Why is there only six names written on the ground, but his own name is missing?

Perhaps, it was because he couldn't step through the barrier in his heart. Back then, it was he who led the entire class of brothers to escape. Then, it was he who led the whole class of brothers to calmly take justice. Although in the end, they all died for the nation, and they died without complaint. It's just that if it weren't for Yuan Zheng's erroneous command back then, his brothers should have died in battle with the troops in the regiment. Instead of leaving an unclear charge of desertion.

After a long time, the wind stopped, and the valley was silent, but the sorrow was heard in my heart for a long, long time. It did not disappear with the passing of the original government. At this moment, I finally understood a sentence. There is a kind of person who dies in body, but the spirit remains for eternity. The body of a soldier is the backbone that cannot be bent when standing up to the sky. The glory of a soldier is the fearless spirit of fighting for the country but never hesitating.

I thought, what should I do? What to do for these seven soldiers who are calmly righteous? At least, I shouldn't let the descendants of Yuan Zheng bear the infamy of the ages, the father of the old madman, not a deserter, but a martyr.

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A week later, I opened my eyes from my bed. With tears in his eyes, he told everyone everything he saw in his dream. Discuss with everyone and see if you can do your part to do something for this group of dead martyrs.

After I finished telling the whole story, Liu Guozhong stroked his beard and muttered for a long time, and he already had a calculation.

After another three days, the play finally started with great fanfare in the preparation of everyone.

This time, Liu Jiaban did not choose some from the old dramas to perform, but wrote and directed a play of "Deserter Hero". The protagonists in the play are seven people, Zhang Liuzhi, Niu San, and You Xiaosheng...... There is also the original policy.

It's just that when this drama came out, it attracted a lot of shouts and scolding from many villagers, including the village chief, who were all red from this drama and fainted on the spot.

The villagers of Hujia Village may not have read many books, and they don't know the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming Dynasties, but if it is the history of the Anti-Japanese War, they can memorize it backwards without reading it. The seven people in the play are clearly Hao Hao's famous deserters in the Battle of Huang'an.

Therefore, although the troupe did not suffer any trouble, and the whole drama was completed peacefully, it still suffered unprecedented difficulties, and some villagers even took fruit rotten eggs and threw them at the stage to stage the play.

Liu Guozhong finally honestly returned the money to the village committee. First, because the village chief and Liu Jiaban had an unnegotiable difference of opinion, and second, because Liu Guozhong did not want to make this money.

It's okay not to know some things, but once they do, everyone feels comfortable doing something for these dead heroes. The only thing we regret is that even if we try our best, we still can't prove it for the seven heroes of Yuan Zheng.

Many people who follow the crowd point fingers at the entire Liu family class, saying that we glorify traitors and deserters, and are not worthy of being Chinese. Including the ignorant brothers of the Liu family, they can't understand why the troupe goes against the will of these villagers and can't get along with money.

Sometimes, I hate myself for knowing too much. This feeling of being drunk and sobering up alone is not pleasant, so I can't go with the flow and can't blend in with the worldly atmosphere. I don't regret it, though, because I know I'm not wrong!

The villagers, there is nothing wrong with them, they are just deceived by what they hear with their own eyes and ears. But what can we find in the dusty history to prove what is right and which is wrong?

After the play, the fat man and I did not leave for Yichang in time, but stayed in Hujia Village for more than a week.

It's not that I don't want to go, it's that my body simply doesn't have enough physical strength to support me to travel far. As I expected, fate had drained me so much of my spirit, my body and soul that I had been in bed for a week before I could get out of bed.

It stands to reason that it should be Chubby who gave me the magical power of fate, but now that Chubby is in a coma, I can still use the magic power of fate. In the dark jade, Xiaopang did not wake up, and Jiajia couldn't call out. No one has come to solve this puzzle for me.

Perhaps, it's because we have a contractual relationship?

I can only think of it this way and blame the puzzle for this reason. It's just that the only thing I know for sure is that while the fate of fate consumes the essence and spirit, it is also accelerating the consumption of my lifespan.

