When talking about what happened back then, Mrs. Xu also felt a little sad.
The incident happened in the last century, and apart from a few people from the oldest generation who still remember it, there is no one else.
In those days, the country was in turmoil, beset by internal and external troubles.
As a prominent family in the area, the Xu family did their best to help the people in distress, but they were just ordinary merchants and could only do so much.
In order to survive, they negotiated with their enemies for a long time, reaching a strange balance.
One dark and stormy night, they rescued a seriously injured intelligence officer.
In those days, it was almost certain death for ordinary people to have any contact with intelligence agents.
Soon, the enemy followed the trail and found the place.
Xu Huantang hid the intelligence agent very well and secretly. The enemy searched every house on the street, but couldn't find a trace of him.
The enemy commander at the time was furious and always believed that the people on this street had hidden the person.
They then arrested those they considered suspects in the square under the banyan tree, tied their hands behind their backs, and made them kneel there in rows.
Behind them were enemy soldiers holding live ammunition.
Countless people collapsed in tears at that time.
They all begged the enemy to spare their ordinary civilians.
However, the enemy commander remained unmoved and ordered that if the man was not handed over, he would be killed every fifteen minutes, with bullets passing through the back of the head and exiting through the forehead.
The blood that time stained the square red.
Xu Huantang was not very old at the time, and he never showed up, watching helplessly as those who were smiling in front of him just yesterday fell down in front of him.
The intelligence carried by these agents is crucial to the success or failure of the entire Southern Theater Command; if it is captured, it could lead to widespread devastation.
From then on, Xu Huantang suffered from a very serious mental illness. His entire life was trapped in that day, and he suffered mental torment every day and night.
He never escaped that day until his death.
For this reason, he had no children in his life.
It wasn't until the country was re-established that the Xu family's affair was brought up again.
As the century draws to a close, so much sorrow and helplessness have occurred in that era, which may seem insignificant now.
But the tragedy of the times weighs as heavy as a thousand pounds on an individual.
After Mrs. Xu finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
Xu Yingting clenched his fist.
Jiang Si was more of an observer of this period of history, but she could feel their emotions.
The land was shattered, and corpses littered the fields.
It's impossible to say that there's no hatred in one's heart.
Jiang Si said, "This is a knot in his heart."
“He was burdened by inner turmoil during his life, and he remained trapped in it even after death. He felt that although he did not kill Bo Ren, Bo Ren died because of him, and he was not qualified to enter the ancestral hall, nor was he qualified to be reborn as a human being.”
He wanted to atone for his sins.
Xu Yingting said, "But he did nothing wrong. If you're going to hate someone, hate those who kill innocent people indiscriminately."
That tragic history is something every Chinese person feels a deep hatred for every time they think of it.
Jiang Si looked at the spot in front of her and lowered her voice: "There's no right or wrong. If he had handed the people over back then, those people might not have died. Killing one person to save a hundred, does that mean the one who was killed deserves to die?"
Xu Yingting opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, and was speechless for a moment.
The Xu couple were speechless for a moment.
In that chaotic era, who could say for sure who was right and who was wrong?
Fortunately, the country is now prosperous and strong, and they are no longer bullied by outsiders.
Xu Yingting asked, "Then how can we help Great-Grandpa? Even if he made a mistake, he has paid it back over the years."
“A mental illness requires a mental cure.” Jiang Si thought for a moment and said, “Now we can only untie his knot in his heart so that he can let go of his obsession and enter the cycle of reincarnation again.”
The next day, Xu Huantang was released.
Perhaps it was the nourishment from Jiang Si's magic that made him look much better.
Even a ghost can have a good or bad complexion.
Perhaps it was an act of escape; Xu Huantang's memory seemed to be stuck before that day. He had forgotten what happened that day, but he had trapped himself in that day.
He kept only his old habits, having people prepare morning tea for him.
The requirement is still for old brands from the last century.
Fortunately, this old brand still exists despite the ravages of war.
Jiang Si stepped forward and said, "Sir, that shop is still there. Let us take you there."
To help the old man resolve his inner conflict as soon as possible, Mr. Xu quit his job and set off early in the morning with his wife, son, and Jiang Si and the others.
They didn't ask for a private room, but found a huge table outside, where they could feel the flow of people and experience the happy life of the people in the new era of victory.
Xu Huantang sat in the designated empty seat, but there were so many people that no one paid any attention to this slightly strange situation.
Ghosts are restricted in what they eat from the living world; they must undergo rituals such as offerings.
But none of this is a problem with Jiang Si around.
This restaurant has kept its signature dish.
They ordered the signature tea and placed it in front of Xu Huantang. Jiang Si then used magic to make it possible for Xu Huantang to eat it.
Xu Huantang has no physical form; what he eats is just a taste.
He took a deep breath. "Haha, that's the taste!"
"It's been so many years since I've tasted it."
Mrs. Xu said, "If you like it, you can eat more. In this new era, almost everyone can have enough to eat."
They served a few more dishes.
The person serving the dishes this time was a young man.
He looks quite energetic, except for a small red mark on his forehead.
People who know him joked that he must have been shot to death in his past life.
Xu Huantang, who had been quietly eating, suddenly changed his expression and stared intently at the young man who was serving the dishes.
Jiang Si held his hand tightly, preventing him from moving.
The young man was quite polite. Although he felt that Jiang Si's actions seemed a bit strange, he thought that all customers are different and that the customer is always right.
After he finished, he said, "Please enjoy your meal."
Xu Huantang seemed lost in thought, his gaze following the young man even after he left.
Mr. Xu asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Si still held onto Xu Huantang's hand tightly and wouldn't let go.
Xu Huantang burst into tears, bewildered. "That's Guoqiang."
Xu Guoqiang was among those killed. Xu Huantang witnessed him being shot through the head; the impact was so great that almost no part of his head remained intact.
"That's Guoqiang. I'm the one who ruined him."
Jiang Si looked into his eyes and said softly, word by word, "You don't need to blame yourself. It's not your fault, it's the fault of that era. If you hadn't saved that intelligence agent, the intelligence would have been leaked, and perhaps even more people would have died."
"The sorrow of the times has weighed on you long enough."
"They have all been reincarnated; do not let the shackles of the past bind you."
"Guoqiang is doing very well now. He's the young master of this shop now, with no worries about food or clothing, and loving parents. He's doing very well."
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