The theater in Xiejiaying has put up a banner "Contest of Criticism". There are also two banners on the pillars that read "Down with Xiantian Dao" and "Execute Apusa". Here will be an unprecedented government criticism conference against Xiantian Dao. The entire venue is decorated with It was solemn and solemn. Colorful flags were flying around the venue. The open venue was attended by people. There were more than fifty government officials and the servants 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. A delicious pastry. There are various bright versions.
"I heard that the forty-eight female compatriots were screaming in misery. Their clothes were not covering their bodies. The scene was so miserable that one couldn't bear to take another look."
Another refuted: "Brother, you are just making nonsense. If it were you, you wouldn't read it."
"Hey hey hey hey." A large group of old men burst into 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 terror.
"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 it is. I'm pretty good. No. Vomited on the spot."
Crowds gathered in groups, each with their own gain. Many people were holding a small paper red flag in their hands. The red flags dangling around had gathered into a sea of red.
The cheers from the crowd grew louder and louder. A team of guards from Ai Hai led a group of female compatriots into the venue. The crowd rushed to get a glimpse of the faces of the forty-eight female compatriots.
They are graceful and elegant without make-up. They are graceful and graceful. They wear plain clothes and have their hair tied up in a high bun. Some women are elegant and vulgar. Some women apply a little makeup.
Some women have raised eyebrows and wide-open almond-shaped eyes. They have a murderous look on their bodies. They are wary of everyone. They don't care about the provocative sarcasm of the people next to them.
Although the road to the backstage was only a short 40 to 50 meters, it was difficult for this group of people to walk. Under the strict guard of a large group of guards, it took more than five minutes for 48 female compatriots to walk into the backstage of the theater. .
"Everyone has his own merits." "Everyone has his own needs." "Down with the innate way. 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. Even the children were chanting slogans. There were many people behind the stage. Li Guolou accompanied Bao to express his condolences to the forty-eight female compatriots. He gave the resumes of the female compatriots who had experienced suffering . Tell a few words to encourage these female compatriots to face difficulties and obstacles.
Bao Yiyi said sadly: "My fellow women, 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 all fine." Performance. Vent 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. No one can discriminate against you. The later resettlement plan has begun. Prepare. You will all have a wonderful tomorrow."
The female compatriots offered blessings and thanked her. They knelt down and kowtowed. Their eyes were filled with water and they shouted, "Bao Qingtian is finally here. We have finally come to expect Bao Qingtian."
Bao Yiyi squinted his eyes slightly. He sat on the chair of the Grand Master and enjoyed the voices pouring out on him. He was in a good mood. Good things came in pairs. They came one after another. After a tiring day, they came from the capital. 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 official minister who was born as the number one scholar, he was very respectful. Bao Yiyi felt a jealousy lingering in him. In my heart, as a person born in a major, who is not jealous of 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. They are 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. He is already on an equal footing with Bao. Later, he was a strong rival for his promotion to the cabinet. He was also a partner.
At this time, Li Guolou was in a dilemma. On one side, his chief officer Bao An was sitting together. On the other side, Hong Jun, the Minister of Civil Affairs, came to ask him. Can he not do his duty with all his heart and report it 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? He told everything he knew about the case. He told the whole story of the case. He did not dare to look at the face of Chief Bao Yiyi. He pretended to be respectful and answered.
"Oh. It turns out that Mr. Bao has received the information a long time ago. But why did Mr. Bao not arrest the Xiantian Dao people when he returned to Beijing?" Hong Jun likes to find out the origin. He actually asked the whole story of the incident in front of everyone.
Li Guolou quickly bowed to answer: "My lord, the remnants of the White Lotus Sect are still in the capital. Lord Bao has no skills at all. He doesn't want to alert the enemy. That's why 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 case came to light." After saying this, Li Guolou glanced at Huang Xiang and wondered why Huang Xiang's commander was so virtuous. He asked questions in public in public. How could he be embarrassed? If he continued to ask questions, he would be betrayed.
Huang Xiang understood. Holding an iron trumpet, he stepped forward and bowed: "Two adults, the front desk is ready. Please come to the venue and 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 were strict with etiquette took turns taking their seats and followed the two officials into the front desk.
