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"Master Zhang, it's me, Xiao Haozi. The Xiao Haozi you used to scold is back!"

Zhang Tianhao also gently held Master Zhang's hand and said sincerely, "Master Zhang, I am Xiao Haozi. Now I am a general, a famous general. I have not brought shame to the men of Zhangjiazhai."

"Good, good, good!"

When Master Zhang saw Zhang Tianhao, he also became excited. After all, it was not easy to get out of Zhangjiazhai, not to mention that he has become a famous general now.

"Master Zhang, I came back to pay respect to our ancestors this time. The war on the front line is urgent. After paying respect to our ancestors, I will leave. I'm sorry, but I can't stay in the village for long."

"So that's how it is. Well, I'll take you to the ancestral hall in the back!"

When Master Zhang heard this, he understood that the war was getting more brutal, and it was quite difficult for Zhang Tianhao to come back to worship his ancestors.

"Old Third, Old Third, go gather all the people in the village and go to the ancestral hall at the back immediately. Xiao Haozi wants to offer sacrifices to his ancestors, and so do we. Let's get ready now."

"Okay, Dad!"

Zhang Tianhao was once again invited to the village chief Zhang Ye's house, where they drank tea and chatted casually.

Zhang Tianhao even introduced his new daughter-in-law, He Qiaoer.

"By the way, Master, I, Zhang Tianhao, was a bastard in the past and caused you trouble. This time when I came back, in addition to offering sacrifices to the ancestors, I also brought some money to the village. I hope you can use it to improve the village!"

As he said that, he reached out and took the small box from He Qiaoer's hand and carefully placed it on the table.

Then he opened it and saw that in the small box, in addition to ten small yellow croakers, there were ten rolls of dollars neatly arranged.

"This, this..."

When Mr. Zhang saw so much money, he was stunned.

After all, the money this time seems to be too much.

"Xiao Haozi, you are a famous general now, you have more places to spend money, you don't need to give us money, really!"

"Master, please take it. I don't have anything to give you. Use this money to repair the village. It has not been repaired for many years. It is a bit dilapidated. I also hope that everyone can live better and eat better."

"Master Zhang, you should accept it. This is Xiao Haozi's kindness. When you worship your ancestors in the future, you should write Xiao Hao's name into the family tree. This will be better."

Uncle Ma on the side also persuaded Uncle Zhang with a smile. After all, with so much money, they could definitely renovate the entire village, which would be much safer.

"Okay, I'll take it. I'll build a separate house for your family, and I'll keep it whether you come back to live there in the future or not."

"Thank you, Master!"

"Okay, there's not many people at home now. After the ancestor worship, have lunch at my house. I have a lot of new prey at home."

"Master, no need. I don't have time at all. I have been traveling overnight these days. I will pay homage to my ancestors on the Qingming Festival, and then go to the front line to fight the Japanese. I will not return home until I defeat the Japanese army."

"Well, you are worthy of being a son of the Zhang family. I will drink a farewell drink for you."

"Thank you, old man!"

Zhang Tianhao still accepted this special wine. After all, he didn’t know when he would come back, and it would be at least ten years since they last met.

"Xiao Haozi, where are you looking for the devil now?"

"In Northern Jiangsu, I am the commander-in-chief of the Northern Jiangsu Army Group! Chairman of the Northern Jiangsu Government."

"I see, I see. Xiao Haozi, do you want to take the young men in the village with you? After all, they are all good kids and will never do anything stupid when fighting the Japanese."

"Master, no need. There are not many young men left in the village. This war has lasted long enough and enough people have died. It is better to leave some incense in the village!"

Zhang Tianhao sighed and smiled bitterly. "Master, the Zhangjia Village has had a very hard life. All the young people combined, there are no more than 20 of them. I remember that there were more than 100 young people in our village. Now look, some are dead, some are missing. How can we not leave some incense for the village?"

"So, sir, I reject this proposal!"

Upon hearing this, Master Zhang also looked disappointed. After all, they all knew that they had been holding on in this battle until now. If they wanted to hold on any longer, more people would have to die.

"Master, the wars I fought over there were not many small fights. Many of them involved more than 10,000 people, planes, artillery, and tanks. They were not something that a few people could move."

"Ugh!"

When the old man heard this, he sighed and understood that a commander-in-chief had many subordinates. He knew better than anyone how many people he had under him. Even if more than 20 young men went to the village, it would be of no use.

"Xiao Haozi, I understand."

Neither of them mentioned the matter again, but drank tea in silence.

After about ten minutes, Zhang Laosan was seen running in from outside.

"Father, Uncle Ma, Mr. Zhang, everything is ready, let's go to the ancestral hall to worship our ancestors!"

"it is good!"

As the group arrived at the ancestral hall at the back, Zhang Tianhao, led by the old man and others, kowtowed to his ancestors and even said a few words.

Looking at the tablets placed on the wall, especially some new ones, Zhang Tianhao's expression turned a little ugly.

It was obvious that they had all died not long ago, most of them having died on the battlefield, and some of them had medals placed in front of these tablets.

The person did not come back, but only sent a medal.

Looking at these medals, Zhang Tianhao felt a little complicated.

Many of his former playmates were buried in unknown places, and not even their bodies were brought back. I can only say that this time when he came back, he also saw the difficulties of his hometown.

"I, the unfilial descendant Zhang Tianhao, burn incense to our ancestors and thank you. I hope you can continue to protect our Zhangjiazhai and keep the people of our Zhangjiazhai alive."

"I haven't offered incense to my ancestors for many years. This farewell may be a farewell forever, but as long as I am alive, I will definitely drive away the Japanese devils and restore peace and prosperity to my country."

"Whether I live or die, I have a clear conscience. I will fight a thousand miles away to spread the prestige of my country and spread my true name. I hope that tomorrow the world will live and work in peace and happiness."

"The unfilial descendant Zhang Hanyi and all the unfilial descendants are here to burn incense for you."

Grandpa Zhang also knelt down and led everyone to kowtow to all the tablets in the ancestral hall.

Time passed like this, and after half an hour, the entire ancestor worship ceremony was officially over.

Zhang Tianhao was standing at the gate of Zhangjiazhai with He Qiaoer, watching his grandfather holding a bowl of wine, while Zhang Laosan on the other side also handed a bowl to Zhang Tianhao.

"Xiao Haozi, you are a soldier, but for the country and the family, even if you die, don't forget that you are a person with a country and a family; don't forget that the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang flows in your body; don't forget that you still have a sincere and passionate heart in your chest; don't forget that you are a member of my Zhangjiazhai when you go to die, don't bring shame to my Zhangjiazhai."

My voice was not loud, but it was full of excitement, emotion, sincerity and expectation.

"Master, don't worry, I will never fall down easily. As long as my blood is still flowing, I will not forget my roots, and I will never forget that I am a Chinese."

"Okay, go ahead!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Zhang Tianhao didn't say anything more, he just took He Qiaoer's hand and went down the mountain. (End of this chapter)