After the soldier dies in battle, he will be buried nearby, which may be caused by the ancient transportation problem, and the body cannot be preserved for long-distance transportation, so it can only be buried nearby, which is also a helpless thing, of course, if someone is willing to burn, it is also possible to bring it back by the clansmen or relatives, but the war is together, the possibility is not too big, at most only some stubborn people will do such a thing.

All the men who died in the battle in Fangjia Village, basically no one will go to collect the corpses, they can only be buried by the conscripted people who dig a pit nearby, or by the people who collected the corpses of both sides after the war and then drown them, after the battle array charged, basically left a piece, no one knows anyone, and no one knows anyone, if there is someone who knows, he can only sigh in his heart, and then it is estimated that it will be his turn.

Fang Jing didn't understand how cruel ancient warfare was, but he could indeed imagine that in the age of ice weapons, he could only rely on people, who had more people, longer weapons, more weapons, good weapons, and no fatal rush, that is, who could win, of course, proper command was indispensable.

"Uncle Yong, I have an idea, can I bring the bones of the man from Fangjia Village back for burial?" Fang Jing said her thoughts to Fang Dayong.

"Jing Wazi, of course this is good, but it is unlikely, so many people were buried on the spot, and now that they have gone for the New Year, how can they move back, this is impossible." Fang Da used to deny Fang Jing's thoughts.

Fang Jing couldn't convince herself that there were so many corpses buried in a pit, no one knew who was who, let alone where they were buried, and they had to ask someone to dig up, identify them one by one, and then investigate and reconfirm, this was the process of the whole thing, but it was also the most troublesome thing.

Fang Jing knew that the recognition of a person could be distinguished by face, body shape, hair shape, clothing, etc., but the bones were really not very clear, maybe they could be based on the mutilation, clothes, and other few clues, but Fang Jing felt that he could try, and he couldn't find everything, but if he found one, he counted one.

"Uncle Dayong, I think you can give it a try, find one and count it as one, sixty-one people from our Fangjia Village went on the expedition, fifty-two people died in battle, only three came back, and the bones of the other Fang family men were left outside, the ancestors of the Fang family didn't want this, are you right?" Fang Jing felt that he could try to do it, and he had to give an explanation to the ancestors of the Fang family.

"Jing Wazi, when we went out to Fangjia Village, there were sixty-one people, and only nine people came back, three died of typhoid fever, and the bones also returned to Fangjia Village, and finally there were forty-nine people left behind, including your father's bones, if you really want to try, Uncle Dayong has no objection, but you have to think clearly about the suffering." Fang Dayong knew that this was a big deal, and he also truthfully informed Fang Jing of the situation.

Fang Jing listened to what Fang Dayong said, forty-nine corpses, it was really a little difficult, but it was completely possible to try, there was always a thought, right?

"Dog baby, you go and invite the village to come and say that we have something big to say." Fang Dayong shouted to the dog who was still playing with a group of little babies.

After listening to Fang Dayong's words, the dog baby ran to the village house, the dog baby didn't know what was the big deal, he just knew to come back to play quickly, and it would be his turn to play with the rag doll in a while.

The dog baby took Mura Zheng to Fang Jing's house, and after coming in, he didn't ask anything big, but he saw Fang Jing sitting motionless in a chair like a fool, holding his chin in his hand and thinking about something, Mura Zheng also saw Fang Dayong stretched out his hand and told Mura Zheng to silence, but Mura Zheng didn't ask, and directly took a chair and sat down.

A group of little babies not far away are all around Fang Yuan, all taking turns to hug the rag dolls, wanting to take a closer look at how the dolls are doing, why they are so good-looking, the appearance of the rag dolls is really good-looking, in the periphery of the little babies, Xiong Er is also very anxious, and he doesn't know whether he wants to rush in to ask for the rag dolls, or Xiong Er's heart thinks about whether there is something delicious inside.

I don't know how long it took, it is estimated that there were two quarters of an hour, Fang Jing came to his senses, no one knew what Fang Jing had been thinking in these two quarters of an hour, let alone why Fang Jing suddenly became a thinker.

"Muramasa is here, I'm not sorry just now, Uncle Dayong, tell Muramasa that I'll go boil for water." Fang Jing entered the stove room, fetched water to wash the pot, and then lit a fire to boil water, Daying didn't see Fang Jing enter the stove room to boil water at this time, otherwise he would definitely come over to help, at this time, Daying was holding a rag doll and looking at it.

When the water was about to boil, Fang Jing asked the gods for some green tea to boil in a pot, and when it was boiled, he carried the pot to the courtyard under the tree, put it on the small table, and took a few of the smallest bamboo bowls from the house, and poured a bowl of each with the pot.

"Murazheng, Uncle Dayong, drink tea, I saw a merchant selling it in the county, so I bought some to try the taste." Fang Jing didn't dare to say where this tea came from.

"Little uncle, come and have a bowl of tea." Fang Jing shouted to Chen Erlin and his wife, who were still working.

"Jing Wazi, why is this tea like this? Didn't you decoction? Mura Zheng looked at the pale yellow tea in the bowl and asked Fang Jing.

"Muramasa, this tea is not boiled, it is boiled in boiling water." Fang Jing explained that he took a big sip with a small bamboo bowl, and the fragrant tea smell filled his mouth, so that Fang Jing finally stopped drinking tasteless water.

"Well, this tea has a sweet aftertaste, but it's good." Muramasa took a sip and tasted it slowly, thinking it was really good.

"Mm-hmm, yes, yes." Everyone also drank it, all admired, in their hearts, but they have never drunk tea, not even the most ordinary sencha, tea for them, just heard of the good things they have seen, ordinary households, but there is not so much money to buy tea, except for the place where the tea is produced, of course, the village is a person who has seen the world, sencha must have been drunk.