Two salute guns next to the venue erupted. The acrid smell of smoke spread everywhere. 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 Mr. Hong and Mr. Bao."
There was a roar. There were more than 2,000 people in the venue. Except for the guards on duty, everyone knelt on the ground. "Kowtow to Mr. Hong and Mr. Bao." Although the voice was not very neat, the scene was absolutely shocking.
"Please get up." "Please get up." "No courtesy." "No courtesy."
Li Guolou looked at the venue. There were many people climbing on the big trees nearby. People in the venue were waving flags and shouting. The crowd was excited and shouting slogans. There is danger next.
"Mayor Huang, protect the safety of the two adults. Don't let the women come on stage yet. Wait until the two adults have finished speaking. Let Mr. Hong and Mr. Bao leave the venue immediately. The criticism meeting will be postponed." Li Guolou was frightened and made a fuss. If it is not allowed, the excited people will rush to the stage. The lives of those on the stage will be in danger.
Huang Xiang 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. He smiled casually and said: "Captain Li, don't worry. I have already arranged it. It's foolproof."
"Bah bang bang bang." The four government officials in the audience shook their whips. The surroundings were finally silent. Huang Xiang 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, took off his official hat when he came to the stage, bowed to the people in the audience, and said with a mournful face: "This kind of unscrupulous thing happened to Xie Jiaying. I am 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. Kill Apusa." "Long live the Qing Empire. Long live our emperor." "
After the noise, Hong Jun said solemnly and solemnly: "It is benevolence to not forget the kindness and repay it; it is the justice of the times to not forget the merit. We should be loyal to the king and serve the country. And we have done our best to be benevolent and righteous..."
Hong Jun spoke the ancient classics eloquently. The common people were silent. They looked at Hong Jun, the number one scholar, with reverence. Li Guolou listened silently. It felt awkward. Every word was quoted from others. He could still understand it, but he was very tired of listening. He couldn't read the big words. The common people who know this are just listening to the Book of Heaven.
Finally it was Bao's turn to come on stage. The audience was transformed. The dark crowd knelt down again and shouted, "Bao Qingtian." The cry resounded through the sky, like rolling clouds and thunder falling from the sky. In an instant, the dark crowd crowded towards the stage. People crowded in front of the stage. It was crowded. 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. Listen to me. If you crowd again, you will be in danger. I, Bao Yiyi, came to Xiejiaying to rescue those female compatriots who are being bullied. .It is 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. I will give you the self-esteem and happiness you deserve as a human being. The innate way is for the world. They are shameless. They have committed unscrupulous things. The 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 is also a warning to those with ulterior motives not to challenge the Qing regime. Conspiracy and rebellion will not end well..."
Bao Qianqian was very eloquent. He spoke in plain English and said whatever came to his mind. He would not stop for a while and let the crowd under the stage say loudly, "Okay."
Of course, the good thing is that it is spoken in human language. Common people with no knowledge or culture can understand it. They echo each other on stage and off stage. The words of gratitude are 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. It could be submerged at any time. The officers and soldiers in the audience were looking forward to Bao. Their closing arguments were shorter. They were human beings, not hot rods. They all felt exhausted and their voices were hoarse.
Bao Yiyi also felt the commotion of the crowd. He did not dare to say any more. He shook his horse hoof sleeves and turned back to the backstage of the theater. On the stage, there were only the mayor Huang Xiang, 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 be staged next. The eagerly awaited crowd made waves of cheers.
"Mayor Huang, bring out forty-eight female compatriots." "Chief Xie, where are the Xiantian Dao people? Bring them out."
Mayor Huang held an iron trumpet. He 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. They wore tall paper hats on their heads. Their faces were painted in colorful ways. Some of them had white noses. They looked 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. Some people even wear women's clothes.
The people in the audience were happy. They laughed loudly. They mocked 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." Destroy Dongzhentang. Defeat Apsa. The rebels will die."
The sound got louder and louder. Rotten eggs, rotten vegetable peels, mud, and gravel were flying all over the sky. The fierce criticism meeting had just begun.