The next day, as soon as the sun was rising, I dropped the clay pot for the old squad leader, and while crying, I followed the long funeral procession and went straight to the "ancestral grave". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Along the way, the white sails fluttered, the sun and the moon were shining, and the kind of pain and desolation was indescribable to me. There seemed to be only the crying of me, Zhao Haikun and others in heaven and earth.

In this thin cry, I only mourned from the bottom of my heart for the death of the old squad leader, and I was also lost for the withering of the Zhao family.

Another abbot of the Five Organs Temple went, and another incense that had been passed down for hundreds of years was broken.

Is this the general trend of the times, or is it a trick of fate......

My old squad leader was a conscientious cook and a good person. He cooks the most sincerely, behaves the most upright, and he has been fulfilling the rules of the Confucius Temple all his life and practicing the kitchen of the sage.

But why don't good people get good rewards? Why do good people even have twists and turns in the funeral after they die...... Come to a sticky end?

He joined the army and served the society all his life, and there was no sin...... But why do you have to enter this "outer cemetery" where only the wicked and dead can enter?

The human heart is sinister...... God still has no eyes!

…… In the grief and indignation, I cried even harder, and this was also the first time I cried heart-rending since I was discharged from the army......

In this solemnity, it was not until the funeral procession got out of the coffin, buried the soil, and let off the firecrackers that I gradually calmed down my emotions with the comfort of my friends.

After kowtowing, accompanied by my relatives of the Zhao family and my comrades-in-arms and friends, I looked gloomily at the small tomb of my old squad leader.

A ...... alone Coming from the soil and going to the soil is the best destination.

Thinking of this, I feel a little comforted in my heart.

When the ceremony ended, under my step and three turns, we slowly left this lonely and silent "outer cemetery" of the Zhao family.

When I came in, I cried, and it wasn't until I walked out now that I had the heart to see what this graveyard of "sinners" looked like.

As Zhao Haikun said, this cemetery is not big, and there are only a dozen vaguely recognizable tombs as far as the eye can see.

It seems that the Zhao family has been very law-abiding for hundreds of years.

Between those tombs, weeds were overgrown and apparently left untended for years.

The tombstone in this cemetery is also very interesting, and the content he engraved is exactly the same as what Zhao Haikun said, what "unfilial son........." and "bad son so-and-so"

This is the first time I've seen a tombstone like this.

Intrigued, I watched as I walked.

As I walked, my footsteps suddenly stopped in front of a tombstone.

I raised my eyes and stared at the inscription, feeling very strange.

Because this tombstone is very special.

The reason why I feel that this tombstone is special is because ...... I couldn't see a word on it.

In other words, it is a "wordless monument".

The knowledge in this wordless tablet is great.

Historically, wordless tablets are not uncommon, and many celebrity emperors have left themselves "wordless tablets" after their deaths, and the most famous "wordless tablets" are the one of Wu Zetian, the female emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

When I was in school, I heard the story of the tombstone and her heroine, because the teacher said it vividly, so I still remember it vividly.

As the only female emperor in China's orthodox dynasty, Wu Zetian's life is legendary and complicated, and her evaluation of her is also very differentiated.

People who like her say that she knows how to make good use of people, determines the country and the country, and is the master of the world. Those who hate her say that she is ruthless, uses torture to disrupt the government, and is a demon woman who disrupts the country.

In short, the evaluation of her in history is swaying left and right between these extreme poles, which makes people feel the same.

After all...... This woman is both an emperor and an empress, both a ruler and a tyrant. She doted on her daughter, but she killed her own son.

She is a combination of contradictions.

may also be aware of this embarrassing historical position after his death, the Emperor Wu Zhou left a wordless stone tablet.

It seemed to show everyone that the Empress was tired and she didn't want to say anything...... Guess my business!

I feel that the wordless tablet is a naked mockery of the mouthful of later generations.

From Wu Zetian's wordless stele, I speculated that this kind of stele is often not as simple as it seems on the surface, it has many extended meanings in it, and there are also many buried stories behind it.

And the owner of the wordless monument in front of me must also have an unspeakable story......

Zhao Haikun saw that I stopped, so he also asked Gui Yuxiu, who was pushing him behind him, to stop advancing.

He sat in a row with me, looking at the wordless monument and the small tomb.

After a long sigh, he said to me, "There's a ...... buried here." He was the last patriarch of the Zhao family. ”

"Why is there nothing engraved on his tablet?"

Zhao Haikun shook his head and said, "This is a national sinner!" His evil deeds are beyond reproach! I don't deserve to be named at all. ”

After listening to Zhao Haikun's words, I suddenly realized: "Oh! I remember. He is the patriarch who burned down Zhao's house, right? ”

Mine remembers, because my old squad leader told me about this person before he died.

The old squad leader said that Zhao Jialou was still very prosperous in the Republic of China, but just before the Japanese army entered the Central Plains in 37 years, a Zhao family patriarch braved the world's disapproval and met with a Japanese spy named Onishu Chimaru.

And that meeting started the Zhao family's "extermination mode" for more than half a century.

At that time, the patriarch left the man in the Zhao family's ancient building and talked for three days.

But on the night of the third day, the clansmen of the Zhao family were stunned to find that the ancient building of the Zhao family, which had stood in the Ming and Qing dynasties for more than 500 years, was on fire.

Under this blow, Zhao Jialou completely decayed. In the past, the heirs of the Zhao family also left their hometown and wandered around.

And all this is a good thing left by the patriarch of the Zhao family, who even has a blank tombstone.

I looked at the wordless tombstone and couldn't help but feel sad. At the same time, he subconsciously asked Zhao Haikun: "After so many years, haven't you found out the truth of what happened back then?" What is the purpose of the spy looking for him? ”

Zhao Haikun shook his head and said, "There is no clue. We only know that the Japanese are looking for something in Zhaojialou, but it is not clear what they are looking for. ”

Zhao Haikun also told me that the reason why they knew this was because of the strange behavior of the Japanese back then.

According to Zhao Haikun's father, Zhao Deguang, after the fall of Lunan during the anti-Japanese war, soldiers from a Japanese squadron rushed straight to Zhao's house.

That Bingfeng, unlike the armies that occasionally passed by during the warlords' melee in the past, they were obviously aimed at Zhao Jialou, and the Japanese were well prepared, and even brought engineers and drilling equipment.

Zhaojialou is a small village, where can it withstand such a toss from the Japanese. So the Zhao family chose to avoid trouble, but the family had no choice but to flee into Yimeng Mountain, and the blow was not small.

After the Japanese arrived, they demolished the house and pulled out the grave in Zhaojialou, and worked for three days, and they didn't know what they were tinkering with.

On the third day, when the tribesmen who had gone to the village to visit the letter returned, they told everyone that the Japanese had a strange disease and had to retreat because a dozen soldiers had died.

"Strange disease?!" I was surprised: "Not adaptable? Or cholera? ”