Mr. Zhu's county chronicle compilation project is coming to an end, and he is unable to do anything due to financial constraints. The knowledgeable person who supported him in this project has already left Zishui, and the successive county magistrates are no longer interested in the county chronicle.
Mr. Zhu's scalp went numb when he was begging for funds, and he couldn't help but uttered a curse word: "It's harder to get two dollars to do serious things than to cut a muscle on the bed." This caused a cheer from his group of eloquent gentlemen.
, it is said that the county magistrate who can make Mr. Zhu angry and curse must be the greatest county magistrate in China. Mr. Zhu continued to write, review and revise some of the manuscripts that had been compiled. Xiaowen walked into the room and shouted solemnly: "
Uncle." He presented an obituary notice in front of him. Mr. Zhu took it and looked at it. His face suddenly became as pale as paper. He looked at Xiaowen with confusion and then lowered his head. This was Lu Zhaohai who was killed in Zhongtiao Mountain.
The obituary was issued by the headquarters of the 17th Division where Zhaohai was located. The condolence ceremony and burial ceremony will be held in Bailuyuan. The only last wish of the deceased when he died was to lie on the land of his hometown. Bai Xiaowen told his uncle that Ten
The Seventh Division sent personnel to contact the county, and the army and the county government jointly hosted a public memorial meeting. Bai Xiaowen said: "Uncle, the commander of the Seventeenth Division sent a message specifically asking you to be present and to say a few words."
Mr. Zhu asked: "When will Zhaohai's coffin be transported back to its original place?" Bai Xiaowen said: "Tomorrow. All walks of life in the county will mourn for three days. Finally, a public memorial meeting will be held, and then the burial will be carried out." Mr. Zhu said, "I will do it early tomorrow morning."
Uehara welcomes the hearse, and I will keep watch for Zhaohai." Bai Xiaowen reminded: "Uncle, Zhaohai is a junior..." Mr. Zhu said: "The national heroic soul is regardless of seniority... Zhaohai..." Mr. Zhu covered his face with his hands.
Cry out loud...
It was one afternoon in the late autumn of the year before last. Mr. Zhu was walking on the original slope behind the academy. The golden wild chrysanthemums were blooming brilliantly, and the slopes and ditches were filled with a fragrant fragrance.
The sadness of the killing. Mr. Zhu stared for a long time at the villagers pulling out cotton stalks on the original slope, and then turned around and looked at the figures of the farmers in the river holding plows and sowing wheat. Suddenly, he had a strange thought, what if there was a group of Japanese pirate soldiers at this moment?
Breaking into the river or the original slope, if a bomb explodes in the village or on the ridges piled with straw, the people pulling out flower stalks and helping the plows, the sowers, and the villagers walking out of the village carrying baskets and carrying cans to deliver meals will be
What a scene... There was a desolation in his heart that "there are yellow flowers blooming in the sky". He saw a car speeding from west to east on the river highway, and the billowing yellow dust stirred up suddenly dispersed. The car drove to the academy
On the other side, he slowed down, then turned off the road and drove onto the south-facing official road leading to Yuangen. He stopped by the Zishui River. One person stood on the river bank and pointed, while the other took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his trousers.
After wading across the river and walking up the winding path leading to the academy, Mr. Zhu saw clearly that he was a soldier in his clothes, so he turned around and still looked at the pastoral scenery of the hillsides and rivers in late autumn. It was quiet and peaceful here.
The pastoral scene was so inconsistent with the entire China that was about to fall. He was so resentful that he even despised the Chinese soldiers. He could not understand how such a huge country and such a huge army could not defeat the Japanese pirates in a small area. Mr. Zhu saw the gatekeeper Zhang Xiucai standing there.
He was called from the slope field outside the academy wall: "Your student Lu Zhaohai is here -" Mr. Zhu lifted up the skirt of his robe and hurried down the slope.
