the end, only 79 people returned to Guanzhong, 26 of whom were disabled, and the entire Zhuangzi only had a total of more than 600 households.
After barely eating some millet porridge, Li Shan lay on the bed but couldn't sleep for a long time. Mrs. Zhou on the side whispered: "Today I heard Aunt Qi mention that the body was sent back to Zhuangzi that day. The whole village cried, but no one complained about the decision.
Langjun."
"In the battle formation, there is a place for corpses to be erected." Xiao Man looked more calm, "Mr. Lang will treat you kindly in the future."
Naturally, he would be calmer. Xiaoman looked a little gloomy when he recalled the moment when his whole family was confiscated.
After two months in Daizhou, Li Shan had already vaguely guessed Xiaoman's origins, but he didn't ask, leaving those things for the future.
Ling Jing, who had not yet rested, glanced at him from a distance. Zhang Zhongjian, Qu Silang and others were guarding the door of Li's house with swords on their waists and expressions of solemnity and respect. Obviously, what they heard and seen today had a certain influence on these new members of the Guards.
Very profound impact.
Ling Jing nodded slightly and whispered: "When the war was in full swing, Huairen moved forward bravely, not caring about the people behind him. After the war, he comforted people's hearts. Although he was a little soft, but if things change in the future, he could win everyone's death."
Su Dingfang on the side did not say anything. He also understood this truth. Not only could he show off his power on the battlefield and establish meritorious deeds, both himself and Wang Junhao, the commanders of the personal guards, were knighted. This in itself has a strong appeal. At the same time, Li Shan was so kind to his relatives.
Wei, if you treat the family of your fallen guard so kindly, you will naturally gain strength.
But Su Dingfang did not agree with Ling Jing's point of view, because he saw with his own eyes that Li Shan was heartbroken and shed tears of grief for the fallen soldiers. This was not Li Shan's strategy, but Li Shan's nature.