In Fengtian City, the funeral procession lined up several hundred meters away.
Feng Delin's funeral was a combination of Chinese and Western styles, with cars clearing the way, military escorts, traditional flower flags, flags and umbrellas, and money and lanterns. There were thirty or forty people who were responsible for carrying paper people, horses and paper sedans, crying all the way.
The sound was loud and paper money was thrown everywhere.
The coffin went straight to the south gate along the main road in the city.
The South Gate of Fengtian is a triumphal arch. You can only leave after winning a battle or holding a celebration. Feng Delin was the first person to be buried from the South Gate in hundreds of years since General Li Chengliang in the late Ming Dynasty.
In fact, Feng Delin died in his old house in Beizhen. In order to have a grand burial, his body was transported to Fengtian City for the funeral.
Zhang Zuolin personally presided over the funeral, held a land and water dojo for several days, and held a grand memorial service before sending the body to be buried outside the city.
After Feng Delin closed the coffin and buried it, Zhang Zuolin and his son returned to Tianjin overnight, but the funeral was not over yet.
Zhang Zuolin said that he wanted a grand burial. According to his wishes, the funeral must be held for seven or seventy-nine days. So at the old house in Beizhen, there will be running water mats and wedding hall meetings for the next few dozen days.
, invite the opera troupe to sing a big opera.
There was babbling and singing on the stage, and the guests in the audience were shouting and eating and drinking. This scene did not look like a funeral, but rather like a happy event.
Zhou Hexuan sat silently at the dinner table, watching the lively gathering, and suddenly felt very absurd and strange.
This funeral was extravagantly expensive, estimated to cost more than 100,000 yuan. But outside the Feng family manor, the farmers were struggling to survive, and there was about to be a spring famine - the autumn grain was about to run out, and the summer grain had not been harvested. It was the so-called shortage.
The attitude of the farmers is also worth pondering. Many of them have borrowed money from the Feng family, had their land occupied by the Feng family, and been pressed for rent by the Feng family. Logically speaking, they should resent the Feng family.
But the running banquet at the funeral banquet diluted the hatred, because it cost no money, and everyone could come and eat with open stomachs, and it lasted for forty-nine days. The nearby farmers and farmers all ate with glowing faces, and uttered words of praise for Mr. Feng, as if Feng Delin
He was a very kind person during his lifetime.
"Hexuan, don't mind if you don't take good care of me." Feng Yong, who was wearing hemp and mourning, came over and said.
Zhou Hexuan said: "You are filial to me, so just leave me alone. What are your plans for the future?"
Feng Yong said: "I have resigned from the military and will stay in Northeast China to run schools. Not only will I run free primary schools, but I will also run free universities."
Sure enough, history has returned to its original trajectory. Feng Yong's university was able to dissipate his wealth in a few years, but it also trained a group of science and engineering talents and anti-Japanese volunteers for China.
On the third day of the Liushui funeral banquet, just when Zhou Hexuan was about to return to Tianjin, Feng Yong suddenly summoned farmers from eight villages within ten miles.
Feng Yong stood on the stage where the opening ceremony was performed, with several big boxes at his feet. He opened the boxes and said: "Here are everyone's loan receipts and uncollected tenant rent receipts. My old Feng family used to do it."
If you get something wrong, please don't worry about it. From now on, we will owe nothing to each other. Someone, bring the brazier!"
Under Zhou Hexuan's surprised gaze, Feng Yong lit all the IOUs and tenant rents on fire, threw them into an iron basin and burned them on fire.
"What a fool!" Zhou Hexuan couldn't help but whisper to himself.
The tenant farmers were also shocked, and what followed was ecstasy. Suddenly a farmer knelt down and kowtowed, shouting: "Master Feng is benevolent and righteous, Master Feng will live a long life!"
A large group of people knelt down and kowtowed to Feng Yong sincerely. Many people were crying and laughing at the same time. This fire is insignificant to Feng Yong, but to them it is related to their wealth and life. Some people may not have to sell their children.
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Zhou Hexuan shook his head in a funny way, wondering if he would be as courageous as Feng Yong if it were him.
All the money was burned, how many big boxes!
