Countless people smashed the statue of Fang Che they worshiped into pieces, but there are also countless people who are still pious.
Especially those who were rescued from the sea of misery by Fang Che. Although some people stood up to bring order to the chaos and cursed Fang Che crazily, the vast majority of them seemed to instantly transform into fighters, fighting against their surroundings, fighting against public opinion, and fighting against the general trend.
Resist desperately and defend vigorously.
"No matter what you say, Fang is always a good person!"
There are still too many such people.
Society has begun to become polarized, and there are almost no wall-guards standing in the middle!
The entire southeast was engaged in fierce fighting, either with verbal exchanges or with outright fighting.
This is the case for Donghuzhou, the same for Baiyunzhou, and the same for Baixiangzhou.
But in Baiwuzhou, everything is peaceful. Baiwuzhou is not like East Lake Baiyun Baixiang and other islands, which are all inland and in areas with developed transportation.
Therefore, the common people in these inland continents actually live a pretty good life.
But Baiwuzhou is different. Baiwuzhou is located in a remote place, and all the ordinary people are almost a bunch of miserable people.
For most people, it is normal to go hungry for two meals in three days, and there is no way out.
Ever since Fang Chesheng killed Baiwuzhou, everyone's life has become better day by day.
Not only can I have enough to eat, but I can also have some extra money, and I can also let my children study and become more successful.
Before Captain Fang came, Baiwuzhou was full of bullies of all kinds, but after Captain Fang came, there were no more bullies!
So when this wind blew to Baiwuzhou, the people in Baiwuzhou were even very surprised.
"Oh, someone actually dares to frame Captain Fang! You're crazy!"
"Such a heartless person will be punished sooner or later!"
"What does it matter whether you believe it or not? Anyway, Mr. Fang is doing it at my house. He will continue to do it in the future."
"What does Night Demon have to do with it? Does it have anything to do with me? What kind of leader is Night Demon? I only know Captain Fang!"
"If it weren't for Mr. Fang, I wouldn't be able to live like this. He is a god, so I will believe in him. If he is a devil, I will worship the devil from now on."
"It's ridiculous. Is it so easy to accuse someone?"
Countless old people use crutches at home to teach their children and grandchildren: "You must have a conscience! I don't care what others do, but in our family, whoever dares to scold Mr. Fang, you try!"
"It's not okay to scold me outside! As long as you let me know, get out of this house! I don't have such ungrateful descendants!"
Countless old men pointed at the so-called "Twenty-Three Points" with their walking sticks and said with disdain: "What is this? This is a broken book!"
"I have seen this kind of thing countless times in my life? Do you believe what a bad book says and don't believe the white rice you eat? Your brain is covered in feces?"
"Don't talk about this. I don't even believe in your so-called history. Isn't that stuff just the storyteller's two-pronged talk? Just listen to whatever you say, just for fun, it's nothing. It won't affect the house or the food.
"
"Isn't this stuff written by a literati? A literati's pen means he can write whatever he likes? You believe him when he writes it? Are you a literati?"
"That's it! No one is allowed to scold, and give good incense to Mr. Fang! We, the common people, point to Mr. Fang to bless us, what? Do you expect these twenty-three items to give you white rice? Eat it.
Are you numb?"
This trend affects Baiwuzhou.
The strange thing is that what the Twenty-Three Articles set off in Baiwuzhou was not the general verbal and written criticism of the other party, but the crazy abuse of the literati.
A big man opened his clothes, revealing his chest full of black hair, holding twenty-three in his hand, standing on a high place and asked loudly: "Do you know what this is?"
"What is this?" the crowd understood.
"This is something written by a scholar!" the big man yelled.
"Oh oh oh...literati..." the crowd responded.
"Do you know what the literati used to write?" the big man asked again.
"Use a pen, what else can I use?" the crowd rolled their eyes.
"Hahaha, of course it was written with a pen."
The big man laughed wildly: "Do you know why the thing that literati use to write is called a pen? Why can't it be called something else?"
This question aroused everyone's interest and asked: "Why?"
The big man showed a sly smile: "Because this sound is the same as that one. It is written with this thing. It must be called this name and must be pronounced with this sound. Do you know why? Because of this thing... I think
Just do whatever you want, do whatever you want!"
"Hahahahaha..."
Suddenly there was a burst of laughter below.
Countless women also heard this and turned their heads with red faces: "Bah! Vulgar!"
The big man was obviously going crazy on his own. He became more and more cheerful, waving twenty-three articles, and said loudly: "So this thing for writing can only be called a pen, and it must not be called a pen! Do you understand? Our ancestors are wise!"
Suddenly the sky was filled with laughter.
Countless people laughed and cursed at the same time: "Thanks for this, I still know how to praise my ancestors, but this praise is not in the right place. Is this where the wisdom of our ancestors is shown?"
A storyteller was beaten out of a restaurant with a stick. His face was covered in blood and he banged on the door: "I don't dare anymore. I don't dare speak anymore. I still have to eat... I will never dare again in the future."
