At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the imperial court was rebellious, and the royal family and high-ranking officials wanted to seize land and exploit the people in every possible way. Looking across the great rivers and mountains, all living beings were displaced.
Zhongshu Province, Jeju Prefecture.
At this moment, the sky is clear and the autumn breeze is refreshing. The shops on both sides of the long street in Jeju City are shoulder to shoulder, and the streets are bustling with people. Some of them are not rich and well-dressed, but occasionally are peddlers and lackeys. Most of them are forced to
Common people who make a living. In a nutshell, there are many types of people;
From the far side of the long street, a young man walked from the east, carrying a load of firewood on his shoulders and a hatchet hanging on the load. It can be said that he was the most popular in the whole street! Why do you say that? I saw this young man's hair was like tangled grass.
His hair was twisted into a bun on his head, with half a bamboo chopstick pinned across the bun. He wore a gray-white cloth jacket with a slanted front, gray-black cloth trousers and straw sandals on his bare feet. Look at his trousers and his right leg.
The whole calf is exposed from the hem of the trousers to the right knee, and it whirls when walking. Do you think it is cool?
This young man’s surname is Zhang Da Kui. He lives in Wulitun, east of Jeju Prefecture. His father was taken away by the government to build river embankments in his early years and never came back. Now there is only one old woman in the family, and the mother and son depend on each other. Da Kui has just turned sixteen this year, but he is still at home.
He is a filial son. He makes a living by collecting firewood and helps his mother work in the fields when he has some free time.
At this time, Da Kui was carrying a load of firewood with his head lowered and walking towards the entrance of the vegetable market, thinking: "If I meet a good buyer today and happily buy my firewood, I can go into the mountains to collect another load of firewood later in the afternoon." Dakui giggled as he walked.
"Little brother, how to get to Caishikou?" came a question from beside me.
Dakui just walked without paying any attention to the sounds around him. Before he had walked a foot away, a strong force grabbed him. Dakui was startled, and in front of him was a black-faced man who was two heads taller than him. His eyes were filled with angry eyebrows.
He has a beard on his chin and is dressed in coarse linen clothes. His appearance looks like Zhang Fei in a painting.
At this time, the black man glared with a pair of copper bell-like eyes and shouted angrily: "My master called you, are you deaf?"
"This...you..." Dakui was so frightened that he could not speak coherently, for fear that this man would punch him to death with a powerful punch.
"Don't be rude." A scholar in green shirt came forward holding a paper fan and cupped his hands. "Little brother, may I ask how to get to Caishikou?"
This scholar was wearing a sky-blue double-breasted robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and an upright appearance. He looked kind-hearted.
"Are you buying firewood?" Dakui couldn't help asking timidly. The scholar was stunned.
The black man said angrily: "My master asked for directions. What kind of firewood can I buy?"
Photographed with the momentum of a strong man, Dakui pointed forward with his hand and said: "Go straight to Wang's Silk and Satin Shop and walk to the right."
The scholar smiled and said, "Thank you, little brother." He took out a few copper coins from his sleeve and put them in Dakui's hand. He turned around and left with the strong man.
Da Kui was dumbfounded: "I'll give you money if you ask for directions. This is more cost-effective than selling firewood..." After being stunned for a while, Da Kui thought to himself: "After selling firewood, I still need to buy some food to take back to my mother, but I don't dare to delay."
The world is not good, and it is not easy to make a living, but he does not dare to cause trouble. Da Kui lowered his head and just walked all the way to Caishikou.
Near noon, a small teahouse not far from Caishikou was packed with people. Sitting on a seat facing the street was a scholar in green shirt and a strong man with a black face.
The strong man kept nagging: "Brother, why haven't Lao Huang and the others come yet?"
The scholar in green shirt smiled slightly and said, "Don't be impatient for a moment and wait a little longer." After he finished speaking, a carriage stopped in front of the teahouse, but it was filled with a cart of wheat straw.
The old driver tied up the animal in front of the teahouse, bent down and dusted himself off, then walked into the teahouse alone. He looked around and went straight to the scholar and bowed to him: "Sir, I have been walking all the way, so I stopped here to drink some water.
