Chapter 362: Scavenger old man

Chapter 362 Picking up the elderly
"Little sea, I have already got off the plane, hahaha."
As soon as the phone was connected, Xiao Qingshan’s hearty voice came, but in this voice, there was an uncontrollable excitement.
"Do you need me to pick you up?" Lin Hai said.
"No, you bring a monkey wine and go to the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery to wait for me."
I don't know why, when Xiao Qingshan mentioned the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery, it seems that the voice is a little choked.
Hanging up the phone, Lin Hai asked the driver about the address of the Tianmanshan Martyrs Cemetery. The result was very coincident. They just passed by on the way back to the city.
"To tell this Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery, there is still a story." The taxi driver was a very good middle-aged man, laughing and talking to Lin Hai.
"Oh? What story?" Xiao Lao actually asked him to go to the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery to wait for him, and Lin Hai suddenly became interested in it.
"Speaking of this Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery, in fact, only one martyr was buried inside, which was built by the local people during the War of Resistance."
"Only one martyr?" Lin Hai was the first to hear about this situation.
"Yes, the martyrs who sacrificed at the beginning were all buried in the cemetery of the Spring City Martyrs. Only the body of the martyr in Tianmang Mountain, the local people are not allowed to move, saying that the martyr is a good son of Tianmang Mountain and must be buried in it. Where they are, let the descendants of the generations pay homage to generations."
"It turned out to be like this." Lin Hai nodded. The original people were so simple, the soldiers and the people were deep and deep.
When it came to this, the taxi driver suddenly shook his head.
"Unfortunately, the people's thoughts at the time were good, but people's lives have changed, but the hearts of the people have changed. How can their children and grandchildren sprinkle their blood on these heads and bring their good days to the hearts of the martyrs?

The taxi driver seems to be an angry youth. When it comes to this, the tone is faint and indignant.
"You don't know. When I was in junior high school more than ten years ago, I often passed by Tianmang Mountain. The cemetery of the heroic martyrs was soaring and grassy, ​​and the people who looked at it were really chilling, hehe."
The taxi driver lamented again and again, and Lin Hai’s heart was also an inexplicable pain.
It’s more than Tianmang Mountain. This kind of place for the martyrs’ cemetery, regardless of whether it’s a desolate place, is there less in China?
What's more, in order to make money in the enclosure, destroy the martyrs' cemetery, and disturb the peace of the martyrs, there are times when they are found.
Lin Hai really can't figure out what happened to this Chinese nation with five thousand years of civilization. What happened?
For the sake of money, actually treating the hero of the nation like this, is it that the conscience has let the dog eat it?
The taxi driver screamed at the locals' wolf-hearted dog lungs and slowly continued.
"And, more than a decade ago, there was a sudden pick-up of old people here. The old man was a respected elder." The taxi driver suddenly gave a thumbs up.
"The old man made a living by scavenging for a very hard time, but even so, at this time of the year, he will go to the Tianmangshan Martyrs Cemetery to worship and clean up there."
Lin Hai heard this and could not help but respect the old man.
"I guess, this old man must be a martyr's comrade, and he has never been a soldier, but he can see that his comrades are deep."
Lin Hai silently nodded, the feelings between the soldiers, not ordinary people can understand, especially the old generation of the war friendship that was born and died together.
"Oh, just the day before yesterday, the old man made another city that shocked the whole city, even the newspapers were boarded." The taxi driver said, his face was faintly admired with a hint of admiration.
"The old man who picked up the waste, even replaced all the hard-earned money for more than ten years with good cigarettes and good wine, Maotai, China, all that is expensive."
"Oh?" Lin Haiyi, apparently did not understand the meaning of the elderly.
"The next thing, it really makes people admire the old man. He actually sprinkled all these good wines in front of the tomb of the martyrs. All the smokes were inserted around the cemetery and inserted several times. Then all the ones are lit up."
Lin Hai’s heart was moved by a fierce moment.
The behavior of this old man is definitely to pay homage to his comrades.

"Yeah." The driver also nodded. "At the time, when the reporter came, the old man only said a word. The martyrs walked early, did not enjoy this. The government did not care, he could not leave it. He had to fill the martyrs and finished. I took my body and left silently. It was really touching."
When the driver finished, he even raised his hand and wiped two tears.
When Lin Hai heard this, his heart was mixed with feelings. After the driver said anything, Lin Hai did not listen to it.
When it came to Tianmang, the driver stopped the car.
"You walked along this dirt road and walked over 500 meters."
"Dad, you go back first, I go to the Martyrs Cemetery and other Xiao Lao." Lin Hai let Lin Wen take the car first, then got out of the car, did not go to the cemetery, but first arrived at a smoke hotel not far away.
Since it is to the martyrs cemetery, Lin Hai feels that he should express his lofty respect for the martyrs.
"Fifty China, two bottles of Maotai." Lin Hai opened the door to the smoke of the hotel owner said.
The boss suddenly stunned. He is a relatively small smoke hotel. It is also surrounded by people who are not wealthy. Usually, even a Chinese company will sell it out in a month, that is, whoever has a banquet, and occasionally come to take one. Two.
Unexpectedly, today I met such a big customer, the boss quickly smiled and put the tobacco and alcohol in front of Lin Hai.
"Sir, a total of 26,600 yuan." The boss smiled awkwardly.
Lin Hai directly brushed the card, then took the wine to the side and picked out two cigarettes.
Later, against the remaining 48 Chinese cigarettes, Lin Hai swept directly with his mobile phone and sent it to Sun Wukong.
The smoke hotel owner looked at the Chinese cigarette that disappeared in front of his own eyes. The boss who was suddenly screaming at the mouth saw the ghost and looked at Lin Hai. He was so scared that his legs began to shake.
"Don't be afraid, I am a magician." Lin Hai smiled faintly, and walked out under the gaze of the smoke hotel owner.
"Magician? Scared the baby, and thought it was a ghost." For a long time, the smoke hotel owner reacted and patted the chest.
But then, the smoke hotel owner's face changed dramatically.
"Magician!" The owner of the smoke hotel screamed and rushed out of the phone. When he saw a text message reminding him of the balance change, he was reminded that his account had an extra 26,600 yuan.
"Nima, almost scared heart disease!" Smoke hotel owner is really afraid of Lin Hai before the card, is also magic.
Lin Hai naturally didn't know this. He had already carried two cigarettes, two bottles of wine, and went to the Tianmanshan Martyrs Cemetery.
On the way, Sun Wukong sent a message.
Sun Wukong: Ah, hahaha, brother, how come I sent so many cigarettes to my grandson, I really appreciate it, thank you! Behind is a laughing expression
Little confused fairy: The great saint is polite, what our brothers say, thank you, and then find me.
After returning information to Sun Wukong, Lin Hai walked more than 200 meters and suddenly stopped.