On the third day of the first month of the first month of the year of Jiachen, on the day when the two surnames of the Nalan family and the An family got married, An Xien openly made rebellious remarks, made a lot of nonsense, divided the friendship between the Qing Dynasty and friends, and instigated the people to rebel. Fortunately, the members of the Japanese patrol who arrived later were killed by the order of Captain Watanabe.

Then the rioters rioted, which was immediately suppressed. During the clashes, one Japanese soldier was wounded, 21 rioters were killed, and three were trampled to death in panic. The rest of the rioters fled the scene. Most of the people are ignorant and bewitched by An Xien's gossip, and they will not be held accountable.

——This is the official government's explanation of everything that happened on the square in front of the Drum Tower on the third day of the first lunar month. It's as if An Xi'en is not the daughter of An Zhifu, or the daughter-in-law of their Nalan family, and no one even collects An Xi'en's body.

An Jien's body was stopped in the cold and heavy snow for three days. And the people of Changtu Mansion were also very secretive about this matter, as if the outrage of the crowd that day had never happened, and the corpse did not exist in the place where this person came and went, and everything was as usual. In the end, it was the Japanese who dragged the body away and demolished the platform that should have been demolished a long time ago.

As for where Ann's body went and what happened to it, no one knows, and no one cares. The prefect's yamen and the Guogong Mansion received red, and they did not hang white anymore, but they still hung new lanterns in the new couplet blessing characters in the first month. The porridge shop that had promised a thousand stones of grain was also gone, and naturally no one dared to mention it.

Only when there are beggars in the snow and occasionally pick out a piece of sorghum syrup wrapped in glutinous rice paper can it be proved that the excitement of that day really existed, and that strong woman was also real and alive.

Huzi felt that he would never forget the scene in his life.

At that moment, the delicate girl actually made him feel tall and majestic, as if she was the idol on the altar and the wedding dress was her magic robe. The piercing gunshot was the golden gong drum when she became a god, and the blood flowers on the red jacket skirt bloomed the girl's soul, the body fell, the soul was still majestic, and the heroic spirit even made the tiger breathless.

The moment he watched this peony bloom in the most beautiful color in the panicked crowd, Huzi finally realized his shallowness and ignorance. He always thought that heroes should be generals who charge into battle, and take the heads of enemy generals in millions of enemy troops; It should be a righteous man who cheers and greets everyone when he travels; It should be a heroic man who fights swords and rivers and lakes, is happy to take revenge, robs the rich and helps the poor.

But if you have to give the fallen An Jien a name, then it should be a hero - a heroine. She didn't do anything great, she didn't have the ability to turn the tide, and even what she did smelled of "stupidity", but her struggle could not be ignored. She's a hero, there's no denying that.

"If the world is full of stupid people like An Jien, my China will definitely stand tall among the countries of the world, and the atmosphere of all countries will come." Nalan Lang commented on Ann Jien.

Nalan Lang asked Huzi for a matter and buried An Xien. He knew that there were always some strange methods in the ghost family, and it should not be difficult to find An Jien's body. This matter can be regarded as a favor that Nalan Lang owes to the ghost family.

It is not difficult to find it, but the Japanese threw Ann's body not far from the mass grave outside the city. The Japanese threw it on the front foot, and in less than half an hour, the paper puppet found a place. But what kind of monument should be erected?

It is definitely not possible to write her name and surname on the stele, and she will inevitably be picked up. Don't write ...... This is not an ownerless lonely grave, she has a name and a surname. Finally discussed with Mr. Peng, Huzi asked a stonemason to buy a tablet with no words on the front and erected it on the grave. On the reverse side is engraved the "Tomb of the Heroine and the Heroine".

No matter how much there is, it is beyond the reach of Huzi.

On the day the monument was erected, it snowed heavily, just like on the night of the third day of the first lunar month. There was no wind, but the snowflakes the size of goose feathers were falling one by one, as if heaven and earth were filial piety to An Xien.

The snow is so heavy that the mountain is closed, and there is still a road up and down the mountain between the Sun Mountain Temple and the Sun Mountain Village, but Li Lintang can no longer go into the mountain to hunt. With such a big snowfall, it is paved with a patch, and I don't know the depth of the next step, it will be fatal.

Although Li Lintang is not an old hunter, he has also heard the hunters in the village talk about it, and he knows that when he comes back from hunting more wild animals in winter, he will bury them in the snow in his yard until the beginning of spring, at least he has to eat.

It is said that craftsmen do not die of hunger in famine years, and those who have the ability will have something to eat at any time. You have art in your hand and don't panic, after all, you don't rely on the sky to eat. But even so, the life of the ghost family is getting harder and harder. It's not just the ghost family, but the ordinary people are not having a good time. Just because there is no food. The price of sorghum bud rice and white noodles has doubled, and most of them are still unavailable. There is no spring in Kanto, and from winter to summer, it is nothing more than a matter of a few strong winds. This means that the winters in Kanto are particularly long.