More and more people are watching.
The boss walked out with his arms crossed, his waist straight and his belly protruding, and he spat disdainfully: "Don't be ridiculous, everyone, this old guy actually dares to scold Captain Fang in my store with twenty-three things written by that stupid thing! Really!
Damn it, what bad luck! I don’t do business and I won’t let this old guy stay in my shop, get out! Get out of here!”
In a teahouse, a storyteller was surrounded by the audience and kicked on the ground!
"Let you scold Mr. Fang!"
"You bastard! You actually scolded Mr. Fang!"
"You're an old guy who just relies on making men happily beg for food, and you actually scolded Mr. Fang. To put it bluntly, you're just a beggar. If Mr. Fang hadn't managed Baiwuzhou so well, you wouldn't even be begging.
Go to hell! You actually have the nerve to scold me! Scholars really don’t have any good ideas!"
Several aristocratic families in Baiwuzhou wanted to take advantage of this trend to do something, but they were urgently stopped before they could take action.
"Public anger has completely gone counterproductive. At this time, you must not go against this trend. Even though they are ordinary people, if these idiots really go crazy, they can really make us all in Baiwu."
Zhou can’t survive!”
"Hurry up and start praising Captain Fang. Besides, the mud-legged people are right, what does it have to do with the Night Demon and the Blood Demon? Has it brought disaster to Baiwu Continent?"
"The whole family has given instructions."
The master of the Baiwuzhou Guarding Hall has been replaced. The original Wu Zhiyun has gone to someone unknown, and the new master is named Jin.
On the first day after taking office, Article 23 must be implemented throughout the territory.
but……
Just after the order was issued, the original deputy palace master suddenly turned pale, clutched his stomach and fell down. Everyone was shocked: "What's going on? What's going on?"
The deputy palace master's soybean-like sweat kept pouring out, and he was trembling when he spoke: "Asking for leave...recuperation...treatment..."
"Send the deputy palace master home quickly."
Then it was discovered that another war hall leader took his people out to perform a mission and did not return all night. The next day, all of them had broken arms and legs and were sent back lying on the carriage: "The subordinates are ashamed... they can only ask for leave."
Already..."
"I have pills..."
"Don't waste such expensive elixirs...it will only take a few days to heal."
The war hall has rested.
Then the deacon hall suddenly suffered from food poisoning, and everyone went home to recuperate.
One day.
The Lord of the Golden Palace discovered that, except for himself and a confidant he had brought, there was no one guarding the hall.
No one is gone.
Even the doorman and chef are gone.
No matter how stupid you are, you understand now.
Lord Jin’s face turned purple with anger: “You are going against the grain! This is going against the grain!”
"If you don't do it, others will!"
In anger, Palace Master Jin contacted his superiors and reported to the Southeast Headquarters, requesting that those people be punished.
Zhao Shanhe was furious: "You bastard, you can't even be a palace master. What did you do in the past? Your Jin family swore to recommend you to such a loser? If not, get out! I don't want a piece of shit like you! Even my own property
You can't even settle the matter, what kind of palace master do you think you are?! You still have the nerve to complain to me? What kind of shame do you have? The Jin family doesn't even have any dignity?"
Zhao Shanhe finally caught one person and scolded him thoroughly.
Palace Master Jin's face turned green after being scolded. But Zhao Shanhe's scolding was justified.
As the master of the palace, you can't control anyone. What do you do for food?
So I went to find the Deputy Palace Master in a low voice, and the conversation broke down. The two of them started to quarrel. Of course, the Golden Palace Master has a high level of cultivation, and the Deputy Palace Master is definitely no match for him, but the Deputy Palace Master simply gave up the challenge.
"I don't want to do it anymore. Can I just resign? I don't want to do it anymore. I have a strong force. What can I do that's not better than this? Now you can take my knife, right?"
"Okay. I quit, as you wish."
The deputy palace master wrote a resignation letter on the spot and threw it over.
"I am no longer your subordinate now. I resigned. It has nothing to do with you. Get out now, immediately, immediately! I feel sick when I see someone named Jin now. You have changed my view of wealth. I originally
I like gold the most. Now, when I see gold, I feel sick. It’s so stupid... How will I live in the future..."
As for everyone else, it's basically the same.
Until the palace master insisted on using elixirs for a deacon with a broken leg, the deacon told the truth: "I said Jin, please don't bother me. Do you think my leg was broken accidentally?"
What? I broke it myself. If you heal it for me, I can break it again."
"Save this leg for you to run errands to frame Captain Fang? What the hell do you want to eat?"
"Why do you, the Jin family, send you here and think that all the idiots don't know about it? You really can't cooperate. You can find someone else. If it doesn't work, you can fire me. If it doesn't work, I can resign myself... Anyway,
I will just leave this sentence here: Anyone else can come, but if one of you six families can establish a foothold in Baiwuzhou, I will change my name from now on to be called a shit-eating dog!"
"The sky is high in Baiwuzhou and the emperor is far away, but the people here are so fucked!"