My Daming New Empire

They sent each other away before the curfew, and they left one person on duty for the night, while the others went to bed, and then gave each other wounding medicine.

They are from the Navy, and although they have been taught how to ride horses, their riding skills are very average.After several days in a row, the inner thighs of each one were worn out.

After traveling for four days, they arrived at their destination today, and they relaxed. Everyone drank again, and immediately felt exhausted.

Moreover, the conditions of the inn station are very poor these days. Most of them are mud kangs with firewood on them, the quilts are worn out, and fleas are swarming.

I lived in a restaurant today, the conditions are much better, and the brothers fell asleep without taking off their clothes.

Early the next morning, Ma Dezhong took a group of brothers to have breakfast first.

Xiaoer helped them buy joss sticks yesterday, and bought a pig's head from the butcher early this morning, as well as snacks and dried fruits for sacrifices.

Ma Dezhong paid the money, and with a feeling of returning to his hometown, he proudly left the city and headed east of the city.

The village of his hometown is called Huangzhuang, which is only five or six miles away from the county seat. When he was a child, he felt that the road was extremely far away, but now, he arrived within a quarter of an hour.

With yesterday's Xiaoling's guidance, he did not touch the wrong location, and some of the memories in his impressions were also seduced by the familiar scenery in front of him.

Huangzhuang is not small. There are hundreds of households and 600 people in this village.The village is called Huangzhuang, so naturally the Huang surname is the main name. Their Ma family only has a dozen households, which is considered a small surname.

However, the ancestors of the Ma family were born in martial arts, and the dozen or so families of them all make a living as performers.Regardless of men, women or children, they have practiced martial arts since childhood, but no one dares to bully them casually.

If it wasn't because of his hard work since he was a child, as a child, he was once taken into the den of water thieves, and there would have been no bones left.

He didn't enter the village, but went straight south from a small road next to the village, and came to a hillside.

On the hillside is the ancestral grave of the Huang family. Their Ma family is an outsider, and there is no ancestral cemetery, and the dead are buried casually.

When his mother died, she was buried in a corner below the hillside, which does not occupy arable land.When his father died, he was buried directly next to his mother's grave.

The scenery in front of him became more and more familiar. This is the most familiar scenery in his memory, and he will never forget it in his life.

The road became narrower and narrower, and there was no way to move forward. Ma Dezhong jumped off the horse, tied the rein of the horse to the dagger, and then stuck the dagger in the field ridge beside the road.

The others followed his lead and tied the horses. "Rice, don't tie the horse to the wheat field. If you eat the wheat seedlings, you will be compensated, and the horse will have diarrhea after eating it."

Mi Fan's surname is Mi Jiaofan. His father gave him this name in the hope that he would not go hungry when he grows up.Now he can eat three bowls of rice in one meal, which is a dream come true.

The joss sticks, pig's head, and dried fruit were removed from the horse, and everyone walked forward together.

But the scenery in front of him has changed. I don't know when a ditch was built here, enclosing a large area of ​​fertile land.

Ma Dezhong didn't care at first, but the more he walked, the more he felt wrong.

The hillside is still there, and the grove is still there, but what about the grave?

The pig's head in his hand fell off, but he didn't care at all, and dropped the other thing in his hand, and ran forward quickly.

The grave mound that was originally located at the corner of the hillside disappeared...

gone...

Ma Dezhong felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes were a little dizzy, so he rubbed his own eyes.It is true that there is no grave mound, and the place where his parents were originally buried has become a ditch...

He knelt down on the ground all of a sudden, punching the ground with both fists, and tears flowed out. "Father..., Mother..."

The others also noticed that something was wrong, and the originally relaxed atmosphere became depressed, so they hurried over. "Head, what's the matter?"

With a wave of Ma Dezhong's long arm, he swept away the brother who was blocking his view.He stood up, ran to the original location of his parents' tomb in his memory, walked back and forth a few times, and couldn't help but let out a roar. "ah……"

When the horse team went around the village, someone in the village discovered their team.

Now the world is peaceful, only a few bandits appear.But Qufu is the hometown of Confucius and Mencius, and the emperors of all dynasties paid special attention to maintaining the peace here.

There are bandits in other places, but there have been no bandits in Qufu for many years.

And most bandits are poor haha, how can one man and one horse be so extravagant.

Lizheng Huang Shuyong heard the report from the villagers and sent two people to see the situation.

When the two villagers timidly approached, before they could figure out how to ask questions, the leader screamed like crazy.

They ran back a few steps, but seeing the old and young men at the entrance of the village again, they could only muster up their courage and approach in fear.

Although there are soldiers in front of you, soldiers are sometimes scarier than bandits!

In the social structure of the East where ancestor worship is the norm, there have always been two major hatreds among the people that cannot be resolved.

One is the oppression and harm to their ancestors, such as digging their ancestors' graves and killing their fathers.

Another is oppression and harm to its inheritance, such as cutting off children and grandchildren.

These two major hatreds have run through the history of the East, and have evolved countless historical stories, large or small.

In Daming, whether it was digging up ancestral graves or cutting off descendants, the hatred that evolved from this was endless, and even the government's judgment on this kind of hatred was based on human nature.

In Daming, even stealing is a death penalty, but if the father is killed and the son takes revenge, there is no death penalty.

The same is true for digging ancestral graves.

Because in today's society, people still believe in becoming gods, immortals, and ghosts after death.

To dig a tomb is to cut off the life of another life.

After Ma Dezhong vented his anger, he was at a loss for a moment. In his heart, the only thing he cared about in his hometown was his parents' tombs. He was still thinking about whether to move his parents' tombs to the capital.

But now that he came back, he didn't even see his parents' tomb...

And a group of his subordinates are brothers who have been with him through life and death, otherwise they would not waste their vacation and come to Shandong with him.

They originally wanted to return to their hometowns with their heads full of glory, but now they can't even find their ancestral graves.

So now they are even more excited than Ma Dezhong, comforting him one by one, and clamoring to avenge him.

Hearing the revenge, Ma Dezhong gradually came to his senses. The matter has not yet been determined. Whether it was because the tomb was directly destroyed by digging a ditch, or the tomb was relocated for his parents...

He cheered up, got up and wiped away his tears, and returned to the place where his parents' tombs were in his memory, only to see that his grandfather's tomb was still there because it was slightly higher.

There was a glimmer of hope in his heart...

"Hey, two fellow villagers, come here."

Hearing the call of his subordinate Da Zhi, Ma Dezhong turned his head to look, and two villagers approached timidly.

Ma Dezhong didn't have any impression of these two people, and one of them boldly asked: "Military lords, what do you do when you come to our remote village?"

Ma Dezhong took a deep breath and asked, "There were two graves here a few years ago, why are they not there now?"