"My son. You, why did you just go. A lady sat at the door and cried loudly. This happened in a family in Xiaohe Village, the family has two sons, the eldest son has become a family, and the younger son has joined the Red Turban Army at eighteen.

As a result, after a battle, he was killed. Two captains and officers of the Red Turban Army came over today, and their expressions were extremely sad. A captain officer couldn't stand it, so he knelt down and handed him a death notice in his hand.

The eldest lady couldn't stand such a heavy pain at all, and she was in pain on the spot.

"Auntie, auntie, mourn quickly. Mourning. The neighbors next to him persuaded one after another. It was a glorious thing to participate in the Red Turban Army's encirclement of the base area, and when Xiao Er was a soldier, the entire Xiaohe Village beat gongs and drums to bid farewell. Because they like the Red Turbans and know that the Red Turbans are the ones who really call the shots for them.

"Oh, my poor son. You, you haven't started a family yet. The aunt then wept.

"Little two, his aunt. Don't cry. Xiao Er is gone. But this is not the team, and I also know that I feel sorry for you. The team also sent food, and in the future, your family will be raised by the team. An uncle persuaded.

"But my little two. It's still too small. I'm still planning. Tell him about his daughter-in-law. He, he's gone. Auntie said.

Mrs. Guo, who didn't count, came to this village, and when he saw such a scene, he was also very curious, so he stopped to take a good look. In the Yellow Turban Army, death was common, and some were killed. Not even the body could be found. Being able to bury a body is already a good treat. This kind of thing, Mrs. Guo has become indifferent. But the Red Turbans were able to bring back the corpses. That's pretty much a pretty remarkable practice.

"Little Er, his aunt, don't cry. Look at Aunt Wang, the only son was killed. People didn't say anything, and the team gave a lot of subsidies, but people didn't want it. You have to learn from other people. An old man next to him said unhappily. There is nothing wrong with crying like this, and people don't say anything. But the problem is that crying like this makes people a little incomprehensible.

"Aunt Wang?" The girl stopped crying and asked.

"yes. Aunt Wang, just one son, heard that he was killed in battle. Even Chief Xu knew about it. Chief Xu wants to give some compensation, or support the elderly for life. But Aunt Wang refused. Not only that, but they also made some clothes and sent them to the team. Chief Xu didn't know what to say. The old man said.

"You also have a son, but Aunt Wang has nothing. The son could only enter Valhalla. The old man said.

The aunt stopped crying. She knew, in comparison. She's good enough. Because he also has a son.

"Let, we can't embarrass Xiaohe Village, my grandson is older. Also went to join the army. The aunt gritted her teeth and said.

"Little second aunt. That's right. Let's Xiaohe Village. Not the kind of person who doesn't want to repay his gratitude. The old man said.

The war was brutal, and there were fallen soldiers on both sides. Behind a soldier may be the support of a family that is about to fall. If this kind of work is not done well, it will chill the people in the base areas.

"Wow wow. Wow wow. "Yang Village. Shang Wu and Jia Xu came here to see the families of the dead.

"This is the Yang Sanjia. There are two babies in the house, and the girl is three years old. I still know something. But boy, you're still breastfeeding. The militia captain in the village bowed his head and introduced. They've been here many times, and the team has to give them some subsidies. But Yang Sanniang didn't want to. After Shangwu heard about this, he didn't come here to pacify him.

"Yang San's family, Chief Xu has come to see you." The militia captain looked at Shang Wu. The chief had a serious face, and he had already seen several such things when he heard about them. Such a chief is still rare. There were also some convoys in the back, all of which were covered with some grain.

"This, sir. Uncle. This. This, Xu, sir. "Yang Sanniang is still very young, at most in her early twenties. They take on the burden of the family prematurely.

"Yang Sanniang, on behalf of the Red Turban Army, first of all, thank you for your support to us. Didn't say it. I want to get this grain in. Shang Wu waved his hand, and the soldiers hurriedly carried the food in. Several stones of grain. You don't have to worry about this winter. This made Yang Sanniang not know what to say.

"This." Yang Sanniang looked at all this nervously, she didn't know what to do.

