I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 274 Funeral
Shi Wanshan looked at Zhu Houxuan beside the mourning shed. Even though he had seen life and death and his heart no longer cared about many things and was as cold as ice, his heart was still getting a little hot.
He knew the three soldiers who died, and one of them was someone he often dealt with.

After meeting the relatives and children of the victims today, he felt even more distressed.
At this time, Zhu Houxun appeared. He also knew that Zhu Houxun was the emperor's younger brother. After seeing Zhu Houxun, he was a little bit unbelievable. After hearing what Zhu Houxun said, he was even more unbelievable, but he had to believe it.
Emperor, prince.

In his eyes, they were all people in heaven, very far away from them, and their identities were vastly different. One was in heaven, and the other rolled in the mud. And now, the people in heaven would actually attend the funeral of little people like them who grew out of the mud.
How could this not make him feel warm in his heart?
"Before coming, His Majesty said to me: 'The soldiers of the new army are all great. It is because of their hard work and dedication that the people of the Ming Dynasty can eat cheap salt. They are heroes of the people of the Ming Dynasty!'" Zhu Houzhao continued to shout.

The expressions of the soldiers around him changed a little. Everyone straightened their chests and showed pride on their faces.
They all participated in the salt protection operation some time ago, and they all understood the significance of everything they did. Zhu Houxuan's words today completely defined their previous actions, which made them even more proud.
"Your Majesty also said: The brothers who sacrificed their lives are also heroes. Maybe they were unknown when they were born, but they must die in a blaze of glory!" Zhu Houxuan said, waving his hands.

Zhu Houxuan had seen too many scenes of winning people's hearts in his previous life, so he was familiar with this.
The emotions of the surrounding new army soldiers were all moved by his words, and many of them had red eyes...

After Zhu Houxuan finished speaking, he walked off the stage and waved to the host of the funeral...

"The hero's funeral is coming!" shouted the funeral host.

Zhu Houxuan also brought a professional funeral team from the Royal Group this time. The reason why we say professional is that with the safety conditions of this era, the frequency of safety accidents is still relatively high, especially in steel mills, which have deaths every month. Therefore, Zhu Houxuan has been paying close attention to safety issues.

Regardless of ancient or modern times, people have attached great importance to funerals. Therefore, in order to boost the morale of the workers, the Royal Group held relatively grand funerals for the deceased workers and attached great importance to the sense of ceremony, so there is such a professional funeral team.

The coffins were carried onto the hearse one by one, and Zhu Houxuan personally placed a red flag with the word "Ming" written on it on the coffin.
As the coffin moved, the family members' cries, which had already become weak, suddenly became louder.
The number of family members of the three victims varied, some had more than a dozen, and some had only an orphan and a widow, who simply could not gather eight people to carry the coffin.
Zhu Houxuan saw that the daughter of the three orphans and widows was only four or five years old and not even as tall as the wheels of the hearse, so he walked forward, picked up the girl, and carried the coffin with her.
Zhu Houxuan's actions shocked everyone present.
"No, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, you are of noble status."

Even the girl's mother said anxiously: "Your Majesty, please put my daughter down, so as not to dirty your clothes."

"It's okay," Zhu Houxuan said gently, "Let me carry the warrior's coffin and send him off for the last time. This is also the emperor's request, let me carry the warrior's coffin on his behalf."

The girl's mother started crying again when she heard this.
The soldiers around him looked at Zhu Houxuan with different eyes.
Zhu Houxuan held the girl in his arms, looked around, and shouted, "Where are Wang Dagui's comrades? Come and see him off for the last time."

"Me! I'm his captain." A soldier with tears all over his face squeezed out of the crowd.
"I! I am." "I!"

At once, there were many people responding, and soon there were eight people to carry the coffin.
The hearse slowly moved forward, and the funeral band brought by Zhu Houxuan also played funeral music.
Everyone was immersed in sorrow, except for the soldiers who glanced at Zhu Houxuan's back with a hint of respect in their eyes.
The funeral procession did not move fast, but soon arrived at the martyrs' cemetery, which was not far from the military camp.
The stone tombstone was ready, the grave was dug, and the funeral procession unloaded the coffin from the hearse and placed it in the grave.
"Soldiers Wang Dagui, Bian Jincheng, and Hu Shouzhong died heroically in the process of suppressing Xiongfeng Village. They fought bravely and performed their duties conscientiously in the battle, and they are worthy of the honor of being soldiers of the New Army. Their tablets will be moved to the Martyrs' Shrine, where they will be worshipped forever," Zhu Houxuan said loudly.

"salute!"

All the soldiers present put their right hands hard on their chests, and bursts of sobbing were heard in the team.

"Shot!"

Fifteen musketeers in full armor walked out of the crowd, pointed their muskets loaded with blanks at the sky, and fired twelve shots in unison.
"Fire the cannon!"

Six guns were pushed out from the crowd. This time they were only loaded with propellant, not live ammunition. The six guns fired three salvos.
The huge sound echoed in the surroundings. The people present smelled the gunpowder smoke that had not yet dissipated, and suddenly they all understood what Zhu Houxuan meant by leaving in a grand manner.
Then Zhu Houxuan personally filled the tomb with a shovel of soil symbolically.
The grand funeral procession was completed quickly.

Zhu Houxuan stood on the newly built platform with an iron trumpet and shouted: "Before I came, His Majesty specifically asked me not to let the families of the heroes shed blood and tears. Those who died this time will be awarded the title of martyrs, and their families will receive pensions."

The pension for the new army is 50 taels of silver, but it will not be paid out all at once. 20 taels will be paid out in the first year, and the remaining 30 taels will be paid out at 5 taels per year, and it will be paid out in six years.

This is the result of the Royal Group's practice, because 50 taels of silver is already a large sum of money, especially when it is directly given to orphans and widows. This amount of money is completely a disaster, and many people will take risks for this, so the Royal Group has such a rule.
"Not only that, the children of martyrs can go to school for free in the Royal Group, and the Royal Group will provide a job for the martyrs' surviving relatives so that they will not suffer from poverty," Zhu Houxuan continued to shout.

Such generous pension conditions are naturally beyond people's expectations. Everyone knows that Huanghai Group has generous treatment, which makes everyone start to admire it.
"Your Majesty also told me that we must not forget the soldiers who were injured for the country. They were seriously injured and can no longer serve, so we must take good care of their lives. Therefore, the Royal Group will also provide jobs for soldiers who retired due to injuries." Zhu Houxuan said solemnly.

"Buzz!" The soldiers were all shocked. This honor and treatment after the sacrifice really exceeded their expectations. It was really shocking.
"With such a good funeral, posthumous honors and posthumous treatment, I have no regrets in dying. If I could have such a scene when I die, I would be willing to die!" Shi Laosi said, shaking his head with great emotion.

Shi Wanshan looked at Zhu Houxuan's figure and the stained dragon robe on him, and nodded in agreement. He had seen too many people who died in mining being hastily buried wrapped in a straw mat. This was still better. The ones who died here had coffins, funerals, and tombstones.
(End of this chapter)