There are not many people who know the profound art of lighting sky lanterns, so the execution team is composed of a group of amateurs who volunteered. They come from the pig-killing shop and the wick workshop. Although they are all rough people who cannot read a single person, they are labor-intensive.
The people’s spirit of exploration in science is worth
Respectfully, after a brief discussion, several gentlemen decided to make a rice-shaped incision in Songshou's belly and insert eight special thickened wicks into the fat to speed up the burning. In order to avoid Songshou bleeding to death during the operation.
, and also borrowed some hemostatic medicine from Xiaodao Liu.
Everyone was still surprised when the knife was actually executed. Songshou had rough skin and thick flesh, and the fat on his belly was so thick that no blood could be seen at all. Butcher Zhang praised: "Songshou, this thief, has so much fat.
If it can be used to refine meat oil, it can feed a small family for a year."
Songshou didn't think so. He who had the title of Baturu couldn't help but screamed in pain: "Just wait, as soon as the Qing cavalry arrives, everyone in the city will be buried with me! I will still enslave you people in the underworld.
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Of course, the threats made by the fierce and evil-hearted person could only become the laughing stock of the people. Butcher Zhang laughed and said: "Sir Governor, you are going to turn into a wisp of smoke and fly up. How can you go to the underworld? I'm afraid it will be better to burn such a thick fat.
God, please slow down and scold me."
After being vigorously massaged by the butchers, Song Shou's fat became slightly softer, and then treated with a hot iron. The fat turned into a semi-liquid state, making it easier to supply oil to the eight wicks inserted on it, which are about the thickness of eight thumbs.
After the wicks were lit, the market entrance became brighter at dusk, and people's cheers and Songshou's screams echoed through the sky.
Lighting sky lanterns is a long process. Except for some people who are interested in continuing to appreciate it, others have begun to prepare dinner for today. Usually, they get some porridge that can be seen in the light and drink enough water to get through it. But today is different.
, Jinan City today
The distinguished guests came. The generous Shandong people made steamed buns and rice from the rice noodles they just received today. They also killed the roosters that announced the dawn, the hens that laid eggs, and even the dogs that guarded the courtyard. They made dishes in earthen pots.
They were packed in baskets and sent to various military camps to offer condolences.
In Jinan City at night, touching scenes of love between soldiers and civilians were staged. All the residents pulled soldiers home when they saw them. All restaurants were open to soldiers for free, and all brothels were also open to soldiers.
Men with Han Chinese buns open their arms freely, and those bold and unmarried girls
They even flirted with the handsome soldier brothers, wishing to marry immediately and become military relatives. The Iron Guards and the top soldiers of the death battalion, who were treated as heroes for the first time in their lives, had extremely inflated self-esteem.
From his words, it seemed that he was not here to plunder Jinan Mansion but really came to be a liberator.
In Marshal Liu's temporary residence, Military Advisor Li Yan was angrily shouting in front of Liu Ziguang: "General, we agreed to rob the treasury and then leave. Why do we have to do so many things again? Our time is limited!"
"There's no rush. It's not too late to leave after finishing these things. Jinan's treasury only scraped out 200,000 taels of silver. I don't think there is much money in Qingzhou, so let's not go and stay in Jinan to let the soldiers
Let's rest for two days, look how happy the brothers are." Liu Ziguang said calmly.
"I am happy now. It will be too late to cry in two days. We will be in trouble as soon as the reinforcements from Qingzhou, Texas arrive, as well as the Qing army from Tai'an. If Dorgon's tens of thousands of soldiers and horses retreat, thousands of us will be in trouble.
We can't defend Jinan City." Li Yan was going crazy. The planned surprise attack turned into a formal garrison. This man really regarded himself as the royal master of the imperial court.
"Commander, don't be anxious. Let's take a sip of tea to calm down the fire. Let's do our good deeds to the end. I, the commander-in-chief, need to step in to do the few things at hand. Just leave after finishing them. Okay." Liu Ziguang was still very happy with the good intentions of the military counselor.
I agree, but now I can't save face and leave the people of Jinan to run away.
Just when Li Yan was about to say something more, the soldiers from outside came to report: "General, the mourning hall to honor former governor Sun and other martyrs has been decorated. The fathers respectfully ask the general to move it."
According to the drawings left by Chen Pijiang, people dug up Sun Chengzong's head under a willow tree by Daming Lake, placed it in a nanmu coffin, and placed it in the mourning hall for worship. The mourning hall was converted from the main hall of the Governor's Yamen, a large
On both sides of the word "Dian" are elegiac couplets written by Marshal Liu himself, and on one side are "Loyalty and Justice for Thousand Years".
, on one side is "Famous for Eternity", on the top is "Zhuangzai", the calligraphy characters are flying and phoenixes are dancing, and the strength is strong. Only insiders know that it was written by military counselor Li Yan.
The agarwood tablet of Governor Sun reads "The position of Sun Chengzong, the Grand Master of Wenyuan Pavilion, Taishi Wenzhenggong of the Ming Dynasty". Standing on both sides are eight eight-foot-tall guards holding halberds and wearing filial piety.
I don’t know how much white cloth, linen, and paper were used in the entire mourning hall. It looked wrapped in silver and was very solemn. Hundreds of large white candles as thick as arms were lit, illuminating the mourning hall as bright as day.
Representatives of workers, peasants, and gentry in Jinan all came to offer incense to Governor Sun, wearing sackcloth and mourning. Of course, the first incense stick had to be offered by Marshal Liu. He had taken off his red shirt and changed into plain clothes, with a turban wrapped around his waist.
