In the next few days, Fang Jing took Chen Erlin and Qian to serve the two of them, and began to decorate the doors and windows of the new house, pave the floor, paint the walls, and hoist the stairs, all in a tight and orderly process.

Even the open space in front of the new house, Fang Jing made it into a cement floor, perhaps because of the benefits of cement, so that Qian Shi always stared at Fang Jing with strange eyes, Fang Jing was a little embarrassed, after all, this is not something that Datang has now, but something that can only appear in more than a thousand years.

"Jing Wazi, Jing Wazi, you follow me to the big banyan tree, there are a lot of officers and soldiers over there." Mura Zheng ran from not far away and shouted at Fang Jing.

"Muramasa, what's wrong? Is something wrong? Fang Jing watched the little old man run out of breath, stopped what he was doing and asked.

"Jing Wazi, there are many officers and soldiers from the big banyan tree, and they want to see you by name." After taking a breath, Mura Zheng said to Fang Jing.

"See me by name? No way? Then I'll go and see. Fang Jing was curious, there were very few people he knew, what officers and soldiers did he know?

Fang Jing followed the village towards the big banyan tree, and even Qian Shi and Chen Erlin, who were still busy, stopped what they were doing and followed.

Mura Zheng took a group of people to the back of the big banyan tree, and saw a lot of carriages, as well as a group of officers and soldiers, Fang Jing who was the first did not know, and he didn't know who they were, except that they were officers and soldiers in this costume, Fang Jing couldn't guess who they were.

"Dare to ask who is Mr. Fang Jingfang?" The official who took the lead asked Muramasa and his party.

"I'm Fang Jing, who are you? Is there anything going on in Fangjia Village? Fang Jing stared at the official who asked and asked, he really hadn't seen it, and even if he did, he couldn't remember it.

"Mr. Fang, I am Li Daoling of the Criminal Department, and I am ordered by the Holy Lord, to go to Puzhou and other places to retrieve the remains of the man in Fangjia Village, and now that this matter has been completed, I am hereby ordered to escort the remains of the man in Fangjia Village back to Fangjia Village." The official who took the lead saluted Fang Jing and showed his intentions.

"What, the bones of the man from my village have returned? Really coming back? Cun Zheng listened to what he had just said on the side, looking at this man named Li Daoling, his face turned red, and even his voice began to tremble.

"Back to this old man, exactly." Li Daoling responded with a hug.

"It's really back, my son is back, the men of my village are back, the men of my family are finally home, the ancestors no longer blame me, the ancestors rest in peace." With tears streaming down his eyes, Muramasa fell to his knees, kowtowing heavily in the direction of the ancestral hall, shouting in his mouth.

"Uncle Shi, you go and inform the whole village, the whole village, regardless of men, women and children, all come and gather, and we will welcome our men home." Fang Jing knew that the village was definitely in pain at this time, so he had to arrange other things for Xiao Shi, otherwise it would take some time for the village to recover.

After a quarter of an hour, the whole village, young and old, cried and shouted towards the big banyan tree, and their mouths were all chanting the names of their sons, shouting sons, calling husbands, shouting fathers, who doesn't have a son? Who doesn't have a man from the Fang family who died in battle? It seems that there are none, basically twenty-seven households, and every family has one.

Fang Jing couldn't see this kind of scene the most, but he couldn't leave, after all, there was his father among the remains.

"Thank you, thank you for helping to get back the remains of our man, and send them back to our village, my village is up and down, I am grateful." Muramasa, who had recovered from the situation, gave a big salute to this large number of officers and soldiers.

The village is taking the whole village to salute this group of officers and soldiers, of course, Fang Jing is also among them, this is a big thing for the people of Fangjia Village, nothing is more important than today, no one can live outside, let alone Fang Jing.

"Uncle, this is what we should do, do what we are told, don't do it." Li Daoling looked at the sound of more than 100 people in Fangjia Village crying and shouting, and did not forget to thank them, and his heart was also inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Muramasa, please preside over the welcoming ceremony, don't delay for a long time, it will chill the bones of our men." A village elder wiped his tears and spoke to the village.

