"Manager Zhang, this matter is not easy to handle.

Mr. Yang was a first-level commander of our army back then.

You should know what this level represented in that era." Director Zhao said with a troubled face.

"Understood!" Zhang Junping nodded to express his understanding.

As long as the commanders of the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War survived, they were first awarded the rank of lieutenant general in 1955, and several others were directly awarded the rank of general.

Such a figure will definitely be the focus of attention at the local martyrs cemetery.

During Qingming Festival and other events, people who visit tombs and pay homage are indispensable.

However, it is not an easy task to move Mr. Yang's body to BJ Babao Mountain.

It’s hard to reach the sky!

Babaoshan itself is not accessible to everyone, let alone martyrs who have sacrificed their lives for more than 30 years, and the local authorities will not agree.

"I want to find a way to get the old man's relics. When we come back, let's make a clothes tomb and bury the old lady and the old man together." Zhang Junping thought for a while and simply gave up.

"This is a good idea! The old lady has been guarding her for fifty years, so she has to make her wish come true." Director Zhao happily agreed.

"Alas! Why do you think this old lady has such a big heart? Are you so confident in leaving her grandson to me?" Zhang Junping said with a bitter smile.

"Then what are you going to do? Adopt it or send it to an orphanage?"

"Alas! Who asked me to eat the old lady's noodles so often?

Speaking of which, I owe her.

Dongzi will be my disciple from now on." Zhang Junping sighed.

"Manager Zhang, no wonder everyone says you are benevolent and righteous. It is because the old lady values ​​this that she can trust you with her grandson.

This is the will she wrote." Director Zhao took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhang Junping.

"This old lady is quite a foreigner, and she still knows how to make a will?" Zhang Junping took the will and took a look at it.

Good guy, this old lady is really particular.

Zhang Junping helped her raise her grandson, marry her and have children. Her courtyard, the east and west wings belonged to Zhang Junping, and the main house and the store room outside belonged to Dongzi.

"This old lady, can I have her house?" Zhang Junping shook his head and put away the will.

Although he is not short of these houses, this is the old lady's wish.

It shows that they are not morally kidnapping you, they are asking you to help raise your grandson, and they are paying you.

"Also, I will apply for Mrs. Yang's funeral expenses later.

Mr. Yang also has a pension, which is about several thousand yuan.

In addition, the state will also give Yang Jindong alimony. It is not much, just fifteen yuan a month and some bills, until he reaches the age of eighteen." Director Zhao has determined that Zhang Junping is sincerely raising Yang Jindong, so he will give him alimony.

The truth was told.

To put it bluntly, Yang Jindong was raised by the state until he was eighteen years old. According to the current living standards, fifteen yuan a month plus bills is enough for his living and study needs.

Zhang Junping only plays the role of a guardian.

"I see!

Let's put the old lady to rest first.

I don’t know anything about Pepsi, so I have to ask our street to help.” Zhang Junping nodded nonchalantly.

"There's no problem with this. I'll go back and call someone right away." Director Zhao readily agreed.

Mrs. Yang is a relative of a martyr in the military, so this is originally the responsibility of their street office.

After Zhang Junping and Director Zhao finished chatting, they entered the room. Dongzi was tired from crying, so he lay on the bed, holding Old Mrs. Yang's hand, and fell asleep.

He reached out and patted Dongzi's shoulder gently.

"Uncle Ping!" Dongzi looked up and saw Zhang Junping, grinning and about to cry again.

"Dongzi, I will call you master from now on.

Just now, in front of your grandma, I accepted you as my disciple." Zhang Junping corrected with a smile.

"Master!"

"Be good! Good boy, I will live in Master's house from now on.

Huai Zhi and the others are here too, you can live together."

"Yeah!" Dongzi nodded, thinking of his grandma again, grinning and crying.

"Good boy, your grandma has been waiting for your grandpa for fifty years, and now she finally has the information about your grandpa.

She went to find your grandpa, you want to..." Zhang Junping said, he couldn't speak anymore, he could only hold Dongzi in his arms and pat his back gently.