The peasants could not afford to kneel down, so Feng Yong burned the debt notes and left. He was unwilling to accept this kind of worship.
Zhou Hexuan chased after him, gave a thumbs up and said: "Fifth Master, you are the one."
"Don't call me Fifth Master. I'm not an official anymore. From now on, call me Fifth Brother," Feng Yong said with a nonchalant smile. "Don't think of me as noble. Farmers are so poor. What's the point of earning money from hardship?"
What do you mean? From now on, if I want to save the country through industry, I will earn money for industry!"
Well, Zhou Hexuan then remembered that the Feng family also ran its own mining factory. That was a big business that made a lot of money every day, and there was no need to take the farmers' rent seriously.
Zhou Hexuan said: "Then I wish my fifth brother success in running schools and factories!"
"Thank you for your kindness!" Feng Yong took out his pistol, patted Zhou Hexuan's hand and said, "I don't think I will leave the Northeast in two or three years. I will keep this for self-defense."
"Thank you, Fifth Brother." Zhou Hexuan said with his fists in hand.
Feng Yong patted Zhou Hexuan on the shoulder: "Take care along the way!"
Zhou Hexuan returned to Fengtian in a car sent by Feng Yong, and then took a train to Tianjin.
In the car, the Sun brothers were still discussing Feng Yong's righteous deeds. They all said that Feng Wuye was a hero of benevolence and righteousness, a hundred times stronger than the landlord in their hometown.
Zhou Hexuan was playing with the gun given to him by Feng Yong. This was a Browning M1900, commonly known as the "Gun Brand Luzi" and the most popular pistol among Chinese people nowadays.
The clicking sound quickly attracted Sun Yonghao. The boy's eyes were bright when he saw it, and he couldn't help but said: "Sir, let's play for a while."
Zhou Hexuan threw the gun over: "I will help you get two of them someday, so that you can fight back if there is an unexpected incident."
"That's great." Sun Yonghao said happily. His kung fu is not as good as his brother Sun Yongzhen's, but his marksmanship is even better. When practicing shooting at the Tianjin shooting range, he often achieves good results.
Sun Yonghao continued to play with the gun, but Zhou Hexuan was too lazy to care about him and fell asleep on the bed. This trip was a long distance, so Zhou Hexuan chose to take the first-class carriage, which had a bed, a table, and a special restaurant to eat, so he didn't have to sit and suffer.
The next morning, the train pulled into Tianjin Main Station.
Zhou Hexuan noticed that there were some more soldiers in the station, all of them standing in awe with guns in hand. Passengers with large luggage had to undergo strict inspections, and bribes were useless. Those who served as soldiers did not accept payment at all.
Why does this happen?
Because Zhang Zuolin was going to kneel down and worship God in the Tianjin vegetable garden, he was officially appointed as the commander-in-chief of the Anguo Army. In addition, Sun Chuanfang and Zhang Zongchang were appointed as deputy commanders, and Yang Yuting was appointed as general counselor.
A dog-meat general like Zhang Zongchang can serve as deputy commander. You can only imagine what the Anguo Army is like!
After getting off the train and walking out of the booth, Zhou Hexuan suddenly heard the cry of a child.
Lu Yin comforted her crying daughter and looked at the searching soldiers with an angry face. Her two suitcases were opened, her clothes and books were rummaged around, and even a piece of women's underwear was thrown on the ground.
"Okay, you can go. Next!" the soldier said impatiently.
Zhou Hexuan was walking by here when he caught a glimpse of several "Novel Monthly" in the box, as well as a membership card of the Literary Research Association. He stopped hesitantly, took out the candy (leftovers from the first-class train car) and handed it to
Say to the little girl: "Be good, don't cry, uncle will give you candy."
The little girl was so scared that she quickly turned her head and lay in her mother's arms.
Lu Yin forced a smile and said, "Thank you sir for your kindness. It's not good for children to eat too much sugar."
"Are you a writer?" Zhou Hexuan inquired, "I happen to be contributing to "Novel Monthly" as well."
Lu Yin was a little surprised. She didn't expect to meet a colleague. She introduced herself: "My name is Huang Shuyi, and my pen name is Lu Yin."
