Yo, grandpa is here

Dafa Niang couldn't believe what she heard. She looked at Qingqing, her eyes turned red.

"Grandma Zu, what you said is true?"

Qingqing nodded, firmly held Dafa Niang's hand, and patted it.

"It's not that the men in your family have lost news, it's that the men in the whole village have lost news. I promise you, if we live, we want to see people, and if we die, we have to give us an explanation. At the latest, a few years ago, I and Grandpa of your family must give everyone a definite explanation."

"But it is said that the man in our village died on the battlefield. Why didn't a letter come back after so many years? Uncle Man Shan also asked so many times, and he said that he was gone." Whispered, his face is sad.

Who wants to be a widow?

Who doesn't hope that their man is still alive.

But for so many years, everyone has hoped again and again, and disappointed again and again. In the end, they can only enlighten themselves again and again. This is life.

To accept fate, to accept reality, people die on the battlefield.

"The two armies fought, and the dead people were piled up one by one, and the bones were piled up into mountains. Even if we went to find them, the higher-ups only said perfunctorily, no, the bones were buried on the spot. Uncle Man Shan thought about making some clothes. It just hasn’t been a good day.”

There are too many people who accept their fate, and if Dafa Niang insists on looking for her like this, she will become an outlier.

"It doesn't matter whether it is dead or alive, I want an exact data, and no one can try to perfuse me. Did you die in the battle? Or did you not find it on the march? These are all traceable. Take a step back and say, Even if all the boys in our village died for the country, policies and subsidies will be needed after all.”

When Qingqing and Buli were in the relationship with Zhao Sinara, they also took the opportunity of small talk to inquire about a few things.

All dynasties and generations have policy subsidies for the relatives of soldiers who died in battle. Even today's emperors favor women's chastity and encourage them to keep chastity to the end, but they also give preferential treatment to relatives of soldiers who died in battle and allow them to remarry. There will also be tax relief policies.

The regulations are so stipulated, but when it is implemented, it will become more tricky when it comes down layer by layer.

If the patriarch of the village can still function without leaving this kind of relationship, it is no problem to enjoy these policies, but if there are soft persimmons like Manshan, don't even think about it.

As for where the policy benefits that should have been given to the village went, don't ask, it's the mansion of Zhao Si and the gentlemen.

Out of self-interest, Zhao Si didn't say too much, but his subtlety, multiplied by three, was no match for Buli and Qingqing, and a few words were enough for Qingqing to play.

Today, the topic was raised by Dafa Niang, so Qingqing took the opportunity to let the conversation out.

The movement here attracted the villagers who were working, and everyone gathered around. Many people cried when they heard the grandmother of the clan said that they would solve this matter.

Everyone was mentally prepared, and felt that Grandma Zu's mention of this matter was probably going to set up the tomb of clothing a few years ago.

Over the years, everyone has gradually accepted the fact that the men are not there, but they always feel that the stone in their hearts will not fall if the clothes are not up.

Grandma Zu firmly said that she wanted definite news, and everyone automatically interpreted it as pessimistic, even if she was as determined as Dafa Niang, she didn't dare to think too optimistic.

"Grandpa Clan, someone is looking for you at the entrance of the village!"

Ermao ran over to communicate.

"Who?" Buli asked.

"You can't see your face. He is wearing a bamboo hat and leading the horse, and the veil covers his face."

on a horse?
Buli looked at Qingqing, Qingqing nodded, probably guessing who it was.

"Oh, by the way, he asked me to give this to Grandpa Zu, saying that you will know it when you see it." Er Mao spread out his hand, with a copper plate in his palm.

Unremarkable.

Just like all the copper plates he saw, there was really nothing special about them.

Qingqing looked at it but smiled knowingly.

He's more manly than expected, how dare he come directly to him.

"Go, go out and meet this great love in the world."

Qingqing waved to Buli, Buli was still calm on the surface, but in his heart he was full of dissatisfaction.

love?

Can you be more affectionate than yourself?

Beside the stone monument at the entrance of the village, a sturdy man is leading a horse, his eyes under the bamboo hat are full of vigilance, and even the slightest movement can make him uneasy.

He thought of many ways for the head of the family to appear on the stage, maybe leading the whole village with weapons in their hands, or laying in ambush on all sides and setting up traps everywhere.

What's more, he thought of a more exaggerated way of appearance, for example, the head of the Yu family in a black robe, holding a Taoist sword, and turning beans into soldiers——

After all, Dayu, an evil place, left him with too many painful memories.

The last time he brought his brothers here, he would never forget the tragic death of the chicken under the stele, and the ghostly uninhabited village before dawn.
The sound of laughter from behind made the man who was in deep thought vigilant for an instant, and put his hand on the knife at his waist.

Turning around, I followed the laughter and looked over, but I didn't see the huge army, murderous, and gloomy scene in my imagination.

On the path in the field, a figure in a blue shirt was slowly approaching the field.

The laughter came from behind him. The steady pace was in stark contrast to the crisp laughter. It was only when he got closer that he could see the clue. It turned out that the laughter was not from a calm scholar, but from the one on his back. Pretty lady.

The cloud that covered the sun seemed to be attracted by the laughter, and felt embarrassed to block the afternoon sun, so the cloud dispersed, and the warm and non-glare sunlight sprayed out, fell on the field, and shone on the special couple. of men and women.

Qingqing smiled and couldn't leave, because he told a super cold joke on the way here.

The joke itself is not funny, but what is funny is that he said it with an ice face without any emotion, and after he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Qingqing on his back, raised his eyebrows in confusion, as if asking, why don't you laugh?

The joke didn't make her laugh, he did.

So he lightly tapped his shoulder with a powder fist.

This scene fell in the eyes of the man in the hat, and a sudden emotion came to his heart. He obviously didn't have the complicated and exaggerated scenes in his imagination, but he didn't dare to be lighthearted.

The four big characters written by his wife with a pen suddenly appeared in his mind: From the Great Way to the Simple
In order to explain the true meaning of these four words to this reckless man, his wife talked about the laws of heaven and earth from the "Tao Te Ching", which made him drowsy and dizzy, as if he didn't understand.

When he saw the sun shining on the two people who became one, the man in the hat suddenly understood what his wife meant. The miraculous couple in front of him was worthy of these four words: Dao to Jane.

Qingqing jumped off her back with one leg, and she didn't want to meet this guest from Qingfengzhai in such an ugly way.
There are difficulties.

She, Chen Qingqing, was able to go up the mountain and down the river, but she tripped over a small rock and sprained her foot on her own territory. How could she say such a shameful thing?
Underneath all complex appearances, there is a simple core.All talented people have a simple heart like Qingqing, and all those who can make a fortune are willing to give their monthly tickets to Niuniumi. This is the way to simplicity.I am really the author of Rapeseed Flowers, and the philosophical issues are so simple for me to explain, um.