After Luo Jinming pulled his neck and sighed, there was a middle-aged person in the room who came out in clothes, and when he saw that it was Luo Jinming through the fence wall, his brows immediately furrowed, "Why are you again, didn't my father say he didn't know?" ”。

"This is Huang Zhonghua, the son of Huang Lao......" Luo Jinming turned around and said, "It's not me...... Not me...... It's these people," Luo Jinming pointed behind him, "These people have come to apologize!" ”

"Apologize?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Guozhong's father and son and Captain Lu, not like a bad person, "What are you sorry for?" ”

"That's right, I'm the captain of the archaeological team, your father persuaded me a few days ago, I didn't listen, and now something is really wrong, so I'm here to apologize to the old man...... I...... I'm here on behalf of zhèng fǔ! "Captain Lu is quite good at talking.

"Come in!" As soon as he heard the two sons, the middle-aged man's face saw a little light, "Dad! zhèng fǔ sent someone over! (Dialect)"

To tell the truth, although it has been reform and opening up for many years, Mr. Huang's family really doesn't look like a modern family, except for a fourteen-inch small color TV, the only household appliance is an electric fan, ragged everywhere, even the bowl for eating has a hole, as soon as he enters the house, Zhang Guozhong will inevitably feel sad for a while, how much is it an old revolutionary, people don't stretch out their own hands, won't the local government take the initiative......?

As soon as he saw Captain Lu, the old man's face immediately sank, and he sat on the kang and twisted his head without saying a word.

"Old man Huang......" Captain Lu didn't know what to say, "Hey...... I had mixed eyes that day, and I couldn't help it...... I attach great importance to your persuasion, but I can't help it when I have a task, and I hope you can always be considerate......"

"Humph!" The old man snorted vigorously. After a lot of chatter, Luo Jinming finally understood why Captain Lu said that he didn't understand at that time, because he didn't understand it either......

"My father said that if you don't listen to the old man, you will be flustered!" Huang Zhonghua translated.

"Huh? Oh yes! Be! I know right now! The old man is right! Captain Lu smiled, but Old Man Huang still didn't say a word, smoking a cigarette cross-legged and looking out of the window.

"Old man! I hear you. There used to be a dojo here! I would like to ask you about the situation! Zhang Guozhong asked softly. I am the descendant of these Taoists! ”

When Zhang Guozhong said this, not only Huang Lao, but even Luo Jinming and Captain Lu were stunned.

"Look, isn't this the Taoist who came here back then?" Zhang Guozhong secretly rejoiced, fortunately, the photo of the old man Ma who arrived from Qianyuanguan was still with him.

After taking the photo, Huang Lao finally saw a smile on his face. Nodding slightly, he muttered.

"My dad said that the Taoist chief in the middle has the two on the right, and the three on the left are not!" Huang Zhonghua translated.

"Oh? Are you convinced? Zhang Guozhong frowned, the photo was no one else, it was a group photo of Old Man Ma and his five disciples. According to the records of Qianyuanguan, this photo was taken in 1935 by the Englishman Li Fucai, according to the master of that year, when the old man Ma left Qianyuanguan, he took five apprentices, and the two apprentices on the right of Huang Lao pointed to were the fourth apprentice Liu Zhenyu and the little apprentice Dai Zhenyun.

My dad said that he remembered it very well: "He said that there was an old man. You don't have ...... in this photo" Huang Lao sighed and opened the conversation with a grunt, and Huang Zhonghua acted as a simultaneous translator......

In May 1940, the Battle of Zaoyi began, and the Rì Army gathered the 3rd, 13th, 39th Divisions, the 6th and 40th Divisions, and the 18th Brigade, a total of more than 80 brigades (a brigade of the Rì Army, equivalent to a division at that time), under the command of Kazuichiro Sonobe, commander of the 11th Army, launched a fierce attack on the [**] Fifth Theater of Operations, in an attempt to encircle and annihilate the main force of the Fifth Theater in the Zaoyang and Yichang areas. In the end, our army cut off the transportation lines of Dangyang and Jingmen, and became a turtle in the urn (although the rì army did not achieve its goal in the end, the losses were far greater than expected, and General Zhang Zizhong, the commander-in-chief of the Kuomintang 33rd Group Army, was also martyred here).

