The theater in Xiejiaying has put up a banner "Contest of Criticism", and there are two banners on the pillars: "Down with Xiantian Dao" and "Execute Apusa". Here is going to be an unprecedented government rally against Xiantian Dao. The entire venue is decorated with
It was solemn and solemn, with colorful flags flying around the venue. The open venue was crowded with more than fifty government officials and the guards were sweating profusely from their work.
The morning denunciation meeting had not yet begun. Thousands of people came to see the lively Xiejiaying people and nearby neighbors who had heard about the commotion. People in every corner were talking about gossip. "Forty-eight female compatriots" was what the men said.
There are various colorful versions of this delicious pastry.
"I heard that the forty-eight female compatriots were screaming in misery! Their clothes were not covering their bodies, and the scene was so miserable that no one could bear to take a second look."
Another retorted: "Dude, you're talking nonsense! Would you not read it?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" A large group of old men burst out with evil laughter. They came here to join in the fun just to see the forty-eight female compatriots.
The secret of the "dry well of corpses" made the people around them scream in horror.
"I went to Maplewood House to see the skeletons. It was such a big pile! There were at least fifty or sixty remains. There were centipedes, black snakes, and ants among the skeletons. Oh, how disgusting are they? I'm pretty good, there are none.
Vomited on the spot.”
The crowds gathered in groups, each had something to gain, and many people were holding small paper red flags in their hands. The red flags dangling around had gathered into a sea of red.
The crowd cheered louder and louder. Ai Hai's team of officers led a group of female compatriots into the venue. The crowd rushed to see the faces of the forty-eight female compatriots, pushing and shoving.
They are graceful and elegant without make-up, and are graceful and graceful. They wear plain clothes and have their hair tied up in a high bun. Some women are elegant and simple, and some have a little makeup.
Some women have raised eyebrows, wide-open almond-shaped eyes, and a murderous look on their bodies. They are wary of everyone and don't care about the provocative sarcasm of the people next to them.
Although the road to the backstage was only a short forty or fifty meters, this group of people had a hard time walking. Under the strict guard of a large group of guards, it took more than five minutes for the forty-eight female compatriots to walk into the backstage of the theater.
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"Everyone has his own merits!" "Everyone can get what he needs when he is fat or thin!" "Down with the innate way and avenge our fellow women!"
"Smash Apsa to death! He is a scum of the innate way!"
The voices at the venue became louder and louder, and even the children were chanting slogans. There were many people behind the stage. Li Guolou accompanied Bao to express condolences to the forty-eight female compatriots, and wrote down the resumes of the female compatriots who had experienced suffering one by one.
, tell a few words to encourage these female compatriots to face difficulties and obstacles.
Bao Yiyi said sadly: "Female compatriots, I came late and made you feel wronged. Fortunately, I got the news and rescued you from the prison. Today is the time to settle the accounts with Xiantian Tao. You are still doing well."
Express yourself and let out the resentment in your heart. When the criticism conference is over, I promise you that your future life will be properly arranged. No one can enslave you anymore, and no one can discriminate against you. The later resettlement plan has begun.
Make preparations and you will all have a wonderful tomorrow."
The female compatriots offered blessings and thanked them, knelt down and kowtowed, their eyes filled with water, and they shouted, "Bao Qingtian is finally here! We have finally come to Bao Qingtian!"
Bao Yiyi narrowed his eyes slightly and sat on the Taishi chair, enjoying the roar of people outside. He was in a good mood. Good things came in pairs and came one after another. He came from the capital after a tiring day. Everything had been arranged.
Wait for him to give a speech on a big occasion.
The only regrettable thing for Bao Yiyi was that Hong Jun, the official minister, also came to join in and ask for a share of the credit. When he saw Li Guolou bowing to Hong Jun, the official minister who was born as the number one scholar, Bao Yiyi felt a sense of jealousy.
In my heart, as a person who was born in a major, who doesn’t envy the number one scholar? On the scene, I can only ask for advice from the number one scholar because of my shallow knowledge.
