Chapter 250 Loyal Bones Buried Under the Yellow Earth
As soon as this question appeared in Lin Zhiqing's mind, Aunt Mu asked the same question.
Lin Zhiqing took a deep breath and said, "Anything is possible. I will keep this in mind."
"Aunt Mu, don't worry. After I finish dealing with the Lin family's current affairs, I will start investigating my father's affairs."
This was exactly what Lin Zhiqing had thought before.
It's just that the matter of the imperial gift is more urgent now, so she focused on it.
Aunt Mu understood what she meant and didn't say anything else.
All the unexpected things made her feel a little depressed.
Lin Zhiqing didn't have time to think too much. After a night's rest, she and Lin Yangyang went to look for the wounded veterans that Lin Congyan had been supporting.
Since those who bought and sold the imperial gifts were unwilling to return them, Lin Zhiqing planned to collect as many things as possible that would be beneficial to the Lin family, and then make plans.
Moreover, those soldiers who received assistance actually ate imperial food, and the Lin family's assistance to them was also intended to share the worries of the imperial court.
Collecting the confessions of these people can at least reverse the reputation of the Lin family when necessary, thereby reducing the impact of the imperial gift on the Lin family.
At the same time, Lin Zhiqing didn't know much about his father Lin Congrong.
This is also an opportunity to get to know Lin Congrong.
There were a large number of wounded soldiers and disabled generals in the entire Dasheng, and the people the Lin family provided assistance to were those who had previously served under Lin Qingshan and Lin Congrong.
A few decades earlier, the number could reach thousands.
But now, most people have turned into dust.
Most of the people on that aid list were soldiers' families.
There are only about fifty real wounded veterans left.
Among these more than fifty people, only eighteen were in Shengjing City or its vicinity.
Lin Zhiqing's target is these eighteen people.
With all kinds of thoughts in mind, Lin Zhiqing went to Xishi early in the morning and knocked on the door of the first house.
However, they have not received a response yet.
After waiting for a long time, a woman from the neighboring household poked her head out impatiently: "Why are you knocking so early in the morning? Can't you let me sleep?"
Lin Zhiqing quickly handed over a small piece of silver and inquired about the whereabouts of the first family.
When the woman saw the silver, her attitude changed 180 degrees:
"Tsk tsk, you're too late. The man in this family drank himself to death a few years ago, leaving behind only his deaf mother, who also died not long ago."
This is not good news.
Lin Zhiqing crossed that person's name off the list.
Afterwards, they went straight to a farmer's house on the outskirts of the city to look for the second blind soldier.
This time, they retreated before even entering the small village.
Because the addresses written on the list had been burned to ashes, the people inside were naturally burned to death.
According to people around, the fire started because the blind man couldn't see that a spark had fallen into a corner of the woodshed.
Then, Lin Zhiqing went to the second and third households, but even after she had visited dozens of households, she still had not met any wounded soldiers.
Lin Yangyang was so tired that she lay down in the carriage: "Sister Qing, these people are really too miserable."
"So what if they won the battle? Some of them lost their eyes, some lost their arms, and they can't even maintain a basic life. Who would dare to run to the military camp in the future with such treatment?"
Lin Yangyang had never been exposed to the suffering of the people in her daily life, and now she felt angry and powerless.
Lin Zhiqing flipped through the booklet in his hand and felt uncomfortable as well.
She discovered a problem.
As time passed, soldiers died or moved away with their families one after another.
Relocation is one thing, but the reasons for death are so strange.
He drank too much and fell into a water tank.
He was blinded and burned to death.
He fell into the river due to his difficulty in walking.
…
It seems that very few people can die of old age.
"Cousin, their deaths were so tragic. Is there no one in the court to take care of their funeral affairs?" Lin Zhiqing pinched his chin.
Lin Yangyang sighed, "How could a lowly soldier deserve such treatment? He should at least be a centurion, so the imperial court can assign special personnel to take care of the funeral."
"At least these people can return home, but the soldiers who died on the battlefield can't even find their bodies."
Lin Yangyang straightened up, looking quite indignant:
"To be honest, I still have some impression of a few people on this list."
"Third Uncle knows that I like fighting and killing. When I occasionally return to the Lin family, I will ask them to give me some advice."
"After I got to know them, I realized that the military camp was not a pleasant place to stay."
Lin Yangyang took a piece of cake and said, "They regard this as a treasure. On ordinary days, when they are on the march, they can only eat wild vegetables to fill their stomachs."
"The Ministry of Revenue is short of food and fodder, and the people below are the ones who suffer."
Hearing this, Lin Zhiqing was a little surprised.
Although Lin Yangyang looks careless on weekdays, he seems to be clear-headed.
"How do you know all this?" Lin Zhiqing couldn't help but be curious.
"My grandfather and third uncle both told me that they taught me martial arts." Lin Yangyang said with great pride:
"My father was always against my martial arts training, so I would sneak into my grandfather's yard and listen to him and my third uncle discussing military strategy. It was quite interesting."
The third uncle she mentioned was Lin Zhiqing's father, Lin Congrong.
No wonder Lin Yangyang and Lin Qingshan became very familiar with each other when they went to Bianliang.
Moreover, according to Lin Congyan's previous statement, the Lin family will select people suitable for martial arts from the next generation and allocate resources to their training.
She hadn't noticed it before, but now she sees that Lin Yangyang is indeed better than most men.
You know, even when Jiang Liuyun wanted to attack Lin Zhiqing, he chose to send Lin Yangyang away in advance instead of fighting her head-on.
If there is no one to guide you, it would be very difficult to master such martial arts.
At least in the past, Lin Qingshan should have had high hopes for Lin Yangyang.
Lin Yangyang didn't know what Lin Zhiqing was thinking, and she felt a little heavy:
"Sister Qing, do you think the outcome would have been better if those people who died hadn't gone to the battlefield?"
Of course.
Every soldier goes to the battlefield for his own family and his sincere heart for Dasheng.
Ultimately, they are all fighting to defend their homes.
However, the Da Sheng they fought for ultimately let down many people.
Lin Zhiqing pinched the booklet in his hand. If these people really died in an accident, it would be too tragic.
At least Lin Zhiqing smelled something unusual.
People with disabilities are often more sensitive in other aspects.
For example, a blind person may have an enhanced sense of smell or hearing.
If there is a fire, you may not hear any sound, but you should be able to smell the smoke.
Wounded soldiers and disabled generals are just the titles given to them by the outside world.
They tend to be tougher and more perceptive than ordinary people.
These people's lives are definitely not so fragile.
One or two would be fine, but it is really unusual that so many people died one after another for various reasons.
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