Mr. Zhu had just caught the hearse. The coffin was carried down from the car, and on one side was a soldier wearing a white flower arm wrapped in a black veil, and on the other side was a young clansman from Bailu Village who was wrapped in a white cloth and wearing a white coat, and carried the coffin from the entrance of the village into the village lane of Bailu Village. In front of the coffin is the low and mournful music of the military band, and behind the coffin is a group of original musicians trumpeting suona melodious and sad sacrificial songs. The soft-hearted and soft-eyed women opened their throats and cried when they saw the black-painted coffin when the car stopped, causing many men to cry too, and the sound shook the village alleys. The coffin entered the mourning shed, and three earth-shattering firebolts burst continuously, and two black and white python paper slowly rose to the high pole and danced in the air against the wind. Representatives from all walks of life in the military and the county government hung up the wreaths that had been prepared for a long time. Nearby villages also sent paper or silk python paper, and the soul of a hero shook the land and sky of the ancient plains. Mr. Zhu walked in the front row behind the coffin accompanied by Bai Jiaxuan, he did not cry or speak, he silently entered the mourning shed, knelt down on the pockets containing broken wheat grass on both sides of the mourning platform, and silently kept a vigil for his students. Bai Jiaxuan persuaded him to do his best and go to the ancestral hall or his house to rest. Mr. Zhu knelt silently. Bai Xiaowu came in and bent down and whispered in his ear: "Uncle, the commander of the horse battalion on the team is waiting for you in the ancestral hall, saying that Zhaohai asked him to bring you something......

When Mr. Zhu entered the ancestral hall, Battalion Commander Ma handed over a tin canned food box to him and said, "Commander Lu asked me to hand it over to you before he died." I never dared to open it. Mr. Zhu turned the iron box in his hand, handed it to Battalion Commander Ma and said, "You pry it open." Battalion Commander Ma picked the lid with his hand and couldn't open it, so he crooked his neck and tried to bite it open with his teeth. Mr. Zhu hurriedly stopped him: "Don't touch it with your mouth - it's too dirty." Battalion Commander Ma was stunned for a moment. Mr. Zhu said: "There was a handful of dead man's hair in there. Battalion Commander Ma blinked and asked, "Sir, do you calculate hexagrams?" Mr. Zhu said: "Before he went up to Zhongtiao Mountain, I asked him for a handful of Japanese hair. Camp Commander Ma widened his eyes in surprise, and then retched. The people in the ancestral hall gathered around to look at the tin box, and the strong man picked up the lid, and there was indeed a pile of hair inside. When he fell to the ground, he found that it was not a handful, but forty-three pinch, each of which was stabbed to death by the waist with a thin wire. The eyes of the crowd widened in unison. Mr. Zhu said, "Zhaohai, I understand, you killed forty-three Japanese robbers. You ......" said and grabbed the arm of the battalion commander Ma and asked, "You and Zhaohai have both gone up to Zhongtiao Mountain, can you say how many compatriots in the Central Plains have been killed by these forty-three beasts?" The battalion commander of the horse cried: "Who can count it......"

An unarranged ritual was proposed by Mr. Zhu to burn forty-three handfuls of the hair of wild beasts in front of the coffin where the coffin had just been placed, in honor of Zhaohai's soul. Word of this shocking event has spread, and people have crowded into the ancestral hall, vying to see if the hair is human hair, or the fur of wolves, insects, tigers and leopards. Many people were discouraged when they saw it, saying that those hairs were exactly the same as the hair of the original master, all black straight hair, but why did they come to China to do evil? The hairs were taken to the site in front of the funeral shed and burned, and a scorching smell spread, causing many people gathered around them to vomit......

Mr. Zhu went to visit Lu Zilin accompanied by Bai Jiaxuan. Lu Zilin cried when he saw Mr. Zhu, his voice was completely hoarse, and he fell softly from the chair to the ground and fell unconscious without crying. Mr. Leng has been waiting by his side, and he has been pricking Lu Zilin and Lu He's who have been in a coma for many times. Mr. Zhu helped Lu Zilin, who had woken up, and said: "One of the best descendants of Bailu Yuan died in battle...... He was raised by you; Don't just be sad, you should be arrogant!"