The emperor's disciples have a unique advantage. The number one scholar is the emperor's hand-picked one, commonly known as the emperor's disciples. The speed of promotion cannot be compared with other Jinshi and others. Hong Jun, the official minister, is less than forty years old, and he is already on an equal footing with Bao Tong. In the future
He was a strong rival and a partner when he was promoted to the cabinet.
At this time, Li Guolou was in a dilemma. On one side was his chief officer Bao An, and on the other side Hong Jun, the Minister of Civil Service, came to ask him. Could he not do his best and report back one after another? Hong Jun was the number one scholar and finally became a cultural man.
How could Li Guolou miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tell the story of the case?
"Oh! It turns out that Mr. Bao has received the information a long time ago, but why didn't Mr. Bao arrest the Xiantian Dao people when he returned to Beijing?" Hong Jun likes to find out the root cause, and actually asked the whole story of the incident in front of everyone.
Li Guolou quickly bowed to answer: "Your Excellency, the remnants of the White Lotus Sect are still in the capital. Master Bao is incapable of doing anything, and he doesn't want to scare the snake, so he asked me to find out the truth when he returned to the capital. With the help of Mayor Huang and others,
With help, the facts of the case came to light." After saying this, Li Guolou glanced at the police officer and asked, "How come the commander of the police officer is so virtuous?" He was asked questions in public in public, which made him feel very embarrassed. If he continued to ask questions, he would be betrayed.
** understood deeply, held an iron trumpet, stepped forward, bowed and said: "Two adults, the front desk is ready. Please come to the venue to say a few words."
"Master Hong, please!" "Master Bao, please!"
The two adults greeted each other politely. Of course, the number one scholar walked in front. The officials of the Qing Dynasty who paid attention to etiquette took turns taking seats and followed the two officials into the front desk.
Two salutes beside the venue erupted, and the acrid smell of smoke dispersed. People in the venue covered their ears and closed their mouths. Then there was the warmest applause and shouts. A group of officials from the Qing Empire, who had strict official authority, walked from the backstage.
front desk.
The master of ceremonies loudly said: "Kowtow to Master Hong, Master Bao!"
There was a roar, and more than 2,000 people in the field, except for the guards on duty, all knelt on the ground, "Kowtow to Master Hong, Master Bao!" Although the voice was not very neat, the scene was absolutely shocking.
"Please get up!" "Please get up!" "No gifts!" "No gifts!"
Li Guolou looked at the venue. There were many people climbing on the big trees nearby. The people in the venue were waving flags and shouting. The crowd was excited and shouting slogans. There would be danger next.
"Mayor Huang, please protect the safety of the two adults. Don't let the women come on stage yet. Wait until the two adults have finished speaking. Immediately ask Mr. Hong and Mr. Bao to leave the venue. The criticism meeting will be postponed." Li Guolou was frightened and made a fuss.
If you don't get excited, the people will rush to the stage, and the lives of those on the stage will be in danger.
** was complaining in his heart that his subordinates were not doing things well and that the stage was overcrowded, but on the surface he still maintained his official etiquette and said with a casual smile: "Captain Li, don't worry, I have already made arrangements, everything is perfect."
"Bah, bang, bang, bang!" The four government officials in the audience shook their whips, and the surroundings finally fell silent. The leader raised his voice and said, "Now, I would like to ask Mr. Hong, the Minister of Rites, to say a few words."
Hong Jun took a few steps forward, came to the stage, took off his official hat, bowed to the people in the audience, and said with a mournful face: "This kind of unscrupulous thing happened to Xie Jiaying. I feel sorry for you, and I blame myself very much.
Here, I first apologize to the people of Xiejiaying."
"Thanks to Master Hong! Mayor Huang has tried his best!" "Master Hong can come to us, we are very grateful!" "Down with Xiantian Dao and kill Apusa!" "Long live the Qing Empire! Long live our emperor!"
