On February 13th, it turns into light rain.

On the streets of Shuofang East City, there was a drizzle like cows.

The neat and clean cement pavement, the pedestrians' steps were repeated one after another, and the shallow small puddles splashed from time to time, making it wet. I don't know whose trouser legs were.

The black tires pressed against the road, and the black classic car made a low engine sound, like a series of whine and sobs.

A gap was opened in the car window in the back seat, and the spring rain was carried in by the wind, hitting the boy's fair face, wetting the two long eyelashes.

"Erlang, your clothes are wet, so you'd better close the window."

Mu Ziyi's worried voice was a little hoarse, and Xi Yunfei nodded slightly and rolled the car window up.

"You." Mu Ziyi's handkerchief wiped off the water droplets from his face: "I'll arrive at the cemetery later, but don't look like this again. You are the backbone of everyone. If you are like this, then how should Li Yuan and the chief officer take care of themselves."

Upon hearing this, Xi Yunfei just nodded slightly, his eyes still looking out the window, his pupils dissipated.

The cemetery built by Shuofang is located next to Taohua Valley in the south of the city. It is a Feng Shui treasure land with beautiful mountains and rivers.

In the past two years, Shuofang's construction progress has accelerated year by year, and countless manors have covered many original cemeteries and tombs.

To this end, Xi Yunfei strongly called on everyone to move his cemetery to a unified cemetery.

The classic car slowly moved along the only concrete road up the mountain.

On the way, I met many people carrying incense and candle tributes. When I saw the classic car coming, I avoided it.

It is not Qingming Festival in Japan today. The reason why so many people have climbed the mountain is mainly because of the accident a few days ago.

Xi Yunfei did not ask them to block the news, but instead used the courtesy of a hero to inform them of the identities of the five dead craftsmen.

He even asked the "Zhiyin" publisher to write an eulogy for them, published it in the latest issue of "Zhiyin", and called on people from all over the city to attend the heroes' funerals in the cemetery.

There were many vehicles parked in the cemetery square on the mountainside at this time.

Xi Yunfei's arrival immediately attracted the attention of many people, many of which were representatives of aristocratic families, such as Cui Xian from the Cui family of Boling and Wang Huai from the Wang family of Taiyuan. When they saw Xi Yunfei, they all came up to meet him.

"Mr. I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so haggard?"

Cui Xian shook his head and said silently: "A man cannot be resurrected when he dies, but the husband actually does not need to blame himself."

Among the five dead, there was a child of the Cui family, who was qualified to comfort Xi Yunfei like this.

As for Wang Huai, he could only look at him helplessly and said, "Mr. Lang, the funeral is about to begin, so let's go up first."

Xi Yunfei reluctantly smiled and bowed to the two of them, thanking them for their arrival.

"Let's go."

The group, led by Xi Yunfei, walked towards the cemetery on the top of the mountain.

Shuofang Gongling almost occupies the area of ​​this entire mountain. The top of the mountain is the best Feng Shui location, and the people buried are all people who have made certain contributions to Shuofang.

The funeral of the five craftsmen was held at the hero's tomb on the top of the mountain. Those who can be buried here are all heroes from Shuofang and deserve the worship of all Shuofang people.

One hour later.

The people began to go down the mountain in an orderly manner.

Xi Yunfei and several friends were in the pavilion on the top of the mountain, burning paper money while drinking Qingming Han Food Wine.

Not far away, the crying of the deceased's family members was heartbreaking.

If they didn't go back, Xi Yunfei felt that he was not good enough and left like that.

After drinking a few glasses of cold wine, Xi Yunfei's face looked a little better.

Seeing this, Wang Huai added another cup to him and said, "I can't blame anyone for this. I heard from Brother Cui that studying those things is dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be in the middle of life and death."

"You don't need to comfort me." Xi Yunfei waved his hand, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, took a sip of cold air, and said, "If I were not mentally prepared, I wouldn't have opened any Gewufang."

When Cui Xian heard this, she smiled and said, "Yes, I have told them about this. It's like the martyrs on the battlefield. No one gives, so how can we have a safe life for everyone?"

Wang Huai stepped on Cui Xian's feet in anger and comforted him, saying something to tell me. What kind of martyrs are you going to do?

Cui Xian was stunned for a moment and picked up the wine awkwardly: "Mr. Lang, don't think so much. Come on, I'll have a drink with you."

After a few glasses of wine, I felt like I was in a much better mood.

Xi Yunfei looked at the families of the deceased, took a deep breath, and suddenly said, "I plan to build a foundation."

"foundation?"

"right."

Xi Yunfei pointed to those people and said, "The Foundation's service targets are the elderly, weak, women and children who have contributed to Shuofang, their men, sons, and fathers, who have dedicated their lives to Shuofang. I should take good care of them."

"This..." Wang Huai asked in confusion: "Hasn't Gewufang already given them corresponding compensation?"

Xi Yunfei glanced at him, shook his head and said, "It's different. Compensation is only temporary. Their lives are still long. It's impossible to live with just that little compensation."

"Just like that old Yang, his family is young and his wife is still ill, and the whole family is counting on his income and life. Now that he has left, the family has lost its pillar. No matter how much money they have, it will not work."

Cui Xian and Wang Huai looked at each other and nodded at the same time to express their understanding.

In this era, the importance of men is self-evident. Every man in the family carries it. No matter how rich he has at home, it is the original sin. Giving them money directly may not help them, but harming them.

Although Shuofang has good public security, it cannot prevent some vicious people.

"Then what are you going to do?" Wang Huai couldn't help asking.

Xi Yunfei thought for a while and said, "I plan to build a hero family resident in the south of the city to adopt hero families in such a situation as Lao Yang's family. The family resident will have special protective personnel to ensure their safety within twelve hours a day."

"In addition, I will also ask the people in the primary school hall to focus on the children of these heroes. In addition to preventing them from being bullied and ridiculed by other children, I will also give them the warmest care and the most comprehensive training."

"Of course, there are so many things I can do. That's all I can think of for the time being. If you two have any good suggestions, you can also help me consider them. Perhaps if I do this, it will not change the reality of their loss of family members, but at least it will allow me to face the dead heroes with dignity."

Wang Huai stared at Xi Yunfei's side face in a daze. At this moment, Xi Yunfei seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light.

"Okay, I'll help you think about it too." Wang Huai nodded and said, "It's true that we don't have much to do, but if we just want to make their lives better, I think with our current strength, we can still do it. The foundation you mentioned is me."
Chapter completed!