To Zhang Jianlin's surprise, none of the dozens of households in the village objected, and they all agreed to bury Zhang Qingshan under the tree.
"Qingshan sacrificed his life for the country. We must fulfill this little wish."
"That's right. Not to mention being buried under that yellow horn tree, even if you want to be buried next to my house, I have no objection."
"Qingshan passed away at a young age. Our yellow horn tree is hundreds of years old. If Qingshan were still there, he would surely live a long and peaceful life in his next life."
Not only did everyone have no objections, but young and middle-aged people from every household came out to help. Zhang Qingshan's funeral was handled quickly. They dug a hole under the yellow horn tree and placed Zhang Qingshan's ashes in it. The team leader was also thinking about erecting a monument for him here. The heroic soul of the martyr would surely always bless their village.
The funeral was simple yet grand, with white paper money scattered all over the sky. Everyone from every household in the village came, and they spontaneously wore mourning cloth on their arms, which was only worn by Zhang Qingshan's closest relatives, to see him off.
Li Xiufang cried in front of Zhang Qingshan's grave. Huahua seemed to know that her father would never come back and burst into tears.
The air is oppressive and solemn.
The only person outside the village, Su Congwen stood away from the crowd, looking at Brother Zhang's grave with dry eyes. He looked at the green mountains in the distance, majestic and continuous, standing forever.
Green mountains are evergreen and never die. "My dears, there was an error in uploading the chapter yesterday, private Marseille~
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