In the winter, there is a lack of food, and it kills. Ordinary peasant families have paid enough imperial grain and national taxes, and have given enough rent to the landlords, and the remaining surplus grain can survive the winter. Those who don't work in agriculture are really miserable. The money you usually earn is useless at this time, and you can't buy food even if you have money.

Stick noodles and bran can still be bought, and sweet potatoes are still abundant, although they are ridiculously expensive, they are barely enough to live. It is said that there are those who are individually poor and have begun to eat Guanyin soil.

Guanyin soil, steamed is a yellowish color, which looks like a big steamed bun. There is another way to eat, which is to knead into small balls, put them in plain water and boil, sprinkle them with salt when they are about to come out of the pot, the taste is still very good, and the taste is like meatballs boiled from glutinous rice flour.

But if there is a little way to live, a person will not eat it. But I was so hungry that my eyes were green, and my mouth was like glutinous rice noodles when I ate it, and no one cared about it so much.

Although this thing can be used in medicine, Guanyin soil is soil, and in the final analysis, it is something used to burn pottery and porcelain. When I eat in my stomach, I feel full, but I can't digest it, let alone stay alive. The worst thing is that it doesn't matter if you eat a little bit of this thing, but if you eat too much, it will be coiled in the stomach and intestines, and you can't pull it out at all. A lot of people eat Guanyin soil to the end, skinny as wood, but they have a big belly, and there is all Guanyin soil. In the end, he will either starve to death, or he will be suffocated to death through his intestines.

This winter, the number of lying on the street has increased more than two or three times compared to previous years. When the car collecting the corpse is lonely, it is not only active early in the morning, but also wanders the street during the day.

For a while, there was no food on the streets of Changtu Mansion. First, if you don't have food, you starve to death. The second is that many people who look to be alive and well, and Hanako, who is not missing arms and legs, have been taken away by the Japanese. The laborers who had been sent away before did not seem to be enough, and there were things to maintain on the surface, and they could not break into the good homes and directly capture the strong laborers, and those who were ragged and homeless were forced onto the train to transport the goods to the south.

To this day, there is even a saying that most of the beggars who have been captured are lucky fate. Because although the Japanese kidnapped them to go to the front to do hard labor, they were given food, and even if they did not have enough to eat, those people did not have to worry about starving to death. It's good to be able to live.

But even so, in the city of Changtu Mansion, it is also required to be a scene of singing and dancing. Shops are not allowed to open, opera gardens are not allowed to stop, and even Chunfeng Garden has to continue to operate as usual.

The bad things, one after another, overwhelmed everyone.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind was howling, and the window paper was blowing loudly, and Huzi lay on the kang with his eyes wide open, and he had no intention of falling asleep.

Zhao Yueyue heard Huzi's sigh, turned around and put her hand on Huzi's chest: "Why don't you sleep yet?" What do you think? ”

Huzi grabbed Zhao Yueyue's hand and said, "Huang girl, didn't you sleep either?" Why are you talking about me? I didn't think much of it. ”

"You have things in your heart," Zhao Yueyue also sighed, "Little tiger, you can't lie, I can hear what you say." You're just thinking. If you don't say it, I won't say hello. Just stop doing stupid things and worrying me. ”

Huzi smiled and scratched Zhao Yueyue's nose and said, "If I don't lie, no one in this world will tell lies." It's that you know me so well that you can tell the truth from my voice. Don't worry, I'm just worried, and I can't do anything stupid. You say what I think about and I haven't slept until now, so what are you thinking? ”

"Little Tiger?" Zhao Yueyue called Huzi.

"Huh?" Huzi replied, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's okay, I just wanted to call you." After Zhao Yueyue finished speaking, she moved her body, and really reached Huzi's arm and pillowed on Huzi's arm.

Zhao Yueyue was hugged by Huzi in her arms, and then said: "I just thought, how can Sister An be such a good person, how can she say that she is gone?" Huzi, do you say that we are born to be women? I was willing to marry you, but I didn't know at that time that Sister An was such a strong person, but she still ended up like this, I was worried, if we have a daughter in the future, will it be the same? ”

Huzi pondered for a moment and said softly: "No, I'm not the prefect of An, and you are not the prefect's wife." If the two of us really have a daughter, I don't want her to be a ghost, let's also send her to study abroad and come back as a female champion. When she comes back, she will do whatever she wants. ”

Zhao Yueyue said with a smile: "Then have you thought about it, what if our daughter also likes to be a goddess?" ”

Huzi was stopped by Zhao Yueyue, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

It was at this moment that there was a sharp knock at the door. Although it was urgent, it was not a "funeral door" one after another - this is the code of the regiment!

Huzi hurriedly turned over and went to the ground, put on a padded jacket and rushed to the door. When the door was opened, I saw that Xiao Yue and Fang Xuebin, whose faces were covered with blood, had brought many people at the door. Huzi hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

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