The flat roads have made land transportation slowly prosperous, and the carriage and horse shops built by private joint ventures have also begun to develop rapidly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Renting a carriage is already a very simple thing.

Hundreds of carriages were parked in the streets, each with a hired coachman and a soldier carrying a list of people who had boarded the carriage, waiting for the man they were going to transport today.

Now the sea of people has not come out, they are standing aside and chatting with each other.

A coachman gave a cigarette to the soldier next to him, and then asked curiously, "This big brother, what's wrong today?" It's so lively, huh? ”

The soldier took the cigarette handed by the other party, took out a match and lit it for himself and the other party, and then slowly replied, "Today we are here to pick up people to attend the funeral." ”

"Huh? Funeral? So many people are all going to the funeral? The coachman looked even more surprised.

"That's right." The soldier exhaled a puff of smoke rings, looking a little lonely, and some of his company's comrades died in this war.

The coachman was sure that he had heard correctly, and after thinking about it, he really couldn't think of any official who had disappeared recently, so he asked, "That must be a funeral for a big official, right?" Who is it? ”

The soldier shook his head, "No, it's the funeral of the soldiers, and the bodies of the officers have not been brought back from the front line." ”

The coachman obviously didn't believe it, "Big brother, don't you be blind, a dead soldier, you can use such a big pomp?" ”

The soldier didn't expect the coachman to react so violently, and defended, "What are you lying to, but it's not one, it's a lot, isn't the front line fighting with Houjin, just recently won the war, so I sent back the bodies of all the sacrificed officers and soldiers and buried them together." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be a public sacrifice, no wonder I went to so many officials."

"In fact, in our Xuan Army, every soldier who dies is to hold a grand funeral, which is similar to today's specifications. It's just that when they are gathered together today, it seems that there are many people. ”

The coachman obviously did not believe that the death of an ordinary soldier could have a grand funeral.

I used to pull a cart in Daming, and I haven't seen it, a soldier died, and it was already a good treatment to roll it up with a straw mat and throw it into a mass grave, and many times, there was not even a straw mat.

The big-headed soldier really fooled himself, and the coachman secretly gave the soldier a braggart label.

While they were chatting, the person who went to call the door finally called open the courtyard door and notified the gatekeeper.

After a while, in front of the gate of Todo, a Ranger in a scarlet official in a scarlet uniform walked out of it, stopped talking to the groom, frowned, walked over and saluted, and then asked, "Is it Director Todo Li?" ”

Li Xiuxian stroked his beard lightly, "It's the old man." ”

The ranger made an inviting gesture, "Director Li, I was sent by the Martyrs' Funeral Committee to pick you up and take you to the Cuishan Martyrs Cemetery, please get in the car." ”

Li Xiuxian naturally saw the ranger on the other side, frowning inadvertently when he saw him wearing crimson clothes.

But he didn't care, even if he was not satisfied, what could he do, so he replied with a "um".

Then Li Xiuxian didn't pay attention to the soldier anymore, he looked around, and saw that in addition to Guo Haobo, the head of the torture hall who had not returned from his business trip, the remaining directors of the departments of the official hall, the auditorium, the military hall, and the workshop and several of their deputies were also wearing crimson, and couldn't help but show a smile.

The directors looked at each other, then greeted each other from a distance, and each got into his own carriage.

This scene continues to happen to all the officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the supervisor and deputy director level are a single car, and the following levels are either two or three people, or seven or eight people, according to different levels, after receiving the prescribed personnel, the carriage will immediately start to move towards their respective destinations.

Lee so-hyun closed his eyes in the carriage, ready for the next reproach that might come from the general.

Today, all the directors and their deputies, as well as some of the participants in the interest groups to which they belonged, went to the funeral in crimson uniforms to show their attitude.

These people will never give a martial artist a piece of filial piety.

This is a matter of the dignity of the literati and the status of the Ministry of Civil Affairs in the Xuanjun collective, and it is absolutely impossible to compromise.

In this collective where everyone gets along together, there can only be the Xuan Army subordinate to the Bingtang, and it cannot become the Ministry of Civil Affairs in the Xuan Army, which is a naked conflict of interests.

However, Lee so-hsien and many politicians prefer to call this a "national capital dispute".

Although the founding of the country was not proclaimed, all the people in this collective knew that their collective was the prototype of an independent state.

Therefore, to strive for the etiquette of Wenchen, that is the foundation of the country, and the foundation of the country must not be shaken.

However, he also believes that as long as most of the officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs advance and retreat together, then even if the general himself is present, there is nothing to fear.

In another bright car, several people were chatting quietly.

A goatee was the first to break the silence, "It seems that today, the adults of the Ministry of Civil Affairs are about to have a showdown with the National Prince." ”

A tall, thin man chimed in, "yes, that's fast, I thought I'd have to wait." ”

"I heard that there is a big victory ahead, and the prince of the country is coming with the power of a great victory, can you adults withstand it?" At this time, a pale scholar spoke.

Goatee said categorically, "If you can't stand it, you have to top it, this is a battle for the country, and you must not back down, if you let me wait for people who have read poetry and books to wear filial piety to those Qiu Ba, then after the founding of the country in the future, wouldn't it be to repeat the mistakes of the Tang Dynasty's feudal towns, for the sake of the world, this matter is absolutely not feasible." ”

At this time, a righteous voice came in, "Brother Tai is right, you must not back down, and besides, we and other enthusiastic people should not stand idly by, we must also raise our arms and shout in solidarity with your actions and ideas." ”

Several young people who said these words were enthusiastic and immediately began to echo them.

A slightly steady, voice-driven voice on the other side asked, "Shall I wait to support too?" What are your plans, brother? ”

The righteous voice explained again, "Naturally, there is a plan, although the Northern Korean Administrative Region does not prohibit people from speaking, but it is not possible to act rashly. I've discussed this with a few like-minded friends, and I've finally decided on a plan.

We wrote a petition and put our fingerprints and signed our names.

When we arrived at the funeral site, while the people were gathered and the funeral itinerary had not yet begun, we went to the center of the crowd and petitioned the Guogong together, so that the funeral of the martyr could not be held. ”

Which steady voice immediately agreed, "Brother Tai is so courageous and scheming, count me in, this time I will definitely ask the Guogong to change his course and get rid of the malpractice of reusing martial arts." ”

Several voices shouted in unison, "Yes, we must ask the national government to change its course and get rid of the malpractice of reusing martial arts." ”

However, they didn't notice that the soldier who was in charge of guiding them next to the driver in front of them had a sneer on his face.