At this time, Director Zhao came in with someone.

There are people from the subdistrict office, as well as elderly people from various courtyards in the alleys.

Everyone entered the house and began to get busy.

Someone took out cotton cloth and covered the reflective things in the room.

"Pingzi, please go out first! Let's change clothes for Mrs. Yang." Aunt Wang walked to Zhang Junping and reminded in a low voice.

"Okay!" Zhang Junping nodded and led Dongzi out of the inner room and outside.

In the courtyard, Director Zhao was directing everyone to set up the mourning hall.

In this era, everything is simple, but that does not mean that there is no mourning hall, but the old custom of playing, playing, playing and singing is gone.

Aunt Wang and two middle-aged and elderly women wiped Mrs. Yang's body, changed her clothes, and finished her disguise.

There was no stopping for the coffin. The people from the funeral home came and took her away directly.

Zhang Junping took Dongzi and followed him to the crematorium.

After the cremation was completed, he and Dongzi returned to the yard holding Mrs. Yang's ashes.

The ashes were placed in the mourning hall for people to pay homage to, but there was no incense and no one burned paper.

The pots and stoves have been set up in the yard, and tables, chairs and benches have been set up for mourning and music.

Zhang Junping took Dongzi and knelt beside the mourning hall, waiting for people to pay homage to Mrs. Yang so that they could return the favor.

In the past two years, this set of procedures has not existed in the past few years. When people die, they are directly cremated and then sent to the cemetery to be buried.

At most, there will be a banquet.

At the most strict time, even banquets were not allowed.

"Pingzi, you..." The people who came to pay homage asked in confusion when they saw Zhang Junping pulling Dongzi to kneel in the mourning hall.

"Dongzi is my apprentice, and Mrs. Yang is also my elder. I'll give her a ride." Zhang Junping replied simply.

One after another, surrounding residents received the news, and more and more people came to pay their respects.

There are always some people with dark personalities out there.

"It's a good plan. As soon as this apprentice is taken away and he kneels in the mourning hall, Old Mrs. Yang's yard will belong to her."

"Yes! With such a big yard, if it were me, I would be willing to be a filial son and grandson for Mrs. Yang."

"If you ask me, this guy Zhang Junping shouldn't be cheap in this yard. He should give it to us guys."

"Yes, we usually take care of Grandma Yang's two grandsons, so we should be given a share of this yard."

Zhang Junping listened and sneered secretly in his heart.

It's really crazy to want to eat everything.

Zhang Junping finally understood why Mrs. Yang was looking for him. He was the only one who was not short of money and would not be exterminated, so he had the ability to deter these people who wanted to be exterminated.

"Master!" Dongzi also heard those not-so-quiet discussions and looked at Zhang Junping worriedly.

"Don't worry, as long as Master is here, no one can take your house away." Zhang Junping patted Dongzi on the back and comforted him softly.

"Bah! You're so sanctimonious, I think you enjoy eating Juehu food the most!

You can eat it, why can't we?" Someone spat on the ground.

It was no longer a quiet discussion, but a loud question.

"From Li Ergou's house, Li Ergou is back? Do you believe that I will send you to live there for a few days?" Zhang Junping stood up, looked at one of the women who called her the most cheerful and scolded.

"You are a poor person, you will die a good death! If you do bad things, you..."

"Li Ergou's family, if you dare to curse again, I will send you in today!" Zhang Junping interrupted her directly and threatened.

There was no need to wait for her to scold her before punishing her or scolding her back. There was no need to upset anyone, so Zhang Junping just blocked her mouth with words.

"And you, Mrs. Yang is a martyr of the army. Her husband died on the anti-Japanese battlefield. As the sole heir of Mrs. Yang, Dongzi, who of you dares to think wrongly? The street office, even if the street does not deal with you,

, I will also take care of you.

Think about what happened to Li Ergou, if any of you want to go in and keep company with him, then just keep chewing your tongue." Zhang Junping looked around and said angrily.
To be continued...