The Zhu family can use a lot of manpower in this area. Before the carriage entered the village, someone came out of Baibao Village, but it was the eighth uncle from Xiang Bo family.

At this moment, "Uncle Eight" had shock on his face, but he was more anxious and ran to the side of the carriage, stammering, "Xiao Da... No... Master Da, I thought Uncle Yuan was asleep and went out to do his job. I really couldn't imagine... I really couldn't imagine that something happened..."

Because of the sob, Zhu Da felt his face stiff. He rubbed his hands a few times, jumped out of the car, and said in a hoarse voice: "No one would have thought that it would be today if he didn't do the eighth uncle's business."

Every time Yuan Biao comes here, he will sleep for a long time after taking the medicine. Uncle Eight has something to do in Baibao Village and will not take care of him all the time. Of course, this cannot be said to be devoted to it, but it is also normal.

After comforting Uncle Eight, Zhou Qingyun jumped out of the car. Zhu Da glanced at the driver waiting beside him and said, "You go to Xiang Bo's door first, wait for the person in the car. Don't move before you put him in the car."

The handlebar agreed and hurriedly drove the car. After pulling the carriage into the village, Zhu Da said to Uncle Ba in a muffled voice: "This coachman cannot leave Baibao Village and Xincun from now on, until I say I can leave. If the coachman insists on leaving, you go to find Deng Kai and kill the people together."

Uncle Eight did not expect Zhu Da to say this, and his body trembled. Seeing Zhu Da staring at him, he nodded and said, "I can handle it myself."

Zhu Da nodded. Now his eighth uncle is a middle-aged man who is busy with farm work and business. He was also a private salt dealer with blood on his hands back then. Of course, he could do such things.

"Master Yuan is a man who escaped from the north. He had already made an explanation that he would cremated into ashes when he died. If he had the chance, he would fall on the grassland outside the Killhukou Pass. If he didn't have the chance, he would not be buried." The three of them walked into the village. Zhu Da said the next arrangement, and his voice was already a little hoarse.

For more than twenty years, he had no relatives and no worries, and had only experienced separation from life and death in these years, and it was the first time his relatives around him. This mourning and confusion made Zhu Da feel a little helpless, but the experience of life and death fighting over the years was not in vain, and he was still calm.

Every time the Mongolian tribes in the north invaded, they would plunder a large number of young and strong men and women who returned north. Most of these Han people were used as slaves and lived a worse life than cattle and horses. Some of these young and strong men who were captured also fled back. They had a deep hatred for all Mongolian tribes and naturally sacrificed their lives during the war. The Ming Dynasty's official army liked to absorb these young and strong men to join the army because they had no other intentions and fought bravely. Even the most core imperial guards in the capital were recruiting these people.

When Yuan Biao told this, Zhu Da was shocked and thought that the "cultural figure" he had made up by mistake would be exposed. He never thought that Yuan Biao had no doubts at all, but he felt that it was normal, because there were only a few people who were desperate in the Ming Dynasty, and went north to Mongolia, south to Southeast Asia, and some people also rushed to the Western Regions.

Just recalling the little things with Yuan Biao, Zhu Da came to Xiangjia's house in a daze. Zhou Qingyun next to him was not as good as that. He was agile and alert. After years of experience, he was even more extraordinary. However, after just a short distance, he almost tripped by a small obstacle on the road.

It was the first time that the two of them experienced such a separation, especially Zhu Da. He thought he could be a heart-warming person, and for two lifetimes, he had been killed in recent years, so he should have treated such things normally, but he really encountered them, but he was still like this.

"Do you have to arrange someone to tell Xiang Bo?" Uncle Eight asked, but Zhu Da did not agree. The salt-producing cave has now become a small house. It looks like the residence of hunters and mountain people on the outside, but it is connected to the cave inside. It is more hidden and there is no need to worry about any risks. Because in the mountains, the scenery is pleasant, Xiang Bo will stay for a few days every time he goes to live, and he treats it as a rest. He only says that he is going to hunt.

Zhu Da was silent for a moment, shook his head again, not in such a trance, and then he spoke: "Don't go to find Xiang Bo. He is old and may not be able to bear it when he hears such news, let alone what can he do when he comes back."

Xiang Bo is really getting stronger and stronger. In recent years, food, clothing and consumption have been far better than before. Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun have made everything go smoothly. It can be said that it is the happiest and most comfortable time in life. But after all, he is old and has gradually become familiar with Yuan Biao in recent years. Because he has had experience in the military, he is very involved. Such bad news suddenly told Xiang Bo that this mental impact may cause trouble to the old man. If something really happens, he can't take care of it in the mountains.

