Chapter Seventy-Five: The Obituary of Martyrdom

Unheard of strange things, how to go out to have fun and relax and go together?

For Zhou Changfeng's strange request, although the soldiers did not know why, they still complied.

Anyway, in the past, there were groups of people who went to eat, drink and have fun during the holidays, but this time there are just more people, it doesn't matter.

As for the soldiers who died in this battle, unless their families have special requests, they will be transferred to the Mixed Third Brigade for burial.

In the northwest corner of the station, there is a large open space, which is the cemetery, and now there are only twenty or thirty tombs of Liao Liao. But Zhou Changfeng knew very well that after the large army was divided, I was afraid that hundreds of tombs would be added here at once.

Because the tombs of the emperors are called "mausoleums", and because the fallen soldiers often can't bring back their corpses, most of their tombs can actually only be regarded as clothed mounds, so the official name here is actually the Martyrs' Tomb Garden.

He stood at the door of the mound garden, looking at the calm and solemn stone archway and fell into deep thought.

Sun Cheng instructed himself before he died that he must persuade his wife to remarry, and he resolutely agreed without thinking much about it at the time, but how can he say it now.

Zhou Changfeng has been struggling with this matter these days, not knowing how to face his wife.

The day before yesterday, the first batch of martyrdom obituaries, that is, death notices, had been printed and distributed, but Sun Cheng's one was intercepted by Zhou Changfeng.

He drove to the vicinity of Sun Cheng's home, but he was slow to make up his mind to get out of the car, and finally turned around and left after all kinds of entanglements.

On the evening of that day, several officers of the first battalion did not leave the battalion, but set up a round table at the battalion headquarters to eat hot pot.

Under the coaxing of several people, Zhou Changfeng took out two bottles of Yanghe Daqu and some loose Xiaoqu wine.

Under the bright light, Xie Wancheng, Xue Can, Liu Qidong, Fan Wenhai, and Zhou Changfeng sat around the table, and they specially left a vacant seat, and placed a bowl in front of the vacant seat, pouring full wine.

"Toast him first!" Zhou Changfeng picked up the cup, compared it to the empty seat, and then drank it all with his neck up.

"Let's go!" The crowd also toasted in unison.

The entrance of the wine is warm, sweet, slightly hot, and full of rich mellow aroma.

Zhou Changfeng, who looked solemn, reached out and picked up the bowl in front of the empty seat and poured all the wine inside on the ground.

Without a companion who gets along day and night and fights side by side, everyone is a little depressed, especially the current scene arouses their sadness, and the bits and pieces of past life appear in their minds like a slideshow.

It didn't take long for the dinner for five to turn into a story about the past while wiping away tears and drinking and eating at the same time.

After a while, Xie Wancheng, whose eyes were moist, turned his head sideways and asked, "Battalion commander, what are Sun Zhixin's last words?" ”

Hearing this, several people looked at Zhou Changfeng.

"The living are gone, and the dead rest in peace." His eyes fell on the cup, and he said lightly: "His original intention of letting his wife remarry was naturally that he didn't want her to be widowed early, and it was best for his wife to agree, but what if he didn't agree?" I don't think we can force it, we can only try to persuade it. ”

"Anyway, I feel that if you are pregnant, then there is no need to persuade the family to miscarry and remarry." Liu Qidong said with a big grin: "Isn't that unborn child also a life?" Why bother. ”

"Ugh." Xue Can sighed, "But this birth has no father, the child is estimated to be blinded when he is young, and it is difficult for a girl's family to raise the child alone." ”

"Yes, if you really want his wife to continue to live in peace, I'm afraid the best way is to remarry, otherwise he will be lonely for decades... Suffer to sin. ”

In fact, since the Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties, the so-called chastity is far from extreme, and it is up to me to push chastity and widowhood to the peak.

The Qing Dynasty encouraged this extremely narrow fashion by clearly stipulating in the Etiquette Statutes that women were required to observe festivals after the death of their husbands, and that if they performed well, they were to be commended.

Throughout the two Song Dynasty and the Song Dynasty for more than 300 years, there are only 200 chaste martyrs recorded, but with the influence of Cheng Zhu Lixue, there were nearly 400 people in the Yuan Dynasty in just a few decades, and the number increased to more than 20,000 in the 270 years of the former Ming Dynasty.

However, this is nothing, compared to the Qing Dynasty can only be said to be a small witch, there is a Qing Dynasty, it is recorded that there are more than one million chaste martyrs, and all kinds of chastity arches can be seen everywhere.

After hundreds of years of development, Cheng Zhu's theory has long been out of order, and such an empty and decadent doctrine has been complained about by many literati in the late Ming Dynasty, and a more enlightened and pragmatic study of the world should have been replaced.

However, the Qing Dynasty that entered the customs continued its life, and the lifeless science was forcibly picked up again, leaving only general empty talk to let the people of the world be poor and poor, in order to maintain the rule of the Qing Dynasty.

Obviously, the rise of the Later Ming Dynasty did not resurrect the science of science with half a foot in the grave by the Qing Dynasty, it died honestly, and the more orthodox Later Ming did not need to rely on this rotten thing to maintain its rule.

As a result, the phrase "starvation is a small matter, and a loss of festival is a big thing", which was rumored to be true and enshrined as a creed, gradually no one cared.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, a widow petitioned the official secretary Jianyi for help, and Jianyi also asked her why she didn't remarry.

This still happened in the early Ming Dynasty, when the atmosphere was relatively conservative, not to mention the late period when the atmosphere was open, and it was not a common practice for husbands to observe festivals and commit suicide if they were defiled.

The former Ming is still like this, and the later Ming is naturally more open in this regard.

Therefore, the five people present actually think that remarriage is not a big deal, the living are gone, the dead are resting in peace, and the living still have to live a good life.

In the end, they decided to visit tomorrow to inform them of the bad news and hand over the obituary of martyrdom.

The next day, because of the heavy alcohol we had drunk last night, the hangover made everyone feel very uncomfortable, so we didn't leave until the afternoon.

Xie Wancheng stayed at the battalion headquarters to prevent possible emergencies, while Zhou Changfeng and the others drove to Sun Cheng's house.

Although he was born in a family of eunuchs, Sun Cheng was relatively estranged from his family, and his residence was only a room in an alley outside the Shence Gate.

Xue Can drove slowly to the mouth of the alley, and the four of them got out of the car one after another, and then came to the front of the courtyard together.

Although a house without a yard will be cheaper, it will always make people feel that something is missing.

Although Sun Cheng's home has a courtyard, the vestibule is only a few steps wide.

His wife, Xu Baizhi, was an operator at the Shangyuan County Telephone Office, and in those days, wired telephones in various places had to be transferred through the telephone exchange.

Today is the 20th of July, which is theoretically the day of the tenth day off.

After a brief hesitation, a somewhat apprehensive Zhou Changfeng stepped forward and knocked on the door.