Mr. Zhu suddenly changed his mind and no longer continued to participate in the memorial activities, and went down to the plains after eating some food at Jiaxuan's house, and returned to Bailu Academy when it was dark. As soon as he returned, he began to sort through the books in the academy's collection, leaving a layer of dust on his hair. Then, the accounts of the property and grain payments of the academy were cleared, including the figures of the rented land of the academy over the years, the expenses of renting grain and the remaining figures, and the funds and expenses allocated by the successive county magistrates for the compilation of the county chronicles. After two days of busy work, he walked out of the academy in the evening when the sun was setting, and turned to the original slope behind the academy alone, which was still the late autumn season when the autumn breeze was bleak and the chrysanthemum was as yellow as gold. Three black planes rumbled over the roof, which were the Japanese planes that flew to Xi'an to drop bombs. Before the Japanese army entered Tongguan, the Japanese planes had already bombed Xi'an from the air. It is said that the 17th Division inflicted heavy losses on the Japanese in Zhongtiao Mountain, and they were able to occupy Beiping but could not enter Xi'an, so they sent planes to retaliate. The initial bombing caused the great exodus of the residents of Xi'an, and the ancient capital suddenly became a place of death, and the city people who kept their ancestral home or had relatives in the countryside fled to the countryside in a hurry, with a spirit of seven points of fear and three points of showmanship, and described the horror of the bomb explosion to the countrymen. Mr. Zhu's wife and sister fled to Bailu Academy with a smell of nitrate, taking only the youngest son and a burden. The cobbler, fearful of being bombed, and disheartened by the leather workshop, agreed to flee together, and when he was about to leave, he sat on the cowhide and could not pull his feet. After just two days of living in the academy, Mr. Zhu discovered all the shortcomings and annoying habits of this woman who looked like his wife: she loved to talk, she loved to show off, she loved to bluff, and what Mr. Zhu could not tolerate was her sense of superiority as an urban person. Mr. Zhu stopped looking at her at noon the next day, turned a blind eye to all her performances, hurriedly finished eating, put down his chopsticks and went to the study in the front yard; He began to suffer in his heart, if this woman lived for half a year and a few months, he would have to be bored to death. My wife and sister also noticed that my brother-in-law's eyebrows, eyes, and face were not harmonious. Zhu Baishi explained to his sister: "You are in your heart. Your brother-in-law is usually the same eyebrow, at most...... That's a one-way tether!" His wife and sister hid in the White Deer Academy, and her cobbler's husband took her back to the city. The city of Xi'an has calmed down from the panic and chaos of the initial bombing, alarms have been installed on the bell tower and the four city gates, sirens have sounded before the hum of airplanes can be heard, people have gone into the air-raid shelters under the city walls, and the spacious houses have completed the work of digging their own tunnels. The cobbler said with sophistication: "Well, there is nothing to be afraid of! People say that the birds on the bell and drum tower are used to being bold, and I can't hear the plane ring for three days, and my ears are still in a panic!"

Mr. Zhu watched the three black planes disappear into the western sky, and thought that the cobbler was probably dragging his wife and children into the hole under the base of the city wall, and suddenly had a vicious idea, the bomb was better dropped on the head of the leatherman, the Chinese!

Mr. Zhu returned to the academy from the original slope, and it was already dark, and the gentlemen who compiled the county chronicles had just returned from mourning Lu Zhaohai, and they were talking impassionedly in the courtyard. Mr. Xu saw Mr. Zhu and said: "Tomorrow is the public memorial day, the commander of the 17th division and the head of the county will come forward, and the person in charge will ask me to bring you a message and ask you to speak at the public memorial meeting tomorrow." Mr. Zhu said, "I'm not going." Mr. Xu was surprised: "What if you don't go?" Mr. Zhu said: "I won't go to the cemetery, I'm going to the battlefield." The old gentlemen all looked at each other in astonishment. Mr. Zhu said quietly: "Paying tribute to the dead will not scare away the Japanese invaders. Such young dolls have died in battle, what am I sorry for this old bone for? Mr. Xu, you will be in charge of the matter when I leave, and the county chronicles still have to be compiled. I have made a list of the various accounts of the college, and I have nothing to explain anymore. Mr. Xu said, "You can explain these procedures to me." I'll go to war with you!" The old gentlemen then asked to go to the battlefield with Mr. Zhu, and each one was more emotionally impassioned and indignant, without hesitation, and regarded death as home. Mr. Zhu's repeated persuasion was useless, and finally persuaded an old gentleman with knee problems and Zhang Xiucai, a doorman, to stay. Mr. Zhu Huo Di stood up from the stone bench: "That's fine!" Let's go to the plains tomorrow to participate in the public memorial meeting, and on behalf of our old people, I will make a declaration against the Japanese invaders. ”

Mr. Zhu's speech became the first of the public sacrifice ceremony, and even completely formed a noisy situation, which also exceeded the impact of his past smoking ban and relief, and the national righteousness of the eight old gentlemen shook Bailuyuan. The "Sanqin Daily" published the next day prominently marked the news entitled "The Declaration of the Eight Gentlemen of Bailuyuan Anti-Japanese War" in a prominent position on the front page, which shook the government and the opposition in the city. Three days later, Shanghai's Wen Wei Po reprinted the news in its entirety, with the title changed to "Guan Xue's Great Confucian Throws Pen from Rong", and its influence expanded to the south. For a time, more than 1,000 science colleagues who responded to Mr. Zhu submitted letters and newspapers to ask for righteousness. Mr. Zhu said to the eight gentlemen: "The newspaper has blocked our back road, and it will be difficult for anyone who wants to regret it!"

