Zhang Song, Zhong Lei, Fang Tao, Kong Yi, Zhou Fang, Liu Liusheng and several others stayed to discuss the follow-up matters, and one of the things that needed to be dealt with urgently was the capture of the Xidong thieves and Huayang thieves.

On that day, the Huayang thieves attacked Qingsong Valley several times in and out, in addition to wanting to sneak attack Yu Minzhi, Zhou Fang, Zhong Lei and others, they also wanted to rescue the prisoners of the West Cave Thieves, but the place where the prisoners of the West Cave Thieves were held was very hidden, and they were not found for a while.

Now that the Huayang thieves have been captured, if they are still as before, they are simply imprisoned, it will definitely be inappropriate.

"Otherwise, we will kill them all, and it will cost food to raise them, our food is not enough, kill and save food!" Chang Shen said.

"What about other people's opinions?" Seeing that the others were silent, Zhang Song asked.

"I agree with Chang Shen's opinion, kill well!" Fang Tao said, "When the Huayang thieves attacked the valley yesterday, these captives were ready to move, and they wanted to come and meet with each other. ”

"No! Killing prisoners has been ominous since ancient times, and besides, we will have to fight in the future, and if we have a reputation for killing prisoners, our enemies will not surrender, but will fight to the death, which will increase our casualties. Zhou raised objections.

Zhang Song glanced at Zhou Fang and nodded in agreement, this is his own concern, he does not approve of the mass killing of prisoners, there has never been a Ming monarch and male lord in history who loves mass killing of prisoners, Zhang Song does not know the reason, but he knows that mass killing of prisoners is definitely not a good thing.

"Or be like the women, and be given slaves to all the people of the valley, and be under the control of each one." Liu Liusheng suggested.

Before Liu Liusheng's words were finished, Zhong Lei was already shaking his head: "No, those women were forcibly distributed, and they already have opinions, not to mention these strong captives?" If you don't detain them, if they are linked, they will cause us a lot of trouble, they are not women and teenagers. ”

"I think so, let's call the captives as slaves, and let them do something for the valley." Zhang Song suggested.

"This method is good, but if you are tired, you will not have the energy to cause trouble." Zhong Lei nodded in agreement, "It's just that there is nothing for them to do in the valley?" ”

"Soon, we have already lost one soldier, and it is conceivable that more soldiers will die in future battles, and I want to gather these soldiers and bury them in the same place, and that place will be built into a cemetery, first, to commemorate the dead, and second, to inspire the living." Zhang Song put forward his own opinions.

"It's a good idea, I agree." Zhou Fang thought for a while and said, "The captured captives can be arranged to build a cemetery." ”

"Yes, that's good, but there's one thing, don't overfeed them." Kong Yi said.

"But you can't starve." Zhou Fang added.

"That's it." Zhang Song glanced at a few people, "Everyone should treat the assigned women well, do a good job of appeasing them, and don't let the dissatisfaction in their hearts grow." ”

Originally, according to Zhang Song's intentions, it should be up to these women to decide to stay, but since it has been allocated, Zhang Song can't put forward this opinion again, so he can only let everyone treat these women well.

After the discussion, Zhang Song immediately went to the house where the wounded lived in Qingsong Valley to visit the wounded soldiers. Many of these wounded were administered and treated by Zhang Song's assistants according to Zhang Song's method, because Zhang Song was in a hurry, and it was impossible for Zhang Song to do it himself. Now that it was empty, Zhang Song came to take a look and check whether the wound was properly treated.

The wounds of these wounded were treated extremely crudely, and many of them simply covered the wounds, which did not contribute to recovery.

"An Kangning, come here!" Zhang Song shouted.

An Kangning was the medical staff selected by Zhang Song after the attack on the West Cave Bandits, and he was Zhang Song's assistant, and Zhang Song had already taught him once when treating the people who were injured in the battle against the West Cave Bandits, and now it seems that he has not mastered it enough.

"The treatment of wounds must strictly follow the procedures, first wash your hands with cool boiled water, and then clean the ......wound with cool boiled water," Zhang Song taught An Kangning while rebandaging the wounded.

An Kangning studied seriously on the side, and at the same time helped Zhang Song. The wounded were very quiet, watching Zhang Song clean his wounds, and even if there was pain, they did not dare to scream loudly, for fear of disturbing Zhang Song.

After Zhang Song finished his work, he raised his head with a slight sweat, and what caught his eyes was the grateful and respectful gaze of a room of wounded soldiers.

"Everyone should recuperate well during this time, don't worry about the valley, the valley should be at peace for a while." Zhang Song said with a smile.

"Zhang Jun, I heard that you are going to build a cemetery for the dead, is this true?" One of the wounded men summoned up courage to ask.

When the other wounded people saw it, they all looked at Zhang Song with blank eyes.

"yes. How? Isn't it appropriate? ”

"Right, right, right!" There were tears in the wounded's eyes.

"What's wrong? Isn't there something sad about it? Zhang Song asked, feeling a little strange in his heart.

"No, no!" The wounded man said in a hurry.

"Zhang Jun, we are happy!" Another wounded man actually had tears in his eyes, "so that we don't have to worry about having nowhere to go home when we die." ”

"Yes, Zhang Jun, this is a great merit!"

