Traveling through the Republic of China, I married a dead person

Several villagers put down the door panel, but didn't know who to lift.

Wan Qili mumbled, pointed at herself, then at the door, and finally at the two villagers.

Su Bai understood. She probably wanted to lie on the door panel with Xu Tianyi to see if the two villagers could lift them up.

The two villagers nodded immediately: "No problem!"

"Or, let's bury Tianyi here." Su Bai said.

"Then we have to carry the body back to the village first and find a fortune teller to check the feng shui before burying it, right?" said a villager.

"He is a soldier. There are no such things. He will be buried where he died." At this moment, Su Bai remembered the famous line: Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, so why should he return home wrapped in his horse's hide?

Tears couldn't help but fall again.

He is a soldier, yes.

He died to protect himself and to protect penicillin. Once penicillin is mass-produced, it will save millions of soldiers and allow them to return to the front lines to kill the enemy and serve their country.

Perhaps, Xu Tianyi will never receive a monument or posthumous recognition from the government and the military, but in Su Bai's heart, he will always be a brave and fearless soldier and a well-deserved martyr.

It was those villagers who made the decision. Since they wanted to bury Xu Tianyi here, they would carry him back to the village first. Tomorrow, they would let the villagers dig a decent grave for him and then find a stonemason to carve a tombstone.

Su Bai agreed.

She pointed to the small hill that Wan Qili had climbed before the battle, and buried Tianyi on the top of the hill.

Wan Qili was carried onto the door panel, and Su Bai was carried on the back of a villager. After walking for about half an hour, they arrived at a place called Dahuai Village.

There are no locust trees in Dahuai Village. According to the villagers, their ancestors migrated from Hongdong County, Shanxi during the Ming Dynasty.

Su Bai understood that the village was named Dahuai Village to commemorate their hometown. When their ancestors immigrated hundreds of years ago, the famous big locust tree became the symbol of their former residence.

The story of the big locust tree is widely circulated, and every year many descendants of the ancient locust tree go there to trace their roots and pay homage to their ancestors.

It is said that the population of descendants of these big locust trees distributed across the country has reached hundreds of millions.

Many villagers have gathered on the edge of the village, men and women, young and old.

I didn't expect the people in this village to be so welcoming.

The villager who carried Su Bai on his back said that their Dahuai Village is not an ordinary village, but a village of heroes and generals.

More than ten years ago, a group of young people from their village joined the army. One of them became a division commander, and the others became regiment commanders.

Just a few days ago, we received the sad news that the division commander had been killed in action in Shanghai, and the whole village was in mourning.

It's not just the division commander. The villager said that there were dozens of people who joined the army together, but there may be only a few left alive now.

Some died in Shanghai, some died in Langfang not long ago, and even earlier, some died in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese during the War of Resistance at the Great Wall.

An unwritten rule was formed in the village that whenever a death notice was delivered, everyone in the village would hang a white banner at the door.

Therefore, whenever the people in Dahuai Village mentioned the Japanese devils, they would grit their teeth.

Su Bai was moved.

"Auntie Guo, these heroes are left to your care!" said an elder to a woman in her fifties.

This elder is the clan leader of Dahuai Village. This clan leader has much more power than the village chief, and his prestige is incomparable to that of the village chief. All the men in Dahuai Village have the surname Guo and are from the same clan.

The clan leader is the most senior and respected person in the village.

"Don't worry!" Aunt Guo came to the door and took a look: "What a pretty girl!"

When he saw the unrecognizable Wan Qili, he kept making regretful noises.

The doctor invited by the village also arrived.

Aunt Guo is a widow who came from another village and married to Dahuai Village. She has never remarried after her husband died. She has a son who works as a policeman in Jiashan County.

She proudly told Su Bai that policemen are also half soldiers.

This shows the status of soldiers in this village.

After returning to Aunt Guo's home, the doctor and his apprentice immediately examined Su Bai and Wan Qili.

The results of the examination were similar to Su Bai's judgment in the woods, but more serious.

The bullet that hit Wan Qili's face entered at an angle and exited from her mouth. Not only did it completely destroy her face, it also knocked out half of her teeth and damaged her tongue.

According to the doctor, after I recover from my injury, I will become slurred in my speech.

The other place was the knee. The bullet hit right in the middle of the kneecap, completely shattering it.

Disability is certain.

Only the gunshot wound on the shoulder blade is not serious and will not leave any sequelae.

Su Bai couldn't help crying again. She couldn't imagine what Wan Qili would be like in the future.

Aunt Guo advised her not to cry anymore, saying that she would go blind if she continued crying.

Two women in the village cried their eyes out after receiving the notice of their sons' death.

The doctor assured Su Bai that he could not cure the disability, but saving the two's lives was within his control.

He inherited traditional Chinese medicine from his ancestors. When he was young, he served as a military doctor in the army of the Beiyang warlords. He also knows Western medicine.

Su Bai thought he was bragging. It could be seen from the way he removed the bullet and sutured the wound that he was very clumsy.

The way he treated the wound was something Su Bai had never seen before, and he didn't know what medicine he used. When you ask him, he will tell you that it is a secret recipe passed down from his ancestors.

The medicine for internal use is a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation, and the medicine for external application is also a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation.

There is no other way, no choice, I can only rely on his secret recipe passed down from my ancestors.

Aunt Guo’s care can be said to be meticulous.

She not only took care of Su Bai and Wan Qili's food and daily life, but also helped Zi Yan take care of them.

Although he is over fifty years old, his hands and feet are as nimble as Zi Yan's.

When she was not busy, she would sit next to Su Bai and Wan Qili and chat with them. She told Su Bai that the clan leader had arranged everything. Although the clan leader looked strict, he was actually very thoughtful.

Dahuai Village is a poor village, but the people there are simple and honest and treat others kindly.

After knowing that the wounded were admitted to Aunt Guo's house, many families took out the fine grains and eggs that they usually didn't want to eat, and the clan leader even killed his own chickens.

The clan leader arranged everyone in order and sent the food to Aunt Guo's house on a daily basis, letting everyone take turns delivering it.

Su Bai also noticed that when cooking, there were always a few young wives coming to help, and then leaving after the meal was done.

The young men in the village also took on jobs like chopping firewood and fetching water for Aunt Guo's family.

Since Dahuai Village has produced so many martyrs, Su Bai feels that it deserves the title of "Heroic Village" that they have given themselves.

As for the General Village, it’s a bit of a stretch, after all, it only produced one general, the division commander who died in Shanghai a few days ago.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye. During these two days, villagers came to visit Su Bai and Wan Qili in groups. Most of them were young wives, and Su Bai quickly became familiar with them.

These two days were the two days when the pain of the wound was the strongest. With these young wives chatting and laughing beside me, the pain seemed to be relieved a lot.

On the third day, early in the morning of September 9, the clan leader came excitedly with two young men. As soon as he entered the door, he said to Su Bai: "Your things are back!"

Su Bai didn’t understand. Our things?

The two large suitcases containing the radios and the small suitcase containing the batteries are all there, what else could there be?