Not to mention that Sun Jiade and Zhu Boss imagined the future in the truck, but the villagers of Zhoujia Village finally came to the top of Xiaoqing Mountain with solemn expressions following the footsteps of the eight princes.

Because it was a war time, there was no condition to make a good coffin for the dead brothers, so the princes buried these relatives and comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with them in Xiaoqingshan, where the sunrise could be seen first - the top of Dongpo Mountain.

It is said that the closer to the hometown is more timid, but I don't know that the closer you get to Dongpo, the more painful everyone's hearts are? The eight white-haired princes trembled at this time, and grabbed the corners of their clothes to control their excitement. The people around were afraid that the old man would be too excited and make a mistake, so they put down the things in their hands and wanted to step forward to help, but they were all rejected by the old man.

With the sensitivity of a news reporter, Liu Qingqing secretly recorded all this with tears in his eyes, and perhaps one day in the future, he may let the world know that there is such a group of amiable and respectable old people and immortal martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country in a remote mountain village, and warns compatriots not to forget the hardships we have suffered when enjoying today's beautiful life.

The seven princes trembled and led the way in front, Wu Taigong sat on a wicker chair and was carried by two men to follow behind, and the villagers resolutely carried the stone monument and followed the basket with a stick.

Finally arrived at the top of the East Mountain. The cemetery is on a large gentle slope, with an area of about four or five acres, during which there are dense bluestone monuments.

The carvings of these steles are very rough, and due to the erosion of time, the surface of the steles is mottled, and the words carved in those years are almost invisible. The cemetery is overgrown with colorful wildflowers, blooming with happy smiling faces in the light of the summer breeze.

The stele is surrounded by a strong and upright pine cypress, and the pine is evergreen. The evergreen cypress sets off this place more solemnly and solemnly.

Here it is. The princes didn't speak, but walked around the grave with the body that seemed to be a little more clumsy. From time to time, he rubbed the stone tablet that had been cracked with his thin hand, and kept muttering something in his mouth, and as he spoke, muddy tears flowed down his wrinkled cheeks.

The villagers were crying at this time, knowing that it was the martyrs who were buried here, but they were not their elders and relatives. It is these martyrs who exchanged their lives for a hundred years of peace in Taiping Town, how can they not be moved and mournful as future generations?

The princesses walked around the cemetery and returned to the top of the mountain, and the old lady Zhou said hoarsely to the Great Zhou Dingbang: "Dingbang, start worshipping, and when you are done, you can erect a monument to your grandparents." ”

"Okay. Then here we go. ”

After Zhou Dingbang finished speaking, he commanded the men to carry the stele into the cemetery, and carried the stele to the grave of their respective masters, and the women also skillfully walked to the graves they were responsible for to arrange the wine and food for the sacrifice, and then everyone came to the downhill of the cemetery and knelt on their knees.

Mrs. Wu was supported by Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Friday, and the eight princesses stood in front of everyone with tears in their eyes, and Mrs. Zhou shouted loudly with all her strength: "Brothers and sisters, our eight brothers have come to see you with their children!" We miss you! ”

After speaking, he burst into tears and couldn't cry. The seven princes next to him were also crying, and the eighty-year-old stood in front of his children and grandchildren, wiping his muddy tears with his thin hands.

Subsequently, under the leadership of Zhou Dingbang, these kneeling juniors also kowtowed three times reverently with tears in their foreheads.

After crying for a while, the old lady continued: "Brothers and sisters. The children are filial, and it doesn't cost you all to carve a new monument, and I will set it up for you later. If you have knowledge, you will bless the children with happiness and well-being. Bless our Zhoujia Village for a hundred years of peace! In this way, when a few of our old guys go down to look for you, they also have the capital to brag, don't we? Haha ”

Although the old lady was laughing in Ha Lu, her voice sounded so sad that people couldn't help crying.

I'm afraid that the princesses will hurt their bodies if they cry for a long time. Zhou Dingbang waved his hand, and all the people in the village stood up, and began to erect the monument in groups of several people who had been arranged in advance. The women went to the grave and poured all the wine on it. Half of the food is also allocated, and the remaining half is to be taken home. It's the rule.