"Yes, even if we die, we won't be lonely ghosts." More and more wounded are echoing.

Zhang Song was a little surprised in his heart, Buddhism was not introduced to China for a long time, and the impact was so great, a small cemetery could make these men burst into tears, which Zhang Song did not expect.

In Zhang Song's previous life, the martyr's cemetery was a patriotic education base, and now it seems that Zhang Song underestimated the significance of the martyr's cemetery, which is not only a patriotic education base, but also can cultivate common beliefs and unite people's hearts.

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Song is sure to turn the cemetery into his own patriotic education base, a medium for cultivating common beliefs, and a cohesive bead for cohesion!

"Thank you, Jun Zhang!"

The wounded saluted Zhang Song together and woke him up.

"What are you doing here! Hurry up, please! ”

After stopping the wounded from continuing to salute, Zhang Song relayed the rewards and pensions given to them by Qingsong Valley.

After hearing this, the wounded soldier was even more happy and grateful, and treated Zhang Song a little more respectfully.

After saying goodbye to the wounded, Zhang Song Chengxing came to Zhou Mingshu's cemetery with Zhong Lei, Fang Tao, and Zhou Fang.

Zhou Mingshu's cemetery is in the middle of the mountain, with continuous mountains on the left and right, and an open space in front of him.

Zhang Song walked to Zhou Mingshu's tomb and paid respects. In the same way, every other man came forward to worship.

"Gentlemen, look at it, how is the feng shui of this place? But a treasure land? Zhang Song pointed to a large tract of land around Zhou Mingshu's cemetery.

Zhong Lei, Fang Tao, and Zhou Fang walked around, and then looked carefully, Zhou Fang still looked at it seriously.

"Zhang Jun, this place is good, this is a good cemetery!" The three of them agreed.

Zhang Song does not know Feng Shui, since Zhong Lei, Fang Tao, and Zhou Fang all think that it is a good cemetery, and it is also in line with the tomb concept of people in this era, so they have a plan in their hearts.

"Gentlemen, I want to build a cemetery here, and in the future, all the soldiers of Qingsong Valley who died in battle will be buried in the cemetery, and the cemetery will have two guards, who will be responsible for cleaning and paying tribute every day. Every Qingming, we have to arrange a large-scale memorial event to pay tribute to those dead soldiers! ”

Zhang Song presented his thoughts to several people and asked for their opinions.

"That's a good way! That's great! Zhong Lei said excitedly.

"Good! Good! Good! Zhou Fang said in a sharp voice, "I think everyone in Qingsong Valley will fully support your idea, you have found a home for the dead soldiers in Qingsong Valley, so that they will not become lonely ghosts, this is an immeasurable merit!" ”

"Yes, Zhou Jun is right. This cemetery must not only be repaired, but also repaired well, and repaired in style! Fang Tao said.

Several people began to talk excitedly. Because of the excitement of the wounded first, Zhang Song was not surprised at this time.

"Did Zhang Jun ever think of giving this cemetery a name?" Zhou Fang asked.

"I've thought about it. Let's call it the Heroes Cemetery! Zhang Song changed the solemn name of his previous life, what Zhang Song will do in the future is to quell the Hu rebellion and save the people of Li from fire and water.

"Heroes Cemetery! Good name! Zhong Lei, Fang Tao, and Zhou Fang praised in unison.

Next, Zhang Song, Zhong Lei, Fang Tao, and Zhou Fang had a heated discussion on the size, orientation, specifications, and design of the cemetery.

After a long period of time, the four finalized the construction of the Zhuangshi Cemetery.

"Zhong Jun, what is the situation of the thieves and captives in the West Cave now?" Zhang Song asked.

"They're idle, they're getting more and more restless, they're making a lot of noise all day long." Zhong Lei almost gritted his teeth.

"Then let them build the Zhuangmen Cemetery as soon as possible, if it's too tossed, then kill it!" It's up to you to build the cemetery. Zhang Song said sternly.

"Okay."

Zhong Lei happily agreed, and walked back with Zhang Song with Zhou Fang and Fang Tao.

"The whole strong man cemetery should be planted with more pines and cypresses, take the meaning of the eternal existence of the heroic soul, and build two Langfang in the park, on which the battles should be written, and the battles and achievements should be recorded in detail." As Zhang Song walked, he told Zhong Lei what he could think of.

"Okay. Do you consider making a certain distinction according to the size of your merits? Zhong Lei suggested.

Zhang Song pondered for a moment and said: "The size of the cemetery is the same, they are all comrades, there is no need to make a distinction, but you can consider erecting stone statues for those with greater merit." ”

"That's great, and I think you need to be very careful about the setting of the venue, so that there is enough space. Because Zhang Jun said that a large-scale commemorative event will be held every year during the Qingming Festival. Zhou Fang interjected.

"Well, Zhou Jun's suggestion is good, and you should pay attention."

Several people went down the mountain together and separated on the main road, Zhang Song went to the direction of the iron smelting yard, and he didn't go back for several days, so he should go back to see the situation. The iron-smelting yard and the horse farm are the two places that Zhang Song cares about the most, and there are no others, because these two are important factors in determining the outcome of the war in the future.