My wife is too strong, Mr. Chu can't stand it

Chu Yan'an and Su Qingyu are from the same generation, so they naturally have more to talk about. Chu Yan'an just brought up a topic and Su Qingyu followed it up, talking about the completely different lives in the city and the countryside in the same era, and the conversation was quite lively.

Huang Ze did not go to chat, but came to Su Jin with the support of Huang Guoan.

He didn't say anything, but Su Jin knew what he wanted to do, so she simply stood up and led people to the tea room upstairs.

Chu Heng wanted to go too, but he glanced at Su Qingyu hesitantly and worriedly. Chu Yanan saw this and waved at him, "I'll show the Su family's daughter around the house, you go stay with Xiao Jin."

Chu Heng agreed, said something to Su Qingyu, and followed immediately.

After entering the tea room, Huang Ze sat down and looked at Chu Heng who was preparing to make tea, "Xiao Heng, go out."

Chu Heng did not answer, but looked at Su Jin calmly. He felt that if Su Jin spoke, Huang Ze would not think of driving him away.

Su Jin met his eyes. Actually, he didn't want to get involved in so much trouble, but it didn't make much difference whether Chu Heng knew or not.

He tapped his fingers on the table twice. "Make your tea and stop talking."

This meant that he was asked to stay. Chu Heng smiled and continued to make tea, which also surprised Huang Ze.

He was not sure on the phone before, but now he was certain that Chu Heng might know Su Jin's unusual identity.

He didn't speak in a hurry, and waited until the tea came out. He took a sip and put it down, watching Su Jin's fingers holding the teacup rubbing the edge of the cup. These little movements really haven't changed until now.

Huang Ze asked him, "Sir, why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

Su Jin raised her eyes and looked at him with amusement, "You can't see me, what are you talking about?"

"I always thought that the master was still sleeping." Huang Ze sighed lightly, blaming himself for not having the ability to even guard the grave.

Su Jin didn't beat around the bush. "I don't remember much about the past, and you've aged so much that if I hadn't seen your grandson, I wouldn't have even remembered you existed."

Huang Ze also laughed when he mentioned his grandson. He beckoned Huang Guoan to come closer, patted his shoulder and said, "This child is most like me. Let him help you from now on."

"I don't need it." Su Jin raised her eyes and looked at Huang Ze, "You know very well what I am. It's not a good thing to be associated with me. I came to you back then because I had no other choice. You have been guarding me for so many years, and that's enough. You don't need to sacrifice a grandson."

Huang Ze's cloudy eyes grew darker. "Did I do something wrong? Is Mr. dissatisfied? Guoan has a calm personality and is also quite accomplished in calligraphy and Chinese painting..."

Su Jin interrupted him, "Now is a peaceful and prosperous time. I can live to old age in this body and don't need the service of collecting corpses."

Huang Ze was not discouraged. "Guoan's son just got married and will be able to have a baby in the next two years. I will send the baby to you then."

Huang Ze's words were a little anxious, and the centenarian looked at Su Jin eagerly, with a bit of earnestness and grievance.

This made Chu Heng and Huang Guoan, the two younger generations, feel a little embarrassed, and both pairs of eyes fell on Su Jin.

Su Jin was helpless. He wanted to curse and refuse directly, but seeing that Huang Ze looked like he was about to be buried, he really couldn't say anything.

He picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp, then changed the subject immediately, "How did I die?"

Huang Ze's body trembled at these words, and his eyes instantly became moist. He opened his lips, but could not utter a word. He could only hold Huang Guoan's hand tightly.

Huang Guoan immediately took out the medicine he had brought with him and fed it to Huang Ze. He then smoothed his chest for him and spoke with difficulty, "In 39, a large number of People's Army troops came out from the southwest and joined forces with troops from all over the country to launch a counterattack. However, their weapons were too outdated, and they could only rely on a large number of people to force the enemy back to Linjiang."

Huang Guoan raised his eyes and looked at Su Jin. "The entire area north of Linjiang has been occupied by the enemy. All the cities to the north have fallen, and there are still large numbers of scattered troops trapped. They have blown up all the bridges and slaughtered soldiers and civilians on the other side of the river. The bodies have been thrown into the river, and the water has turned red.

From mid-June to July, we were unable to cross the river. If we withdrew our troops, they would attack us, and the south would fall quickly."

Chu Heng knew about this battle. It was written in history books, and he had also heard Chu Yan'an mention it.

But Chu Yan'an was not born at that time. He had only heard about it from some elders, but had never actually seen it with his own eyes. However, he remembered that this tug-of-war seemed to have ended because of a natural disaster, across the Linjiang River.

He looked at Su Jin and saw that he was just frowning, as if he had some memories.

Huang Guoan took a deep breath and continued, "Heavy rain began on July 12th, and by the late night of the 14th, the mountain collapsed, sending huge rocks into the river, forcibly paving a path. Nine hundred and twenty-three men from the Third Regiment of the Seventh Division of the People's Army crossed the river to attack the enemy headquarters in Quan'an County. Five thousand enemy troops were completely annihilated, and the Third Regiment also suffered heavy losses. This was reported to the superiors at the time, completely opening the battle on the north bank of the Linjiang River."

Chu Heng tightened his hands under the table, feeling a faint sense of unease. He spoke with difficulty, "Even if a heavy rain caused the mountain to collapse, it would be impossible to pave a road across the river. There must be another reason, right?"

Huang Guoan bit his lip and glanced at Huang Ze before continuing, "The torrential rain was caused by Mr. Changye. The mountains collapsed, and the riverbed was covered with the corpses of our slaughtered compatriots. We crossed the river on the night of July 14th. After midnight, the gates of hell opened on the 15th. The souls who entered Quan'an County with the Third Regiment were those who died at the hands of the enemy.

Praying for rain, summoning spirits, and reversing the course of battle, Mr. Chang Ye was attacked and died at sunrise on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Huang Guoan let out a long breath, forced back tears, and said hoarsely, "Mr. Changye had a premonition long ago. Before making the decision, he went to my grandfather to instruct him on the funeral arrangements. His body was tied with red string and copper coins and buried, with an oil-paper umbrella painted with red spider lilies covering his head. His body must not be disturbed for eighty years.

Grandpa didn't dare tell anyone else and could only hide the body. After the war, he secretly brought Mr. Changye's remains back to the capital and buried them under the jujube tree in the courtyard, waiting for Changye to return.

Chu Heng always knew that Su Jin’s death might not be simple, but he never expected it to be such a crucial battle.

After the Third Regiment opened the battle on the north bank of the Linjiang River, the People's Army crossed the river one after another and began to counterattack from Quan'an County. The scattered troops that were originally trapped on the north bank also began to gather and launched a full-scale war.

If Su Jin had not opened this breakthrough, it would have taken an unknown amount of time to bypass Linjiang, and no one knew how many people would have died along the way.

Can....

Chu Heng looked at Su Jin again. He was still sitting there with a cold expression, as if he was listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.