As for burning paper, there is no such thing, the Qingyun Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, if you accidentally cause a catastrophe because of burning paper, even those martyrs who sleep underground will not be at ease.

Seeing the grief of the princesses, Qingqing and Xiaoxiao were also heartbroken, and hurriedly came to several princes to persuade them. I hope to ease the sadness of the elderly.

"Taigong, it's not good for you to be like this, if these martyrs see you like this, do you think they can be happy?" Qingqing blinked her big eyes and said softly.

"Huh? Isn't this Qingqing and Xiaoxiao? Why are you still here? As soon as the old lady saw these two watery girls, she forgot her sadness and asked curiously.

"Hehe, Taigong, we didn't go back when we came over yesterday, didn't I hear Zhou Yu say today that everyone is coming to worship the martyrs, of course our sisters are going to come over to worship." Qingqing said as a matter of course.

"Oh, they're all good boys, but you both knelt down and kowtowed just now?" Taigong asked thoughtfully.

"That's right, it doesn't make sense for everyone to kneel and kowtow, and we two are exceptions, right?" Xiaoxiao hurriedly replied.

"Ha Luha, no exception, no exception." Speaking of this, Taigong actually laughed. The few princes next to him were also amused by Qingqing and Xiao Jiaohan, but they lost the sadness just now.

Just when everyone was methodically erecting a monument to the martyrs, Sun Jiade and Zhu Dayou came to the top of the mountain with their men from the northern slope of Xiaoqingshan.

Seeing that the black and oppressive ground in the cemetery was full of people digging and digging and digging the ground and busy erecting monuments, Sun Jiade was almost angry. So he said to Boss Zhu next to him: "Boss Zhu, it's those people under the mountain, as long as you can scare them and move the grave, brother, I'm willing to add another 100,000 yuan on the basis of just now, I'll give you the 200,000 yuan we go down the mountain, you see~~?"

"No problem, aren't they just those old peasants? Boss Sun, if I can't even do this little thing, why will I still be in Qingshan County in the future? Aren't you burying me? After speaking, he walked towards the cemetery with more than a hundred people in a majestic manner.

Coming to the top of the cemetery in a hurry, Zhu Dayou shouted: "Well, what did I say you are doing? There is already a master in this place, and those who know each other hurry up and move these broken graves away, if the teeth are not half a word, Lao Tzu will go in with a red knife and out with a white knife, and I will splash your blood today! ”

But to the surprise of these thugs, when their boss finished speaking, there was no commotion as expected, and the old peasants below did not move at all.

In fact, when Sun Jiade's gang had not yet reached the top of the mountain, they were discovered by two young people who were on guard at the top of the mountain, and they hurriedly went back and told Zhou Dingbang. As soon as everyone heard that this was the main master, they didn't panic, put down their work and lined up to get elm sticks. After receiving the stick, continue to erect the monument, and the birds don't have a glance at the birds.

Zhu Dayou felt that what he said just now was like a fart on the top of the mountain, could it be that those old farmers were all deaf? Zhu Dayou, who felt that he was despised, felt that this anger was "swishing" upward, and with a wave of his big hand, he rushed down the mountain with people, wanting to give this group of old farmers who didn't know what to do.

Seeing those guys dressed in black who looked like night walkers rushing down the mountain, the men of Zhoujia Village put down their work and brandished elm sticks to protect the old man and women behind them, waiting for Zhou Dingbang's order to rush up.

Zhou Yu and the brothers also hurriedly stepped forward with elm sticks and pulled Qingqing and Xiaoxiao behind them, while Qingqing turned on the camera and began to record all this.

It is said that Boss Zhu and more than 100 people rushed into the cemetery and were stunned there, and saw that the crowd that was still mixed with men and women just now suddenly became orderly, and the old people and women couldn't see it at once, and the most terrible thing was that the hundreds of strong men standing in front of him were all carrying a big wooden stick with a thick arm, and if that guy came to himself, he would be crippled if he didn't die at once. And the corners of those hundreds of people's mouths showed sneers, as if they were completely disdainful of their own people. (To be continued......)

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