Mr. Zhu saw Lu Zhaohai in military uniform at the entrance of the academy. Lu Zhaohai raised his hands in salute, and the riding boots under his feet made a clicking sound. Mr. Zhu nodded and asked Zhaohai to sit in the room. When he walked into the study, Lu Zhaohai
He said excitedly: "Sir, I would like to ask you to write me a message -" Mr. Zhu asked lightly: "You drove all the way from the city to get a message, just to ask for a message."
Lu Zhaohai said sincerely: "Yes, I came here deliberately." Mr. Zhu smiled teasingly: "Don't you think it's worth it for my two bad words?" Lu Zhaohai did not realize that Zhu
I thought my husband's mood was due to his usual greatness and humility, so he said more sincerely: "I am about to leave Tongguan to fight Japan. Before I leave, I just want to get a calligraphy from your husband." Mr. Zhu said "Oh" and raised his head.
, asked impatiently: "Where are you driving to?" Lu Zhaohai said: "Zhongtiao Mountain."
Mr. Zhu stood up from his chair, with a look of self-blame on his face and eyes: "Zhaohai, please forgive me for my mistake. I thought you had nothing to do in the city playing with calligraphy and painting." Lu Zhaohai quickly stood up and helped him.
Mr. Zhu sat down: "How dare I blame you? Our division commander heard that I was coming to look for Mr., and he repeatedly asked me to write one for him. He said he wanted to hang it in the military tent..." Mr. Zhu's
His cheeks twitched and he sighed "oh oh oh" repeatedly. Such a flattering phenomenon had never happened to him. Mr. Zhu had often regretted his changeable emotions recently, but now he has entered a state of uncontrollable excitement.
, it seems that a powerful flow of blood and fire is constantly arousing from the soles of the feet, passing through the Dantian through the knees, impacting the internal organs, and then rushing up to the top of the head. The arms are also trembled by the hot flow of blood and fire, and the hands tremble.
He grabbed Zhaohai's shoulders majestically: "Zhongtiao Mountain, that is the last door to Tongguan." Lu Zhaohai also became excited: "If we cannot hold Zhongtiao Mountain and let the Japanese soldiers enter Tongguan and trample on the pass, I will not
When I come back to see my husband, I don’t have the guts to meet my father-in-law in Guanzhong."
Mr. Zhu dripped water into the inkstone and grinded the ink himself. Lu Zhaohai wanted to grind the ink for Mr. Zhu, but he silently and resolutely refused. Mr. Zhu couldn't control his strength and grinded the gradually thickening ink out of the inkstone. Mr. Zhu cut it himself
The paper and paper knife were trembling in his hands; he lifted the brush from the pen holder and dipped it in the inkstone, but his wrist and brush were still shaking. Mr. Zhu rolled up the sleeve of his right arm and pushed it to above the elbow bend, touching his lower arm.
He stuffed it into the bucket under the table and soaked it for a long time. The cold well water had a calming effect. He wiped his forearm with a cloth and immediately picked up the pen. Sure enough, he stopped shaking and wrote seven powerful cursive characters in one breath.
:
The mainstay of the world is this peak. Mr. Zhu stopped writing and said: "This is one of the seven verses of a poem I wrote. I was young and energetic when I just passed the imperial examination, and I came back from the south and climbed Mount Huashan to recite it. Now I understand
, I don’t even have the strength of a wheat straw, but I can use it for your teacher." Lu Zhaohai also had mood swings and burst into tears. Mr. Zhu laid out a new banner, soaked it with ink and wrote resolutely again
:
After writing, Mr. Zhu of the White Deer Spirit put down the brush, suddenly raised his hand and bit his middle finger, pressed the seal on the banner and the lower left corner of the banner, and pressed the blood seal heavily. Lu Zhaohai was surprised to see ticks on Mr. Zhu's middle finger.
He patted the bloody flower that fell on the calligraphy and painting, and knelt down with a plop: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely compensate you with a bucket of blood from Little Japan..." Mr. Zhu recited sadly: "Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, don't forget the good news.