When I got up in the evening and looked in the mirror, I saw wrinkles at the corners of my eyes in the mirror, and my skin looked much older than before. I haven't grown any hair yet. But the physical and mental exhaustion still makes me feel old

The day after I was able to get out of bed and walk around, I received a message that made everyone fall in the blue. Haramasa's son, the old madman who had suffered in the village from the shameless despise of the villagers for many years, died.

He was infected with a cold and no one cared about him. In the end, he fell ill and died in the dilapidated old house that looked like a garbage heap.

A village that admires anti-Japanese heroes, but spits on the descendants of a hero for decades with contempt and shame. They are proud of the glory shed by their ancestors, but they inadvertently ignore it, and even bury the life of a martyr's descendant with their own hands.

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After resting for a few days, the fat man and I stepped on the train to Yichang with the help of many brothers in the troupe.

The fat man was not in a good mood, and he had been frowning since he got in the car, and he didn't smile for half a minute. This is not in line with the fat man's usual personality.

Puzzled, I couldn't help but push him: "Lao Wang, what are you doing, you are unhappy all day long, are you still sad about the original government?" ”

"Huh?" The fat man was surprised, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and he looked at me in a daze, and said, "What are you talking about, what are you sad?" ”

"Let me ask you, are you still sad about the original government?" I couldn't help but raise my voice

"I didn't ...... I'm just thinking about something, thinking about something," the fat man opened his mouth to speak, but after a moment he hesitated and closed his mouth.

After so many years with him, I immediately sensed that his reaction was because something was hiding from me. I think this matter should be related to Liu Guozhong.

The day before parting, Liu Guozhong called the fat man to his house. When the fat man wanted to call me along, Liu Guozhong used the reason that I was not in good health and wanted to rest well, so I could lie in bed and recuperate. I thought the two aunts and nephews were just trying to get together quietly, but now it seems that there must be something strange in it. Maybe, the fat man will hide it from me, and it was also instructed by Liu Guozhong.

"By the way, when will Uncle Qingsong come back? Do you know who we are going to Yichang this time for? I turned my gaze away from the carriage and digressed the subject.

There are some things that you don't want to talk about. I'd rather know less than be difficult for my own brother. It's not that I'm great, it's something I've learned from the fat man after so many years of getting along with him. Compared with the fat man, I always seem a little selfish, but this selfishness is also imperceptibly influenced by the fat man, and I have learned a lot of principles of being a human being in him.

"You said that Yichang is mainly going to look at feng shui for a rich family surnamed Yang," after half a sound, the fat man frowned again and said: "It's just that the feng shui of the ancestral tomb of the Yang family is not something that ordinary people can handle, otherwise, there is no need for my father to come forward in this matter." ”

"Oh, so you say! Hard, isn't it? I asked curiously.

The fat man said: "There is a problem with the Three Evil Monuments in the tomb, do you think it is difficult?" ”

Hiss...... I suddenly gasped, unable to hold back the churning in my heart: "What did you say? There are three evil monuments in the ancestral homestead of the Yang family, where is this high-ranking people, and what kind of pattern is the graveyard of his family's Yin House? ”

The fat man shook his head and said, "I don't know about this, but the one who dares to place the Three Evil Monuments must be a feng shui treasure with auspicious spiritual shapes." All in all, you and I went to make soy sauce this time, and by the way, we gained some knowledge while making soy sauce. ”

"In today's society, where the dead live is more expensive than the living. The land has been speculated up to sell, and large and small rural and mountainous lands have been developed, not to mention the feng shui treasures of the three shaky monuments, and the land with better feng shui is gone. The fat man sighed

"By what you say, I'm looking forward to this trip to Yichang more and more" I held my chin and said with interest, at this moment, there were only three big words circling in my mind: "Three Evil Monuments." ”

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The trip to Hong'an came to an end, but I was very dissatisfied, very dissatisfied. Troubled by many things, I couldn't calm my mind and couldn't write what I wanted to express. I want to tell you that everyone will remember the anti-Japanese predecessors who have passed away and remember their spirit. I have no intention of inciting hatred, which means nothing to the nation and to us personally, and can even corrode our hearts. But none of us has the right to forget history ... Because, forgetting history means betrayal