On the market day of Bailu Town on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the crowds of people buying new year goods and watching the fun were unprecedentedly crowded. The narrow streets of the ancient town could hardly bear the surging flow of people and were about to burst. A meeting to fight against the old monks of Sanguan Temple was held for the first time.
, the venue was chosen to be on the theater building in the center of Bailu Village, and its purpose was obvious. The old monk, who was over sixty years old, was tied to a big pillar at the backstage of the theater. He never expected that he would suffer such a fate.
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The old monk rented dozens of acres of land in Sanguan Temple to farmers in nearby villages, and lived like a god by collecting rented grain. He made a private rule that men would be required to pay the rent in summer and autumn every year, and the rent was agreed upon at the end of autumn.
The matter of land requires women instead of men. Those women who came to hand over the land rental procedures paid the same price no matter whether they were beautiful or ugly. This old slut, no matter young or old, pretty or ugly
, no one refuses, no one refuses, everyone knows this secret and no one wants to reveal it.
The quiet lanes of Bailu Village were crowded with men and women from various villages. The square below the theater was crowded with people. There were constant commotions backstage. Many people climbed up the back window on horse racks to peek at the old man tied to a big pillar.
Monk. According to the agenda, the three tenants who rented land first complained, and then Heiwa, director of the Preparatory Office of the Bailu District Agricultural Association, announced the decision to deal with the old monk: expel the old monk and allocate the official land of Sanguan Temple to the tenants.
.But the struggle meeting was chaotic at the beginning. Before the first tenant farmer finished his accusation, the people in the audience started roaring and yelling. Stones and tiles flew up from the stage to the theater and hit the people standing in front of the stage.
The old monk, the order was almost uncontrollable. Lu Zhaopeng held his hands like a trumpet and put it on his mouth, shouting, but it didn't matter. Hei Wa and his brothers didn't know what to do. This kind of scene was unexpected.
The chaotic shouts in the audience gradually unified into a simple and powerful cry: "The guillotine will kill the dog." The brothers surrounded Heiwa and shouted: "The dog will die." Heiwa said to Zhaopeng, "The guillotine will kill you."
It's not his fault," Lu Zhaopeng said: "Guillotine" Five or six brothers pulled the old monk, who had been hit by a flying stone and his face was bleeding, down to the theater. The crowd followed and rushed to the fork in the road leading to the official road in the south of Bailu Town.
, a guillotine was carried there at the same time. The old monk was already as limp as mud, and was stuffed under the guillotine by many tearing hands. When the guillotine was about to fall, the crowd suddenly scattered, fearing that the unlucky blood would be splashed. The guillotine was pressed down.
There was a click, and a burst of blood appeared. The crowd roared and rushed forward. The old monk's severed body and head were trampled and kicked in the crowd, and even the guillotine pillar was trampled to pieces.
The prestige of Heiwa, his thirty-six revolutionary brothers and the nine farmers' associations was so great that in just seven or eight days, another forty or fifty villages hung up the signs of the farmers' association with green characters on the white ground. Heiwa
No matter what, he couldn't help but feel joyful: "The wind and snow are really blowing now. Brother Zhaopeng, the revolution is about to succeed." Lu Zhaopeng did not hide his leader's joy: "Hei Wa,
Now go and besiege the most stubborn feudal fortress immediately."
The first day of the Lunar New Year was chosen as the day when the Bailuyuan Farmers Association headquarters was established, and the venue was once again chosen as the theater in Bailu Village.
On New Year's Eve, when every family was making dumplings, Hei Wa walked into the gatehouse of Bai Jiaxuan's house. Brother Thirty-Six wanted to go with him to cheer, and Hei Wa said, "I'm going alone. I want to give it a try."
How brave." He wore a uniform, which was made by Tailor Han using a machine. Tailor Han still used foreign machines to sew clothes to make money. When Hei Wa walked into the gatehouse of the Bai family, he kept reminding himself to straighten his back and keep walking.
Entering the courtyard between the gate room and the wing room, and then walking into the main hall of the upper room: "On behalf of the Preparatory Office of the Agricultural Cooperative Association, I tell you to hand over the key to the ancestral hall." Bai Jiaxuan was arranging offerings of fruits in front of the incense-filled sacrificial table, and turned around
Heiwa said: "Okay." Hei Wa glanced at Bai Jiaxuan, who was upright, and couldn't help but straighten his waist, and stretched out his hand to receive the key. Bai Jiaxuan's hand had no intention of reaching under the robe to take out the key: "Not right now.
, I will give it to you tomorrow morning. When the clan members go to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors, I will hand it over to you in front of the whole clan, old and young." Hei Wa said, "It's up to you."
Before the first day of the Lunar New Year, Hei Wa and his thirty-six brothers gathered outside the ancestral hall. He held an iron hammer in his hand. With a bang, the iron lock and the iron ring on the door fell to the ground.