Wearing a linen ribbon, he walked solemnly to the hall, lit three sticks of incense, lifted up his robe and knelt down in front of Master Sun's soul.
"Mr. Sun, you are a national hero, you are the backbone of the Han people, I kowtow to you." Liu Ziguang muttered silently, bowed respectfully nine times, then put the incense in the incense burner, turned around and said: "Today Japan is handsome
It is a great honor to be able to offer the first incense stick to Master Sun. The first three of these nine prayers are for the current saint, the middle three are for the officials of the court and the generals in the army, and the last three are for the present saint.
I worshiped him myself."
A cry of sorrow rang out. The imperial court and the emperor had not forgotten Governor Sun. Today, this great hero could finally have a glorious funeral. This was all thanks to Marshal Liu.
After Liu Ziguang paid homage to Sun Chengzong, he moved to the memorial tablet next to him. This tablet read "The position of Chen Jiahui, the 800 martyr of Qianhu, the left forward of Shandong in Ming Dynasty." The title of Qianhu was added to him by Liu Ziguang without permission, and he would report it to Yuan Chonghuan later.
There must be nothing wrong with that.
It is said that Chen Jiahui died with a smile on his face, and the fingers of his hands penetrated deeply into Song Shou's flesh. He finally used his heroic actions to gain the belated honor, and he could use his real name and the title of Eight Hundred Martyrs to accept the people's honor.
Worship, and the spiritual tablet is next to Governor Sun.
Liu Ziguang still kowtowed three times in front of Chen Jiahui's soul. Although Chen Jiahui was just a cobbler with a broken leg, and even though he was just a humble former Ming army general, he felt that his status was fully worthy of the three bows of the so-called commander-in-chief.
, if there were no people like Sun Chengzong and Chen Jiahui, the Han nation would be over, and the Chinese civilization would be over.
After the Marshal paid his respects, the generals and people's representatives began to offer incense one after another. Li Yan couldn't help but wonder, did Marshal Liu want to use this to win people's hearts? Could it be that his ambition was far greater than he expected?
The next day, he was still chopped alive at Caishikou
Sun Zhixie, the half-dead former prefect was forcibly fed some rice porridge last night to sustain life, so that the next 2,400 cuts could be carried out smoothly. If you cut someone to death, there would be nothing to see, Xiao Dao Liu
Live up to expectations and continue to display my mysterious sword skills
Sun Zhixian's two thighs were chopped into bones, but Sun Zhixian, whose major blood vessels were sealed, was still not dead, and could occasionally let out a mournful cry or two.
What complemented the situation was that the wick on Song Shou's belly burned even brighter. The Governor-General witnessed himself becoming an oil lamp and his voice was hoarse. This pain came more from the deep fear in his heart. There is nothing better than looking at himself.
What's even more terrifying is that your life turns into smoke bit by bit.
The third day was the day of the funeral of Sun Chengzong and Chen Jiahui. It rained in spring at the right time in Jinan City. The light rain and the white paper money floated over the sad city. All the people were sobbing and the whole city was mourning. Sun Chengzong's coffin was pulled by steam.
Pulled by a cannon carriage, Marshal Liu and his subordinates
The general supported the coffin and walked on the wet stone road. Under the escort of the people of Quancheng, he carried the two coffins to a geomantic treasure land on the bank of Daming Lake. This was a location specially chosen by Mr. Yin and Yang. It not only has beautiful scenery but also protects the north gate of Jinan, and
The place where the Hundred and Eighth Martyrs died for their country is very close.
The stone monument is very high and the cemetery is very large. Stonemasons and plasterers from all over the city worked overnight to complete it. Chen Jiahui was buried next to Sun Chengzong’s tomb. The inscriptions on the two tombstones were still written by Marshal Liu (Li Yan), and the words were specially gilded.
, showing the respect of the tomb owner, paper horse and paper man wreaths were placed all over Daming Lake, and there were countless people wearing hemp and mourning.
There are too many to count. Next to Sun Chengzong’s cemetery is the Eight Hundred Martyrs Cemetery under construction. This was also proposed by Liu Ziguang. The huge project is still in its initial stage, but the scale is already evident. It is said that it covers an area of 800 acres and the stone monument is eight feet high.
Only a courageous person like Marshal Liu can come up with such a grand plan.
Sun Chengzong finally got the proper burial he deserved ten years later. This scene of mourning by thousands of people moved every Iron Guard and soldier in the Death Battalion present. If he could die like this, what would there be to regret in life? Sun Chengzong
It may not be easy to compare, but the eight hundred martyrs can always be compared. To die in order to defend the people, such a way to die is heavier than Mount Tai. To die in a robbery, such a way to die is as light as a feather. These are the commander's original words,
It’s worth pondering and pondering.
"Qingshan is lucky enough to bury loyal bones, so why return them wrapped in horse leather?"
This was the last sentence Liu Ziguang spoke in front of the tomb. It seemed quite appropriate that these two unrelated ancient poems were put together by Marshal Liu. The soldiers who had been instilled with patriotic education and national thoughts seemed to have been brainwashed and wished they could immediately
Some blind Tatars come over and let them live a heroic life.
Their idea was quickly realized. The detective horses sent out to investigate quickly came to report that tens of thousands of troops from Tai'an had already pressed over, and thousands of troops from Qingzhou were moving towards Jinan. If they didn't escape quickly, a