"Sue sir"
Mr. Zhu tore up a piece of waste paper and wrapped it around his middle finger. When he sat down, he looked extremely calm, gentle and kind like his father: "Zhaohai, if there is anything else that I need to do before I leave, just say, as long as I can do it..." Lu
Zhaohai also sat down: "No, no, I have nothing to trouble you, sir. I decided not to go back to where I came from, so as not to worry my parents. If they ask you in the future, just tell them that we left for southern Shaanxi."
Mr. Zhu said: "I will settle this matter, don't worry." Lu Zhaohai said: "There is only one small thing that will cause trouble to Mr. Zhu -" He put his hand into his chest and took out a copper dollar from his underwear pocket.
, smiled shyly: "Sir, when you see Bai Ling in the future, hand over this copper coin to her." Mr. Zhu asked strangely: "You are taking it too seriously to owe her a copper coin." Lu Zhaohai
Said: "Half. This copper dollar is half hers and half mine. Whoever takes it owes the other half." Mr. Zhu smiled and asked: "Then if Bai Ling takes it, doesn't he owe you half again?" Lu Zhaohai
Said: "It's better that she owes me than I owe her." Mr. Zhu caught a glimpse of the deep secret in Zhaohai's eyes, and asked: "Isn't it just a copper coin?" Lu Zhaohai calmly told the story of the copper coin.
The deep love between the two people caused by the game. "Oh my god" Mr. Zhu sighed, "What will we do next?"
"Later...she became my sister-in-law." Lu Zhaohai said with a smile, "She and my brother Zhaopeng both have the same surname."
"So this copper dollar is more valuable than the gold dollar." Mr. Zhu looked at the dragon pattern, then turned it over to read the text, and handed it back to Lu Zhaohai, "You should take it with you."
"I always carry it in my underwear pocket. I have never told anyone about this copper coin." Lu Zhaohai said calmly, "I am going to the battlefield. I am afraid that this copper coin will be dirty if it falls into the hands of the Japanese."
Dirty..." After saying that, he handed over the copper coin again.
Mr. Zhu's heart suddenly sank. He held the copper dollar tightly in his hand, handed it to him, and told the love between the two young men and women condensed on the copper dollar. This act itself proved to be Lu Zhaohai's belief that he would not return until he died in battle.
Ah, Mr. Zhu said: "I will keep it well and return it to Zhao intact when you come back. It would be better for you to give it to Lingling."
Lu Zhaohai stood up and said goodbye. Mr. Zhu called out the colleagues who compiled the county annals one by one to see Lu Zhaohai off. More than ten old gentlemen raised their fists repeatedly and walked straight to the entrance of the academy. Lu Zhaohai had regained his energy and asked
"Sir, do you have anything else to say?" Mr. Zhu said coldly: "Bring me a souvenir when you come back: a handful of Japanese pirate hair." Lu Zhaohai gave a military salute with a chirp: "It's not difficult.
This is too easy to do." Mr. Zhu said even more coldly: "I want a handful of hair from the Japanese pirates you killed with your own hands."
This is the only grand funeral in Bailuyuan. The entire funeral ceremony was presided over by an authoritative organization called the "Lu Zhaohai Funeral Committee", with Commander Ru of the 17th Division as the chairman, Zishui County Party Secretary Yue Weishan and County Magistrate Hou
As the deputy chairman, a total of 21 people including representatives from all walks of life in society and the military and gentlemen and sages are listed as committee members. Mr. Zhu, a famous scholar, Bai Jiaxuan of Bailu Village, and Tian Fuxian are all solemnly included. All specific matters, such as making tombs and hoops,
People from the Bailu family were responsible for setting up sheds, borrowing tables, chairs and benches, scouring for grain, grinding flour and making stoves, and other chores. Bai Jiaxuan received the officials from the Seventeenth Division and the county government who came to arrange the funeral in the ancestral hall, showing a rare
He was generous and easy-going, and accepted all the agendas of the new-style funeral they proposed, except for a little explanation: "You follow your new rules, and the clan members still act according to the clan rules." He turned around.
