Tian Fuxian was sitting in the middle of the theater, and on the guest seats on both sides were eight township officials from nine security stations, as well as He Yaozu from Hejiafang and other squires. The militia members who had undergone preliminary training were dispersed at their respective posts with great energy.
Task, one stood at each corner of the stage, and a row of seven or eight people stood under the stage, all holding guns. There were also seven or eight members of the group with guns on their shoulders distributed in the square under the stage, directing the male and female villagers who came to press their buttons.
Order stood at a certain position. Tian Fuxian began to speak: "Folks, our brothers survived the catastrophe and returned to their original positions." The crowded square suddenly became silent. Tian Fuxian spoke for a short period without losing the gentlemanly demeanor.
The words faded away, and Jin Shushou came on stage next. Before he could stand firmly at the front stage of the theater, he couldn't help shouting: "Mr. Tian Yue, I am not a human being, I am a beast that eats grass and eats shit."
I kicked and bit the dog indiscriminately because I was afraid of Hei Wa's guillotine. Township parties, I swear to the sun today that what I said about Mr. Tian Township planning to increase the amount of land expropriation was all false..." There was a sudden burst of laughter from the audience.
Discussion. Then someone jumped on the stage, took out the silver coins from his pocket, stacked them neatly, and then went to the table and said: "These are the silver coins distributed to our village. The people in my village asked me to return them to the fields."
"General Township Appointment." Then two or three more people jumped on the stage to hand over the silver coins. Another two or three people jumped on the stage to express their position and said: "My village hasn't handed over all the money yet. I'll hand it over after I do." Tian Fuxian left.
He went to the stage and used gestures to stop those who continued to jump on the stage. Then he called the people who had handed over the silver coins one by one to the stage and said: "Everyone take away all the silver coins that everyone handed in and distribute them to the villagers."
." None of those people took the silver coins, and they all made a noise to express that such evil money must never be taken. Tian Fuxian became angry: "The National Revolution is not about making money. If you don't take away the silver coins, I will chop off your hands."
The few people were moved to the square table and put the silver dollars back into their pockets. Tian Fuxian watched them jump off the theater, suddenly turned around and yelled "folks" and then exchanged tears with tears: "I, Mr. Tian, have never loved money in my life.
Hei Wa robbed my money and distributed it to the fellow villagers. If you divide it, it will be divided. I don’t want it anymore. As long as everyone understands my heart, that’s fine." The audience became silent again. Jin Shushou, who was standing aside, began to beat himself.
The sound of slaps, left and right blows, and palm slaps on the cheeks were heard from the theater to the audience. Tian Fuxian sneered at Jin Shushou's actions: "Your problem is not on your face, but on your mouth." After Tian Fuxian said this, he retreated.
On one side, two members of the group came from the backstage, tied Jin Shushou to the pillar in front of the theater, and slapped the pitiful mouth with the soles of his shoes. Jin Shushou howled several times.
He stopped shouting. There was a commotion on the right side of the audience. It was caused by the shoe sole hitting the mouth, and the blood splashed onto the faces and bodies of the people in the audience. Someone picked up a broken front tooth that splashed on the ground.
Then ten members of the group escorted ten people who were tied up from the backstage, and stood in front of the stage in a row. Tian Fuxian introduced to the audience as calmly as counting walnuts and dates: "This is a farmer from Shenhe Village.
Zhang Zhian, the deputy director of the association, nicknamed Niu Tier, he ran to Sanyuan without running away. This is Li Minsheng from Nanzhai Village, he is a good man, he did not run or hide. Lu Zhaopeng and Hei Wa both have good eyesight and quick legs.
He ran away and ran away, leaving his ten revolutionary brothers and thirty-six brothers to be punished by the next generation..." Tian Fuxian paused for a moment when he clicked on the last person: "I don't need to introduce this person. Everyone knows him. Stand.
He is the oldest among the row of deadbeats on the stage, and he is always so crazy in front of the coffin." A group of men and women, including old men, wives and young men, walked up the brick steps leading to the theater.
My daughter-in-law walked onto the stage and immediately fell to her knees, kowtowed and cried: "Tian, Mr. Xiang, please forgive me for being such an unlucky thing." "Tian, Mr. Tian, wants to ask you to treat me like a dog biting you." Tian Fuxian said lightly.
He smiled and said: "Get up quickly, your talk is in vain. People have to speak for themselves." The men and women who begged for mercy suddenly rushed towards their sons or husbands, scolding, pushing and pushing them to talk,
There was chaos on and off the stage. Two people knelt down, and two more people knelt down. Tian Fuxian said, "Haha, your voices are too quiet, and the people in the audience can't hear them. Get the four of them."
From a high place everyone can hear what they say.”
Only now did the villagers understand the purpose of the row of wooden poles temporarily planted under the theater. The four people were escorted by the group to stand under the wooden pole, and then a leather rope was hung from the top of the pole and tied to their backs.
