God Level Farm

After advancing a long way on this small road, Song Lao stopped to wait and see for a long time.

The place he was looking for should have not been visited for many years. The years have changed and man-made development. The terrain and landscape near the village have also undergone some changes, so he also needs to look carefully.

Song Lao walked a little while indefinitely. When he saw a large pine tree between the two mountain beams, he finally showed a hint of joy. He said to himself: "It seems that there is no mistake. local!"

After the talk, Song Lao’s speed of travel was slightly faster, and soon the pedestrian walked along the path to the mountains.

Then Song found a path that was almost drowned by weeds.

Huang Fang sees Song Lao seems to be going inside the trail, and quickly indicates that the two subordinates are opening the road in front. This path can only be two people in parallel, and the weeds are crowded. If there is a snake in it, the trouble is big.

Song Rui carefully supported Song Lao and asked: "Grandpa, what are you doing with us to this wild mountain?"

In the eyes of Song, there was a fascinating look in his eyes: "You will know when you arrive."

This is not a good way to go, everyone's progress is much slower, almost ten minutes, Song Lao also showed a trace of fatigue.

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

"It doesn't matter, I can do it!" Song Lao said with a slight pant and waved his hand.

Director Lu also showed a hint of helplessness. This way, let’s not say that Song is old, even his own slightly older person feels that he can’t afford it.

But when the old man spoke, everyone naturally could only obey.

Xia Ruofei took out a mineral water bottle from his bag and said: "The head, then you can drink it! Come here, not anxious."

Song Laoxiao took the mineral water bottle and said: "Yes! Then listen to Xiaoxia!"

This is the petal solution that Xia Ruofei prepared in advance with a lot of space and water. Although the composition of the odd flower petals is very small, it is no problem to use it to restore some physical strength.

After Song had drank a small 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 quickly said: "No problem! Head, you pay attention to your feet."

So the pedestrian continued to go to the mountains.

After another ten minutes, Song Lao finally stopped and said: "It is here!"

Everyone stopped and saw that there was a lot of grass here, and there was nothing special about it.

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

After Song Lao set aside weeds, everyone saw a mottled tombstone exposed.

"The head, this is..." Director Lu could not help but ask.

Song Lao looked at the tomb that was completely inundated with weeds and said: "Here is a comrade-in-arms here..."

Everyone is stunned. Is this small tomb hidden in the weeds a grave tomb?

Xia Ruofei took the lead to react, and quickly walked forward and said: "Let's help!"

Director Lu and others also quickly came forward to help clean up.

The people were so powerful that the weeds around the wild grave were cleaned up and a clean open space was cleared in front of the grave.

A stormy mottled stone monument, followed by a small grave.

If it wasn’t for Song Lao, no one could have imagined that a martyr was buried here.

The writing on the stone tablet is still faintly discernible.

The above characters are written in the "Tomb of Yan Xiaodong Martyrs". There is also a line of small characters next to it, which reads a string of troops code and the birthplace of Yan Xiaodong Martyrs "Donggao Village, Xingguo County, Fujian Province".

The Yan Xiaodong martyrs actually came from the famous "General Army County."

Song Lao stared at the tombstone for a long while, and then turned back and said: "Xiao Rui, take what I prepared for you!"

Song Rui quickly took the backpack down and took out cigarettes, white wine, yellow paper, candles and other items from it.

At this time, he only knew that his grandfather had asked him to prepare these items when he was in Sanshan City. It was originally intended to worship his comrades.

Song Lao personally placed the sacrifice in front of the grave, and then handed the incense sticks. He also ordered three Huaxia cigarettes in the mud in front of the grave, then poured three glasses of wine and silently sprinkled on the ground.

Song Rui was helping the burning of paper money. Everyone stood silently, without disturbing the old man who remembered his comrades.

The half-song Song old sighed and stared at the tombstone and said: "When the army liberated Chong'an County, it continued to go south. Although the enemy troops were defeated, but the terrain is complex and the mountains are dense, so there are still small units. When I entered the mountain, I became a bandit, so our troops were left to clear the enemy."

When Song Lao spoke, his eyes were very erratic, as if he had passed through the time and returned to the smoky years.

"Xiaodong sacrificed that year, only 19 years old, he is my guard." Song Lao said, "At that time, I took a dozen soldiers to **** the supply, where I was ambushed by the enemy, Xiaodong blocked it for me. a deadly bullet..."

Everyone was silent, Xia Ruofei silently looked at the dilapidated tombstone. In the days of the bonfire, countless martyrs went on the road to the battle. As their descendants, the former soldiers, Xia Ruofei always said these things. The martyr is with a high degree of reverence.

Song Lao continued: "He was only 19 years old! It was only 8 enemies in total. A cheap bullet will kill him. I still remember that he told me intermittently before his death: Secretary-General, help me tell me My mother, my son can't give her filial piety..."

Speaking of this, Song’s eyes can’t help but be wet.

As soon as the achievements of the comrade-in-arms of Song and Lao Ma’s life are gone, it’s certainly not a minority, but this experience has become a brand that he can’t erase for a lifetime.

Director Lu couldn’t help but say: "The head, how can the Yan Xiaodong martyrs’ sleeping place be taken care of? This..."

Song Lao said faintly: "This monument was made when I came to worship Xiaodong 30 years ago. It was re-established. Only a piece of wood marked this position. There used to be a garrison nearby. Every year, people come to sweep the grave. Later, it may be that the defense of the army has been transferred and adjusted! It seems that the grave of Xiaodong has been abandoned for many years..."

“What is the local government doing?” Director Lu said with a bit of awkwardness. “He heads, I immediately called the relevant comrades in the Southeast Province. This is awkward!”

Song Lao put on his hand and said: "Xiao Lu, no need. When you come out, things will change. When a large group of people fights like a thin ice, they come back to review and admit their mistakes. Maybe in order to please me, there will be great construction here. Rebuilding the grave and setting up a statue or something, this is against my original intention. I don’t think Xiaodong wants it."

"But..." Director Lu felt that it was somewhat difficult to understand.

Song Lao said faintly: "I believe that Xiaodong is more willing to watch the green mountains and waters he has fought for."

Then Song Lao said: "I also have the responsibility to say it. I didn't want to let things change. I didn't personally say hello. I have been wanting to see it all these years, but I can't get out of it because of various things, so I will let me The brother’s grave is ruined like this.”

Xia Ruofei’s heart is also quite a feeling of Song Lao’s old head of their generation. It can be said that there is no self-confidence.

If you change to a few officials now, this is simply unimaginable.

Xia Ruofei thought about it and said: "The head, I suggest that we will privately fund the tomb of the martyrs without disturbing the local government. In addition, we will hire a villager to come and maintain it regularly." (To be continued.)