Feng Jinbo was scolded by Duan Zetao and quickly took out his cell phone to call Wu Zhanhui and asked him to go directly to Xiejiaao Village. However, he was also careful and did not follow Duan Zetao's instructions to let Wu Zhanhui return the police force brought by Wu Zhanhui. In this way, even if Duan Zetao encounters any danger in Xiejiaaochun, there is always a policeman who is safe. After making the call, Feng Jinbo quickly chased Duan Zetao and the others who had already walked far away.
Master Zhuzi also noticed Duan Zetao and the others followed, a light flashed in his eyes, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he deliberately accelerated his pace, and chose a difficult mountain road to walk. The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk. Duan Zetao and Hu Tielong practiced martial arts all year round and could barely keep up. Zhou Junlong and Feng Jinbo were so tired that they were panting, not only did they fall several times, but their clothes were hung by the thorns on the mountain.
In order to keep up with Master Zhuzi, Duan Zetao was worried about leaving Zhou Junlong and Feng Jinbo behind and had an accident, so he asked Hu Tielong to stay and take care of them. He followed him first, and they rushed over. Hu Tielong also knew Duan Zetao's skills, and Master Zhuzi was also an open-minded person, so he nodded and stopped and waited for Zhou Junlong and Feng Jinbo behind to follow him.
Zhuziye, who was walking in front, secretly praised that most government officials today are not diligent and have no grains. They usually have special cars when going out and elevators when going upstairs. Not to mention walking such a rugged and difficult mountain road, they will pant even if they walk a few more steps on the flat road. However, the young official behind him has been following him slowly for no more than a hundred meters away, and he can't get rid of it. Moreover, the mountain people around him who have been hiking in the mountains for many years are a little panting, but he is still so calm and effortless.
From a distance, I can see a residential area in the opposite forest. There is Xiejiaao Village. In addition to the few brick and tile buildings, most of them are low mud brick houses, and there are even many thatched houses. It can be seen that the villagers here do not live in wealth.
The most eye-catching thing is a three-story western-style building on the hillside. The outside is covered with exquisite ceramic tiles, and the tiles are also rare in the countryside. They look very fashionable. There is the home of the village chief Xie Baping. However, if you are careful enough, you will find that there are several small thatched huts on the top of the mountain, which are very inconspicuous, but it can be built above the Xie Baping family's house. No need to guess, except for the Zhuziye, who has a unique and respectable status in Xiejiaao Village, who can have such a status?
When we arrived at the entrance of the village, there was a group of women and children waiting there, and the pillars we had seen before were among them. It turned out that the group of women learned that their men were going to stop the high-ranking official from above and were worried that something would happen, so they gathered at the entrance of the village and were anxious. It happened that Master Zhuzi took Zhuzi to pull the cart to the nearest road back to the village. After hearing about this, he threw the cart to rescue the yard immediately, and then met Duan Zetao again.
Seeing that their men had returned safely, the women immediately came up happily, dragging one to their homes, and Xie Baping also took his several of his horse-boys home to discuss, while Master Zhuzi held Zhuzi's hand and walked towards the thatched hut on the top of the mountain.
Zhuzi looked at Duan Zetao who was following behind curiously, pulled the corner of Zhuzi's clothes, and whispered: "Grandpa, the high-ranking official who helped us push the cart is following behind!"
Master Zhuzi nodded, but ignored Duan Zetao and pulled Zhuzi to his home on the mountain. Duan Zetao still followed slowly and followed a bluestone road to the top of the mountain.
There was a cement mattress outside the door of the thatched hut. It was cleaned very clean, and the corners of the wall were filled with dry firewood. Master Zhuzi still ignored Duan Zetao and walked straight to the corner to chop firewood. Duan Zetao was also a little bored, so he looked around the surrounding environment and was suddenly attracted by the neat row of graves in front of the house.
There are ten graves, all of which are neatly tidy and elegant. They are not as tidy as ordinary graves, and they are very neat. Obviously, people often weed and clean the graves. Ten green pine trees are planted behind the ten graves. The mouths of the bowls are thick and they are very lush and the branches are growing, as if they are sheltering the tomb below from wind and rain.
Several stone benches were placed in front of each grave, and mountain fruits and wine glasses were also enshrined in front of the grave. It seemed like the people in the grave were gathering. The mountain fruits were very fresh and obviously changed frequently. It was said that with Zhuzi, a naughty child, these mountain fruits were difficult to keep, but Zhuzi seemed to have no appetite for these delicious mountain fruits and didn't look here.
Duan Zetao became even more and more strange. Most people would put their graves in graves far away from their homes, and would go to the festival to celebrate during the Qingming Festival or the New Year. After all, it was a bit unlucky to see a row of graves when they opened the door every day. Unless they were close relatives or had deep feelings for the people in the tomb, they would put the graves near their homes.
But when he first met Master Zhuzi, he clearly said that his son and wife were working outside the city, and only he and Master Zhuzi and Grandpa were dependent on each other in the family. If the grave was buried in Zhuzi's grandmother and at most a grave, how could so many close relatives come from?!
Duan Zetao could not suppress his curiosity and walked towards the ten graves, preparing to see what was going on. When he reached the grave, he saw a stone tablet erected in front of each grave, with eight powerful big characters written on it, "Anti-Japanese Heroes, Tomb of the Martyrs"!
It turns out that the tomb is Zhuzi's comrades-in-arms who were in the anti-Japanese war! Duan Zetao suddenly realized that only this kind of shared life and death relationship would make Zhuzi's comrades-in-arms miss him, and would bury his comrades-in-arms' tomb in front of his own door, guarding and cleaning every day! Duan Zetao's respect for this old anti-Japanese hero suddenly rose to the peak.
Duan Zetao, the heroic soul of the martyr buried in this tomb, also had great respect for Duan Zetao. Without these revolutionary martyrs, there would be no Republic today. It was they who created a new China with their flesh and blood! Duan Zetao bowed deeply to the ten martyrs' tombs one by one.
Master Zhuzi kept watching coldly. When he saw Duan Zetao's actions, he sneered again. The young senior official started to pretend again, and his impression of Duan Zetao was even worse.
Duan Zetao was filled with another question at this time. Why did these ten tombs only write the tomb of martyrs, but not the names of martyrs?! His question was quickly answered. When he reached the last tomb, he saw another large stone tablet with the words "The Martyrs' Tombstone of the Battle of Changshan" written on it. There were dozens of names underneath, and the passage of the Battle of Changshan. It turned out that the tomb was not buried in the tomb, but dozens of martyrs!