Huang Zongzhi was the deputy leader of the Huangjiawan guerrilla force at that time, and the entire guerrilla force consisted of 37 people, including two female comrades who were specially responsible for liaison with the underground party committee.

Later, due to the fall of Yichang and the death of the liaison officer, the guerrillas' contact with the underground party was interrupted for a time, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, the captain Chen Jian led the guerrillas to get in touch with the Kuomintang 18th Army, and began to cooperate with the 18th Army to carry out resistance to the third division of the Rì Army. Later, Captain Chen Jian made a bet with a regiment commander surnamed Wang of the 199th Division of the 18th National Army that if the guerrillas could take the arsenal set up in Yichang County within three days, they would assign a big task to the guerrillas, and if they could not do it within three days, the guerrillas would have to give the 199th Division a year's miscellaneous. The security is quite tight, and people start patrolling day and night 300 meters away from the arsenal, let alone five days, even if there are fifty days to dig tunnels, they can't dig it^

also catch up with the guerrillas, just when there are still two days to reach the deadline, the second group army of the National Development Party killed, rì himself in Yichang is not a lot of troops left behind, so those who patrol 300 meters away are all transferred to the front line, the arsenal is only about two squads (the rì army squad is about forty people), except for the shift rest, there are more than 30 people standing guard, 1 to 1 hard work is rich, this can make the captain Chen Jianle bad, On the last night, he took all the horses and raided the arsenal. Before detonating the explosives, a lot of Type 94 pistols and grenades were seized, and the entire guerrilla force not only did not hurt a single person, but instead used fashionable equipment.

The arsenal was bombed. The 18th Army and the Third Army issued commendation orders, but they didn't know who to commend, and all the divisions and regiments under the jurisdiction of the legion didn't know who blew up Rì's arsenal, and in the end, it was this Wang Regiment Commander who reported to the headquarters. Only then did the high-ranking generals know that there was such a brave and warlike guerrilla force active behind enemy lines.

This thing later. The command headquarters had no choice but to look at this guerrilla force with great admiration, and gradually began to delegate to the guerrillas some tasks that were more difficult than those of the front-line battles, such as bombing warehouses and burning company camps, until the battle of Zaoyi was over and the guerrillas regained contact with the underground party. Towards the end of the Battle of Zaoyi, the guerrillas received such a task. It is to cooperate with the sappers to secretly build two Dharma platforms....

"Fatai?" Zhang Guozhong frowned.

"Yes, Fatai..... Huang Laohan nodded vigorously, but he could understand these two words.

According to Huang Zongzhi's recollections, it was not a Kuomintang general who gave the task at that time, but a strange person. The so-called strangeness is not the appearance or demeanor, but the age is very strange, it is said that he was born in 1903, and it stands to reason that he is in his 30s, but how do you look like he is almost sixty, for a small guerrilla, this person is actually the Kuomintang Fifth Theater Commander Li Zongren's handwritten order: the dispatch order of your unit to accept full dispatch. Those who see this order, such as seeing Delin (Li Zongren, the word Delin). Underneath is a bright red stamp. It seems that this handwritten order is like the ancient Shang Fang sword, as long as it is Li Zongren's subordinates, it is valid for anyone, and as for this mysterious holder, it was personally introduced by the head of the Wang regiment at that time.

