In the early morning, there were already many people standing in front of Taiping House outside the city. Although some people knew that it was closed today when they reserved a seat in advance, there were also many people who came here on a whim, so when they heard that

It's inevitable to be disappointed when you go out of business.

"You guys are all idle. Why don't you open the door if you have anything to do?"

Such questions arise from time to time.

"We have something to do." The shop assistant standing in front of the door said with a somewhat sad expression. "Our boss has passed away. Today is the time when their coffin returns to his hometown. We all have to pick it up."

After he finished speaking, many people walked out of the backyard. Although they were not wearing sackcloth or mourning, they all held mourning flags and white flags in their hands.

Seeing them coming out, the shop assistant stopped talking to everyone and ran over to stand in the queue.

Sure enough, there was a funeral.

Everyone had no choice but to disperse.

"I'm sorry, everyone." The shopkeeper bowed and said, apologizing again and again, while pointing to a few wine jars and a stack of bowls placed on the roadside, "I will distribute wine for everyone to eat later. If nothing happens,

If you want, you can have a bowl.”

Most people who come here to eat don't care about the free bowl of wine, not to mention what good can loose wine be.

Some people smiled and shook their heads and left, but not all of them left. Some people who had nothing to do, and some who were really greedy for drinks stayed behind. They stood on the roadside and looked at these people curiously.

"Isn't your boss Mr. Chen?"

"Why did your boss pass away?"

"You mentioned them just now. Did you have several employers? Did you even pass away together?"

Everyone asked questions one after another.

"Our boss is a brave member of the northwest army. In May, we lived and died together with the city in an offensive and defensive battle. Five of our bosses died in the battle," the shopkeeper said.

The people in the capital still knew about the battle in May. After all, it was a big war. Soldiers announcing the good news shouted throughout the city, and there was a three-day drama in the bell, drum, and temples in the city.

It turned out that he died in that battle.

I really didn't expect that Taipingju's boss would go to the Northwest Front and die in battle. There really is no other explanation other than a good man who served the country with passion.

Everyone sighed. With this reason, more and more people were waiting on the roadside. After all, this was a talking point.

Everyone was talking in low voices and looking curiously towards the road.

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"Master Fan."

A man came forward and saluted.

"Everything is fine."

Fan Jianglin looked ahead. Five carts and five coffins were neatly placed on them. The horses pulling the carts also carried white cloths.

He turned his head again and saw that his wife had also changed into filial piety. Although the baby in his arms was young, he was wearing a filial piety, but the child did not know the joys and sorrows. At this time, his rosy face was full of smiles.

Fan Jianglin reached out and hugged the child.

The child was babbling and reached out to touch his face.

These days, the baby has become familiar with them by eating and sleeping with them. In the baby's heart, these are his parents, and even if someone tells him his real parents when he grows up, he will never have the slightest impression of them.

, the only thing I can remember is a name.

Fan Jianglin looked close to the child's face with red eyes.

The stubble rubbed gently on the child's face, which was a kind of teasing to the child, and he chuckled.

The coffin, white flags, linen filial piety cloth, and children's laughter, this scene has a strange beauty.

Fan Jianglin took a deep breath, hugged the child well, and took the spiritual flag with one hand.

"Brothers, let's go home." He raised his voice and shouted in a long tone.

Accompanying his shout, the followers who followed around raised the paper money in the basket, flying like snow.

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"Coming, coming."

The people in front of Taipingju didn't wait too long when they heard someone shouting.

At the same time, a horse galloped up.

"The heroic spirit returns, the heroic spirit returns." The people on the horse shouted loudly and galloped to report.

Accompanied by this shout, the carriages and horses behind them slowly appeared in people's sight.

"My boss."

The shopkeeper let out a wail and fell to his knees sobbing.

The waiters behind him knelt down and sobbing in unison, and a group of people began to scatter paper money.

"My boss, have a good trip."

They shouted in unison at a prolonged tone.

The originally noisy crowd became quiet, and their expressions became solemn amid the paper money flying in the sky, especially when the funeral procession approached and saw the child in front of it who was held by a man. Although no one introduced him, everyone looked at the clothes.

I also knew that this was the orphan of one of the five people who died in the car.

Fan Jianglin turned a blind eye to the people worshiping on the roadside. He just rode on his horse and held the child in his arms, looking ahead. He carried the spiritual flag on his shoulders and fluttered in the wind. The child in his arms opened his hands and shouted at the spiritual flag.

"It's so pitiful." The passers-by onlookers couldn't help but sigh, while the women couldn't help but wipe away their tears.

"Why should a man with such money and career become a soldier?"

"Is he a soldier? Not a general?"

"You are a general. He is a soldier. If you die in battle, your death will be in vain. I heard that you won't even receive a reward."

"Oh my god, my god, isn't this too much?"

"How did you die in battle? Tell me quickly."

The crowd of onlookers began to talk and point at the marching team.

And several soldiers walking in the team could not hide their surprise.

They had known that the seven people from Maoyuan Mountain were the owners of a shop in the capital. They filled the barracks with gifts during the holidays, not to mention the semi-annual bonuses, which some people saw with their own eyes amounted to tens of thousands.

Tens of thousands of gold. For Northwest China, many generals have not reached this level of wealth.

But many people are still doubtful. After all, with such wealth, who would work hard in front of the battle, leaving the gold and silver rich to make a living that they don't know when they will lose their lives.

Maybe they just happened to make a fortune in the capital.

At this moment, seeing these people greeting him and the roaring screams of his employer, a few soldiers finally believed him.

That's the restaurant, right?

It looks very good, and indeed there is industry.

Several soldiers had mixed feelings in their hearts: pity, sadness, and indescribable envy.

This short stretch of road passed quickly. Those who were kneeling on the roadside crying in mourning stood up and automatically followed the car in order. The number of white flags increased a lot, and the flying paper money became more dense.

The funeral procession has left, and the people on the roadside have to disperse.

"Come, come, everyone, please accept the wine as a thank you." The five people left behind in the Taiping Residence said as they began to distribute bowls to everyone.

Some people answered and some hesitated but didn't answer.

"This is the wine brewed by my boss. It is not sold to the outside world. It is unique in the world. It is said to be the best liquor." Someone said, picking up the wine jar and paused here, "So the drinker is still a bad drinker.

Just try it briefly."

These words made the people around who were about to disperse suddenly gather together again.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"We are not lying. We don't know what others are saying. We are just hired to distribute the wine." The man smiled and reached out to push open the lid of the wine jar.

“It smells so good!”

"It smells good, give me a taste!"

"There are only these two jars, and they will be gone after you drink them. They are not for sale. They were specially brewed by the big boss for the dead bosses."

The wine was poured into the big bowl one by one, and many hands reached out to take it away.

Most people raised their heads and drank heavily.

Suddenly there was a roar.

"So strong!"

With howls, someone fell to the ground.

"Someone's drunk!"

"Oh my god, no way. I poured a bowl of wine! Do you know how to drink?"
To be continued...