The popularity of cremation is the pursuit of Buddhism by the upper class. It is the victory of Buddhism. Ordinary people are simply: poor and helpless.
If Lao Zhu wants to bury his parents, he has to find someone to get land for burial. This is forced by the naked reality.
It was difficult for a few people to make a decision. Returning fallen leaves to their roots is also a great need of people. It is simply impossible to bring the dead back during the war.
Cremation met the conditions, but it was inconsistent with the requirements of the court officials and was a headache.
"Why should we consider these? Aren't these issues something that should be considered above?"
"We don't need to think about it, but we don't know when the army will come back from the expedition. If we leave it alone for a few days, we might as well bury it on the spot!"
"At the turn of winter and spring, I should be able to let it go for about ten days!"
"This place is cold and dry. It lasts for about ten days, so it's not that easy to rot."
"By the way, we can't make the decision. Don't you still have Master Ti Tiao? Why don't you go and ask?"
"Let me ask, why don't you go?"
"I'm afraid of being beaten."
"You're afraid, so I'm not afraid anymore."
"Then what should we do? It's time to withdraw money. We can't just turn a blind eye."
"It's easy to handle. It's just a matter of guessing. Whoever loses gets to go."
"Okay, just come, whoever is afraid of whom."
Boxing is usually a game between two people, who hold out their fingers to indicate numbers and say the numbers at the same time.
Whoever says the number first and the sum of the two people's numbers is the same wins.
The number stretched out by the finger must be 0-5, and the number shouted out must be 1-10.
"A little bit, good luck to you brothers, three-star photos, four happy fortunes, five leaders, six-six straights, seven clever tricks, eight horses, drink quickly, and get a pair of ingots."
"Sixty-six, you lose, go quickly."
"You lose anyway. You played so slowly. It doesn't count. Let's try again."
The two fistfights caught Zheng Xiong's attention. Seeing the two fistfights, Zheng Xiong leisurely walked over to take a look at the excitement.
A little over the top, the soldier facing him saw Zheng Xiong coming, and quickly stopped punching and saluted Zheng Xiong.
Zheng Xiong waved his hand and asked.
"What are you two doing?"
"Come back to Master Ti Ling, this is cremation or burial. We didn't know what to do, so we thought about punching each other. Whoever loses will ask Master Ti Ling what to do. I apologize for disturbing Ti Ling."
Zheng Xiong rolled his eyes. On one side were the brothers in the army whose bones were still cold. You two were punching each other here. It would not be surprising at all if the corpse was fake.
But for soldiers who are used to seeing life and death, these don't seem to matter. They just put their heads in their belts, and there is no taboo.
"How long are you two going to paddle? I'll teach you a simple lesson, scissors, rock, and paper."
"Scissors can cut paper, paper can cover stone, and stone can beat scissors."
"Spread it out as cloth, clench it as a fist, and the two fingers are scissors. It's simple and clear. It's much faster than yours."
Strictly speaking, rock-paper-scissors originated from my country's gesture orders, which were recorded in the Han Dynasty. There is no record or foundation for gestures in the West.
There is data from the Ming Dynasty showing that the fist was called Rock, Scissors, Paper, but the little man wanted to snatch it away, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he was a son, so there was nothing wrong with learning something and innovating, and wanting to show off in front of adults.
If you want to grab something, the most embarrassing thing is for those who have no history. They go around in circles and have to call you daddy when you should.
It is now recognized that it originated in Asia. Who calls it a flower played by our ancestors?
Now that Zheng Xiong is one step ahead and registers the game one step ahead, the little dwarf has no choice but to snatch it.
Information from later generations shows that on a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, Zheng Xiong and Zheng Tiling of the Huimin Pharmacy made a sign with Yanmenguan - rock, paper, scissors.
The minion guarding the gate is quick to pick up, it is simple and easy to use, and the winner can be determined quickly.
"Rock versus scissors, I win."
Those who won were filled with joy and laughter, while those who lost were a little dejected.
Zheng Xiong also observed for a while, saw that they had decided the winner, and then spoke.
"I have another idea. You don't need to ask for permission. You can choose a hilltop, erect a big monument, bury the soldiers who died in the battle on the green hill, and explain the whole story on the monument."
"When the time comes, I will die in battle, stay at the border forever, and be worshiped by my descendants. It will not be in vain for my brothers to go through life and death."
Zheng Xiong's suggestion shocked several people.
This is good.
"Those who receive the gifts and enjoy the incense and worship are all generals. They are famous figures in history. How can we be compared with them?"
"One general's achievements can lead to thousands of dead bones, and the loyal bones of green mountains and the souls of thousands of people, how can he be inferior to a general?"
"What Ti Ling said is that we are going to ask Lord Ti Tiao for instructions to build a green hill for our brothers to live in after death."
"Well, go ahead!"
The soldier who lost the guessing game quickly got up and went to ask for advice. Zheng Xiong continued to wander around, while the doctors continued to do their nursing work.
Time passed by and Xiaobing quickly ran back and walked up to Zheng Xiong.
"Ti Ling, Lord Ti Tiao has agreed to use the green hill ahead as the cemetery. Let's go now so that our brothers can be buried in peace."
"Well, there's no need to tell me. This is all your business and has nothing to do with me. I'm just giving you a suggestion. Don't say it was me who said it when you leave this military camp."
"But when Master Ti Tiao asked about it just now, he already said that even with our brains, we can't think of these things. Master Ti Tiao thought for a moment and knew that it was Ti Ling's idea. He confirmed with me whether he wanted to say it or not. It doesn’t work!”
"Did you say anything else?"
"They also said that the soldiers who died in the battle on this vast grassland were buried on the spot. Not many bodies could be returned. And there is a pharmacy here, so the wounded soldiers are protected. There are not many people buried in this Daqingshan. There is no need to do this to withdraw money. Heart."
Yes, I have eaten enough to support myself, so I have to eat less. Outside the customs is not as good as inside the customs. Except for those with a certain status who can escape with their bodies, the small soldiers certainly don't get this treatment.
Although Tie Tiao praised himself, he felt a little unhappy after all. Zheng Xiong still had a tough mouth and mentioned it.
"Don't you still have a token? It's worth setting up a tomb for them to wrap their bodies in horse leather."
"The token must be sent back to their hometown as a proof of death. Why should we rely on the token to leave some benefits to the family?"
When Xiao Bing said this, Zheng Xiong became a little angry.
"Is there just one keepsake? It's a tomb, any personal belongings will do."
"Just one thing, no one will bring you the others."
It makes sense, Zheng Xiong is speechless.
"Copy a list and enter the name into the monument for those in the bone burial grassland. It is finally a comfort."
Before Xiao Bing could say anything else, Zheng Xiong walked away. He was already full and why was he meddling in other people's business? It seemed that he was lamenting what happened to Xiao Bing and became anonymous after his death.
I am also free. No matter how well I do, it will only be seen by the living. What else can I do if I die? Can I live another life like myself?
It doesn't seem impossible. I don't think about it anymore. As the head of the pharmacy, I can save everyone one by one. It is better to die than to live. This is the philosophy of life.
(End of chapter)
