Chapter 62

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng subconsciously looked at these people in the market. They are basically vendors who have appeared in the market for a long time. When doing business, they are relatively honest and are not afraid of the guests to settle accounts after autumn.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng asked pork Rong, "hey? Why didn't you find the gang of smokers?"

After listening to Gu Zheng's words, the group of people next to pork Rong immediately put on a disdainful expression: "pull it down, we are conscience traders, but unlike them, brush it twice with a local dog and pretend to be husky."

"Just those jobless owners who come to our market, they also shoot one shot and change places for fear of being caught."

"I'm not a passer-by. Don't look for him, don't look for him."

Looking at the pork Rong dangling in the opposite head like a rattle drum, Gu Zheng's circuitous method of mutual persuasion among vendors, which once appeared in his heart, seems to be infeasible.

He knows the smoker, too. Let's go there in person in the evening.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng nodded and planned to give the business of this group of people in front of him. Next, he fell towards the big guy Zhang: "then you sit in the yard for a while. I'll make two contracts in the study and add some tea to you by the way."

"Oh, that's very kind of you. Go and be busy first. We're not in a hurry."

While saying that he was in no hurry, he took out the water cup and thermos from his pocket.

Sure enough, they are all honest people.

Gu Zheng forced himself to be happy and pushed open the door of his study. However, he found that the laughing and forgetting book, which should have stood up on the desk at this time, was glowing with a very beautiful light yellow golden light.

The golden bright spot, just like the essence, is floating on the pages of the second world, as if light and shadow were flowing, and began to roll slowly.

Ouch?

What are you doing behind your back?

Xiaoforgetshu, who was just awakened by Gu Zheng's push of the door, can no longer stop this man's footsteps. It can only watch the most shameless host in history and look down at the pages it is displaying with a bad smile.

At this time, the pages of the second world, the written records have not yet appeared. Standing in front of the desk, Gu Zheng carefully looked at the powerful function hidden from him by the laughing and forgetting book.

Events of XX years in country X.

In XX, after years of Anti Japanese War, the eight bandits finally completed the domestic reunification war against country X.

Completely wipe out the bandits on this land.

At the moment of recovering the last piece of territory of the motherland, when the leaders of the eight bandits thought they would face a more cruel and protracted war, the leader of the other party took the initiative to sign a self-control treaty with the supreme leader of the eight bandits.

This move is a manifestation of cross era significance for the people of the whole country X.

Because in the face of the horse bandit force whose combat effectiveness is more than three times that of the general bandits, even the eight bandits are ready for the whole nation to die.

After the signing of the treaty between the leader and the legendary general, Ma Fengyun, who was also one of the marshals of country X after the founding of the people's Republic of China, the two sides set up monumental inscriptions at the foot of Qishan mountain and at the entrance to the mountain.

It is used to commemorate the thousands of people's contributions to national unity, and let later people firmly remember that it symbolizes the beginning of their new life.

Only when the country is stable will people's life prosper day by day.

……

The chronicle of these few words was turned over by a pair of slender hands, and a whole book was closed slowly.

The owner of this pair of beautiful hands sighed with regret, and complained to the old people around him as if talking to himself: "there are too few information about Marshal Ma here. In the end, he is one of the marshals who did not want to be in the limelight. In the war, marshal Ma was the least archived in the database because of the terrain of Gansu Province."

"But after the founding of the people's Republic of China, marshal Ma, who clearly has the ability to train troops, retreated bravely and had to go back to Gansu Province. There are fewer records about him."

"It's true that the chief editor wants us to write a biographical book about Marshal Ma to commemorate the XX anniversary of the founding of the people's Republic of China."

"Our little assistant in charge of contacting said that the guards didn't even give a chance to meet, so they put it off until tomorrow."

"If Marshal Ma went out to work, I don't know whether it's true or not. Such a big Marshal didn't hear the news when he went out. Why is it as unreliable as going out to buy a dish?"

This beautiful female editor really wronged Ma Fengyun in her topic. He was once the head of the horse bandits. Now he is a famous but mysterious Marshal ma. People really go out to work.

The scenes in the book follow a turn. The scene is like a movie, and the connection is very smooth.

At this time, the scene is no longer the office of the national editorial agency with full ink fragrance, but transformed into a place where birds and flowers sing and flowers smell. Although it has experienced vicissitudes, it is still recognized by the bystander Gu Zheng at a glance, the back mountain of Weilang mountain.

At this time, Weilang mountain has long been changed. The ubiquitous wolf head signs representing its prestige have long been demolished, and the defensive buildings that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, as well as the houses used to help people live, have long been flattened.

Now on Weilang mountain, only the horse farm and the newly repaired grave on the back hillside, which Gu Zheng is very familiar with, can vaguely see that this is the place where he once lived.

Ma Fengyun in the picture has long been white at the temples and slightly curved at the back, but he still has the courage of his youth.

Years left traces on his face, but life did not leave too much suffering on him.

No matter from Ma Fengyun's spirit or expression, he has had a smooth life these years.

When the Party led by Ma Fengyun came to the foot of the back hillside, he stopped the follow-up of a string of people and horses behind him, and asked the serviceman to take out his prepared sacrifice from the back body of the team. He carried a big bag alone and walked towards the back hillside he knew and missed most.

Now it is the best season of the year in Gansu Province. In that short spring, the flowers and plants all over the mountains are blown alive and shaking in the breeze. It is very gratifying.

But now Ma Fengyun has no time to enjoy the beautiful scenery given by nature. His pace speeds up as the destination gets closer and closer.

In retrospect, the stone road, which was originally a ladder slope, was immediately flattened. A cemetery built with white stones produced by Gansu province appeared in front of Ma Fengyun.

Those tombstones are in a unified system, densely distributed on both sides of the hillside, and can trace their origin to a family from each other's names.

However, among so many tombs, there is a tombstone that is somewhat different, because it is built in the mausoleum park that symbolizes the leaders of horse bandits of previous dynasties, but the owner of the tombstone is not surnamed ma.