Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

The twenty-ninth day of the lunar year is New Year’s Eve.

Under the leadership of the old Li family, the banquet of hundreds of families in Lijia Village was bustling with activity, and everyone was preparing for the evening banquet.

In Xia Jingfeng's regiment, it was the first time for the soldiers to celebrate the New Year with the local people. They were in high spirits and helped the villagers with many things, showing great enthusiasm.

These children who couldn't go home for the New Year were about the same age as the young people in the village. They were honest and the villagers felt sorry for them. Every household took out the good mountain products and New Year's goods that were not sent to Lao Li's house, and prepared them together for a banquet in the evening.

The highlight of the Li family today, in addition to paying homage to their ancestors at the ancestral temple, is to go to the Martyrs' Cemetery on the back mountain to pay tribute to the martyrs who died in the war.

Early in the morning, upon learning the news, Zhang Zhidong instructed Xia Jingfeng to bring three battalion commanders from the regiment to wait with him at the gate of Li's house.

As soon as eight eighteen arrived.

Every household in Lijia Village opened its doors, and the men who came out of the houses, carrying bamboo baskets, machetes, and yellow paper firecrackers and incense on their backs, silently gathered on the main road in the village.

One household, two households, three households, four households.

Twenty households, thirty households.

Three hundred households!

There was no household left empty-handed, and no household without anyone coming out.

Finally, this huge team gathered at the door of the patriarch Li Dewen's house, waited until he came out of his house, and then walked forward, joined the last small group of people at the door of Li Xiangnan's house, and walked behind the mountain.

No one spoke or talked.

But the solemn and heavy atmosphere rose in everyone's hearts.

Zhang Zhidong brought Xia Jingfeng and three battalion commanders over to support Qin Zongheng, and they, along with Qin Anling, Qin Kunlun, Qin Taihang and their sons, silently followed the people from Lijia Village to the back of the mountain.

The mountain forest with gurgling water and the sound of pine trees is hidden in the white snow.

As the road turned around, a half-wall of a mountain that had been carved out by generations of people suddenly appeared before our eyes.

Even though Li Xiangnan had been here countless times, his nose felt tight and veins knotted at this moment.

There are countless tombstones standing all over the mountains.

They are densely packed and occupy an entire mountain area.

Swish!

Those who saw this scene for the first time were all stunned and looked sad.

Xia Jingfeng, Zhang Zhidong.

The seventh child of the Qin family.

Qinan Mountains, Qin Kunlun Mountains, and Qin Taihang Mountains.

Even Qin Zongheng, the legend in the army, was shocked at this moment.

My heart was filled with grief and my face was covered with cold tears.

The smoke of war billows, the mountains and rivers weep, and the hatred gathers into a raging tide.

Listen to the thunder and lightning in Huanggutun, and the loud sounds of killing the bandits at Xifengkou.

In the plains and mountains, inside and outside the Great Wall, men rise up and sing the music of the sword!

After Wanping, the heroes were called upon to roar and the warriors to be brave.

Fierce fighting took place in Nanyuan all morning and night, bullets rained down, and the soil in Huangting was scorched!

The pain of blood in the wilderness, the sorrow of tears in the hometown; the courage of a thousand years, the loss of soul in a hundred battles.

In the blink of an eye, time has passed. Looking around the world, several lunatics are shouting again.

Under the majestic monument, let our descendants always remember this hero of his generation!

"Xiao Hai'er, these are the men of my Li family who died on the battlefield nearly a thousand years ago. Tonight, we will take them home, eat, drink, reunite, and sing!"

Li Dequan stood by the road, threw his crutches on the ground, straightened his collar, took a tiger step, grabbed the bamboo basket, and limped towards the cemetery.

immediately.

The people of Lijia Village scattered silently, starting from low to high, and began to sweep the tombs one by one, cleaning them up, and making a bed for the heroes buried there.

Behind him, Qin Zongheng's eyes were red.