Fang Jing knows that Datang basically doesn't brew tea, add some oil, salt, ginger, garlic and tea leaves to decoction, and the tea leaves have to be ground into powder, it is estimated that Fang Jing may not be able to accept it, although he has not drunk it, but he also knows that the taste can make people taste good, maybe he is not used to it, like the method of brewing tea, it was popular in the early Ming Dynasty, and now, decoction tea is only available to large officials and scholars, and it is basically impossible for ordinary people to have money to buy tea, which is very expensive, plus tea can still be exported for cattle and horses and sheep valuables.

"This tea is really thirst-quenching, and it tastes a little bitter at first, but after drinking it, it is sweet in the mouth." Muramasa is still a knowledgeable person, and he is also a person who has eaten tea, but he really has some insights.

"Muramasa, Uncle Dayong told you just now, what do you think?" Fang Jing directly said today's topic, wanting to hear Muramasa's opinion.

"Jing Wazi, this matter is indeed a major event in our Fangjia Village, but if you want to recover those remains, the possibility is not very large, but who doesn't want the bones of the Fang family to be buried in the ancestral cemetery of our Fangjia Village, of course it is good to be able to find it, but I'm afraid it won't work, Fangjia Village is poor, but there is no money to hire someone to dig it, and there is no money to ask someone to transport it back, and no one will help our Fangjia Village talk to the government." Fang Jing didn't understand much, but he just went to move back to the bones of the Fang family's man, how much did it have to do with the government? An Li said that the government should support it, which is a good thing.

"Murazheng, I'll figure out a way to deal with money, there will always be a way, I first wanted to find my father's bones back and bury them with my mother, but then I also asked Uncle Dayong, only to know that there are so many Fang family men in Fangjia Village who have not come back, so I think that I can find one is one, if I can't find it back, I can at least give it a try and give the people in the village a thought." Fang Jing felt that she needed to try, even if she didn't find it back in the end, it was always right to try.

"Jing Wazi, you're right, there must be a thought, I support you, but Fangjia Village can't come up with so much money, and it can't support you anything, so I don't know what I can do." The village is supportive, but the current situation in the village is so poor that they are about to sell their sons and daughters.

"Muramasa, here you need to copy all the Fang family men who died in foreign battles, and remember some characteristics, such as what you brought with you when you went on the expedition, or who was born with a finger, who was born with crooked feet or something, the more detailed the better, so that if I find it, it will be easy to identify." Fang Jing didn't know how to proceed, but there were some characteristics that were still easy to find, so he had to trouble the village to go to each house to record them.

"This is good, this is needed, then I'll go." Muramasa is also in a hurry, and he needs to go home and get some bamboo chips to record.

"Muramasa, you wait a minute, I'll give you something, don't be in a hurry, this matter is not in a hurry, even if it is copied, I can't go out now, no, it is unlikely this year, next year, I will definitely go next year." After Fang Jing finished speaking, he returned to the house and asked the gods for some straw paper, but he didn't dare to ask for ordinary white paper, it was estimated that there would be no white paper in this era, at most it would be high-grade rice paper.

"Muramasa, these straw paper for you to use first, I didn't buy a brush, I only bought some straw paper, this pen, Muramasa should have, I don't know how to read, so I still need to write clearly when Muramasa transcribes, and then I will be recognized, or when the time comes, I will learn to read." Fang Jing handed Mura Zheng a dozen pieces of straw paper, it is estimated that there are one hundred and eighty sheets, the size of ordinary eight-open paper, and he also does not dare to say that he knows words, mainly because Datang is a traditional character, Fang Jing can only know simplified characters, too many traditional characters do not know.

"Okay, it seems that Jing Wazi wants to be ahead, my old man will ask Jing Wazi, if I can find the bones of my eldest and second child at that time, then my old man can kneel down for Jing Wazi, you really want to find it back, you are the benefactor of Fangjia Village." Mura Zheng took the straw paper, and wiped his tears as he spoke, the Mura Zheng of Fangjia Village is not the kind of Mura Zheng who built a villa in Fang Jing's previous life, the kind of Mura Zheng who drank thin mud, the Mura Zheng of Fangjia Village is basically the same as the villagers of Fangjia Village, if it weren't for the fact that he had been out for a few years when he was young, there would be few mouthfuls of food at home.

"Muramasa, don't cry, as a descendant of the Fang family, these should have been done." Fang Jing had to comfort Muramasa, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

The village was wiping away from Fang Jing's house, making the courtyard a little quiet, and among the people present, the one who felt the most should be Fang Dayong, followed by Chen Erlin and his wife.

"Drink tea, if you don't drink it again, it will be cold." Fang Jing shouted to the three of them to drink tea, got up and went to the back room, came out with a few bamboo bowls, and also took a bamboo bucket of honey out.

Fang Jing scooped some honey into the five small bamboo bowls, then poured some tea into the bamboo bowls, and waited for the honey to melt.

"Stop playing, come and drink a bowl of honey tea each." Fang Jing shouted to a group of little babies who were still holding rag dolls.

"Brother, this is really delicious, isn't it honey, but it's a little bitter." Fang Yuan looked at Fang Jing and said after drinking the honey tea in the small bamboo bowl.

"Well, after drinking, there will be no more, you can only drink one bowl, otherwise you won't be able to eat at night." After drinking the five bamboo bowls, I made three more bowls, and gave Dachu and the dog baby one bowl each.

Fang Jing took the remaining bowl for Xiong Er to drink, Xiong Er had already smelled the smell of honey, and kept humming on the side, until Fang Jing put the bowl on the ground, and then he was happy. After drinking, you won't give a second bowl, it's not that Fang Jing is stingy, don't drink too much tea with this little thing, and find Fang Jing to make a fuss at night.