"Yes, yes, yes, we should welcome our man, Xiaoshi, go back to prepare the incense case, open the door of the ancestral hall, we want to welcome our man back to the ancestral hall." The village was shouting loudly to the small stone beside him, and his heart was happy except for being uncomfortable.

For the people of Fangjia Village, there are only two things that will make them collectively excited, one is when the whole family eats big white rice, and the second is now.

The old people are uncomfortable in their hearts, but they are happy in their hearts, the women are uncomfortable, but they most hope that their men can come back, although they can't come back perfectly, but the remains are back, which is also a kind of sustenance, the little babies are uncomfortable, they are uncomfortable with their ancestors and parents, although the older ones have seen their fathers and elders, and the younger ones have not much memory.

"This village leader, see if you invite some people to come, I will ask my soldiers to invite the remains of the men below, should the family come to welcome back, so that it is more appropriate." Li Daoling looked at the large group of people in front of him, and made up his mind that it might be more appropriate.

"What the general said, what the general said is yes, I forgot about it, old man, thank you for reminding me." After listening to Li Daoling's words, Muramasa hurriedly nodded in response.

The village is shouting to the people of each family, and the men of each family are coming, and if there is no man, the male baby of the family will come over, which can be regarded as the meaning of taking over the incense, and Fang Jing is also among them.

Originally, Fang Jing wanted his little sister Fang Yuan to come, but after all, this was the biggest thing in the village, so he didn't dare to go against the wishes of the whole village, so he had to stand in the middle of the team.

The replacement team of forty-nine people stood in a long row, which also made Fangjia Village the most united in the history of the village, and the village was standing at the forefront, waiting for the officers and soldiers to read the names of the remains of the men.

"Fang Ping." A person dressed as a general, holding a roster in his hand, began to read the name, and the Fang family, who called the name, walked forward slowly, holding a wooden box from the hands of a soldier, and the wooden box contained the remains of the Fang family's man.

The village was holding Fang Ping's urn, crying silently, a pair of thick old hands, stroking the wooden box, crying out Fang Ping's name with tears streaming down his face.

General Fang Kang continued to read the roster, and Xiao Shi walked forward steadily, took the wooden box, and stood beside his father's village, also crying silently.

Fang Ping and Fang Kang are the two sons of Muramasa, both of whom were the two sons of the Fang family who died on the battlefield, and the third son has gone to the second, and the white-haired people sent the black-haired people, the tragedy is like this, not to mention the other families in Fangjia Village.

General "Fang De" read the roster, Fang Jing walked over, took the wooden box, stood on the edge of the small stone with it, and looked at the wooden box quietly, Fang Jing did not cry, but there were tears in his eyes, Fang Jing knew that in this wooden box, it was only the father of this body, but it was still his father, Fang Jing didn't want to cry, but the tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Fang Daneng" General was still reading the roster with an expressionless face, Fang Da walked over with a cane, took the wooden box, his face was full of tears, he couldn't help himself, the two brothers went to the battlefield at the same time, but they came back alive with one leg missing, this is not the worst thing in the world, what could be worse than this?

"Fang Deshui ......" General continued to read the roster, and a man would go to retrieve the wooden box from the people who were recited.

One by one, the wooden boxes of the men of the Fang family were sent back to the hands of the men or boys of each family, and each family hugged the wooden box and cried loudly, the scene was a little out of control, even Fang Jing's family was crying around the wooden box, Fang Yuan was even more so, in the wooden box was Fang De's remains, Fang Yuan's father, Fang Yuan had already understood the beginning and end of the matter, and was crying loudly holding the wooden box at this time.

At this time, no one can stop the Fang family from being so sad, no one can stop the Fang family's sadness and pain, only God stays quietly in the sky, looking down at all this, if God has affection, maybe a few tears will fall, but God has never been affectionate, otherwise how can God have love and heaven will be old for thousands of years.

In the camp not far away, the officials quietly watched the scene of everyone in Fangjia Village crying loudly, and the same was true of the officers and soldiers who sent back the bones of the Fang family's men.