Only at this moment did I realize that the Li family's foundation was as profound as a country.

"Let's go!" He squeezed the shoulders of his eldest son Qin Anling, who was standing beside him, and put his arm around the shoulders of his second son, then nodded to his third son, "Let's burn incense for our ancestors and pay tribute to them!"

"it is good!"

Behind the third son, the Qin family members, Xia Jingfeng and others filed out, all of them with red eyes, emitting sincere admiration from the inside out.

"My sorrow is like a tide, I cannot stop it with axes and swords. Monkeys, cranes, insects and sands are all returning home today! My sons, return home! Return home! Return home!"

After sweeping the tomb, it is time to pay respects.

Li Dewen led the entire clan to stand in front of the tomb, burn incense, pray, and set off firecrackers to guide the men returning home.

Then people would burn yellow paper money, drop three kinds of animals, pour strong liquor, and set up sacrificial bowls.

"Return!"

After the firecrackers died down, Li Dewen let out a long roar toward the sky.

"Return——"

Everyone standing in front of the tomb will also roar to the sky, using their voices to pierce the clouds, to guide the heroic spirits returning from heaven towards home.

Between the cemeteries, Qin Zongheng and Zhang Zhidong stood with their hands behind their backs, taking a deep breath.

Inherit the essence of civilization, respect the heroic spirits of the past, and subtly influence the next generation's outlook on salvation.

The Li family's spirit of cultivating virtue and seeking truth is engraved in their bones and integrated into their blood.

Such a family is incomparable to other families.

They are a treasure in themselves.

When you are in these mountains and forests, all you see are heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country.

From the Tang and Song dynasties to recent years, the principles that the Li family has lived by are simply beyond the reach of other families.

Qin Zongheng's heart was filled with a boiling and hot passion that he couldn't express in words.

He looked at his children and grandchildren, and saw that their veins were bulging and their eyes were full of respect. He knew that they thought the same as he did, and he felt relieved.

After the ceremony.

Watching silently, one figure after another slowly walked down the mountain.

"Grandpa, can I help you down the mountain?"

Seeing Grandpa Li Dequan standing in front of Grandma's grave, Li Xiangnan stretched out his hand, wanting to help him down the mountain.

"Grandson, you guys go down first. Your grandpa Qin and I will sit here for a while!" Li Dequan waved his hand gently, indicating that it was okay.

"Okay! Grandpa, please be careful! The mountain road is not easy to walk on!"

Qin Zongheng waved his hand and said, "I'm still here, don't worry, go back!"

"Okay!" Li Xiangnan did not continue to persuade, and pulled Wang Defa, Zhang Jingyang, Qin Jingchuan and others down the mountain one after another.

Qin Zongheng took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to his elder brother. After lighting it, he looked at the wooden tombstone with the words already blurred. He asked, "Is this Huanying's tomb? Why don't you replace the stone tablet like the others?"

Li Dequan smoked a cigarette and shook his head.

"Here, once the tombstone falls to the ground, the person is truly dead! Her tomb is a cenotaph..."

“……” Qin Zongheng opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything.

He understood what Li Dequan meant.

This is still hoping that Huanying is still alive!

"Xiao Haier, do you think... Huanying will be alive?" Li Dequan smoked slowly.

Green smoke lingered on his face for a long time.

"She will, right?" Qin Zongheng was unsure, but still hoped: "I think she will definitely be alive! Maybe she is somewhere now, celebrating the New Year!"

"Oh!" Li Dequan reached out and touched the wooden tablet that had been erected for decades, his face full of remembrance and nostalgia.

"The tomb of my beloved wife Huanying! When I was carving this stele, I didn't eat for three whole days. I couldn't carve it well no matter what I did! I didn't expect that thirty years would pass in the blink of an eye..."

After saying this, he stood up and patted his butt, "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore! Let's erect a new monument for Huanying! Xiao Haier, come down the mountain!"