Mr. Zhu gave the other seven gentlemen six days off to go back to reunite with their families, arrange family affairs and visit relatives, this trip is undoubtedly equivalent to eternal luck. It was agreed that they would gather at the academy on the evening of the sixth day, and none of the eight people were empty. Except for Mr. Zhu, they were all persuaded by their children, grandchildren, relatives and friends and the township party, and even cried loudly and pulled their arms and legs, but they all broke through the encirclement and rushed to Bailu Academy with their burdens and rolls to report to Mr. Zhu on time. Mr. Zhu greeted every colleague who was able to fulfill the promise and cherished their character more and more. Mr. Zhu specially asked Zhu Baishi to prepare eight bowls of dishes for everyone, and today he also opened a drinking ring, raised his glass and said: "This cup of wine is called 'no return'." "The gentlemen are full of wine, and the poems are flourishing, and they are rushing to recite poems to express their pride. Mr. Zhu left the table and entered the bedroom, took his wife Zhu Baishi by the arm and sat on the table, then poured a full glass of wine, and picked up the wine cup himself: "We haven't drunk wine since we got married." You and I have been sewing and mending for the rest of your life, burning pots and stoves for a lifetime. I am thundering and raining, and my has not been accomplished, and I am empty of your service. I don't whisper in my life, and today I will say the words of my gratitude in front of my colleagues: If you don't dislike me, I will look for you in the next life......" A cloud of shame appeared on Zhu Baishi's gentle cheeks, and tears welled up in his eyes: "I want to give birth to a gentleman in my next life." Mr. Zhu smiled and said, "Then I will give birth to a woman to serve you." The gentlemen laughed and scrambled to toast Zhu Bai's family. Zhu Baishi didn't shirk or twist, drank eight cups of wine in a row, his face flushed, turned his hand and poured wine for all the gentlemen one by one, and quietly raised the wine cup and said, "The eight of you can kill a widow!"

Mr. Zhu returned to the dormitory and said with a sense of relief after drinking: "You just said that greeting is really good!" Before Zhu Baishi could answer, the door curtain suddenly raised, and Lu Zhaopeng stood at the door. Mr. Zhu and Zhu Bai were both stunned: "You...... Zhao Peng?" Lu Zhaopeng sat down and said bluntly: "Sir, I'll tell you ......" Mr. Zhu was very sensitive: "You don't know anything." I'll leave in the middle of the night, and I can't take care of what you say, and I can't help. Lu Zhaopeng raised his face: "Give me two buns, I'm hungry." Zhu Baishi took the buns and vegetables, and held a pot of wine: "You are lucky Zhaopeng, just in time to drink a cup." Lu Zhaopeng ate a soft bun in three or five bites, and said to Mr. Zhu: "Sir, you have gone!"

"You just have to eat the bun!" Mr. Zhu said.

"Sir! It's not that I persuade you, it's our party that sent me to persuade you, out of respect and love for your husband. ”

"I'm still me. I only do what I want. I don't touch this party or that party. You also interfere with me. ”

Lu Zhaopeng heard that Mr. Zhu's tone was very hard, and continued to eat steamed buns, eat vegetables and drink, and said in a slow tone: "Sir, your declaration is really earth-shaking. But it's also a sad thing. Chairman Chiang had several million well-armed troops, and instead of fighting Japan and fighting a civil war, he called eight old gentlemen......"

"The widows have been killed to the mouth of the nest, and they are still biting in the nest!" Mr. Zhu laughed and said, "It's Chinese, if you bite outside the nest, whoever can bite the widow to death will ......."

"Sir, you have to tell who's biting whom?" Lu Zhaopeng defended, "He bit us so much that we couldn't get out of the nest, and he wanted to bite us all to death in the nest, which is simply ......."

"Sensei said Zhaopeng. I can see that whoever bites and who doesn't take anything!" Mr. Zhu said, "Bite it, bite it!" I touched and died on the barrel of the cannon, and I also told the Wukou to see if there were still Chinese who wanted to bite them!"

Lu Zhaopeng pursed his mouth to stop arguing, and changed the topic when he raised his head: "Sir, where are you going to fight Japan?" You have to be on the team, right?"

Mr. Zhu said: "Go to Zhongtiao Mountain to invest in the 17th Division. ”

"Sir-" Lu Zhaopeng slowly stood up and said, "The 17th Division has already evacuated Zhongtiao Mountain and returned to Tongguan......

"Who said that?" Mr. Zhu asked in surprise, "What are you doing when you withdraw to Tongguan?" Where did you evacuate?"

