A few days ago, relying on thousands of free coolies, on the easternmost Baiyu Mountain, Yang Fan ordered people to dig a big pit, which was ten meters deep. The corpses that were picked up were buried in this mass grave. Yang Fan took a handkerchief and wiped his faces for the dead brothers one by one. The blood on the side has been changed more than 100 times.

"Brothers, I'm sorry. Arrange for you to lie down together. But it's okay to have a companion, who has been born and died, and they also have a topic for each other, right? I really didn't have anything to say, so I scolded Yang Fan, the bastard, and poked his backbone. Layers of soil covered it, and then hundreds of people, Yang Fan just wiped his face in pieces and muttered to himself.

"Yang Tou'er, I'll come......" Qi Dabai's eyes were a little wet red, and his voice was low. stretched out his hand, wanting to take over the work in Yang Fan's hands.

Yang Fan didn't answer, and continued the work at hand, "Change the water!" The brothers have finally met, and they will also go clean. Originally, it was possible to dry a firewood and burn it directly, but Yang Fan didn't do it, he knew that burials were prevalent in ancient times, even if there was no money to buy a coffin, he had to wrap a straw mat, dig a pit, bury some soil, and insert a monument.

The hand towel was dyed blood red from its original white. Yang Fan rubbed vigorously in the water, and there was a little bit of his original appearance. Handing over the blood, Yang Fan continued to squat, slowly wiping the dead brothers. Qi Dabai took another piece of cloth, and after wetting it, at the other end, he wiped the brothers who had not yet washed their faces.

Halfway through the wipe, Yang Fan's hand paused. It was a familiar face, yellow tooth stained with blood and mud. Yang Fan patiently cleaned up.

"Lao Hong, I'm sorry. Yang Zi is useless, Yang Zi has hurt you. It's Yang Zi who is useless. Tears flowed down his cheeks, and he choked up to speak. Lao Hong's hand covered his chest, and Yang Fan whimpered and broke the already stiff hand to the sides of his body.

A blood-soaked bag of rice falls out. In the end, Lao Hong was reluctant to eat, and he saved the bag of millet that he saved. Yang Fan covered his mouth and didn't make a sound. Tears slipped between your fingers. He just looked at the bag of millet like that. Food, food that they see as more expensive than their own lives. Human life is really like a mustard.

"Lao Hong, keep it and bring it to Sister-in-law Hong. Tell her, I, Yang Zi, am sorry for her, and I didn't leave your life behind...... I'll have to take care of you. ”

"Yang Tou'er, don't ...... Don't say it......"

Everyone on the side choked up, "Yang Tou'er, I don't blame you, we don't blame you." ”

Yang Fan stuffed the bag of blood-soaked millet back into Lao Hong's chest, wiped the tears in his eyes with his sleeve, and said, "You are waiting, waiting for the spring of next year, those baby bumps you hide in the tank can be planted in the ground." When the time comes, ten lives will be ten, ten will be born hundreds, and the entire thirteen peaks will be that thing. ”

The loess was overturned, and the bones were laid to rest. It took a whole day to see Yang Fan, who had seen all kinds of tragic scenes, and his face was so pale that he couldn't do it. The 10-meter-deep pit is fixed with stones and cement so that it does not displace. When the soil was filled, Yang Fan sat next to him. Watching the sunset, several monks who were forcibly carried by Zu Runze finally began to recite the Sutra of Transcendence. The monks of Wanghai Temple didn't see how many people were buried, but the smell of blood in the air alone was enough to make their faces pale and tremble and recite the Sutra of Transcendence of the Dead.

"Sleep first. These thirteen peaks will be our home from now on. If your family doesn't talk to the two families, this revenge has not yet been avenged. I, the banner bearer, will do what I promised you! ”

Zu Runze came over and squatted next to Yang Fan, "Yang Zi, what about the corpses of those Jin soldiers?" Also buried? ”

"It was burned with firewood. Burned to ashes. Yang Fan said coldly.

Zu Runze raised his eyebrows and said, "Burned to ashes?" ”

"yes, it's too cheap to bury them. It was burned to ashes, divided into piles, and scattered in the Daling River. I'm going to let them crush their bones! With the water of the Ling River, rushing into the sea, you will never be able to set foot in the land of the Ming Dynasty! ”

Zu Runze was so frightened by Yang Fan's words that his scalp was numb, and he stammered: "This ...... That's too ruthless, isn't it? ”

The wind was clear, and Yang Fan's back became bright under the cover of the setting sun.

"I didn't treat them as fertilizer, and I was already worthy of them." He walked slowly down the mountain, where the food had arrived. Yang Fan originally thought that Huang Taiji would give less. Unexpectedly, 20,000 stone grain and 30,000 stone forage were 10,000 stone forage. At present, there is no granary that has been built, so Yang Fan can only order the grain and grass to be piled up in the Golden Bull Cave. Of course, Yang Fan would not think that this was Huang Taiji's kindness or carelessness in sending an extra 10,000 fodder, anyway, it must be harboring evil intentions.

Now, Linghe City has come to an end, and the Ming Dynasty has sent troops to guard it. Linghe City is a great victory, and Longyan is happy. Zu Dashou and Wu Xiang were both ordered to return to Beijing to resume their lives. There is no one on these thirteen peaks now. Presumably, Zu Dashou will definitely say to Zhu Youzhen, and there is no need for Yang Fan to worry about it.

Since the "grass" in the Thirteen Peaks, Yang Fan is not as anxious as before, I don't know why, now he just wants the remaining seven thousand brothers of the Thirteen Peaks to live well, as for others, he can't control it, and his hands are not long enough.

It was already late autumn, and Yang Fan sat under the ginkgo tree sprinkled with golden leaves, looking at the last trace of afterglow. It's been almost a year, and he's been in this world for almost a year. My father and mother don't know if it's okay or not, and if they will be heartbroken because of their disappearance. I guess so. He can only hope that his good brother, Zhu Zi, can help him so that he can provide for his father and mother in his old age.

The leather on the top of the black box has already peeled off the paint a little. Running back and forth and scraping, without the nobility of the beginning, Yang Fan gently patted the black box and hummed in a low voice:

The late autumn wind, the night is hazy, and the wind gently shakes the apricot leaves.

Homesickness, missing relatives, a heavy journey of mountains and rivers!

The steps are messy, the eyes are empty, and I am always sad when I don't see my father.

Tears on his face, his lips trembled, and he missed a glass of turbid wine.

Kowtowed, complaining about leaving, and the heart was undulating and choppy.

The meeting is short, the journey is hurried, and the soul does not meet outside the sky.

The soul is broken, tears are gushing, and the sky is wet and green.

Things are impermanent, relying on the east wind, and want to send the acacia skyline.

The soul returns, the night is thick, and the old soul wants to send the new soul,

What can I do, the road doesn't work, the path of the yin soul and the yang soul is different!

In the coming year, in the wind and rain, the apricot blossoms flew away and gathered again.

Yang Fan looked at the mass grave on the mountainside, and left two lines of tears. There will come a day when the father and mother in their hometown will also turn into two green graves. However, I don't know if those three incense sticks can be inserted on those two green graves in my lifetime......