At that time, Yichang City had been captured, and the guerrilla team headquarters was located in the enemy-occupied area, so everything was quite risky, in order to hide people's eyes, the construction of the Jiangnan Fatai was disguised as a folk ceremony, and the guerrillas organized hundreds of ordinary people to do cover, and the Fatai in Jiangbei because it was relatively close to the devil's land patrol point, so it was simply dug underground, all the work was done secretly at night, there were four brothers in the guerrillas, the ancestral stonemason craftsmanship of the family, and all the bricks of the Fatai were chiseled by the four brothers. It is said that the pattern is chiseled out according to the picture of the Taoist master, the two Dharma platforms in the south and north of the Yangtze River are a total of 360 stone bricks, which were chiseled for three days and three nights, because of the urgency of time, the four brothers were tired to death, and the stone pillar that built the Dharma platform was packed in the coffin (there was indeed a dead person in the coffin, and the pillar was under the dead man) was transported from other places, and it is not known where it came from.

"On the night of the spell, the wind and clouds were raging, and the river flowed backwards! Huang Zhonghua was sweating while translating, and he didn't even believe it, "Throwing a tree branch into the river will spin in place!" ”

In Huang Laohan's memory, one night, except for the guerrillas, all the villagers were warned not to go out, and the guerrillas were responsible for guarding the platform together with a small detachment of Kuomintang scouts in civilian clothes.

"I once had a relationship with the Taoist chief in the photo, and I wanted to ask them what they wanted to do, although everyone was superstitious at that time, they also knew the priorities, and the devils had all hit the doorstep, and there was money for the Dharma cultivation platform, so why don't I buy a few machine guns to fight the devils!" Although Huang Laohan is not young and vague, his thinking is very clear, "Dao Ye told me, "There is no quiet place in the world, no worries, it is to be quiet, but the world has been robbed, the common people are ruined, and there is no evil in death?" "I didn't understand it at the time, so I found someone to write it down, and I wanted to wait until the Taoist master finished doing the Fa and asked him well, but as a result...."Speaking of this, Huang Laohan was in tears and couldn't say a word.

"How's it going...?" Zhang Guozhong can't wait.

"I'm in charge of Jiangbei, according to the Taoist master, no matter what happens, don't go in, we have been guarding the door for three days, and then I felt that something was really wrong, so I went in and found that the Taoist he... He has already bled to death..."Huang Zhonghua wiped his father's tears while translating, "Later, we sent someone back to report the news, only to find out that the Taoist master over there also donated his body, but he died while sitting. It was also the seven orifices that bleed, because of the Taiping point in the south, the villagers buried the Taoist master with the Dharma platform. The death of this Dao Master in the north is so miserable that we can only secretly transport the body of the Dao Master to Jiangnan for reburial..."

"Do you know what they're doing this?" Zhang Guozhong's eyes also flushed with a hint of ruddy.

"Later, I learned that on the night of the Taoist practice, the little devil had a batch of reinforcements with weapons** (can't see clearly) to be transported to Yichang by water. Dao Ye risked his life to overturn the little devil's boat! Huang Laohan sighed with tears in his eyes. I knew that this was the case, and I had to give Dao Ye a good coffin when I sold the house! It's weird, I'm going back to find the place where the order was given, I'm already gone, and I don't even know what the names of the two Taoist masters are...! ”

"It seems that there is indeed a record of this!" Captain Lu said, "When the Battle of Zaoyi is about to end, a rì transport fleet will be wiped out on the Yangtze River!" The strength of several brigades and thousands of tons of weapons, ammunition and strategic materials were lost, which made the Wuhan army also weakened, and it was difficult to organize large-scale reinforcements, at that time, the land communication lines of Dangyang and Jingmen had been cut off, and the rì army entrenched in Yichang was in a dilemma. So they were going to be given to Yichang by water from Wuhan, when the Kuomintang's river defense force was already very weak, and if it weren't for the fact that this convoy was sunk by a storm halfway, the whole campaign would probably continue to drag on because of this! If the Rì Army takes advantage of this time to adjust its deployment and open up land transportation routes, the main force of the entire Fifth Theater is likely to be dragged down! ”

"By the way, young man, who are you from that Dao Master!" Huang Laohan asked Zhang Guozhong.

