Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Feng Qingxue was taken aback, "What kind of devastation happened in our Caohu?"

"Just as Sister Sanbao described, shell cases and bashed houses could be swept into a small mountain-like pile. The old folks who could not run fast would hide in their homes or in the cellar. Some died, some were lucky to survive. After the war, wails were heard everywhere. Remember the little river nearby the house where you and Xiaoyun lived?"

Feng Qingxue nodded. Indeed, there was a river.

Lu Jiang continued, "That river was filled with corpses. The nearby ditches and gullies were all filled with bodies. Spending days and nights just to cremate and bury them, I remember I went there with the troops to handle it. There were innocent villagers and fallen brothers. I remember it vividly even now. The mountain Sister Sanbao talked about is south of Wanglou and north of Caohu."

At this point, Lu Jiang sighed deeply.

Numerous lives, tears, and blood were sacrificed for our present peace, so many that it’s impossible to count.

Feng Qingxue suddenly remembered. It seemed to be the mountain she crossed for the first time when she went to the county. She even stopped in a valley to check the files in her space.

"Is it that mountain? I remember it." There seemed to be a lot of unnamed graves on the mountainside.

"Yes, it’s that mountain. The un-flattened graves there are filled with the heroes who died in the war."

"Flattening graves for cultivation?" Feng Qingxue suddenly recalled something else, "Right, due to current customs, no family offers any tribute to their ancestors’ graves. Where are the tombs of our ancestors? I’ve never heard you or father mention my mother’s or elder brother and his wife’s graves."