"For the matter of the three Yang brothers, we regret that we didn't take good care of him, this kind of thing was originally just his chief. But I heard that in order to support us, Yang Sanniang refused to accept it, so we could only send it in person. We Red Turbans have taken too much from you. If we don't take this bit of food, we won't be able to face you at all. Please accept it. Your child's education, and your child's future, you don't have to worry. The pension will last. Brother Yang San is gone. But his descendants will continue, and the incense will be passed on forever. Shang Wu said.

"This. This, this sir, this thing can't be done, it can't be done. Yang Sanniang said excitedly.

"When Yang San was here, he said that our family was saved by the Red Turban Army, and our Zhuang family learned about Entu's retribution, the grace of saving lives, how could we still ask for your pension." Yang Sanniang said anxiously.

"Alright. The matter of the three Yang brothers is like this, in a few days, the tablets of the three Yang brothers will enter the Valhalla and enjoy the worship of the world. I also hope that Yang Sanniang can come. "Shang Wu invited.

"Well, the slave must arrive." Yang Sanniang said. Shang Wu and Jia Xu immediately took their leave.

"Such people are not bad." Jia Xu said on the side.

"Some people are completely scattered. Moreover, when we were cleaning up the battlefield, we also found a lot of orphans, and I have an idea. Jia Xu said to Shangwu.

"Let's talk about it." Sang-mu's mind is messed up right now. Because the price paid by the people is too great. Such a price is borne by their people, and Shangwu feels very unhappy.

"My idea is that some of the military families have lost the incense, you know, in the eyes of these families, being able to maintain the passing of the incense is a big deal, and these orphans have also lost their parents, and it is also an expense to support them, and the pension aspect is also an expense." Jia Xu said.

"Yours is saying, let those families come and adopt, let them become the descendants of heroes. In this way, can the hero's incense be passed on? Shang Wu asked.

Jia Xu nodded. That's what it means, Shang Wu nodded. He knows that incense will be passed down forever, and how big a Chinese family is, this is how the lord has passed it on. The Qin State ruled the world, and the military merit lord had great merit. In the same way, those who support the Red Turban Army are the mentality of some ordinary people to repay their gratitude, and this psychology cannot last long. The martial Red Turban Army can't always let them pay such a price, such as having honor to inherit, only with the inheritance of honor, this kind of incense can be maintained, and this situation can keep the Red Turban Army inheritance.

"I think so. We need to educate these children so that they know that they are responsible, that they are a different generation. Shang Wu said.

"Hmm. This is a must. Jia Xu said.

"In addition, we need to award them military merit medals, which is a kind of military honor, a symbol of honor. But it's not a knighthood, and I know the knighthood system has a lot of influence, but that's not what we need, and we should give more benefits to these honors. After all, we need to compensate them for some of their work. They pay too much. Shang Wu thought for a moment and said.

"But at the moment we are still very limited in what we can do." Jia Xu said.

"At the same time, in terms of financial expenditures, although we have a certain amount of income from this battle, we have collected more than 30,000 truckloads of grain and grass supplies. There are countless weapons and armor, but we also spend a lot, especially on weapons, and with the pensions of the dead, our expenses are basically balanced. But the next battle is still ongoing, and if we want to be involved, it's not going to be good. Jia Xu said.

The cost of the war was very large. Sangwu is also bothered by this problem.

"The funds on the books have been reduced to a minimum, and it may be difficult for us to sustain them with only one funeral. We're still in a terrible situation. Jia Xu said.

It seems that this dilemma must be solved in other ways. For example, trade. Let's go to the factory, and if the factory can surprise us, the situation will be greatly improved. Shang Wu said. Jia Xu nodded. The two decided to return to Lijiazhuang quickly. Solve this puzzle.

Around Lijiazhuang, Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao visited many training grounds of the Red Turban Army.

"Damn, this Red Turban Army is better than our Yellow Turban Army." Zhou Cang said.

"That's it, I think, this situation is a little bad for our Red Turban Army, so let's join this Red Turban Army." Pei Yuanshao on the side suggested this.

"Tell me something. Can we do that? That's how the general treats us. Zhou Cang said with some dissatisfaction.

"Treat us like this, look at our situation, are there a thousand people rushing to help? There are tens of thousands of officers and soldiers. If you look at the Red Turban Army, there is no shortage of food and clothing. The fight is also very strong, let's follow them and don't suffer. Pei Yuanshao said.

"Me. I don't think it's easy to do. Zhou Cang turned his head and said. He is a face-saving person, and he feels a little embarrassed to switch like this, after all, they are not cornered.