After so long, all the managers of Hebian New Village have rushed back. Zhu Da's father, Mr. Li, Deng Kai, and Li Ying stayed there and stared. It would be impossible not to be alone.

"Xiaoda, this..." No one expected it to be so sudden. Everyone knew that Yuan Biao had not had much time, and he also saw that Yuan Biao's health was getting worse day by day, but everyone subconsciously thought that the old man would hold on for a long time, at least not now. This happened suddenly, which really scared everyone. Zhu Da's father Zhu Shitou has become more and more familiar with his son in recent years, but Zhu Shitou knew that Zhu Da had a deep relationship with his close relatives, and he was very worried that his son would be too sad.

Zhu Da heard his father's question, but his attention was on Yuan Biao. The old man lay there calmly. Since the old injury began to attack, Yuan Biao always felt extremely uncomfortable for one or two hours a day. And once the exercise was intense, the old injury would be more severe. But even so, the old man still took them northeast and west.

If the truth is not known now, Yuan Biao, who was lying on the cart, seemed to be asleep and fell asleep. His old injuries no longer occurred, and he looked so peaceful.

Zhu Da took a deep breath and looked at everyone and said, "Master Yuan had already told me that he would die there and cremate there. I will prepare now and burn Master Yuan to the north of the village."

Everyone had a look of impotent expression on their faces. Mr. Li hesitated and stepped forward and said, "Xiaoda, Master Yuan is afraid of trouble for future generations, but it is not difficult for us to handle these things. Let's give the old man a decent funeral explanation!"

When everyone heard this, everyone nodded, and even Zhou Qingyun agreed quite well. Life and death were the most important. People at that time attached great importance to this funeral and paid attention to the utmost care. Master Yuan taught Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun. Moreover, the Zhu family is very rich now and can be regarded as decent. If the master is cremated so simply, it will be criticized and will be said to be indifferent.

Mr. Li was considering Zhu Da, so Zhu Da could understand this. He was silent for a while and squeezed out a smile and said, "Uncle Li, I understand your feelings, but Master Yuan said it very clearly before his death. It's not good for me to be a junior to disobey his last wishes, so I'll just cremate it like this!"

Having said that, it is hard for others to give advice. Zhu Da is usually very reasonable and respects his elders, but everyone knows that Zhu Da is the real person who makes the decision.

The idea was decided that Zhu Da's efficiency in establishing this system was quickly reflected, and dry firewood and coal were quickly sent over. Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun rode horses and several big carts followed, heading towards the open space near the mountain north of Baibao Village. The horse that Master Yuan rode was next to the cart carrying the bodies. The mount realized something and kept neighing anxiously.

The two of them walked in front silently, leaving Baibao Village and walking northward. After a few miles of land, there was a weed land. The fields that could be cultivated around the village were not infinite. Villagers needed physical strength to walk, and irrigation of fields required ditches, so land that was a certain distance away around the center of Baibao Village could be cultivated. With a terrain like Baibao Village, it would be not suitable for cultivation if it went out a few miles northwest. Zhu Da was preparing to plant trees here, but it had not started yet. However, in this area, there were often cleaned places, which were just for use.

Zhu Da's elders wanted to follow him, but he refused. He wanted to arrange someone to help, but he was also rejected. He just found a clean clay pot with him.

When they arrived here, after the coachmen unloaded the firewood and coal, Zhu Da sent everyone away, leaving only the two of them.

The firewood and coal were cleaned up very neatly. Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun surrounded the firewood in a circle and then filled the coal into the circle. From time to time, firewood was used to make gaps. This was also Professor Yuan's method. It was said that it was a method used by Mongolian tribes to incinerate and could ignite a large fire. Of course, there was no coal there.

He carried Master Yuan to a platform made of firewood and coal. According to the old man's instructions before his lifetime, Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun searched Yuan Biao's body, which was why others were not allowed to come here. Although this was the old man's last wish, it was always strange after seeing it.

There were not many things found on him. In the old man's close pocket, there was a hairpin with a length of index finger. The hairpin should be made of copper and was made quite crudely. It should have been a certain age, but it was very shiny. It can be seen that the old man often rubbed and played with it. He just didn't know what this copper hairpin meant to Yuan Biao, and it was impossible to know.

The old man just said that he should not leave weapons and money on his body during cremation. After Yuan Biao collapsed, he was afraid of sudden death, so everything was clearly stated. He put the copper hairpin on the palm of the old man's hand and held it tightly for him. The short knife and dagger that was close to him was removed.

Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun took a few steps back, knelt down and kowtowed to Yuan Biao's body, then sprinkled the tinder oil that had been prepared and ignited with fire.

The fire was on fire. In such a hot weather, Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun were both baked and uncomfortable, but they still stared at the fire, sweat and tears flowed out and dried.
Chapter completed!