"Hey!" Zhang Guozhong's eyes were ruddy, "He is my uncle...!" That's right, Huang Lao. Can you take me to the grave of that Taoist master? ”

"It's been a long time! I remember that the grave was by the river at that time, and I went there every year, and then one year I went, and found that it had been changed to digging sand, and let the digging boat dig it! ”

"Huh? Dig up the sand!? So say..."Zhang Guozhong and Luo Jinming had the same pair of eyes, "Could it be that the bones in the hotel... It's the old man!? ”

......

Before leaving, Zhang Guozhong called Huang Zhonghua to the courtyard, reached out and took out 5,000 yuan from his bag and handed it over.

"Brother Zhang, you ..... What is this for? Huang Zhonghua piled back Zhang Guozhong's money.

"Brother Huang, don't get me wrong, this is the money I gave to the old man, the old man goes to pay tribute to my uncle every year, and I have nothing to honor his old man, so I brought so much today! I'll definitely come to the door again another day to say thank you! ”

"Alas!" Huang Zhonghua hesitated, but still accepted the money, "Actually, people come every year, give money and things, my father said that he didn't want anything, said that he couldn't cause trouble to the country, and there were fewer fish in the river in the past two years... By the way, Brother Zhang, those Daoists... What is your name? ”

"This..."Zhang Guozhong hesitated, "The surname is Ma, and the word is Sijia... Ma Sijia!

"That's right! Right! Definitely don't dig it, how to dig it and bury it back for me! Captain Lu was holding Zhang Guozhong's mobile phone next to him and shouted vigorously, "Report? I don't care about that, the reason is that you make it up yourself, what is not worth excavating, what is not a monument, you make it up yourself! Right! Tell Director Mu that if you want to dig it and let him dig it himself, just say what I said..."

......

As soon as he went out, the first thing Zhang Guozhong did was to call Manager Qi of the Yingzun Hotel and ask how the wall with human bones was handled.

"The eagle (thrown) into the river!" Manager Qi replied very simply.

"Throw... Throw it into the river!? Zhang Guozhong regretted why he told him the method of throwing it into the river, if he buried it, he could still find someone to dig it up, where to find it if he threw it into the river. is worthy of Wang Zihao's subordinates, how to save trouble and how to come...

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, I'm standing in the middle of the Yangtze River Bridge! Guarantee that the department is thrown to the latest (deep) place, and it is absolutely impossible for the department to have silver fished...! "This Manager Qi is quite confident, Zhang Guozhong is about to cry on the phone...

Early in the morning, Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge.

"Yicheng, you recite a few poems describing the Yangtze River for me!"

"The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March! The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. Zhang Yicheng stood by the river, raised his hand and let go of the harrier in his hand, in the blue sky, the harrier spread its wings and soared, chirping at the river.

"Do you know who wrote it?" Looking at the surging river, Zhang Guozhong smiled at Zhang Yicheng.

"Li Bai, what's wrong with you, Dad?"

"I'll teach you another song, listen to it..."Zhang Guozhong didn't pay attention to his son's question, but chanted a poem by himself, "The green mountains are difficult to stop the floods, and the only way to cast the causeway with flesh and blood." It is difficult to recover my life under the three thrones, and the common people have to comfort my body..."

"Hey, Dad, who wrote this? Is this a poem about the Yangtze River? At this time, the harrier flew back and fell into Zhang Yicheng's hands.

"Yicheng, do you know what a hero is," Zhang Guozhong said.

"Dad, what do you mean by that?"

"You'll understand when you're older"... Zhang Guozhong looked at the rolling river under his feet, pulled Zhang Yicheng and walked towards Hankou....

This is China, which may be occupied, but can never be conquered.