The next day, the weather was not bad. Fang Zhao did not stay long at Shanmu Farm and set off for Qingcheng.
Wu Yi could not bear to part with Fang Zhao. The day before, he had been exchanging experiences with shepherd dogs with Fang Zhao. The more they talked, the more he felt that Fang Zhao knew a lot. Fang Zhao's experience could be applied to Muzhou's shepherd dogs. This made Wu Yi's attitude toward Fang Zhao even warmer. He tried to persuade Fang Zhao to stay, but to no avail. Before Fang Zhao set off, he personally sent him off.
"When you have time, bring your little Curly Hair over to play. Let's have a friendly competition. My farm can't compare to those big farms that can host official competitions, but we still have grassland to play on. Don't you believe me? Dogs have a very strong learning ability. Even if they don't know how to graze, they can learn after running around with my dogs. If you guys come again in the future, I won't charge you for staying. Just give me a heads up. If you need any produce, you can let me know. I'll leave some for you. " As Wu Yi spoke, he directed the people to carry the bags of various agricultural products onto the flying transport.
Wu Yi felt that Fang Zhao had taught him a lot during their chat the day before and felt apologetic. He felt that taking advantage of a junior at his age was too much, so he had people prepare a lot of gifts for Fang Zhao. Although he did not like foreigners, he was still very fond of people like Fang Zhao. That was how he was. If he liked someone and got along, he would treat them well. If he did not get along, he would not spare a glance.
On the way from Shanmu Farm to Qingcheng, the weather was not bad. There were no disruptions to the flight.
Although most of Muzhou was farmland, every city had a central district. Like other continents, there were many tall buildings. It was just that the distance between the buildings was rather far, so there would not be a situation like a "black street." Every city had a sheep-herding arena. It was a place of celebration and cultural heritage in every city.
As the capital of Muzhou, Qingcheng not only had a large farm, but its central business district was also rather luxurious. It had the world's largest sheep-herding arena. From the outskirts of Qingcheng to the central business district, it was like going through two extremes. One was a natural and primitive farming area, the other was a high-tech hub of the New Era.
Qingcheng had a special place for flying transports. Transports from other continents like Fang Zhao's were restricted in Qingcheng, and they were not allowed to enter the Cemetery for Martyrs. Therefore, if Fang Zhao and the others wanted to go to the cemetery, they had to choose another option.
After parking his flying transport, Fang Zhao hailed a taxi and headed to the Cemetery of Martyrs.
Like Yanzhou's Cemetery for Martyrs, Muzhou's Cemetery for Martyrs had a similar layout. There was a plaza, a grand monument, a scattered burial area, a public memorial area, a memorial hall, and so on. Everyone knew that Muzhou's Cemetery for Martyrs had a special place — the cemetery for meritorious service dogs.
Other cemeteries might also have meritorious service dogs buried, but there were not as many as in Muzhou, and there would not be a dedicated cemetery like in Muzhou to bury dogs.
Fang Zhao also knew that, at that time, Su Mu's team had the most dogs among all the teams. During the war, many combat dogs had indeed died. The purpose of their existence was to coordinate with humans in battle, and when necessary, they would die in place of humans. After the Founding Era, Su Mu presiding over the establishment of such a place was indeed within Fang Zhao's expectations.
The cemetery for meritorious service dogs was also one of the reasons Muzhou's shepherd dogs had such a high status. At the entrance of the cemetery for meritorious service dogs was a statue of Great General Su Mu and a dog. Fang Zhao recognized that dog. Among all the dogs Su Mu had raised, he had the deepest affection for this dog. Before Fang Zhao had passed away in his previous life, this dog had fought alongside Su Mu in Muzhou. After Fang Zhao had been reborn, he had learned from history books that this dog had saved Su Mu's life. Otherwise, there would not have been a Su Mu among the great generals of the Founding Era. However, that dog had not lived to see the Founding Era.
Arriving at the cemetery's core area, the identity verification process took some time. Because Fang Zhao was a foreigner, the verification process was more detailed. Zuo Yu's verification process took even longer.
"That's how it is. Outside of Yanzhou, many special places have troublesome verification procedures. It's very troublesome," Zuo Yu told Fang Zhao. "Even if you pass the verification process and enter the cemetery's core area, you will be checked again by the cemetery guards."
"Cemetery guards?"
"Yes, they are the people who were transferred here to guard the cemetery. They are a group of people with strong instincts. Most of them are transferred police officers. Every year, they take turns to guard the cemetery. Their noses are sharper than a dog's. Our instructor said that his former comrades are qualified to guard the cemetery. During Memorial Day, they were even transferred to guard the cemetery's core area. "
Just as Zuo Yu finished speaking, someone came over. They had just entered the core area when a cemetery guard came over to check.
"He must have sensed my special identity," Zuo Yu said to Fang Zhao in a low voice. He had come from the special forces, so it was understandable that these people would have their eyes on him so quickly.
As the other party approached, Zuo Yu took the initiative to show his identification.
After looking at Zuo Yu's identification, the man turned to Fang Zhao. "Sorry, please show me your identification."
When checking Fang Zhao's identity information, the other party even raised his head to look at Fang Zhao a few times, especially when Fang Zhao's identity information indicated that his occupation was "composer." His flabbergasted gaze swept back and forth a few times, as if he didn't believe it.