"Evacuate to Weibei." Lu Zhaopeng also laughed and said, "According to Mr. 's words, it's a bite in the nest!" We call it fighting a civil war. Chiang personally ordered the withdrawal of the 17th Division to attack the Red Army in Northern Shaanxi ......"

"You...... Is that true?" Mr. Zhu was suspicious, "Zhaohai's body has just been moved back from Zhongtiao Mountain......

"Zhaohai...... It wasn't the Japanese who killed him, it was he who invaded the border area and killed the Red Army!" Lu Zhaopeng frowned painfully, "However, this news has not been confirmed......

"Don't say anything that hasn't been confirmed." Mr. Zhu was a little angry, "Zhaohai is your own brother, I don't like to hear you say this kind of thing." Mr. Zhu said as he stood up and walked to the door, turned around and said, "I don't believe your words." I don't believe what you say about Zhaohai. I haven't heard of the withdrawal of the 17th Division. With that, he left Zhaopeng and walked out of the house. The abrupt behavior of her husband brushing his sleeves away made Zhu Bai embarrassed. Lu Zhaopeng did not look embarrassed, but comforted Zhu Bai's and left without staying any longer.

Mr. Zhu and his entourage of eight walked out of the gate of Bailu Academy when the rooster crowed, and turned around on the flat field in front of the door, bent down to bow three turns in the face of the swarthy Bailuyuan, and then silently walked down the original slope. They waded through the water under the starlight, climbed up the North Ridge, and reached the summit of the North Ridge just in time for a rare hour, when a trembling ball of lava-like fireball emerged from the distant earth, and the red-orange flames melted the earth and the sky into one. Walking along the mountain road to the bottom of the ridge, there is the magnificent Weihe Plain, a lock of wide or narrow ridges and acres are connected vertically and horizontally, spreading, and the endless wheat seedlings are shy and tender green in the gentle morning light. Eight old gentlemen in long robes and short coats stepped through the fields and villages of the Guanzhong Plain step by step, and finally arrived at the Weihe ferry at dusk.

Ferries have been discontinued. Mr. Zhu led the seven old gentlemen to beg the boatman to untie the cable, and he could ferry once when it was completely dark. The shipman kept his head and didn't even look at them, and after being pestered for a long time, he coldly said a sentence: "This is a military order." You beg me not to use it, you go and beg the boss!" At this moment, three soldiers approached and interrogated them in a fierce voice. Mr. Zhu looked at them and smiled and said, "The little brothers are all very energetic!" It's a pity to play crooked on the old men, but it's a pity for the little brothers. If you have this spirit, you can play crooked outside Tongguan, and it is the true spirit to be crooked there......" The three soldiers pulled the bolt of their guns with a bang, confronted the eight old gentlemen, and then pushed and shoved them into a grass hut. Mr. Zhu smiled at his colleagues and said, "Good! Before we crossed the Wei River, we were taken prisoner in our own nest. Then he turned his head and asked a soldier, "Do you want us to raise our hands?"

Eight old gentlemen, literally with their hands raised, were escorted by three soldiers to a straw-roofed house, which was probably where the ferrymen boiled water to cook and sleep. An officer stood up in the room, and it turned out to be the horse battalion commander who was escorting Lu Zhaohai's coffin. When Mr. Zhu saw it, he teased and said, "Look at the posture of the old man raising his hand in surrender, right?" The battalion commander glared at the three soldiers and scolded: "Are you blind?" Hurriedly helped Mr. Zhu to sit on a wooden bench in the room, and then said openly: "Mr. Zhu and your gentlemen's declaration of resistance against Japanese aggression has been seen by our division commander, and I have been sent here to wait for Mr. Zhu." The division commander ordered: Mr. must not be let go across the river. The reason is clear...... "Mr. Zhu and his colleagues shouted together. The battalion commander was unmoved: "It's useless for the gentleman to tell me anything, I have to carry out the order of the division commander." You will go to Wuli Town tonight to rest, and tomorrow I will ask the teacher again. "The gentlemen are still yelling. Battalion Commander Ma said: "I still have military affairs, so I can't accompany you." I'll send soldiers to send you to the town......" Mr. Zhu didn't say a word, and took the lead out of the thatched hut. The eight gentlemen also came out indignantly. Mr. Zhu said, "I must cross the river tomorrow morning. I don't care whose orders it is. You let your soldiers beat me to death in the Wei River. He sat down on the beach: "Let's sit here and wait for the dawn!" The eight gentlemen threw down their backpacks and sat down as if demonstratively. Battalion Commander Ma said: "There can be no idle people here. I'm executing orders. Guys go to town!" Mr. Zhu asked, "Didn't you say that you would wait for me?" It seems that this statement is false. The battalion commander said, "Don't ask too much, go to the town quickly." ”