Mr. Ouya drove all the way to the Grand Canal, and the dog leftovers saw the two stunned people and the hard rod standing on the side of the Grand Canal looking at the road, the anxious dog leftovers could see it, there were still two of them on the dam, and the dog leftovers could also feel how much pressure their hearts were undergoing!

"Two old men, you two please, no one has known about this since the accident, until this time. You two are busy first, and I'll inform the old secretary of them now. Gou Yu said to Lao Wang and Da Lao Wang.

"Okay, you're busy, this little bit of work is nothing to us, let's take a look and draw a sketch, soon." After the old king finished speaking, he followed the old king to the river dam.

"Mr. Ouya, let me use your big brother." Gou Yu said to Mr. Ouya.

"Eurasia, dogs, I only now understand why you are in such a hurry! Here you go, whatever you want, I'll go see my sister. Mr. Ouya gave the dog the leftover big brother and walked to the shoe factory.

"Old secretary, Da Zhuang Dad has returned to the West, hurry up and notify everyone to come to the Grand Canal!" The big brother used Big Brother to dial the office phone of the old secretary of the brigade department.

"Huh?!" The old secretary said "ah", and there was no more sound on the phone.

After a short effort, the loudspeaker in the brigade headquarters began to broadcast.

With a little effort, the dog who stood on the river dam saw the crowd surging on the stone spinning road towards here, the crowd was mighty, and the people who walked in front were Lao Yao, Heizi, and the fourth aunt, followed by the old secretary, and behind them were the men, women, and young masters in the village.

There was no sound of machines in the shoe factory, the second captain came out, Qiao Erniang ran out, and the workers flocked to the bank of the Grand Canal from the factory.

Suddenly, wails and sobs rang out!

Da Zhuang Dad is gone, and his big green horse, in the place where he promised Da Qingma, sits quietly and quietly on the banks of the picturesque Grand Canal, as if alive and left the last myth to the world!

His life was as loud as his whip, and his death was like the sound of a whip that echoed in the air, forever remaining in the memory of the world!

Half a month later, a stone statue exactly the same as Da Zhuang's father, still in that place, still sitting in the same posture, with the same expression, appeared on the bank of the Grand Canal together with his big green horse.

From then on, no matter where you are or where you come from, you will see an old man sitting on the bank of the Grand Canal with a big horsewhip in his hand, looking at the water of the Grand Canal, and watching a horse on the riverbank that is leisurely gnawing on the eternal green grass given to it by God.

The old man's shirt seemed to be shaken by the wind, a long pot with eyes in his hand, one end in his mouth, the other end seemed to be emitting wisps of green smoke, and a large horse whip that reached into the sky leaned on his chest, and the whip spike really seemed to be blown by the breeze on the riverbank and swayed overhead.

Every wrinkle and every beard stubble on the old man's vicissitudes of life seem to be alive, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes seem to be slightly shaken by the wild wind blowing on the shore, and the eye feces in the corners of his eyes are still in the corners of his eyes, so that people can know at a glance that the old man has not had time to wash his face in the morning.

The big green horse grazing on the bank of the big river is tall and mighty, the limbs are strong and powerful, the muscles and tendons on the horse's neck are faintly visible, the horse's tail is swinging leisurely, and the horse's mouth is really chewing a handful of grass.

The old man on the shore and the horse on the river bank are all in one place, as if they are still alive, and no one dares to get close to the old man half a step to provoke the big green horse to forage for food.

On the stone table in the pavilion, the "suffocating pit" that has been completed, together with the four branches of different lengths, are all engraved on the stone table intact, seeing it, it will soon be reminiscent of the old man sitting on the shore, you look at the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, he must be snickering from the heart for the game of chess he just lost.

The chess pieces were suffocated, but the old man on the dam lived, and the Grand Canal became everything agile because of their existence, even if you sit on the stone bench on a cold day, look at the water of the Grand Canal, look at the horse grazing, and look at this leisurely person who is smoking a cigarette bag and pot, you will forget the current season!

Since then, there is often a figure in the pavilion on the dam of the Grand Canal, and the dog will often look at the game of chess in a daze when he sits on the stone pier, sometimes for a long time, if there is nothing to do, if no one calls him, he will always stare at this game of chess and keep watching.

There are four pieces in a game of chess, and the simplicity of the game does not require any chess games, let alone any skills at all, and whenever the dog comes back to his senses, even he himself wonders, what's wrong with me? Why am I like this?

When he saw the old man, when he saw the big green horse under the dam, all the answers came out, and it was because of their existence that this simple game could not be simpler was given the most intriguing connotation!