He ordered Xiaowu, who was sitting beside him, to beat the gong, and said to the officials, "Don't worry about what happens when you come down."
Boom-boom-boom-boom, the majestic gong sound just sounded in the village alley, and then some tribesmen walked into the ancestral hall gate, and then they saw men crowding into the yard in groups; the gong sound was still in the deepest south part of the village.
The alley was buzzing, and almost every member of the clan gathered in the ancestral hall. It was obvious that everyone had heard about what happened and knew its unusual significance. Bai Jiaxuan walked out of the main hall of the ancestral hall and stood on his crutches.
On the steps, he held the crutches in front of his head with both hands, his rickety waist trembled, and he raised his head and said: "A baby in our tribe has died." The old and young tribesmen gathered in the courtyard of the ancestral hall were silent. Bai Jiaxuan raised the heart on his neck.
The huge throat tower slid sluggishly, and a string of hot tears rolled down the swollen lower eyelids. The tears rolled down the face of such an old man, which made the tribesmen present couldn't bear to see it, and a whimper sounded in the silent courtyard.
Bai Jiaxuan's throat was a little choked: "Zhaohai is Zilin's baby, and also the baby of our family and the whole village. Everyone must take care of the baby's funeral..." Someone urged impatiently: "How can we do it quickly?
Let's settle it." Bai Jiaxuan proposed two motions: "Use the official funds saved in the ancestral hall to hang a white silk python paper and a black silk python paper for Zhaohai; use the official rations saved in the ancestral hall official land to entertain all parties
"Guests, reduce Zilin's support and burden." The clan members passed it with a buzz. Everyone can think of the meaning of the two motions, especially the latter one. Except for the long-term worker Liu Mouer, there is no one in Lu Zilin's family. The old patriarch Bai Jiaxuan...
The two motions were deeply affectionate and well-received by the public. Bai Jiaxuan then detailed the division of labor. He named the thirteen clan members in one breath: "Thirteen of you are going to make the tomb with hoops. Half of you will make the earthen tomb first, and the other half will go to the kiln."
Pull bricks on the field. Pull as many bricks as you can and remember the number clearly. Once the tomb passage is completed and the bricks are pulled in, you can join hands to tie up the tomb." Bai Jiaxuan named eleven more people to build the tomb: "The tomb is full of bricks.
You can set up the shed according to the method told by the team and the county officials. It should be set up by breakfast tomorrow, and the hearse will return to its original position at noon." Bai Jiaxuan also assigned the stoves one by one to wash wheat and grind flour.
They even designated where and who would plant the wooden poles with python paper hanging on them. The clan members were all surprised. In recent years, Xiaowu had been the one to take charge of all matters in the clan. The old clan leader rarely showed up. Today
He took the initiative to arrange the arrangements himself, but he was actually very orderly and could remember the official names of all the adult men in the clan. His heart was very clear. Bai Jiaxuan finally turned his face and said to his son who was standing next to him: "Xiaowu, please tell me everything about each occasion."
Everything is done carefully.”
Everything was going on nervously in an atmosphere of sadness. Bai Xiaowu actually took care of the big and small matters. He went to the cemetery to preside over the ground-breaking ceremony, and negotiated with the tribesmen downstairs about the specific location of the memorial shed in front of the ancestral hall, and kept answering various questions.
He continued to receive inquiries from the Huolu handler and received officials and relatives from nearby villages. He took the initiative to report the progress of various major projects to the team and county officials, and did not forget to give a message to Uncle Zilin, the owner of this unusual funeral.
To make things clear. Lu Zilin sat on a chair like a person who has not recovered from a serious illness, his eyes were swollen from crying, and he seemed to have no interest in how to bury him: "Xiaowu, just do it. What do you think?"
If it’s suitable, then it’s suitable for me... Just feel free to do it.”