The prevalence of cremation was the pursuit of Buddhism by the upper classes, and it was the triumph of Buddhism, and ordinary people were simply poor: there was no place to stand.

Lao Zhu wants to bury his parents, and he has to find someone to ask for land for burial, which is forced by naked reality.

It is difficult for several people to make decisions, and it is also a great need of people to return to their roots, and it is simply impossible to bring back the dead in wartime.

The cremation met the conditions, but it was contrary to the requirements of the court princes, and it was a headache.

"Why are we thinking about this, aren't these questions the things to be considered above?"

"We don't have to think about it, but I don't know when the army will come back when it goes out, so it's better to bury it on the spot for a few days!"

"At the turn of winter and spring, it should be able to be put in ten days!"

"It's cold and dry, it's about the same for ten days, and it's not so perishable."

"By the way, we can't be the master, don't we still have a promotion of the lord, why don't you ask?"

"Let me ask, why aren't you going?"

"I'm afraid of being beaten."

"If you're afraid, won't I be afraid."

"Then what should I do, we can't turn a blind eye to it."

"It's easy to do, guess the fist and open your fingers, whoever loses will go."

"Okay, come, come, whoever is afraid of whom."

A punch is usually played by two people, with their fingers stretched out to indicate the number and the number spoken at the same time.

Whoever speaks first has the same number as the number added by two people who stretched out their outstretched numbers wins.

The number of fingers stretched out must be 0-5, and the number shouted must be 1-10.

"A little bit, good brothers, three-star photos, four happy wealth, five heads, six six shun, seven qiao, eight horses, drink quickly, and be on ingots."

"Liuliushun, you lost, go quickly."

"What's going on, you're so slow, don't count, start over."

The fist stroke of the two attracted Zheng Xiong's attention, and seeing the two of them punching, Zheng Xiong walked over leisurely to see the excitement.

A little up, the little soldier who was facing saw Zheng Xiong coming, and quickly stopped his fist and saluted Zheng Xiong.

Zheng Xiong waved his hand and asked.

"What are you two doing here?"

"Back to the words of the lord, this cremation or burial, we don't know what to do, so we think about punching, whoever loses will go to ask the lord for instructions on what to do, disturb the commission, the small one asks for guilt."

Zheng Xiong rolled his eyes, on one side are the brothers in the army whose bones are not cold, you two are still making fists here, if the corpse cheats the corpse, it is really not strange at all.

However, these seem to be nothing to soldiers who are accustomed to seeing life and death, they all pin their heads to the waistband of their trousers, and they can't talk about taboos.

"When are you two going to draw this, I'll teach you a simple one, scissors, rock, paper."

"Scissors can cut through the cloth, the cloth can wrap the rock, and the rock can cut the scissors."

"Spread out is cloth, clenched is a fist, two fingers are scissors, simple and clear, much faster than yours."

Strictly speaking, rock-paper-scissors originated from the gesture order in China, and the gesture order was recorded in the Han Dynasty, and there is no record and soil about gestures in the West at all.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was information about the open fist, called rock scissors paper, but the little man wanted to grab it, and he had no choice, after all, he was a son, and it was understandable to learn something to innovate, and it was understandable to want to behave in front of adults.

If you want to grab something, the most embarrassing thing without history, going around and around, you have to call your dad or your dad.

Now it is recognized that it originated in Asia, who called our ancestors to play with the flowers.

Now Zheng Xiong is one step ahead and registers the game one step ahead, and the little man has no way to grab it if he wants to.

Later generations have information showing that on a certain day in a certain year, a certain month, when Huimin Pharmacy was withdrawn, Zheng Xiong Zheng was drawn and Yanmen Pass made a gesture order - rock-paper-scissors.

The minions guarding the door are quick to get started, simple and easy to use, and can quickly distinguish the winner from the loser.

"Rock g scissors, I win."

Those who win are laughing and laughing, and those who lose are a little depressed.

Zheng Xiong also observed for a while, saw that they had divided the winners and losers, and then spoke.

"This official still has a method, this should not need to ask for instructions, choose a mountain, build a big monument, bury the soldiers killed in battle into the green mountain, and explain the reason on the monument."

"When the time comes, the battle will die on the battlefield, the border of Yongzhen will be worshiped by future generations, and it will not be in vain that the brothers will be born and die."

Zheng Xiong's proposal shocked the spirits of several people.

This is good.

"Raise the collar and enjoy the incense worship are all generals, famous figures in history, how can we be on a par with them."

"One general can achieve ten thousand bones, and Qingshan is loyal to ten thousand souls, how can it not be compared to a general."

"What the leader said is that let's go and ask Lord Ti to draw a green mountain for the brothers to live in after they die."

"Well, go ahead!"

The little soldier who lost the guess hurriedly got up and went to ask for instructions, Zheng Xiong continued to wander around, and the doctors continued to do nursing work.

Time passed in a flash, and the little soldier quickly ran back and walked in front of Zheng Xiong.

"Tiling, Lord Tiao has agreed to use the green mountain in front of you as the cemetery, let's go now, so that the brothers can be buried in the ground."

"Well, you don't need to tell me, it's all your business, it has nothing to do with the official, the official just gave you a suggestion, don't say it's the official when you leave this barracks."

"But just now the Lord Tiao's question, I've already said it, with our heads, we can't think of these things, the Tiao's Lord thought about it slightly, and knew that it was the idea of the draw, and confirmed it with the little one, this can't be said without saying it!"

"Didn't you say anything else?"

"It is also said that the soldiers who died in the vast grassland are buried on the spot, and there are not many corpses that can come back, and there is a pharmacy here, and the wounded soldiers are guaranteed, and there are not many people buried in this big green mountain, so you don't have to worry about it."

Yes, I am also full of food, I have to eat less, outside the customs is not as good as inside the customs, except for those with a little status who can retreat from the corpse, the little soldiers definitely don't have this treatment.

Although he praised himself, but after all, he felt a little uncomfortable, Zheng Xiong still had a hard mouth, and mentioned it.

"Isn't there still a token, make a well-dressed grave, and don't waste their horse leather shroud."

"The token has to be sent back to their hometown, as a proof of death, and they have to rely on the token to leave some benefits for the family?"

As soon as Xiao Bing said it, Zheng Xiong was a little annoyed and angry.

"Is there just one token, well-dressed, and all your belongings."

"Just one, no one will bring you the rest."

It makes sense, Zheng Xiong is speechless.

"Transcribe a list, and enter the names of those buried in the bone grassland into the stele, which is finally a consolation."

didn't wait for Xiaobing to say more, Zheng Xiong pulled his legs and left, he was also full, what are you doing with meddlers, it seems that it is because of what happened to Xiaobing, and he will be nameless after his death.

I'm also idle, no matter how good I do, it's all for the living, what can I do when I die, can I still live a life like myself?

It doesn't seem impossible, I don't want to, as the head of the pharmacy, I can save one, it's better to die than to live is the philosophy of life.

(End of chapter)