Oh, a simple game of chess, a lonely old man, and a big green horse grazing with the "coaxing" river, like a torch, lit the Grand Canal at once, giving the Grand Canal, whether it was in the past or in the future, the most desperate story!

Not far to the south of the dam, the stable, where the big green horse was buried, was still there. Yes, it has to have a home, when it was alive, Da Zhuang Dad gave his beloved Da Qing Ma great care and the most noble humanity, and Da Qing Ma also used his practical actions to give mankind the most noble horse spirit.

This place is chosen by its owner, and this is also the place where its owner finally left the big green horse to think, the old secretary, the old Yao and some people discussed and discussed, and finally selected this place and buried the big green horse, drawing the most perfect footnote to its life, and entrusting the world's most affectionate remembrance.

Da Zhuang's father stopped at home for three days, during which the old secretary and Lao Yao discussed and agreed on where the old man's body would be buried. The old man is a single family, and there is no grave here, so it is appropriate to bury him anywhere, but based on the legendary life of the old man, it is inappropriate to bury him anywhere.

There is a wrench turnout at the intersection of Shifang Road and Beijing-Guangzhou Line, and there is a place where there are stone tablets on the west side of the turnout, each stone tablet is engraved with everyone's life resume and deeds, this is a place where heroes are buried, and everyone who lives here knows this place.

The old man should be added as a hero, the old secretary reported the matter to the district and the city by phone, but the relevant leaders of the district and the city were quite difficult, it is not a simple matter to be posthumously crowned as a hero, there is no life record, just based on the oral description of a few of you to characterize him, itself is a very serious matter, if you agree to it in a vague way, it is really out of order.

In the end, as long as the old secretary gave up, he could only sigh. Besides, if he chooses his grave there, that place belongs to the ground of Wujiazhuang, and the east of the railway is Yitang Village, and the old man should be buried in his hometown, and it is indeed inappropriate to be buried there, and it is well deserved.

In the end, Lao Yao said a sentence that woke everyone up, Lao Yao said: "My brother doesn't pursue any fame in this life, at best, he is a chivalrous and bloody person like us, he loves his big green horse all his life, even if he is dead, we shouldn't separate the two of them?" ”

Lao Yao thought to himself, this is also no way, so he said this, so he said: "I think so, let's give my brother a comfort in this life." He likes horses, and he has given all his feelings for horses to Da Qingma all his life, so let's associate him with Da Qingma. ”

"The big green horse is buried in the north, why don't we make a coffin with high-quality wood in the cart, and bury the old brother in the south of the big green horse, just like the old brother sitting in his beloved carriage, and his big green horse is just like they still don't give up, facing the beautiful and rich Grand Canal, which is the best destination in their lives."

"When the big green horse drinks, there is the Grand Canal, when it is hungry, there is the Grand Canal, it will never pull anything in this life, there is only its owner on the cart! We used to have a reservation, we have nothing to do, take my brother's carriage out to play and hunt, we have not been able to fulfill this wish, and now let him follow her big green horse over there to enjoy the blessings! ”

Everyone present, including the old secretary, nodded frequently, and no one objected, and finally the old secretary said: "Let's see if you have any opinions?" Kuroko, Fourth Aunt, what do you say? ”

Heizi and the fourth aunt both said in unison, we have no opinion, let's do what Lao Yao said.

The whole burial process is orderly, people have suppressed their grief in the bottom of their hearts, from the rice mat to the bank of the Grand Canal, from the Shifang Road to the Beijing-Guangzhou Railway, and even the eyes of the passing railway coaches have gathered here, the world is exclaiming, which immortal is being sent to such a funeral?

No one complained about the congestion on the stone spinning road, and the passing train did not sound a whistle until everyone buried the old horse, and when the collective mourned the deceased, the whistle of a train that should not have been sounded by the passing train followed the rhythmic sound of the train, and the rhythmic sound of the three whistles sounded!

This day is the most memorable day for people, the mourning people have gone one after another, and the people from all over the country have come to mourn after learning the news, and these people are all people who know the old Ma Qi people.

Lao Ma is not a hero, but in people's hearts, he is a hero, and it is no wonder that the old secretary called the district and city after thinking for a long time, and said his thoughts, although this matter did not happen, and it did not stop the people's respect for this horse god!

Farmers like horses, but also can not live without horses, the old horse has spread the spirit of the horse to thousands of households, giving the horse the essence of hard work, hard work, hard work and hard work!

The old horse is gone, the big green horse is gone, but people remember the old horse and his big green horse, just on the bank of the river, forever singing a song, a spirit, transmitted from generation to generation!

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