With a "lift" on the wrists behind their shoulders, the four people were hoisted to the top of the pole. From the moment their feet were hoisted off the ground until they rose to the top of the pole, the four people, whether thick or thin, had their legs lifted.
The screams of "bapa, grandma, grandma, grandma" made everyone in the audience feel that they were becoming lighter and weightless and floating into space. Tian Fuxian stood at the entrance of the stage and said to the four people in the air: "If you have anything to say, just say it now."
"The four people begged for mercy. Tian Fuxian pressed his arm down, and the team members loosened the leather rope, and the four people returned to the ground from the top of the pole. Three of the other six people saw it and knelt down. Tian Fuxian stood on the stage.
He looked at the three beggars kneeling at his feet and said, "That little brat of mine wants to eat spicy food. I told you that the spicy food is spicy and you don't dare to eat it. That little brat of mine insists on eating it. The more you say that you don't dare to eat it, the more he insists on eating it."
Eat. I couldn't coax him, so I stuffed a piece of hot pepper into his mouth. He... didn't want to eat hot pepper anymore. You can't just kneel down, you have to go to the pole, and you have to know that hot pepper is spicy. You don't know that hot pepper is spicy,
If there is any trouble in the future, the old disease will relapse." These six people were pushed under the pole according to law, and then hung up and lowered by leather ropes according to law... Tian Fuxian said: "Among these ten dead dogs, three of them are still alive.
Talk. These three people are heroes. Boss He, you are an old guy who loves to show off and falls in love with the high platform. Today, I let you go to the top of the pole. Do you feel that you have been tortured and broken?
"Boss He scolded on the top of the high pole: "Tian Fuxian, I don't think of your baby as anything, not even the thing in my crotch." Boss He spat from the air towards the stage, and people saw a bright red fountain.
Sprinkled on Tian Fuxian. Tian Fuxian angrily lifted up his clothes and wiped the blood on his face. There was another commotion at the front of the stage. The villagers saw a piece of blood-red meat bouncing three times in front of the stage. That was
Boss He bit off half of the tongue that spurted out. Tian Fuxian stepped on it with his foot, turned his thigh vigorously and rubbed it with his feet a few times. Boss He's mouth had become a fountain of blood, and the bright red plasma flowed through his chin and poured into his neck.
The white shirt on his chest and the thin linen rope tied to his chest were dyed red; the blood flowed through the black trousers without showing any color, as if it had passed through a secret passage and reappeared on his ankles, and from the toes
The dripping plasma formed a pool of blood on the dry and dusty ground. Tian Fuxian resumed his gentlemanly demeanor: "Okay, I like tough guys. I'll fuck him." The man holding the rope let go and congratulated him.
The boss jumped from the air to the ground, and his two thick feet were pedaling on the dry ground. The sound of rolling wooden wheels was heard in the air again, and Boss He's limp body was lifted up again, and the arms tied behind his back were stretched.
Straight, that is a sign that all the joints are broken. A large number of men and women have squatted down in the audience, staring at their feet and not daring to raise their heads to look at the blood-red body of Boss He in the air. Boss He was trampled three times in a row.
, like a slaughtered cow, no longer angry or moaning. At this moment, the other five living backbones of the agricultural cooperatives hanging in the air made a cry for mercy, and their parents and brothers were kneeling under each boom.
He and his wife and daughter. Tian Fuxian waved his hands, and the five people were slowly lowered to the ground. "You nine know that spicy food is spicy this time." Tian Fuxian said in a tone of lecturing his little brat, and then looked at him paralyzed at his feet.
The corpse of Mr. He lamented, "The toughest man in Bailuyuan can't get hard anymore."
In the ancestral hall behind the theater, Bai Jiaxuan was identifying the location of the stone tablet "Renyi Bailu Village" that had been planted in the yard. The bluestone tablet engraved with an inscription by the Zishui County Magistrate was taken over by Hei Wa and his 30-year-old agricultural cooperative.
The six brothers smashed them into three large pieces and threw them on the low-lying road outside the door. They were used as stepping stones for people to step on when it rained and there was water on the road. Bai Jiaxuan asked his son Xiaowen to come forward and invited some of the Bailu surnames who were good at clay mud.
Craftsmen with tile skills, and several enthusiastic middle-aged people came to help. They picked up the broken tablets, washed away the mud and dirt with water, and pieced them back together into a complete tablet. Some enthusiastic tribesmen suggested
He said: "We should ask a stonemason to carve a new one. The cost will be donated by the clan." Bai Jiaxuan said: "This is the broken one." After repeated identifications, the location where the monument was originally planted was finally determined. Bai Jiaxuan personally pressed the wooden nails.
The long ruler watched the craftsman carefully spreading the gray thread and said to Xiaowen: "The size should not be wrong even an inch."
Xiaowen led the craftsmen to build the base of the stone tablet. The three broken stone tablets of different sizes could not be supported. Xiaowen and the craftsmen planned a protective plan, using blue bricks and white ash to build a stele hall to cover the broken pieces.
