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Chapter 113 Memorial Day

Wu Chun felt somewhat unlikely.

He had contact with Zhao Cheng.

When the lamp was turned on last time, Zhao Cheng didn't seem to think much of him.

His evaluation of Zhao Cheng was that this Baihu was a bit arrogant.

But the facts in front of him are here, it seems that this can only be the case.

"So, we have misunderstood Zhao Baihu.

He is somewhat filial. "

Wu Chun nodded with a smile on his face.

In front of his colleagues, he finally saved some face.

"Master Wu, please."

"Master Yan, please."

"Master Zhang will invite you first."

The three of them humbled themselves and walked forward side by side, Wu Chun was slightly behind by half a step.

This is the official way.

All three of them are Qianhu officials.

But Yan Qianhu and Zhang Qianhu represent Huai'an Guard and Dongcheng Guard respectively.

He, Wu Chun, was called here only because he was Zhao Cheng's superior. Of course, he had to be half a step behind to show respect to the two guarding adults.

They thought that if they walked over, they would definitely be welcomed by all people.

The further they go, though, the more wrong they feel.

These ordinary people didn't even care about them at all.

They all turned their backs to them, and they were surrounding Huoludun Square, as if they were looking at something...

The smiles on the faces of the three froze immediately.

Wu Chun felt his face was burning... shameful!

This Zhao Cheng!What a child can't be taught!

"Go! Let's go and have a look!
What is it, is even more important than welcoming the Shangguan. "

Wu Chun was really angry.

……

People gathered around the square and on both sides of the road.

It was dark, but there was no sound.

Teams of strong sergeants, all in military uniform.

In the loudspeaker, low-pitched music was playing, which made people's mood heavy.

Eight sergeants, carrying a large coffin over their shoulders, walked out slowly in a neat step.

Their expressions are solemn and solemn.

Wu Chun and the three of them took a look from a distance, feeling a sense of respect in their hearts.

"Could it be that one of Mr. Zhao's close relatives passed away?
If that's the case, it's understandable. "

Wu Chun murmured.

"You old man! Can you speak?
Which relative in your family has died! "

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in front heard him and immediately turned his head and glared at him.

"Bold!"

A servant came out from behind Wu Chun and scolded him.

Wu Chun raised his hand to stop the servant.

He just wants to figure out the specific situation now.

"Little brother, don't be as knowledgeable as my subordinate, he is a rough man.

We are all guests of Zhao Baihu.

He came in a hurry, I don't know what happened to Zhao Baihu's place? "

Wu Chun made a gesture.

Another servant immediately stepped forward, took some copper coins, and stuffed them into the young man's hand.

"Seeing that you are also an official, you are so stingy!"

The young man took it, weighed it in his hand, curled his lips and put it away.

This sentence almost exploded Wu Chun.

You still scold me for taking my copper coins?
Fortunately, the young man didn't charge for nothing, and said:
"This is not Mr. Zhao, this is Wang Fang.

The street office said it was Mr. Zhao's instruction:
Every year in the future, today, which is the third day after Wang Fang's death, will be designated as the Martyr's Memorial Day.

On this day, all workshops in Qiangdi will be on holiday.

Everyone has to take to the streets to see off the fallen soldier Wang Fang. "

"A soldier who died in battle? Is it a military household who died in battle?"

Wu Chun blinked his eyes, unable to believe it.

"Is this Zhao Baihu crazy?"

Yan Qianhu also followed suit.

With their thinking, it is impossible to figure it out anyway.

To have such a big battle, to hold a funeral for a small military household?

Look at this posture, don't say that they are thousands of household officials, even if the garrison is killed in battle, they will not be treated like this!

"You man! If you dare to speak ill of Mr. Zhao, be careful not to get out of the strong place!"

The young man was really upset.

"For the sake of those few copper coins, I don't care about you.

But if someone with a bad temper hears your words, I'll beat you up! "

The faces of the three Qianhu adults were ashen.

How dare a small military household threaten to beat them?
But they still dare not say anything.

This strong place is full of weirdness.

Everyone wears clean clothes.

In the square, there were hundreds of Musketeers.

All of them look very sharp.

Wu Chun knew the power of those muskets.

I can't afford it!

They can only stand here and see what the hell this Zhao Baihu is doing.

……

Heavy coffins, painted with bright paint.

A red flag representing the strong military government was placed on the coffin.

Eight sergeants carried the coffin.

Behind, fifty sergeants walked forward, carrying muskets with bayonets, seeing off the martyrs.

The place where Wang Fang was buried hangs on a hillside a few miles south of Huoludun.

Here, you can overlook the strong ground.

Mr. Zhao said, this is the place where the martyrs live and guard.

When the coffin was carried out of Huodun, there were already several carriages waiting here.

Boom boom boom!
When the coffin was put on the carriage, rows of firecrackers fired into the sky to see the hero off.

"It's worth it!

Son, you deserve to die!

Master Guan is not as beautiful as you! "

Two of Wang Fang's former colleagues supported Wang Fang's mother.

The old lady sat on the ground paralyzed from crying.

In the pain of losing her son, she felt grateful for her son.

Such a grand funeral is really worth dying for!

If the son is there, he will definitely be able to enjoy wealth.

The coffin got on the carriage and drove slowly to the cemetery.

That piece of hillside was specifically marked out and called the Martyrs Memorial Park.

In front of Wang Fang's tombstone, there are wreaths one by one.

Every strong soldier stepped forward to light a Huazi and put it in front of Wang Fang's tombstone.

The small flag officer of Wang Fang's small flag is also the boy he grew up with in the village.

At this time, he took a bottle of Erguotou, unscrewed the cork, and poured it down in front of the tombstone. He was such a good man, crying so hard.

"Wang Fang, you bastard.

You still owe me a bottle of Erguotou!
I invited you last time.

You said that the food was paid, and Xiao Qi was invited to eat with us when we rested. Are you going to renege on the debt?

The two of us signed up together to join the Strong Land Army.

You said that although Master Zhao in our family is only a hundred households, in the future he will at least be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister!
We are going to be prosperous and rich together with Mr. Zhao! "

The little flag officer placed the wine bottle in front of the tombstone.

He took out another bag of peanuts, ate one by himself, and put one in front of the grave.

I don't want to leave for a long time.

"However, you boy is worth it!
In our village, people who died in the past were wrapped in mats and buried randomly on mass graves.

Your kid will be buried in a grand manner, and in his next life he will be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister! "

This is the concept of the ancients.

A grand burial means that the next life will be good.

(End of this chapter)