In Wei County, which was just set up this year, the problem of displaced people that Ji Kang was worried about was extremely prominent.

In the past two years, the war that took place in Weidi has never stopped.

For the people of Weijun, it was a very difficult time.

The people's livelihood is withering and the fields are barren, which is a true portrayal of the counties of Wei County.

According to the actual situation of Weidi, the court of Yanguo increased its efforts to give "blood transfusion", and the policy was also very favorable.

In the first year, the people are exempted from any taxes and are provided with various agricultural tools and fertilizers free of charge. For the Weidi after the war, even food, salt, clothing, including coal and other daily necessities of the people, Yan Guo also provided them free of charge.

After the autumn harvest, the officials and people of all counties and counties breathed a sigh of relief and finally had expectations for life in the coming year.

But I didn't expect this year's snow disaster to be so ferocious.

In addition, the victims from Zhao and Wei made the situation worse for Wei County.

According to the law of Yan Kingdom, as long as there are disaster victims, your government will have to take care of it, and it must be relieved well, and no one will die.

These regulations are extremely stressful for officials across Wei County.

Wei County, Fan City.

As we enter November, the weather is getting colder and colder day by day.

Heavy snow is flying all over the sky, and many small houses in the county town are emitting puffs of soot.

In the county office of Fancheng, the county magistrate Song Shaozheng anxiously asked a small official:

"What do you say? Several remote villages in our county have been blocked by heavy snow, and food cannot be delivered. ”

The little official hurriedly replied, "Yes, the county order." This year, the snow is too heavy, and there are too many people resettled, and now the snow is heavy and the mountains are closed, and we who are transporting food and supplies cannot go up......"

"Alright, alright, don't say so much. Go and prepare your chariots and horses at once, and the officer will go with you. The snow is so heavy that if the people we help can't go up, I don't know how many of these people who are resettled in abandoned villages will starve to death and freeze to death? ”

The county commander Song Shao interrupted the words of the little official and said impatiently.

Song Shao, who was originally chubby, looked like he had lost a lot of weight at this time.

"No." The little official hurriedly replied.

Compared to other counties, the houses for the resettlement of the victims in Van City are ready-made.

Because of the war, Fan City can be described as ten rooms and nine empty, and many villages where the army passed through were deserted.

In the face of the disaster victims from Zhao and Wei, the county commander Song Shao made full use of these idle villages, and after a little construction, resettled these displaced people.

Now that you have a place to live, you still have to take care of the food, drink, clothing and clothing of these victims for the spring of the next year.

In the remote villages, there is no one to be seen. In this kind of cold weather, no one dares to come out.

In Wei County, the road leading to the remote village has not had time to be built this year, and it is still an extremely difficult path to walk in the past.

After the carriages and horses transporting grain and materials went to these remote villages and could not walk, the county commander Song Shao and others had to carry food and materials on their own and brave the snow to move forward.

In a village, the village chief saw that the county commander Song Shao personally came with food, and hurriedly welcomed Song Shao and others into the house.

"County order, this kind of weather, why did you come in person. I'll just wait and do these things. ”

Song Shao took a sip of hot water, warmed his body, looked displeased, and said to the village chief:

"Needless to say, you should distribute this grain and coal to the people as soon as possible, and make sure that not a single citizen freezes to death this winter. Otherwise, the ruler will not spare you. ”

"The county order can rest assured that this village will not freeze to death or starve to death." The village chief was busy.

Song Shao and a few small officials beside him, after drinking a few sips of hot water, did not stay, and came out and headed towards another village.

After walking a few villages, it was already getting dark.

In the howling north wind, Song Shao and several officials from Fan Cheng, carrying food and supplies, walked towards the snow-covered village in front.

Under the heavy snow, there was no road in sight.

Song Shaotong was beside the five little officials, whose lower limbs had been buried in their thighs, and they were trembling forward.

Although the six men were dressed in thick woolen clothes, their lips were blue from the cold.

A small official said to Song Shao in front:

"County ...... Prefectural order, I ...... My leg...... It seems like...... I don't seem to be conscious......"

Song Shao turned around and encouraged: "Hold on...... Persistence will, ahead ...... Ahead is ...... It's the village ......."

"Good...... Okay......" replied the little officer.

Six people, slowly moving forward.

However, they all slowly fell on top of the snow.

The snow was falling, and the night was getting deeper.

The next day, the heavy snow stopped, and the morning sun came out and sprinkled its light on the land of Van City.

At the edge of the village here, the people who came out found Song Shao.

