More and more victims picked up big rocks and smashed them against the city gate, making heavy muffled sounds.
These two city gates, which have withstood decades of wind and rain, have added new deep and shallow pits, silently resisting the people who have fallen into madness.
The children were all frightened, crying and hiding in the arms of adults and shivering.
Song Niannian and the others were no exception. They clung closely to their parents and did not dare to express their anger.
The only exceptions were Song Xixi and Song Qingqing, who looked at the chaotic scene not far away with calm faces.
Fortunately, it was dark and no one noticed anything strange about the two of them.
No one in the Song family, including Song Xixi, thought that the predicted riot would come so suddenly and quickly, catching them off guard.
Everyone in Song Jia'ao gathered in front of a porridge shed. Several young people were beguiled by the encouraging voices, and their expressions gradually became fanatical, eager to rush forward.
"Stop!" the old village chief stood up in time and stopped their risky move.
"Old village chief, let's all rush together. As long as we rush in, everyone has a chance to survive!" The young man refused to let go of the great opportunity in front of him and refused to obey the old village chief's order.
The old village chief had a sullen face, raised his crutch and hit him hard on the crook of the leg: "Idiot!"
This beating frightened several other unconvinced young people, and they subconsciously stepped back, fearing that they would also receive a cane.
The young man who was beaten was unconvinced. He scratched his neck and shouted: "Old village chief, you are old and don't want to take risks. Everyone understands. I don't ask you to do much, I just ask you not to bully me."
Hind legs!”
This was said in an extremely rude manner. Before the old village chief could get angry, his father was the first to jump out and slap him in the face: "You bastard, are you looking for death? How did you talk to the old village chief?"
The slap was so strong that it directly swollen the young man's face.
However, the young man did not give in. He covered his face and stared at the old village chief stubbornly, wanting to hear what reason he had for stopping him.
The old village chief didn't look at him, but glanced at the faces of dozens of young people one by one: "The old man is old, but his brain is not confused. Nowadays, there is famine everywhere and there are hungry people everywhere. You really think you have broken into Lucheng.
Can there be good fruit to eat?"
When the old village chief asked this question, these hot-headed young people calmed down.
Yes, the total number of victims, old and young, at the gate of the city is less than a thousand, and they are all so hungry that they can hardly walk. Why do you think that if they break into the city, the people in the city will let them plunder and plunder?
No matter how difficult the life of the city people was, the number of victims was far greater than theirs, not to mention the fact that there were government guards around. How many of the victims who broke in during a real fight would come out alive?
Thinking of this, a layer of white sweat formed on their backs.
"Hmph, once someone incites you, you don't know what's going on. I really should kick you in and let you experience for yourself what will happen if you have no brains!"
The middle-aged man who beat his own son gave these young men a look full of hatred.
Several young people lowered their heads in shame and did not dare to say anything.
Song Wufu said in a moderate voice: "Lucheng has also suffered from drought. I think the harvest in the past two years has not been very good. As a result, there is not much food left in the city. Let's risk our lives and rush in. Even if we can rob
How many people can we share the food with? In the end, we have to beat our heads to death for this small amount of food, and we can’t even get a grain of food.”
If the old village chief's previous words made the villagers fearful, then these words made it clear that doing everything possible to break into the city would not solve the current predicament, and would even be extremely uneconomical.
After knowing the pros and cons, everyone knew what to choose, and they all said: "Uncle Wufu is right, this is not worth our risk!"
Song Xixi pulled Song Cai's sleeve, and a hint of emotion appeared on her face at the right time: "Song San'er, the city gate doesn't look very strong. Will it be opened soon? What if the city people fight with them?
Get up, will you fight us too?"
Song Cai's heart froze, and he didn't bother to comfort his daughter, so he whispered to Song Wufu: "Dad, if the fight really breaks out tonight, can we still leave early tomorrow morning?"
Song Wufu's face changed slightly, and he walked quickly to the old village chief and whispered something.
A glint flashed in the old village chief's dim eyes, and he issued an order to the villagers without any doubt: "Pack up your things and set off immediately!"
The villagers didn't understand the reason until the three brothers Song Cai expressed their concerns and immediately rushed to their respective gathering places to pack their things.
Just seeing the victims getting more and more crazy at the city gate, the villagers of Songjia'ao couldn't bear it, but they also knew that they were powerless to stop them.
All they can do is tell those victims who have not participated that they should not get involved and that it is best to pack up and leave overnight to avoid being implicated or even losing their lives.
Many victims heard this and quickly went back with their relatives to pack their things.
Most of them were preparing to fish in troubled waters, hoping that the rioting victims would break down the city gates and sneak in to snatch food. Among them were Li Xiufen and Hu Laoer.
For such people, the villagers of Songjia'ao are powerless to take care of them, and they will not persuade them. Such people will not give up unless they hit the south wall.
No one knew that at the moment when the first stone was thrown at the city gate, the guards in the city were already rushing to Lucheng Mansion Office to report truthfully to the county magistrate that the victims of the West Gate were rioting and might break into the city.
The magistrate of Lucheng County was looking sad because it would not rain for a long time and there would be no seedlings in the fields.
Hearing about the riots caused by the victims of the West City Gate, this diligent and caring parent official was shocked and angry: "What's going on? How can such a good person suddenly riot?"
Although everyone in Lucheng unanimously agreed to expel the victims at the city gate, the time to actually expel them was to wait until most of the victims at the city gate had dispersed and the remaining victims could not threaten the people inside the city, rather than ordering the eviction when the victims were at their most angry.
According to calculations, this time will be five days later.
The guard reported back: "The child of one of the victims was seriously ill. Because the wealthy households in the city obeyed orders and stopped giving porridge, they broke out and destroyed the city gate. Another mob took the opportunity to stir up public anger, causing nearly a hundred victims to attack the city gate."
The Lucheng County Magistrate had a terrible headache and immediately ordered: "Calling all the government officials in the government office and rushing to the west gate immediately, I must guard it until the city defenders come for reinforcements!"
The city defenders were stationed at the camp on the outskirts of the East City Gate, numbering a thousand in number. Once the city defenders came out, they could repel the victims and capture the leaders of the rebellion with ease.
After the guards left, Lucheng County Magistrate issued several instructions one after another, asking people to go to the streets and beat gongs and drums to remind the people in the city to hide food at home and guard their doors to prevent mobs from breaking in.
In less than half an hour, after receiving the news, the garrison summoned five hundred garrison troops and personally led them to the west gate to suppress the riot and arrest the mob.