There are not many people who know how to light the sky lantern, this advanced art, so the firing squad is composed of a group of amateur players who volunteered, they are from the pig killing shop and the wick workshop, don't look at it, they are all coarse people who don't know a big word, but the working people's spirit of scientific exploration is worthy of respect, after a simple discussion, several gentlemen decided to open a rice-shaped hole in Songshou's big belly, and inserted eight thick special wicks on the fat to speed up the burning, in order to fear that Songshou would die of hemorrhage when he was under the knife, and also borrowed a little hemostatic medicine from the knife Liu.

When the knife was really made, everyone was still taken aback, Songshou had rough skin and thick meat, and the fat on his stomach was extremely thick, and he couldn't see blood at all when he went down with a knife, and Zhang Butcher praised: "Songshou, this dog thief has a lot of fat, if it can be used to refine meat oil, it is enough for a small family to eat for a year." Songshou didn't think so, and with the title of Baturu, he couldn't help but cry out in pain: "You are waiting for the arrival of the Qing Iron Cavalry, and everyone in the city will be buried with Lao Tzu!" When you arrive at the Netherworld, Lao Tzu still enslaves you Han dogs.1" Of course, the intimidation can only become a laughing stock for people, and the butcher Zhang said with a smile: "Your Excellency, you are about to turn into a wisp of light smoke and fly, how can you go down to the Netherworld?" I'm afraid it will take a few days for such a thick fat to burn, you scold slowly. After the vigorous massage of the butchers, Matsushou's fat softened a little, and then treated it with a hot soldering iron, and the fat became a semi-liquid state, which was convenient for supplying oil to the eight wicks inserted on it, and after the eight thumb-thick wicks were lit, the entrance to the vegetable market at dusk became bright, and the cheers of the people resounded in the sky along with Matsushou's screams.

Lighting the sky lantern is a long process, except for some people who are interested in continuing to appreciate, others began to prepare for today's dinner, on weekdays, get some porridge that can see the shadow of people, drink water, and be full of foolishness, but today is different, today Jinan City has come to the distinguished guests, the bold Shandong people have just distributed the rice noodles today into steamed rice, the rooster that reported the dawn, the hen that laid eggs, and even the dog in the courtyard have been slaughtered and made into dishes, and they have been sent to the barracks in crockpots and baskets to condolences.

At night, Jinan City staged a touching story of the military and civilians, fish and water, all the residents saw the soldiers, they went to their homes, all the restaurants were open to the soldiers for free, and all the brothels of the Qinglou were also open to the men with Han hairbuns, and those unmarried arrogant girls were even more eyebrow-raising with the handsome soldiers, and they couldn't wait to marry the military family members immediately, and for the first time in their lives, they were treated as heroes. The hatred of the country and the family is on the lips, as if they are not here to ransack Jinan Mansion, but really to be the liberator.

In Liu Dashuai's temporary mansion, the military advisor Li Yanzheng shouted angrily in front of Liu Ziguang: "The general said that he would leave after robbing the treasury, why do you get so many things out, our time is limited!" ”

"Don't be in a hurry, it's not too late to leave after these things are done, and the Jinan Treasury only scraped out 200,000 taels of silver, I don't see any oil and water in Qingzhou Mansion, let's not go, stay in Jinan, let the soldiers rest for two days, you see how happy the brothers are." Liu Ziguang said unhurriedly.

"Now happy, it's too late to cry in two more days, as soon as the reinforcements from Texas and Qingzhou arrive, we will be in trouble, and the Qing army on the Tai'an side, in case Dorgon's tens of thousands of soldiers and horses retreat, our thousands of people can't hold Jinan City." Li Yan is going crazy, the surprise attack that was supposed to be good has become a regular station, and this master really regards himself as the king of the imperial court.

"Strategist, don't be in a hurry, take a sip of tea, lower the fire, let's do good things to the end, a few things at hand need to be done by me, a handsome, and leave when you finish." Liu Ziguang still recognizes the kindness of the military advisor, but now he can't wipe off his face, leaving the people of Jinan and running away.

Li Yangang wanted to say something more, and the soldiers outside came to report: "The mourning hall for the general to worship the former superintendent Sun and other martyrs has been arranged, and the fathers and elders respectfully ask the general to move." According to the drawings left by the tangerine leatherman, people dug up Sun Chengzong's head under a willow tree on the shore of Daming Lake, and put it in a nanmu coffin and placed it on the mourning hall

On both sides of the word "lay" is a couplet written by Liu Dashuai himself

"Loyalty and righteousness" is on the side

"Forever" is above

"Zhuangzai" brush words, dragon flying phoenix dance, strong and strong, only insiders know that it was ghostwritten by military advisor Li Yan.

Inspector Sun's agarwood tablet reads

"Daming Wenzheng Gongtaishi Wenyuange University Scholar Shandong Governor Sun Chengzong's position". On both sides, there were eight halberd guards with a height of eight feet, wearing armor, linen and filial piety, and the whole mourning hall did not know how much white cloth and white linen and white paper were used, and it looked very solemn in silver.

Hundreds of large white candles with thick arms lit the mourning hall as if it were daylight. The representatives of the workers, peasants and gentry of Jinan all wore linen and filial piety to incense Inspector Sun, and the first pillar of incense was of course to be brought by Liu Dashuai, only to see that he had taken off his red robe, changed into plain clothes, wrapped a linen silk around his waist, and came to the hall with solemn steps, lit three incense sticks, came to Inspector Sun's spirit, and knelt in front of the robe.