The people of the whole village knelt down in front of Song Shao and the six of them.

In the affinity hall, I saw Li Feng, the county guard of Weijun, playing the documents that came up.

The attendant ordered the king to follow, and saw that on the face of his young king, large tears rolled down.

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the new year, there was still a light snow in the sky.

Outside the martyrs' cemetery at the foot of the west mountain of Jidu, there are dense lines of troops and people.

It didn't take long for a tsunami-like shout to be heard at the very edge outside the martyr's cemetery:

"Ten thousand years of my king! Years! Ten thousand years! ”

"Ten thousand years of Yan Kingdom! Years! Ten thousand years! ”

In the deafening shouts, Ji Kang's van came to the outside of the cemetery.

Ji Kang, who was wearing sacrificial clothes, stepped down from the van, followed by several ministers of the Yan Kingdom, and then many officials of the Yan Kingdom, as well as the relatives and dependents of the martyrs buried in this cemetery.

Ji Kang looked up at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and then looked at the dense crowd behind him.

Turning around, he shouted loudly: "Pass on the widow's edict and seal the title." ”

Liao Shan, the minister of ceremonies, came out of the queue and responded loudly: "Obey the edict." ”

Behind Liao Shan, several officials held a gold-lettered plaque and stepped forward. On the plaque is written six big characters of "Martyrs Cemetery of the Country", which are inscribed by Ji Kang himself.

Wait until this plaque is hung in the center of the gate in front of the cemetery.

A solemn and solemn atmosphere suddenly permeated every corner of this cemetery.

Ji Kang said slowly: "Come on, send the coffins of Song Shao and the other six people from Fancheng County to be placed in the cemetery." ”

In the crowd, many low cries suddenly came out.

The deeds of Song Shao and other six people in Fancheng County have been published in Xunbao and are widely known by the people of Yanguo. The coffins of Song Shao's six people were also ordered by Ji Kang and urgently sent back to Jidu. Today, it is housed in the cemetery.

In the main hall of the square in front of the martyrs' cemetery, the monument of the martyrs has long been standing in the hall, and the names of the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country are engraved on the monument. The names of Song Shao and the other six people are also on it.

With a low sound of horns, a long bell sounded in the cemetery, which was thick and solemn.

Ji Kang stepped forward, and everyone was in order, following closely behind.

Coming to the monument of the martyrs in the main hall, Ji Kang personally bowed deeply to the martyrs who were engraved with their names and sacrificed their lives for the country.

Set up incense cases in front of the martyrs' monuments, spread sacrifices, set up 49 lamps, and raise flags to summon souls.

After that, Ji Kang personally read the written memorial text.

"On December 23, the second winter of Weida Yankang, the forty-third monarch of Yan State, Kang, solemnly presented the sacrifice ceremony, and enjoyed the death of the soldiers of the country and the heroic soul of the deceased of the people of our Yan Kingdom: ...... I, Yan Guo's son, are all Chinese heroes; The officials and the people are all heroes of Kyushu; Sacrifice your life for the country and be generous...... Soldiers fought for the country and fought hard. Protect the country's social welfare and protect the safety of the people. The born is brave, and the dead become famous...... All the heroic souls who sacrificed their lives for the country should be sacrificed by the country to preserve the heroic souls...... The year is the case, and the year is sacrificed ......"

After reciting the sacrificial text, Ji Kang personally lit the sacrificial text and offered incense himself.

The incense lit by Ji Kang rose and turned into a cloud of smoke.

This cloud of smoke seems to have survived in every name on the martyr's monument, condensed and not dispersed.

Next to a tombstone in the Houshan cemetery, a young officer wearing a military academy uniform came to the front of this tombstone, saw the tombstone with his name and place of origin written in front of him, and stopped.

The young officer stepped forward, stroked the tombstone and said:

Li ...... Uncle Li, Erwa...... Two watts today...... I've come to see you, Uncle Li...... We...... Our army won, and the whole company ...... All that is left is ...... I'm the only one......"

"Uncle Li, Erwa...... Two tiles have been ...... has been escorted to a military academy...... I studied in the military school, and I want to ...... If it weren't for you...... You've stood in my way...... Blocked a knife, I ......"

At this point, Erwa couldn't cry anymore.

"Uncle Li, Erwa...... ...... who will listen to you will ...... every year They will also come to worship...... Worship you and the whole ...... The ...... of the whole company who died in battle ...... of the Brothers Killed in War"

The high monument stands tall, and the heavy snow is speechless.

In the whole cemetery, there were bursts of crying and telling voices from these heroic relatives......