"After the noise, Hong Jun said solemnly and solemnly: "It is benevolence not to forget the kindness and repay it; it is justice to not forget the repayment of merit. We should be loyal to the emperor and serve the country, and we have done our best to benevolent and righteous;;;;;;"
Hong Jun spoke the ancient classics eloquently, and the people were silent and looked at Hong Jun, the number one scholar, with reverence. Li Guolou listened silently, but it felt awkward. Every word was quoted from the surroundings. He could still understand it, but he was very tired. He couldn't read the big words.
Common people who know this are just listening to the Book of Heaven.
Finally it was Bao's turn to come on stage together, and the audience changed. The dark crowd knelt down again, shouting, "Bao Qingtian!" The cry resounded through the sky, like rolling clouds and thunder falling from the sky. In an instant, the dark crowd crowded in front of the stage, and people gathered in front of the stage.
It was crowded and the scene was a bit out of control.
Li Guolou led his men to fight on the front line, using his strong arms to stop the people's madness. Other police officers and militia members used the water and fire sticks in their hands as weapons to suppress the crowds of people.
Bao Yiyi said with a smile: "Fellows and fellow villagers, don't crowd, don't crowd! I heard from my officer that if you continue to crowd, you will be in danger. I and Bao Yiyi came to Xiejiaying to rescue those female compatriots who are being bullied.
, also to return justice and morality to you. Let each of you be bathed in the emperor's grace. Our emperor is a benevolent and righteous king, and I will give you the self-esteem and happiness you deserve as a human being. The innate way is for the world.
They are so shameless and have committed unscrupulous things. Their crimes are so heinous that they are too numerous to describe. They make us gnash our teeth and grieve our hearts. How can I spare them? The culprit Apsa should be severely punished by the criminal law. Those fifty-six innate Taoists
The main culprit will not be spared. This operation also serves as a warning to those with ulterior motives not to challenge the Qing regime. Conspiracy and rebellion will not end well;;;;;;"
Bao Qiang was very eloquent and spoke in plain English. He would say whatever he thought of and would not stop for a while. He made the crowd under the stage say loudly, "Okay!"
Of course, the good thing is that he speaks in human language, which can be understood by ordinary people with no knowledge or culture. There were echoes on and off the stage, and the words of gratitude were expressed with emotion.
Li Guolou stretched out his arms and used all his strength to block the swarming crowd. The human wall was crumbling. In the roaring tsunami, the human wall of the officers and soldiers was like a small boat, which could be submerged at any time. The officers and soldiers in the audience were looking forward to Bao Yi.
Their closing arguments were shorter. They were human beings, not fire fighters. They all felt exhausted and their voices were hoarse.
Bao Yiyi also felt the commotion of the crowd and did not dare to say any more. He swung his horseshoe sleeves and turned back to the backstage of the theater. On the stage, there were only the mayor ** and the security guard Xie Chenyuan and a bunch of local gangsters from Xiejiaying, with majestic eyes.
Scanning the audience, the crowd became quiet.
Under the escort of a large group of officers, all the officials from the capital left the venue. The show was about to take place next, and the eagerly awaited crowd burst into cheers.
"Mayor Huang, bring out the forty-eight female compatriots!" "Chief Xie, where are the Xiantian Dao people? Bring them out."
Mayor Huang held an iron trumpet and was proud that he had become the organizer, planner, and instigator of the criticism rally. He said seriously: "Come on! Bring fifty-six criminals!"
But I saw fifty-six Xiantian Dao criminals with their hands tied behind their backs, wearing high paper hats, and their faces were painted in colorful ways. Some of them had white noses, like ugly actors in Beijing opera. Some of them had white noses.
Rouge is applied on the cheeks, some people draw a turtle on their forehead, and some even wear women's clothes.
The people in the audience were happy now, laughing loudly, mocking the criminals on the stage and kneeling in the front row. They threw the sundries they carried with them at these ugly monsters and shouted, "Down with Xiantian Dao! Smash it."
Shatter Dongzhentang! Defeat Apsa! The rebels will die!"
The sound was louder than a lang, and rotten eggs, rotten vegetable peels, mud, and gravel were flying all over the sky. The fierce criticism meeting had just begun.