Can we share seats?"
The scholar smiled and said: "It is convenient for others and for your own convenience. Old gentleman, please sit down."
The strong man kept his head down and muttered: "Old Huang, you are so funny, come as soon as you come, you are so verbose!" But when he looked up, he saw that the scholar's face was not kind, so he hurriedly picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, pretending to cover it up.
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The old man named Lao Huang didn't mind. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he lowered his voice and said: "I have made arrangements. There are a total of sixteen heroes, all of whom are well ambush. Your and my weapons are in the car.
, just wait for the general's order to take action together. Once the people are snatched, they will be divided into four groups and evacuate, and they will meet at the Earth Temple in the west of the city at three o'clock tonight."
The scholar whispered: "Dingchen came to Jeju for the first time, and this matter is all arranged by Brother Huang!"
Lao Huang waved his hands and said: "The red scarf righteous man serves the country and the people. If I were not old, I would have served on the battlefield. I just wonder why the general put himself in danger?"
The scholar sighed: "To be honest, one of the people rescued this time was a general of my rebel army. This man and I are sworn brothers and sisters." "Oh..." Lao Huang didn't want to ask anymore, only to hear the sound of gongs from far away in the long street.
There was a loud sound, and even a long way away I could see people on the street in chaos.
Two teams of Yuan soldiers, about a hundred people, sounded gongs in front to clear the way and waved banners. There were still common people blocking the road, and these Yuan soldiers went up and kicked them. Some small business stalls on the street were close to each other and they were busy closing their stalls. They didn't expect the Yuan soldiers to come over.
Kicked him to the ground.
Behind the two teams of Yuan soldiers was a sedan with eight carriages, and there were dozens of cavalry guards on each side of the sedan. Then there were more than a hundred Yuan soldiers escorting seven prison cars. The team marched all the way to Caishikou. The dispersed people slowly gathered.
, whispering to each other.
"What's going on? You're going to kill someone."
"I heard that the government arrested a few Red Turban soldiers, this should be it."
“Let’s go and have a look”
The execution ground at Caishikou was under martial law. The people were blocked by Yuan soldiers and looked at a row of seven prisoners kneeling on the execution platform from a distance. Xiao Xiao had been tortured too hard and his prison clothes were stained with blood. It was just north of the execution platform.
Four to five feet away is the prison platform where the prison officer is located. Soldiers on both sides stand with guns and are heavily guarded.
The supervisor is a fat guy. Wearing an official uniform, from a distance, he looks like an old sow that has become sperm. It is really swollen.
At this time, the supervisor was leisurely sitting on the chair behind the desk, sipping tea. From time to time, he raised his eyes to look at the prisoners awaiting death in front of him, with a sinister sneer on his fat face.
There is a watch on the right side of the execution platform, and time is passing little by little. A man who looks like a master walked to the side of the executioner, bowed and said: "Sir, the time is coming. Do you want to read out the announcement?"
The supervisor squinted his eyes and snorted. Master understood, turned around and came to the stage, took out a roll of cloth from his sleeve and unfolded it. First he cleared his throat and read out to the people watching: "By the grace of the Holy Spirit, the people are safe and peaceful.
But now there are red scarves who are causing trouble, and they are peeking into our country... These seven people are all red scarf rebels, and today at three o'clock at noon, they will be punished in the canon to serve as a warning to others..."
While they were talking, seven executioners in red clothes walked up from the execution platform. All of them were big and round, carrying ghost-headed swords. They came to stand behind the death row prisoner, waiting for orders.
The master held back a glance at Keibiao, turned around, walked to the side of the prison officer, bowed and said, "My lord, the time has come."
Upon hearing this, the supervisor lazily stretched out his hand and took out a token from the copywriting archway and threw it in front of the copywriting, and the word "Zhan" popped out of his mouth. The master walked to the stage again and shouted to the bottom: "The time is up...
." Before he finished speaking, there was only a "swish" sound, and a cold arrow shot from nowhere, choking the rest of the master's words back to his stomach. The master fell on his back on the execution platform, with an arrow stuck in his throat.
"There is an assassin, protect your lord." The guards on the execution platform immediately became confused.