When the news came out that Duke Fuguo was beheaded for corruption and a monument was erected for the 8,000 fallen soldiers in Labagou, Zhao Er was delighted to think that the relics in his hands could finally be sent to their relatives.
However, there was no news after waiting for a long time. Zhao Er had to run to the army several times again. The officials who distributed the pensions were surprised to learn that the suicide note and relics from more than ten years ago were still properly preserved by someone.
However, the pension had already been paid out, so this batch of relics had to be sent out in one batch.
However, some border residents who learned the news were impatient and could not wait for the relics to be sent out again. This might be something that even thieves would not want, but it was their only wish after more than ten years of waiting was dashed.
Many people inquired about the situation and came directly to the warehouse to find Zhao Er. Some border residents even walked for three days.
Most of them only knew the names of their relatives. It was okay when there were few people coming, but when there were too many people, Zhao Er couldn't find them all.
I had no choice but to write down their names and tell them to go back and pick them up tomorrow. Most people refused to leave and just wandered around outside the warehouse.
So Zhao Er had no choice but to write down the names of thirty people and then go in to look for them.
Many families were waiting outside with their elderly and children.
The last bit of comfort left for the person who will never come back in this world is in this warehouse.
Lan Ya looked around and saw people everywhere with tears streaming down their faces, wailing and sobbing softly.
Many people would ask their younger generations to kowtow to Zhao Er to express their gratitude to him for leaving the last trace of their relatives in the world. The warmth of blood ties is invaluable to them.
Zhao Er was so panicked that he helped them up one by one. This was his job. What was there to thank him for? He couldn't accept such a big gift.
The woman who was queuing in front of Lan Ya to receive the relics was a woman. Like Lan Ya, she came alone.
She didn't look old, but her hair was completely white, so it was difficult to determine her age.
She remained calm as she looked through the relics, and then she calmly put them away one by one.
Lan Ya watched as her steady steps became unsteady after she stood up, and she walked to a tree in the distance, from where she heard suppressed crying. Gradually, the crying was accompanied by a heartbreaking cry of "Ah Ah" - "Son!"
Zhao Er whispered, "Blue sky."
Lan Ya came back to her senses. She hadn't heard anyone calling this name for a long time. She walked forward, took her brother's belongings, and bowed to Zhao Ershen.
The sentence Zhao Er said most that day was: "Girl, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."
Lan Ya said: "Yes."
She walked aside to look at her brother's belongings. Back then, her eldest brother and his wife had supported her younger brother in attending school half a day each day. In the evenings, everyone in the family, except for the younger brother who was too young, followed the older brother's lead. Later, Lan Ya enrolled in the literacy class run by He Qing.
The first was a house drawn with a finger dipped in blood.
Lan Ya understood it at a glance. This was something that all of her brothers and sisters would draw. It was their dream house, their home. It was the "design" they came up with together after much arguing.
Every time someone draws it, everyone starts talking about what their rooms look like and imagining various layouts.
Originally, this wish was not far away. Their family worked together to save money. The eldest sister and the eldest brother calculated it together. They argued until they were red in the face, and finally came to the conclusion that it would take five years. After another five years, they could build a new house.
The piggy bank was also snatched away by those bastards.
The second item was an IOU that was carefully folded and kept in a small purse. The purse was made by my sister-in-law for my eldest brother, and the IOU was for the military pay owed to my eldest brother.
A corner of the IOU was stained with dark red dried blood, just like the purse.
The third item was also a piece of cloth. The eldest brother wrote on it, "The graves of the eldest and younger brothers, plant date trees, because they both like crispy and sweet dates."
The eldest sister and the youngest sister take care of the two younger sisters for their entire lives and save dowries for them. If the eldest sister dies, she will be buried in the family tomb.
spring buds,
Chunya is my sister-in-law's name. Lan Ya stared at the last line of words intently. What my brother is most worried about is my sister-in-law.
Lan Ya stood up. She wanted to do these things one by one.
She planted a date tree.
She asked Uncle Yin, who built the house, to help her calculate the price of the house. The money she had saved for sixteen years should be enough.
She took the IOU to the barracks, and the first sergeant who received her was not friendly.
Aren’t these people a bit greedy? The pension was reissued at the highest standard, and later the son of the Prince of the State used the property returned to their family and the medical expenses of the miracle doctor to pay a second compensation.
Your Majesty has issued a decree exempting the families of soldiers from taxes and labor service for two years; the families of martyrs from taxes and labor service for eight years, and the orphans and children of martyrs from these families will be raised and supported by the state. These 8,000 families will not have to pay taxes or perform labor service for the next eight years.
You're still asking for money?
Lan Ya just said calmly: "The military pay owed to my elder brother must be paid."
The sergeant went to call someone, probably the battalion defense commander. After looking at the IOU, he immediately called the accountant. The accountant asked, "How do you account for this? It happened over ten years ago."
The battalion defense chief said, "Isn't this an IOU? You owe the money, so pay it back. I don't understand your accounts, but you have to pay the money."
The accountant received the IOU and wrote a list. The chief clerk went to get the money and asked Lan Ya to sign and stamp her fingerprints.
Lan Ya took a look and found that the matter and the amount of money were clearly written. She signed, took the money, and when she turned to leave, she saw the sergeant rolling his eyes at her.
Lan Ya stopped, and the battalion defense chief came over and said to Lan Ya, "I'm sorry, young lady, please go ahead and do your thing. I'll take care of him here."
Lan Ya walked out, but didn't go far. She stood at the door.
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