The return of the bones of the Fang family man made the hearts of the people of Fangjia Village even more united, although everyone is sad and sad now, but the bones will finally be buried in the ancestral ground.

"Send the men of the Fang family into the ancestral hall." Holding the wooden box in his arms, Muramasa shouted loudly, raised his legs and walked slowly towards the ancestral hall.

The people of Fangjia Village, one family after another, were carried by men with wooden boxes in their arms, followed the village and went to the ancestral hall, everyone knew in their hearts that entering the ancestral hall this time was also regarded as returning home, respecting the ancestors and ancestors, and being worthy of the ancestors of the Fang family.

All the people of Fangjia Village, all entered the ancestral hall, the man stood in front of the ancestral hall with a wooden box, followed by the personnel of each family, regardless of men, women and children, even the worst health of the village old was carried over, this village old is also the oldest one in Fangjia Village, this year seventy is seven, but now he is in poor health, unable to get up, so he has to be carried over by the villagers.

"Ancestors, ancestors, the men of our family who died on the battlefield in battles abroad have finally returned home." Muramasa knelt down in front of the main tablet of the ancestral hall with a wooden box in his arms, and shouted to his ancestors.

Everyone in the back also knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the ancestral tablet.

"Sixty-one men of our family were recruited to the battlefield, nine were disabled, three of them died of illness in the battlefield and were buried back to the ancestral land of Fangjia Village, and the remaining forty-nine men of the Fang family died on the battlefield, and they were exposed to the wind and rain outside for several years, and today is finally home, ancestors bless, ancestors and ancestors, we are not ashamed of you." Muramasa shouted loudly again to the ancestral tablet.

All the people who followed behind were like this in their hearts, the return of the remains of the Fang family had already made everyone sad and sad in their hearts, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to their ancestors, sad and heartbroken and falling to the ground, crying silently, mixed with all kinds of feelings here.

Subsequently, the village is leading the men to hold the wooden box and store it in the ancestral hall, and arrange personnel to stay behind, which requires 7749 days of incense and sacrifice before it can be buried in the ground.

The door of the ancestral hall of Fangjia Village is wide open every day, and every family can enter the worship at will, regardless of men, women and children, every day several families enter the ancestral hall, holding their own wooden boxes and crying, the same is true of Fang Jing's family, although they go relatively rarely, but they will always go once every few days, at least they can get some relief in their hearts.

The officers and soldiers who escorted the remains of the Fang family man had already left without leaving any behind, perhaps because they were afraid of disturbing the grief and remembrance of the people of Fangjia Village, or even because they didn't want to extend because of this grief, or even because they were duty.

In these days, Fangjia Village has been in a sad atmosphere, there are few visits or loud shouts, everyone is afraid of disturbing the Fang family men in the ancestral hall, and the Fang family men who were welcomed back, after so many years of wind and rain outside, can return to the ancestral hall, it is a rare tranquility, which makes the villagers of Fangjia Village dare not do anything excessive, after all, there are their own relatives.

"Muramasa, why do you have time to come and sit with me today?" Fang Jing watched the village and his family come to the small courtyard of Fang Jing's house, looked at the village and asked the family.

"It's okay to come and sit down, by the way, I would like to ask you, forty-nine days later, what do you think of the burial of the bones of the Fang family's man?" After the village and the family sat down, they asked Fang Jing urgently.

"Murazheng, you can arrange this matter, I just obey, I'm just a junior, I can't say anything, this is a big deal in Fangjia Village after all, I can't let my junior mess up." Fang Jing didn't have any thoughts in his heart, this should be the case in any era, not to mention that Fang Jing didn't know any rituals and etiquette.

"Jing Wazi, you have brought too many changes to Fangjia Village, not to mention that the bones of our Fang family man have also been recovered, but let us old guys have a light on their faces, and when we go down in the future, we can also explain when we see our ancestors, Jing Wazi, this is ......" Mura Zheng looked at Fang Jing and said softly.

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