The stone tablet was embedded in it. Bai Jiaxuan reviewed and approved this good design, and added that he suggested that all the blue bricks in the stele hall be polished into fine work.
When the Bai family father and son and the craftsmen carefully implemented this sacred project, there were roars from the theater in front of the ancestral hall, mixed with cries of despair. The craftsmen were stimulated by those sounds and wanted to see what happened, and even
Xiaowen couldn't stay any longer. Instead, Bai Jiaxuan went to lock the door of the ancestral hall, and stood in the courtyard of the ancestral hall and said loudly: "The theater in Bailu Village has now become a gourd." The craftsmen all stared.
, I couldn’t figure out why the patriarch compared the opera house to the gourd used to bake pot helmets, and Xiaowen couldn’t figure out the connection between the gourd used to bake pot helmets and the theater. Bai Jiaxuan didn’t give any explanation, and turned around to do his own thing.
Went. When Tian Fuxian walked into the ancestral hall and said: "Jiaxuan, your theater has been used, and it returns to Zhao intact." His tone was light and funny. It didn't sound like he had just directed a bloody massacre to avenge shame, but it sounded like it was real.
Ge'er enjoyed a funny and cute monkey show. Bai Jiaxuan said in a detached tone: "My theater has really become a mess."
The work of repairing the inscription on the Township Covenant ran into trouble at the beginning. The stone slab on which all the articles of the Township Covenant were engraved was very thin, and the characters were only as big as a fingernail. Heiwa and his revolutionary brothers dug down from the walls on both sides of the main hall.
At that time, these stone slabs could not withstand the hammering and became crumbled, and then they were dumped on the rubble pile outside the ancestral hall wall like garbage. Not only were they difficult to piece together, but they were also incomplete and difficult to restore to their integrity. Bai Jiaxuan originally planned to order a piece from the mountains.
The stone was then asked to be polished and re-engraved by a stonemason. He went to consult his brother-in-law, Mr. Zhu, to see if the provisions of the township covenant needed to be improved. Especially in view of the peasant cooperative riot that had just happened, at least one or two things should be added.
"It's not like opening a grocery store to establish a rural agreement," Mr. Zhu said angrily, "I'm not a wild doctor selling dog-skin plasters." Bai Jiaxuan has never seen his brother-in-law lose his temper, and a little anger has made him at a loss.
Brothers and sisters, Mr. Zhu quickly recovered and sincerely and touchingly praised his action of rebuilding the inscription on the township covenant: "Brother, this is the fundamental solution." Bai Jiaxuan said: "Hei Wa smashed the inscription into pieces. I am going to use it."
Carve the stone again." Mr. Zhu shook his head and said, "No, just splice the smashed stone slabs together and mount them on the wall."
Bai Jiaxuan and the tribesmen who were eager to help picked out the fragments of the inscription from the overgrown rubble, and used a coarse-eye sieve to sift through the dirty soil in the rubble, removing all the fragments of the inscription as small as the size of a finger.
It is possible to collect many places, and then start to splice them on the square table, and then let the masons chisel the more than ten gaps that cannot be filled into uneven plates, and then send them to Bailu Academy to ask Mr. Xu to fill in the incomplete text of the rural covenant.
After the closure of Bailu Village School, Mr. Xu was invited by Mr. Zhu to compile county chronicles. While writing on strange-shaped stones with a brush, he sighed: "Can the human heart still be repaired?"
The ancestral hall in Bailu Village has been completely restored according to its original layout. Every slogan and piece of paper left by the Agricultural Cooperative Association in the ancestral hall has been completely removed. The square tiles on the floor in the main hall have also been washed with water to remove those dirty and blasphemous things that blasphemed the ancestors.
The footprints were also washed away. The clan genealogy of the two surnames of Bailu was redrawn and filled in with the memories of the direct descendants of each clan. The vacancies in certain positions caused by the inability to remember had to be done like this. Bai Jiaxuan convened a gathering of clan members and only left
Firecrackers were used to invite the souls of the ancestors who had fled in the fire of the Farmers' Cooperative to return to rest in peace, but there was no performance to celebrate and not even the gongs and drums were used. The people of the Bailu surname crowded into the gate of the ancestral hall and were the first to be seen.
The broken stone tablets all sighed loudly, and their sighs showed a profound realization after waking up from a dream. Only now did Bai Jiaxuan understand the meaning of his brother-in-law, Mr. Zhu, who prevented him from using a new stone slab to re-engrav. He stood at the large square table dedicated to the gods.
Next to him, his waist was as straight as a rafter, and his navy blue robe stretched from his neck to his feet, standing almost motionless and attentive. The entire memorial event was managed by Xiaowen. In Bai Jiaxuan's view, the troublemaker was Lu Zhaopeng and Lu Hei.
Wa and others are a generation below him, so he should let Xiaowen come forward instead of running around all the time. It was Xiaowen who sounded the gong to summon the clan members today in the village.