Dafa Niang couldn't believe what she heard, she looked at Qingqing, and her eyes reddened a little.

"Grandma, what you said, but it's true?"

Qingqing nodded, firmly held Da Fa Niang's hand, and patted it.

"It's not that the man of your family has no news, this is the whole village has no news, I promise you, live, we want to see people, die, and you have to give us an explanation." At the latest, your grandfather and I will definitely give you an exact statement. ”

"But it is said that the men in our village died on the battlefield, or not a single letter has been sent back for so many years, and Uncle Manshan has also inquired so many times, and they all say that the people are gone." The little daughter-in-law on the side whispered, her face was sad.

Who wants to be a widow?

Who doesn't want their man to be alive.

But for so many years, everyone has hoped again and again, disappointed again and again, and in the future, they can only enlighten themselves again and again, this is fate.

To accept fate, to accept reality, people are dying on the battlefield.

"The two armies fought, the dead were one by one, the bones were stacked into a mountain, let's just look for it, and it only said perfunctorily, it's gone, the bones are buried on the spot, Uncle Manshan has thought about getting some clothes and mounds, but it has not been a good day."

There are many people who accept their fate, and Dafa Niang insists on looking for it, and it has become an outlier.

"It doesn't matter if it's dead or alive, I want an exact data, no one wants to perfunctory me, is it a war and a death on the battlefield? Or is there nothing on the march? These are all traceable, take 10,000 steps back and say, even if all the men in our village have donated their lives for the country, policies and subsidies must be there after all. ”

When Qingqing was inseparable from Zhao Si's relationship, she also took the opportunity of chatting to inquire a few times.

All dynasties and generations have policy subsidies for the relatives of soldiers who died in battle, even if today's saints value women's chastity and encourage the observance of festivals to the end, but they also give preferential treatment to the relatives of soldiers who died in battle, and allow them to remarry, and if they want to observe festivals for their husbands, they will also get tax reduction and exemption policies.

The regulations are so stipulated, but when it comes to implementation, layer by layer, there will be a lot of cats.

If the patriarch of the village is not separated from this relationship, it will be no problem to enjoy these policies, but if there are mountains of soft persimmons, don't even think about it.

As for where the policy benefits that should have been given to the village went, don't ask, if you ask, it's the mansion of Zhao Si and the old men.

Zhao Si didn't say it too thoroughly out of his own interests, but his little heart, multiplied by three, couldn't compare to He Qingqing, just a few words were enough for Qingqing to play.

Today, with the help of Dafa Niang to cause this topic, Qingqing took the opportunity to let the words out.

The movement here attracted the villagers who were working, and everyone gathered around, and many people cried when they heard the grandmother say that they wanted to solve the matter.

Everyone was mentally prepared, thinking that the grandmother of the clan mentioned this matter, probably because she was going to get the mound up a year ago.

Over the years, everyone has slowly accepted the fact that the men are not there, but they always feel that if they don't get the mound up, the stone in their hearts can't fall.

The grandmother of the clan said firmly that she wanted an exact news, and everyone automatically understood it as the pessimistic one, even if it was such an undead person as Dafa Niang, she didn't dare to think too optimistic.

"Grandpa, someone is looking for you at the entrance of the village!"

Ermao ran over to pass the word.

"Who?" Don't leave the question.

"I can't see my face, he wears a hat and leads the horse, and the veil covers his face."

Riding a horse?

looked at Qingqing, Qingqing nodded, probably guessing who it was.

"Oh, by the way, he asked me to give this to the clan grandfather, saying you will know when you see it." Ermao spread out his hand, and the palm of his hand was a copper plate.

Unremarkable.

Like all the copper plates he saw, he really couldn't see anything special.

Qingqing saw it, but smiled knowingly.

More than I imagined, I dared to find it directly.

"Let's go, go out and meet this great love in the world."

Qingqing waved her hand to Buli, but she was still faint on the surface, but she was unconvinced by a capital in her heart.

Love?

Can you be more affectionate than yourself?

At the entrance of the village, by the stone monument, a sturdy man, leading a horse, a pair of eyes under the hat were full of vigilance, and the slightest wind and grass could make him uneasy.

He thought of many ways for the patriarch of the family to appear, maybe he would take the whole village with a weapon in his hand, or he could ambush him from all sides and set up traps everywhere.

What's more, he thought of more exaggerated ways to appear, for example, the head of the Yu family in a black robe, holding a Taoist sword, scattering beans into a soldier-

After all, Dayu, the evil place, has left him with too many painful memories.

The last time he brought his brothers here, he will never forget the tragic death of the chicken under the stone monument, and the uninhabited village full of ghosts before dawn.

The sound of laughter behind him made the man who was deep in thought instantly vigilant, and his hand was also on the knife at his waist.

turned around and looked at the laughter, but I didn't see the imaginary scene of thousands of troops, murderous and gloomy.

On the path in the field, a figure in a blue shirt is slowly approaching on the ridge of the ground.

The laughter came from behind him, the steady pace and the crisp laughter formed a sharp contrast, and when he got closer, he saw the clue, it turned out that the laughter was not from the calm Xiucai, but the pretty girl who was carrying the show.

The clouds that covered the sun seemed to be attracted by this laughter, and were embarrassed to block out the afternoon sun any longer, so the clouds dispersed, and the warm and undazzling sunlight sprayed out, and fell on the fields, shining on the special man and woman.

Qingqing smiled and couldn't leave, because he told a super cold joke on the way here.

The joke itself is not funny, the funny thing is that he told it with an ice cube face without any emotion, and after he finished speaking, he had to look back at Qingqing on his back, and his confused sword eyebrows were raised, as if asking, why don't you laugh?

The joke didn't amuse her, he did.

So he hammered him on the shoulder with a pink fist.

This scene fell in the eyes of the hat man, and an abrupt emotion surged into his heart, obviously there were no complex and exaggerated scenes in his imagination, but he didn't dare to take it lightly.

The four big words that his mother's pen fell suddenly came to mind: the road to simplicity

In order to explain the true meaning of these four words to him, his wife talked about the laws of heaven and earth from the "Tao Te Ching", which made him drowsy, dizzy, and seemed to understand.

When he saw the sunlight sprinkled on the two people who were one, the hat man suddenly understood what his mother meant, the magical couple in front of him were worthy of these four words: the road is simple.

Qingqing never jumped off her back with one leg, and she didn't want to see this guest from Qingfeng Village in such an ugly way, it really was

There's a problem.

She Chen Qingqing can go up the mountain and down the river, but on her own territory, she tripped over a small stone, this kind of shameful thing, can she say?

Underneath all the complexities, there is a simple kernel. All talented people have a simple heart like Qingqing, and all those who can make a fortune are willing to give the monthly ticket in their hands to Niu Niumi. This is the road to simplicity. I'm really an author of rape flowers, and the philosophical questions let me explain so simply, well.