"Old Sun, you are a national hero, you are the backbone of the Han people, I kowtow to you." Liu Ziguang silently read and respectfully bowed nine times, then put the incense in the incense burner, turned around and said: "Today, Ben Shuai can be the first pillar of incense for Inspector Sun, it is a great honor, the first three bows of the nine bows are for today's saints, the middle three bows are for the court officials and generals in the army, and the last three bows are worshiped by Ben Shuai himself." A sound of sorrow sounded, and the court and the saint have not forgotten Inspector Sun, and today can finally let this great hero have a beautiful funeral.

This is all thanks to Liu Dashuai. After Liu Ziguang finished worshipping, Sun Chengzong moved to the spiritual seat next to him, and this tablet reads

"The position of Chen Jiahui, the left forward of the left forward of Daming Mountain, the eight hundred martyrs of thousands of households". The title of Qianhu was added to him by Liu Ziguang without authorization, and it must be reported to Yuan Chonghuan in the future, so there must be nothing wrong with it.

It is said that Chen Jiahui died with a smile on his face, and the ten fingers of his hands were inserted into the flesh of Songshou very deeply, and he finally exchanged his heroic actions for belated honor, and was able to use his real name and the title of 800 martyrs to accept the people's worship, and the spiritual seat was next to Inspector Sun.

Liu Ziguang still kowtowed three times in front of Chen Jiahui's spirit, although Chen Jiahui was just a leather craftsman with a broken leg, although he was only a humble former Ming army general, but he felt that such an identity was completely worthy of his so-called handsome three worships, if there were no people like Sun Chengzong and Chen Jiahui, then the Han nation would be finished, and Chinese civilization would be over.

After the handsome worship, the generals and the representatives of the people began to offer incense in turn, and Li Yan couldn't help but wonder a little, could this Liu Dashuai want to take this opportunity to invite people's hearts?

Could it be that his ambitions are far greater than he expected? The next day, he was still in the vegetable market, and Sun Zhiqi was already half-dead, and the former prefect was forced to feed some porridge last night to maintain his life, in order to carry out the two thousand four hundred knives behind him, if he cut the dead, there would be nothing to look at, the knife Liu lived up to expectations, and continued to use the mysterious knife technique to cut Sun Zhiqi's two thighs into a bone frame, but Sun Zhiqi, whose large blood vessels were sealed, still did not dieCan occasionally let out one or two mournful sounds.

The contrast is that the wick on Matsushou's belly burns even more vigorously, and the governor who has seen himself become an oil lamp howls hoarsely, this pain comes more from the deep fear in his heart, and what is more terrible than watching his life turn into smoke little by little.

The third day is the day of Sun Chengzong and Chen Jiahui's funeral, Jinan City has a spring rain in due time, the light rain and the paper money of white flowers are floating together in the sad city, the people are whimpering, the whole city with filial piety, Sun Chengzong's coffin with a carriage pulling the steam cannon, Liu Dashuai and his subordinates will support the coffin, walk on the wet stone road, under the escort of the people of Quancheng, the coffin of the two sentences is carried to a piece of feng shui on the shore of Daming LakeTreasure land, this is the location specially chosen by Mr. Yin and Yang, which is not only beautiful and beautiful, but also can defend the north gate of Jinan, which is very close to the place where the hundred and eight martyrs were martyred.

The stele is very high, the cemetery is very large, it is the whole city's stonemasons and plasterers who rushed to complete the work overnight, Chen Jiahui was buried next to the tomb of Sun Chengzong, the inscription on the two tombstones is still from the handwriting of Liu Dashuai (Li Yan), the words are specially gilded to highlight the respect of the tomb owner, the paper horse, the paper man, the wreath is full of Daming Lake, and the people who wear linen and wear filial piety are countless.

Next to Sun Chengzong's cemetery is the 800 martyrs cemetery under construction, which is also the project proposed by Liu Ziguang, the project is huge, and it is only in its infancy for the time being, but the scale has been seen, it is said that it covers an area of 800 acres, and the stele is eight zhang high, and such a majestic plan can only be thought up by a person as bold as Liu Dashuai.

Sun Chengzong finally got the rich burial he deserved ten years later, this kind of funeral scene of all the people moved every iron guard and soldier of the death camp present, if you can die like this, then what is there to regret in life, Sun Chengzong may not be easy to compare, but the eight hundred martyrs can always compare, in order to defend the people, sacrifice, such a way of death is heavier than Mount Tai, for the robbery of weapons to fight to death, such a way of death is as light as a feather, this is the original words of the handsome, it is worth playing and pondering.

"Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of loyalty, why bother to return the body of the horse leather", this is the last sentence of Liu Ziguang's preface to the tomb, these two irrelevant ancient poems were forced together by Liu Dashuai, but it also seems to be full of appropriateness, the soldiers who have been instilled with patriotic education and national ideas seem to have been brainwashed, and they can't wait for an eyeless Tartar to hit them immediately, so that they can also live a hero's addiction.

Their idea was soon realized, and the scouts sent out to reconnoiter flew to report that tens of thousands of troops had been pressed by Tai'an, and there were also thousands of men and horses moving towards Jinan in the direction of Qingzhou, and if they did not slip away quickly, a big battle would be inevitable.