Hei Wa took the lead and walked into the gate of the ancestral hall. He suddenly remembered the scene of kneeling in the yard and being slapped by Mr. Xu. He walked up the steps without hesitation and smashed down with a hammer. The iron lock on the main hall door of the ancestral hall also fell to the ground.
It was swept clean, and the large square table dedicated to the ancestors was also wiped clean. Various fruits made of fine flour were placed on it. The red wax oil that had been burnt was condensed on the wax table, and a layer of incense ash fell on the incense burner.
Jiaxuan had just burned incense on the night of the 30th. Heiwa stood in front of the sacrificial table for a long time, looking at the scroll on the front wall densely packed with ancestors, and was reminded that he and Xiao'e were rejected.
The humiliation of worshiping ancestors. He said: "Brothers, hurry up and clean up all Bai Jiaxuan's stuff and spread out our desks." He walked out of the main hall and came to the yard again, looking at the tree planted in the yard.
The stone tablet of "Renyi Bailu Village" in the middle said: "Smash this into pieces." With two crisp sounds, the stone tablet broke. Heiwa put one hand on his hips and pointed to the stone-engraved rural covenant clauses on the walls outside the main hall door and said:
"Dig this up and smash it too." When Heiwa and his brothers were digging and smashing in the ancestral hall, the tribesmen of Bailu Village gathered around the door to watch, but no one dared to go in and stop them. Someone had already done this.
The clan leader Bai Jiaxuan was quietly informed of what was going on here, and he actually said calmly: "Oh, I won't have to hand over the keys now."
Dozens of villages that had established farmers' associations rushed to Bailu Village from all directions with gongs and drums. Men, women and children from villages that had not established farmers' associations also came as if they were watching a big show. "Today's guilders." Leading to Bailu Village.
The official path of Lu Village is crowded with people. The dragon pattern has been removed from the lace dragon flags, and the logo of the Farmers Association of a certain village has been temporarily cut out with green paper or green cloth, and is flying in front of the theater in Bailu Village.
More than a dozen gong and drum troupes set up the stage to beat each other, causing pigeons to fly high into the blue sky without daring to spin down. Bailu Village was shaken to the core. Heiwa stood in the theater and loudly announced: "Bailuyuan Farmers Association"
The headquarters has been established. From today on, all power belongs to the Farmers Association." Amid the sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers, a sign with green characters on a white ground and red silk was held by two brothers as they walked down the ladder from the theater and passed through the crowd.
Arriving at the gate of the ancestral hall, the black gunpowder iron gun with the strongest shocking power made a full sixty-one dull roars in succession, which was a symbol of the sixty-one villages that had established farmers' associations.
The bowler and the guillotine were dragged from the backstage of the theater to the front stage at the same time. The guillotine was placed in the left corner of the stage. The bowler was tied up and held in the right corner of the stage. The bowler still jumped up from the four hands twisting his arms, and went to
He jumped up, cursed and yelled, and the roar from the audience got louder and louder.
Wan Ke is a native of Jiajiagoukou Village, Nanshan. His surname is Pang, his birth name is Getawa, his official name is Ke Gong, and he is the third eldest child. He is nicknamed Leng Sanmao and is most commonly known as Wan Ke. He drove a donkey when he was sixteen or seventeen years old.
He went to Yaozhou to carry bowls, and then drove donkeys carrying bowls to various villages in Bailuyuan to sell them. The large yellow-glazed rough porcelain bowls he brought back were piled on the chopping boards of almost every house. He made a fortune carrying bowls and selling them.
He built a carriage and opened a porcelain branch in Bailu Town. The main store is in the hot spring town of Nanshangen, his hometown. He has become a tyrant in Nanyuan and Nanshangen. The five brothers are known as the Five Tigers. His many bad deeds
The most outrageous thing about his behavior is the ravage of women. Every newly married wife must be invited to have sex with him on the first night. His insatiable and insatiable beast-like desire for women has been revealed since a young age. He used two
Large porcelain bowls are exchanged for the bodies of women who love to take advantage. This happened in several villages: the bowler pretended to collect money and walked into the yard of an old friend.
The bowls were all sold out, and one time someone even took away the donkey tied to the elm tree at the door. The bowler became more and more indulgent when he got rich, and often made the newlyweds who had no experience in sexual life live in despair... The bowler is now being punished.
He was tied up on the stage without any shame or fear, and kept shouting and cursing: "I, Gotawa, have slept with countless mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law. I have been guillotined and beheaded. I am still worthless twenty years later."
Tawa, you sell bowls and sleep with your mother-in-law..." Before Heiwa could finish announcing the bowl guest's crime, several extremely angry men jumped up to the theater and kicked the bowl guest off the corner of the stage, throwing bricks and stones.
The piece smashed the bowler into a pile of meat...