"Give 360 ​​taels for ten years. In addition, the soldier's home is exempt from taxes, and the family must be given preferential treatment in all aspects of Yan County." Zhao Xu said.

Each of the soldiers in the royal palace is young and strong, and this is the pillar of the family.

They died in battle, and they could not let them shed blood, and their families would shed tears again.

For him, he would rather have a smaller house than have less food and clothing than to be sorry for these dead soldiers.

"This..." Liu Fu wanted to speak but stopped.

Chang Wei, the tough man, had red eyes, "Your Highness, your grandfather, thank you for the family of the soldiers who died in battle."

"This is what I should do, and it is within my ability. Okay, go back and prepare for the memorial service to the soldiers who died in battle." Zhao Xu said.

When Chang Wei heard this, he nodded with emphasis.

...

The north wind blew overnight, and an autumn rain fell from Yancheng.

The rain is not heavy, and all the rain floats in the sky are floating.

But even so, in this past, the people of Yancheng were unhappy to go out in such weather.

But today seems different.

All the people in Yancheng who were supposed to be huddling at home have come out.

They received news that the King of Yan would pay homage to the soldiers who died in battle today.

This is news that shocked them.

The dignified King of Yan wants to pay tribute to the soldiers.

They had never heard of this kind of thing, that was the prince of King Yan and Dasong.

In their hearts, these soldiers and themselves are just native chickens and tiles, so what is the ability to deserve the tribute of the King of Yan?

It is precisely because of this that they gave up their comfortable homes and came to the streets in the rain waiting for a memorial service to the soldiers.

Soon, with the stern sound of the suona came.

They saw a long line coming towards them.

There are musicians in front of them, followed by a team.

"That's King Yan, behind them is General Chang, King Liu Fu, and then behind them are generals in the army and officials from the government office. It's so grand." A commoner shouted on the street.

All the people looked at it and were shocked.

He thought it was just a rumor, but he didn't expect it to be true.

The King of Yan really took the officials and generals to send the soldiers who died in battle for a long time.

Their hearts suddenly felt warm.

Although this is a memorial service to the soldiers who died in battle, it is enough to show that the King of Yan loves the people as his son.

When the team passed by, they lowered their heads to express their respect for the dead soldiers.

The team came out of Beidaying and walked south along the main street.

All along the road are the people.

Zhao Xu did not ride a horse, he and the generals and officials were just walking.

Behind them, the soldiers carried the coffin.

The soldiers in the coffin have no family or friends.

After they die, no one will even remember it.

But he could not let these brave warriors be forgotten.

Therefore, he asked Chang Wei to pick a piece of land in the south of the city and build a cemetery similar to that of the contemporary martyrs.

They will be buried there and enjoy the admiration of future generations.

And this is the origin of today's memorial service.

Walking silently along the road, Zhao Xu's eyes swept across the people on both sides of the road.

The people of Yan County have consciences.

From their eyes, he saw their admiration for the soldiers who died in battle.

The hatred towards the enemy was also burning in his eyes.

Yes, without the invasion of the Beidi people, these young soldiers should be leisurely looking at the wheat that is about to mature at home on the ridges.

But now, he was lying in the cold coffin.

Some young people choked up at the sob of the suona.

They secretly decided to join the army to make up for their position after the memorial service.

They would train where these dead soldiers stood, continuing their ambition to expel Beidi.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the people have no intention of leaving.

They saw that the black robe on King Yan was soaked and the armor on the generals were soaked, but they still remained calm and continued to lead the team forward.

After leaving the south gate, the team stopped in a pine forest two miles west of the city.

Many people arrived here with the team.

"Get out of the coffin."

The team stood still, and Chang Wei shouted loudly.

The soldiers carrying the coffin walked forward and buried the soldiers.

Then, they erected stone tablets with the names of soldiers on them.

"In this war, 1,231 soldiers were sacrificed. In front of us were 300 soldiers without family members. Today, they will sleep here forever." Zhao Xu walked forward and picked up a bowl of wine handed over by Chang Wei.

After pausing, he continued: "Their names should not be forgotten, and their sacrifices should not be forgotten. I decided that every year today, the government offices and the army would hold ceremonies here to serve spirits and flowers to comfort the spirits of these warriors in heaven."

After saying that, he poured the wine on the ground.

Then he placed his right hand on his left chest, bent down, and saluted.

Chang Wei and his soldiers immediately saluted the stone tablet.

At this moment, their hearts were relieved.

They are not afraid of death, they are afraid that they will suffer grievances if they give up.

The King of Yan convinced them in their pensions and respect for the dead soldiers.

The next moment, when the Northern Di comes again, they are still willing to defend the King of Yan and Yan County with their lives.

After Zhao Xu, the generals toasted one by one.

Finally, three hundred soldiers, each holding a handful of wild chrysanthemums.

They came to the soldiers' tombstone, gently put down the wild chrysanthemums, saluted military salute, and slowly returned to the team.

The people witnessed the memorial ceremony throughout the whole process.

At this moment, they were a little envious and even hoped that they would be themselves lying in it, because of such a glory.

The light rain fell for a while and turned into a continuous raindrop again.

A ray of sunlight pierces through the clouds, drawing a rainbow.

A commoner said, "It's auspicious."

"Yes, God was also moved by the sincerity of King Yan."

"Maybe the heavenly spirit of the dead soldiers were relieved."

“…”

The people, you will see me and I will hear the generals and officials.

They looked up at the sky eastward, and there was indeed a clear rainbow.

Chang Wei was moved by the people's expression, "They are really relieved."

Zhao Xu shook his head, the ancients were very superstitious.

However, he also pointed it out without intention, which could comfort the soldiers. This is good.

The memorial ends.

Zhao Xu returned to Yancheng, and the people returned home.

However, this memorial was marked in the hearts of both the generals and officials and the people.

When foreign enemies come back again, they will think of these sacrificed soldiers, and they will give them courage.

"Dadada..."

I didn't take a few steps into the city.
To be continued...