After the police officer left, Zuo Yu asked Fang Zhao curiously, "Why did they take longer to check you than I did?" This was something Zuo Yu did not understand.
"Probably because I am more dangerous than you," Fang Zhao replied.
"... Hehe." Zuo Yu did not believe it.
Fang Zhao did not care what Zuo Yu thought. He walked over to the towering tombstone and looked at the relief sculpture.
The relief sculpture depicted the battle situation in Muzhou's war zone. There were even the silhouettes of cooperating dogs. Other than that, there was another relief sculpture depicting a few figures chatting and laughing together. It was not as serious as during the battle, and it seemed a little casual.
They were all old friends. One of them was Fang Zhao from his previous life.
Fang Zhao looked at the relief sculpture and smiled. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
He walked around the large tombstone and walked to the rows of smaller tombstones behind it. However, when Fang Zhao walked over, he realized that at the first tombstone in the first row, there was a person sitting there. He looked to be about 13 or 14 years old. He was a little chubby, and his head was resting on his knees. Fang Zhao could not see his face, but looking at the wet stains on the ground and the dripping saliva, he knew this chubby kid was sleeping.
Running to the cemetery to sleep? And in the core area of Muzhou's largest cemetery for martyrs, sleeping in front of the first tombstone in the first row?! And no one cared if he was drooling all over the ground?!
Given the vigilance of the cemetery guards and the strict management of the cemetery, it was impossible for such a situation to occur. Unless this person had a special status, for example, a Su family member.
Only members of the Su family would sit here and sleep, and the caretakers of the cemetery would not chase them away.
"Hey, kid!" Fang Zhao gently nudged the person sitting in front of the tombstone.
"Ah?! What?! " That person raised his head, looking dazed. He raised his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth and then turned his hand to the side. Just as he was about to touch the tombstone, he quivered and retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted. He wiped his hand on his clothes and turned his head to look at the tombstone. Seeing that there was no saliva on it, he let out a sigh of relief.
When he saw the kid's face, Fang Zhao knew who he was.
Su Hou, a member of the Su family. Recently, there had been a lot of news about his family. Fang Zhao had seen it when he was looking up the news.
Su Hou also had an older brother and two younger sisters. According to their birth order, they were named Wang, Hou, General, and Xiang. However, Su Hou's father had many lovers and had many children. There was quite a bit of competition in this generation. Su Hou's older brother, Su Wang, was obsessed with the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. His two younger sisters were still young, and Su Hou... only knew how to eat.
Recently, many people in Muzhou had been paying attention to the fact that Su Hou's father would choose among his many children to give away a farm first. He had even set up a bet.
There were many people in the Su family, and Su Hou's father could be considered one of the more capable ones. Recently, the Su family had been in the news. The media had reported that Su Hou's father had revealed during a cocktail party that he would give away a farm to his children. As for who it would be given to, he had not said.
Muzhou people loved to listen to gossip, especially gossip about Muzhou's wealthy Su family. Whenever there was news about the Su family, they would pay attention to this area.
Su Hou was probably one of the reasons for the strict security checks when entering the core district. Although Memorial Day had passed and the cemetery had started to become deserted, the core district should not have so few people.
Waking up from his daze, the chubby boy wiped his saliva and looked at Fang Zhao and Zuo Yu warily. "Who are you?"
After asking, he turned his head and scanned his surroundings. When he saw the cemetery guards in police uniforms not far away, the chubby boy heaved a sigh of relief.
"We are here to pay our respects." Fang Zhao looked at the injury on the chubby boy's forehead. "This injury is from a knock, right? Don't you want to go to the hospital? "
Based on current medical standards, this injury on the chubby boy's forehead was nothing. It would heal in two days.
"Not going!" The chubby boy was furious when he heard about the injury on his forehead. "No treatment!"
Fang Zhao did not press him. He examined the injury on the chubby boy's forehead and asked, "You kowtowed? This is more than eight or ten kowtows. "
"Not only that! I kowtowed 49 times! "Su Hou rubbed the injury on his forehead. Just thinking about it made him angry.
"You kowtowed for General Su Mu?" Fang Zhao asked with a smile. Su Hou's injury had not been inflicted today. It had probably been a day. It was just that he had refused treatment and looked a little scary. The mind of a child at that age always seems to be unpredictable.
"Nope! General Su Mu only needed to kowtow here three times. I was sent to Yanzhou to kowtow! "Su Hou said angrily.
"Yanzhou? Which relative in Yanzhou needs you to kowtow so many times? "Fang Zhao asked.
"Not a relative. It's... a friend of an elder. Every year, someone is sent to pay respects. My brothers and sisters even lied to me, saying that the more I kowtow, the more the elder will bless me. In the end, after I kowtowed, they said there was no need to adhere to formalities and laughed at me for being silly! "
Zuo Yu thought to himself, Your brothers and sisters probably did not expect you to be silly enough to take it seriously. This IQ... Is he really a member of the Su family?
"We are from Yanzhou. Who did you kowtow to? Let me see if you know him," Zuo Yu asked.
"You are from Yanzhou? Do you know this Fang Zhao person? "
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