Shen Yunshan came to Da Li Zhuang just in time for the Li family to be busy preparing for Li Zhangtong's condolence ceremony.

"Shen Yunshan!" Li Dalong, the son of patriarch Li Zhangnan, stepped forward and held Shen Yunshan's hand tightly.

"Old classmate, why are you?" Shen Yunshan said very excitedly, and suddenly had an idea to continue, "My brother Shen Yunpei is fortunate to be appreciated and supported by Lord Zhongtang before his death, and I am very grateful. My brother sent me a letter asking me to come and meet his benefactor. ”

"Fortunately, fortunately!" Li Dalong nodded and said.

Li Zhangtong's photo Shen Yunshan saw it. But one is a real baby, and the other is a photo of an old man, except for the good facial features of the two, he can't see any other similarities in any way.

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Li Zhangtong's "Seventy-Seven" memorial was held in the ancestral hall of the Li family in Da Li Village, in addition to the 58 households surnamed Li residents officially worshipped, many residents with mixed surnames also came to see the excitement.

Li Zhongtang's "Seventy-Seven" memorial was held in the Li ancestral hall of Da Li Zhuang, in addition to the 158 households surnamed Li residents officially worshipped, many residents with mixed surnames also came to see the excitement.

In the middle of the ancestral hall is a portrait of Li Zhongtang, and on both sides of the portrait are the elegiac couplets inscribed by Li Zhangnan - the spring breeze blows the willow dragon court quietly and the sound of the book is loud, and the small courtyard of the osmanthus folded branches is quiet and the fire is bright.

Li Dalong read the memorial with grief: "The ancestors of Zhongtang were honest officials, worried about the country and the people, and benefited the Qing Dynasty and the common people in the world.

After the Sino-Japanese War, the seventy-three-year-old Nakado was ordered to go to Shimonoseki, Japan, to sign a treaty.

The adults fought to reduce the war reparations paid by the Qing Dynasty to Japan, and fought with the Japanese representatives for four days, resulting in a stalemate in the negotiations.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, on the way back to the post house, Nakado-sama was assassinated and was hit in the face by a Japanese assassin, causing blood to flow.

The entourage panicked, but Lord Zhongtang just said calmly - 'Don't cry, this blood can be repaid to the country!'

The old man refused surgery, but asked the doctor to treat the wound briefly, and then sat down at the negotiating table with a head of gauze wrapped around it.

It was precisely because of the blood on his face that caused an uproar among reporters from all over the world. Under the pressure of public opinion from the Western powers, Japan offered to reduce the compensation by 100 million taels of silver.

Japanese Prime Minister Hirobumi Ito once said: Li Zhongtang is the only person in the Qing Empire who has the ability to compete with the world powers.

There is no doubt that the whole country was shocked by the death of Lord Zhongtang, and the people of the world were all saddened, because he was the head of the 'Four Famous Ministers of Zhongxing', and was praised by the Queen Mother as 'the person who recreated Xuanhuang', and it was also the pride of our Li family!"

Li Dalong read the memorial with emotion, but not many people understood it, because they felt that such a thing seemed to be particularly distant and unfamiliar.

Most people just listened to the festival out of affection, as if they were religious, but in fact they just wanted to watch a small drama after the festival.

In order to resist the cold, they hunched their necks one by one, their hands in their sleeves, and they were close to each other.

Suddenly, there was the cry of an owl "wooing ......", and several children, who were not very quiet, were so frightened that they hurriedly ran back to their adults.

The adults didn't feel anything, and for them, the real horror was the bandits. Normally, on a night like this, as long as they hear the faint sound of footsteps outside, their nerves will tense.

"Well done!" cheered and many applauded.

Suddenly, several people wearing dog-headed hats and protecting their faces who were standing against the wall aimed at Li Dalong and pulled up their slingshots.

Lee Da Long was shot in the face and right eye by the mud ball of the slingshot, and fell to the ground with a scream.

There was chaos in the ancestral hall, and the crowd poured towards the gate of the ancestral hall.

Shen Yunshan rushed forward and picked up Li Dalong and shouted, "Second son, wake up, wake up!"

"Brother Yunshan, I, I'm not dead. I don't want to stand and be ......," Li Dalong said, suddenly feeling another sharp pain in his heart and fainting.

"Great, the portrait of the ancestors has also been broken. Those people are still playing slingshots in the ancestral hall! I'll take someone to catch them!" Li Feihu said.

"What? Go and protect the portrait of the adult, the ancestors will blame it! Don't arrest people, the good ones don't come, and the ones who come are not good. ”

After Li Zhangnan finished speaking, he put down Li Dalong and rushed towards the portrait of Li Zhangtong, protecting the portrait with his body.

The slingshot hit Shen Yunshan's back and the back of his head one after another, but he didn't feel much pain due to the obstruction of the cotton jacket and cotton hat.

It wasn't until a mud ball hit Shen Yunshan's ear that he let out an "ouch...... sound, letting go of Li Dalong and slumping on the ground.

At this time, with a sound of "withdraw!", several people who played slingshots withdrew from the ancestral hall in a smoke.

Li Feihu sat on the ground and hugged Li Dalong, and shouted to Li Zhangnan: "Big, I see that Dalong is not lightly injured, do you want to take him to the medicine shop to have a look?"

"Three watches in the middle of the night, no need to trouble people. Li Dalong was awakened by the noise and said in severe pain.

"Da Long," Li Zhangnan said as he walked over covering his face and ears, "these good guys are vicious! They don't use mud balls, but gravel." My ears were all broken. How are you hurt?"

Li Dalong reached out and touched the right side of his face, feeling numb and wet. He was shocked: "It's bleeding! Don't hurt your eyeballs!"

Because of the severe pain in his entire right eye and eye socket, Lee was unable to determine whether the injured point was an eyeball.

"It's broken. Li Dalong replied, "It's bleeding." ”

"Then hurry up to the pharmacy!" Li Zhangnan said.

Li Dalong gritted his teeth and endured the pain and smiled: "It's not a knife wound or a gunshot wound, just hit it with a slingshot, it doesn't matter." In the pharmacy, that is, Yunnan Baiyao, which I have at home.

When I was a child, I also liked to play with slingshots, and because I hit accurately, I was nicknamed the one-eyed dragon by my classmates. ”