The days when I fished in Daming

Chapter 124 Burial or Cremation
"Tiling, we are all strong young men in our twenties and thirties, so you can rest assured."

Looking at these strong boys in their twenties and thirties, Zheng Xiong had a look of disbelief. With this old appearance, people in their thirties and forties would believe it.

Facing Zheng Xiong's suspicious look, the civilian husband wanted to explain one or two things, but he didn't know where to start.

"Withdrawal, we have all registered it. If you don't believe it, you can go and check it."

"Check or forget it, that's it!"

Looking at the old appearance of the crowd, Zheng Xiong lacked interest. Year-round labor really devastated an ordinary person. Comparing people of this age in later generations, the gap cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

It's like watching a star on TV who goes to the countryside to visit the elderly, and the old-looking one is called grandma, but the star is older, and the old one still calls him brother and sister.

There is no comparison between people, Zheng Xiong is not a saint, it is not bad to try hard to manage his own mess, he has done a lot of things in the pharmacy, and he is worthy of living a new life.

The people's livelihood is so difficult, Zheng Xiong dare not think too much, who can live better than whom.

Doctors perform operations, one for three, and there are dozens of people who are seriously injured and dying. One person performs the operation and three people assist, so it is not a big problem.

The little official ran over, and Zheng Xiong's requests were all satisfied, not to mention Zheng Xiong's own capital, but the blacklist from the pharmacy made Ti Tiao fearful.

As a human being, apart from moral constraints, what you do is often for yourself, such as raising children for old age, including the piece of paper with blood.

Regarding morality, it is more reasonable to put on this coat.

The matching process was relatively smooth, and many civilian husbands were called, so the matching was relatively fast.

The paired doctor led the person into the operation, and the chickens were also slaughtered, and the intestines were processed and sent to the doctor.

Zheng Xiong was idle for a while, and counted ants with the little official.

There were a few screams from time to time in the camp, but Zheng Xiong's mood of counting ants could not be shaken.

Before the sun was about to set, all the operations were basically completed, and the whole camp was a little more lively and wailing.

The reason for the quick work is the simple and rude technique, which saves a lot of time.

There is no place to stay in the camp, Zheng Xiong left half of the people on duty, and the rest was brought back to the place reserved by Yanmen for accommodation.

On the first day of the operation, more people are reserved just in case, and one-on-one service can provide better treatment.

Early the next morning, Zheng Xiong took the rested doctor to the camp for handover.

The yawning doctor suppressed his drowsiness and told Zheng Xiong one by one.

"Tiring, several people had high fever and shortness of breath after the operation, and the urine was blood-red and white. Some people have already left, and some are dying now."

Time is fate, manpower is sometimes poor, fate is impermanent, how many people die in the world every day, who can come and be sad, they are all passing by in a hurry, we can only work hard to live longer, and leave without leaving regrets.

"Are you still awake? If so, ask them if they have any other wishes, and I will convey them to them."

"Yes, this subordinate will ask."

"Go back and rest first, you have worked hard all day and night, let the rest take over."

"Thank you for your compassion."

After speaking, the doctor, who was already too sleepy, hurried back to rest, and the doctor who handed over made an inquiry.

"Do you still have any wish? We have already mentioned it. If you have any wish, you can bring it up and convey it."

"Thank you so much, I'm so cheap, I don't dare to bother you to withdraw my claim, I just want to let the young and old at home ~can~ receive the pension of my ~death, and I will be satisfied."

Before the doctor could say anything more, the wounded soldier died, and there were several other cases of the same situation.

After hearing the doctor's report, Zheng Xiong stood there for a moment, calmed down, and then replied.

"Go to other places first to see if there is anything that needs help, and go to help."

"Yes, withdraw."

After giving the order, Zheng Xiong found a few soldiers who stayed behind.

"A few people have left just now. Before leaving, I made a small request. I hope that the pension can be given to the whole family. You can help convey it."

"Yes."

What should be said, Zheng Xiong will never say much about what should not be said, and he should be cautious in his words and deeds in matters in the army.

"See how to deal with these corpses."

"What we can do is to find a place to bury them. Speaking of them, they are not bad. If there are not many, we can put up a tombstone for them, and they can enjoy incense for a few years. Those who died in the battle are buried on the spot. Except for their family members, I am afraid that no one will remember their existence!"

Hearing Xiao Bing's emotion, Zheng Xiong felt a little uncomfortable. Heroes are unknown.

"You are all good, it doesn't matter if you don't have a name, as long as you do it, you will be a hero. People are lighter than feathers or dead are heavier than Mount Tai."

"Thinking that your majesty has you restoring our Han clothes, all Han people will remember your achievements, and your descendants will regard you as glory."

"The little ones can't afford to accept the award. I just hope that the world will be peaceful as soon as possible, and I will be satisfied with living a stable life."

"Well, if there are no taboos, the few of them have land to check, and they can also burn their ashes to return to their roots. How to do it is up to you, and this official is just talking about it."

After saying this, Zheng Xiong left, and the guards watched Zheng Xiong leave quietly.

Then he took his companions and carried out the wounded soldiers who had died. There was not much sadness, only the empathy of the death of the rabbit and the fox.

There are not many people who can treat people as human beings, and the same person is different. Zheng Xiong left a deep impression on this soldier. It is really hard to find an official who has the patience to talk so much to a soldier.

Xiaobing told Zheng Xiong's words to his companion, who was silent, and then replied.

"The body is hairy and skinned. Parents don't dare to hurt it. It's the beginning of filial piety. But it's human nature for fallen leaves to return to their roots. This is not on a battlefield. We can't tell the enemy from ourselves. I don't know how to deal with this situation."

"Since the Song and Yuan Dynasties, cremation has been banned. Isn't it inappropriate for us to do this?"

In the third year of Jianlong in the early Song Dynasty, the emperor ordered the prohibition of folk cremation because "the barbarian law has been followed since modern times, and more deaths were cremated", but the effect was minimal.

In the 27th year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, the officials wrote to Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, saying: "There is a so-called cremation in today's folk customs,... burnt and discarded...the burned person is placed in water", thinking that such funeral customs are contrary to Confucianism and the Confucianism system initially established by Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Shao Yong, and Er Cheng.

Therefore, he also requested to ban cremation, but this measure, which had been promulgated long ago, was equivalent to a dead letter among the people, and it had little effect when the country was destroyed in the Song Dynasty.

The subsequent Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties also vigorously banned cremation, but they all received varying degrees of indifference from the people. From the repeated bans on cremation in Ningxia, Sichuan, and Jiangnan in "Marco Polo's Travels", to the customary cremation custom in Hangzhou in the Qing Dynasty's "Rizhilu", the folks ignored the government's ban on cremation.

I have to say that people in our country are somewhat rebellious. Modern times advocate cremation and want burial.

Who is right and who is wrong, who can tell clearly, the needs are different, and the decisions made are not the same.

(End of this chapter)