God Level Farm

After walking on this path for a while, Song Lao stopped and watched for a long time. Loving novels.しωχ520.

The place he was looking for should be a place he hadn't been to for many years. With the passage of time, man-made development, and some changes in the topography near the village, he also needed to search carefully.

Song Lao walked forward a little bit uncertainly, and when he saw a big pine tree between the two mountain ridges on the opposite side, he finally showed a hint of joy, and said to himself: "It seems that I am not wrong. place!"

After speaking, Song Lao's speed increased slightly, and soon the group walked about a mile into the mountain along the path.

Then Song Lao found a sheep intestine that was almost flooded with weeds.

Seeing that Song Lao seemed to be going into the path, Huang Fang hurriedly signaled his two subordinates to open the way ahead - this path can only be paralleled by two people at most, and there are overgrown weeds. If there is a snake or something hiding in it, it will be a big trouble. .

Song Rui carefully supported Song Lao and asked, "Grandpa, why are you bringing us to this barren mountain?"

Song Lao showed a look of nostalgia in his eyes and said, "You will know when you arrive."

This sheep intestines trail is not easy to walk. Everyone's walking speed is much slower. After walking for about ten minutes, Song Lao also showed a trace of fatigue.

Xia Ruofei said quickly: "Chief, sit down and rest for a while!"

"It doesn't matter, I can do it!" Song Lao waved his hand slightly and said breathlessly.

Director Lu also showed a hint of helplessness. Not to mention Old Song, even he himself, who was a little older, felt a little overwhelmed.

But when the old man speaks, everyone can only obey.

Xia Ruofei took out a mineral water bottle from his carry-on bag and said, "Sir, then you can take a drink! It's all here, so don't be in a hurry."

Song Lao smiled and took the mineral water bottle and said, "Okay! Then listen to Xiao Xia!"

Here is the petal solution prepared by Xia Ruofei in advance and diluted with a large amount of space pool water. Although the ingredients of strange flower petals are very small, it is no problem for the old man to drink it to restore some physical strength.

After Song Lao drank half a bottle of water, he returned the bottle to Xia Ruofei.

He got up and said, "Let's go! My old man is not tired! You should be fine!"

Director Lu said quickly: "No problem! Chief,

You pay attention to your feet. "

So the group continued to walk into the mountains.

After walking for another ten minutes, Song Lao finally stopped and said, "This is it!"

Everyone stopped and saw that this place was overgrown with grass, and there was nothing special about it at all.

But Song Lao has already walked into the grass next to him.

After Song Lao cleared the weeds, everyone saw a mottled tombstone exposed.

"Chief, this is..." Director Lu couldn't help asking.

Song Lao looked at the tomb, which was completely submerged in weeds, and sighed: "Here lies one of my comrades in arms..."

Everyone was stunned, this small tomb bag hidden in the weeds is actually a martyr's tomb?

Xia Ruofei took the lead in reacting, and walked up quickly and said, "Everyone, come and help!"

Director Lu and others also hurried forward to help clean up together.

The number of people is strong, and the weeds around the wild grave were quickly cleaned up, and a clean open space was also cleared in front of the tomb.

A weathered mottled stone tablet with a small grave behind it.

If Song Lao hadn't said it, no one would have thought that a martyr was buried here.

The handwriting on the stone tablet is still faintly recognizable.

It reads "The Tomb of Martyr Yan Xiaodong" in big characters, and next to it is a line of small characters, which reads a series of troop codes, and the hometown of Martyr Yan Xiaodong "Donggao Village, Xingguo County, Jiangxi Province".

This Martyr Yan Xiaodong actually came from that famous "General County".

Song Lao stared at the tombstone for a while, then turned around and said, "Xiao Rui, take out the things I asked you to prepare!"

Song Rui quickly took off the backpack and took out cigarettes, liquor, yellow paper, candles and other items from it.

It was only at this time that he realized that his grandfather asked him to prepare these items when he was in Sanshan City, originally to pay tribute to his comrades in arms.

Song Lao personally placed the sacrifices in front of the grave, and then lit incense and candles. He also lit three Huaxia brand cigarettes and inserted them into the soil in front of the grave. Then he poured three glasses of wine and silently sprinkled them on the ground.

Song Rui helped burn the paper money, and everyone stood silently, not disturbing the old man who remembered his comrades.

After a long while, Song Lao sighed, stared at the tombstone and said, "The army continued to move south after the liberation of Chong'an County. Although the enemy army was defeated, the terrain in this area is complex, with high mountains and dense forests, so there are still small groups of troops. Went into the mountains and became a bandit, so our troops were left to clear the remaining enemies."

When Song Lao spoke, his eyes were very erratic, as if he had traveled through time and returned to the years when the smoke was filled with gunpowder.

"Xiaodong was only nineteen years old when he died, and he was my security guard." Song Lao said, "At that time, I was escorting supplies with a dozen soldiers, and was ambushed by the enemy here. Xiaodong blocked that for me. A deadly bullet..."

Everyone was silent, Xia Ruofei looked at the dilapidated tombstone silently, in those days when the flames were full of flames, countless martyrs fell on the road one after another, as their descendants, former soldiers, Xia Ruofei always has these in his heart. The martyrs held great reverence.

Song Lao continued: "He was only nineteen years old! There were only 8 enemies in total that day, and a cheap bullet killed him. I still remember him telling me intermittently before his death: Company commander, tell me My mother, my son can't be filial to her..."

Speaking of this, Song Lao's eyes couldn't help but get wet.

As soon as he succeeds, his bones will die, and there must be many comrades-in-arms that Song Lao has experienced in his life, but this experience has become an indelible mark on his life.

Director Lu couldn't help but said: "Chief, why is there no one to take care of and manage the resting place of Martyr Yan Xiaodong? This..."

Song Lao said indifferently: "This monument was erected when I came to pay homage to Xiaodong thirty years ago. At that time, there was only one wooden board marking this location... There used to be troops stationed nearby, and people came to visit the tomb every year. , it may be that the army's defense was adjusted and transferred! It looks like Xiaodong's tomb has been abandoned for many years..."

"What do the local governments do!" Director Lu said indignantly, "Sir, I'll call the relevant comrades in Southeast Province right away, this is outrageous!"

Song Lao waved his hand and said, "Xiao Lu, no need. As soon as you show up, things will change. At that time, a large group of people will come to the door to review and admit their mistakes one by one. Maybe in order to please me, there will be a lot of construction here. Rebuilding tombs, erecting statues, etc. goes against my original intention, and I don't think Xiaodong wants that either."

"But..." Director Lu found it difficult to understand.

Song Lao said lightly, "I believe Xiaodong is more willing to silently watch over the green mountains and rivers he once fought for."

Then Song Lao said: "Speaking of which, I also have a responsibility. At the beginning, I just didn't want to make things sour, so I didn't come out to say hello in person. The tombs of the brothers have been abandoned like this."

Xia Ruofei was also quite emotional in his heart - the old leaders of Song Lao and his generation really can be said to have no selfish thoughts at all.

It would be unimaginable if it were replaced by a small number of officials now.

Xia Ruofei thought for a while and said, "Sir, I suggest that we repair this martyr's tomb with private funds without disturbing the local government, and hire a villager nearby to come and maintain it regularly." (To be continued.)