Daming prepares the emperor

It took two days for Zhu Biao to read all the records left by King Ming during the uprising, but because the incident happened too chaotically, there were no professional historians present, and the ancient communication was underdeveloped, so there were very few things that could be found. Not many, and some articles have been damaged, and no one knows whether they have been repaired and polished. The effect is not very good, and reading it is the same as not reading it.

Three days later, Zhang Zhong and Zhou Dian rushed back after receiving the news. They were worried that Zhu Biao would rashly enter the monster's dream, so they insisted on protecting the dharma on the sidelines. If the stone man had any intentions, he would rather smash it. Extraordinary "antiques" can't let Zhu Biao have an accident.

In this way, on the sixth day, all the demons gathered on the top of Zhongshan Mountain to make Zhu Biao fall asleep.For one thing, the city is inconvenient, and many chores will inevitably interfere.Secondly, Zhu Biao's bodyguard dragon has more confidence in the boundary of the dragon's veins.

Zhu Biao picked a soft chair with a back and sat down, and asked the stone man to start casting spells.

Shi Ren said: "How long have you been in the dream, how long has it been in reality, are you really ready?"

"I have already taken Bigu's elixir, and I have notified my family, teachers and friends, Mr. Shi, please."

The stone man said hello, jumped to the opposite of Zhu Biao and stopped slowly, the eye socket where it lost its eye was still dark, like a heavy ink sac in the dark night.From there, a burst of white smoke suddenly floated out, and the smoke flew towards Zhu Biao in the wind, and gently floated up and down around him. The smoke had no smell, and was as soft as silk. The feeling of relaxation, the body does not resist, and falls asleep in a moment.

Ding--

The chisel made a spark on the hard stone.

"How long will it take?" A man's voice sounded.

"What's the rush?" Pressing a left hand on the stone, the owner of the hand smashed another chisel, taking no time to worry, "This thing is interesting if you make it yourself, isn't your straw sandal also? You make it yourself and wear it." It’s only comfortable when you’re up, but you always have to find fault with the ones you buy, either because the straps are short or the bottom isn’t thick enough.”

The man stopped talking.

The small hut was silent, and there was only the regular knocking sound for a while. When the sun went down, Han Shantong stopped his hand and looked at his work with the last beam of light from the setting sun through the window. The golden light spots were unbiased Leaning, it just landed on the face of the stone man, and in its empty eye sockets, it seemed that there were beautiful things that did not belong to the world.

"Look, isn't it pretty?"

Liu Futong said: "Your craftsmanship is not good, the carving is too rough."

"This is something to be buried in the sand of the Yellow River for the common people to see. It is exquisite and useless. Who knows how to appreciate it? It is this kind of simplicity that makes it alive. .”

"You have the final say." Liu Fu said, "In short, things have been arranged. We still have a lot of believers in Huanglinggang. The construction here is one of the most difficult, but the food treatment is one of the worst. Folk songs have been spread for a month. , can we do it now?"

Amidst the trivial conversation, Zhu Biao's consciousness slowly recovered. Starting from hearing, he gradually recovered his five senses, and the last one was vision. He saw two tall men in front of him.

The one closest to him had a square face, big and bright eyes, short and thick eyebrows, a strong build, dark complexion, dressed in gray sackcloth, and spoke in an inexplicably eloquent way. The power of persuasion.

The one farther away has fairer skin and a long face, with a more arrogant expression, slender eyes, slender eyebrows, a straighter nose, and sackcloth, but it is pure black.This person's eyes are always on the other person, as if he wants to look at him all the time.

After looking at them, Zhu Biao's rationality came back completely and he found something wrong.His perspective was a little lower, and his body couldn't move, as dead as a stone.

Stone?

Looking down, Zhu Biao saw the simple hands and feet like cartoons, and cursed a few words in his heart. This is really "I"'s obsession, "I"'s wish, he thought he would become a migrant worker building rivers, Or a red scarf soldier or something, no matter how bad he is, he is still a small official of the Yuan Dynasty. He didn't expect to become a stone man directly, so damn sense of substitution.

It seems that the original idea must be overthrown. Now with the body of a stone man, what can be done needs to be considered, and how to participate in the uprising has to be considered in the long run.

After calming down, Zhu Biao calmed down and accepted the reality.He listened silently for a while, and understood the situation. It turns out that the one with the square face is Ming Wang Han Shantong, and the one with the long face is the famous Liu Futong.

They were packing their bags, planning to go to the river overnight and bury themselves in the ground.

"The donkey cart has been hired, and the people have been taken care of." Han Shantong opened the door and looked around, "I used the excuse of a funeral, don't forget."

Liu Futong nodded, took a deep breath, half-squatted hard, held Zhu Biao against his body, strode outside, and put him in a simple coffin by the moonlight.

The coffin is very ugly, without paint or style, long and square, white, more dead than dead, heavy and dull, looking at it seems to be seeing frozen life.

After a while, several monks came, followed by five or six girls and boys in sackcloth and filial piety, and a few old ladies and grandfathers, all holding suona and other musical instruments in their hands.

Han Shantong said a few words to them, they responded, and a group of people began to walk away.When encountering the interrogating sentry, they only said that the dead in the coffin were relatives who had a sudden illness, so they went to mourn at night and went to bury them overnight, because they were taken care of after the check-up, and the journey was safe and sound.

When they got there, Han Shantong told everyone to disperse, and he and Liu Futong walked to the river together in a donkey cart.

The crescent moon is in the sky, and the broad river surface reflects sparkling waves. At night, the Yellow River seems to lose its vigor and majesty in the daytime, and becomes more like a mother.

But even if he couldn't see it, Han Shantong knew that it was just wishful thinking. The river was rushing towards the distance, whistling and rolling, never caring about people's feelings.

"Futong, where do you think the Yellow River will flow?"

"Flow into the sea." Liu Futong said lightly.

"What about the people? Where will the people go?"

Liu Futong looked at him, and replied with a firm voice: "I hope it will flow to you and me, if not, it will never flow to the Yuan court! The Yuan government is not governed, and I must find a way out for myself and the world!"

"...Bury it!" Han Shantong turned over and got off the cart, pushed open the coffin lid, carried Zhu Biao out and put him on the ground, "They will dig here in five or six days, and we will join the migrant workers tomorrow. When the time comes, look for the opportunity to act.”

Liu Futong took out an iron shovel, inserted the tip into the yellow mud, dug out a big hole, took Zhu Biao and threw it into the hole, and began to fill the soil.

In order to prevent this pit from being discovered in advance, and it looks old, Han Shantong found a pile of dead branches and leaves and put it on, and added a few handfuls of dust to make it blend with the environment. decrease very much.

They couldn't stay here for a long time. After finishing their work, they quickly packed their things, got back into the cart and drove the donkey away without even looking back. It was as fast as laying a landmine.

During the whole process, Zhu Biao felt that he could speak and dance like a stone man, but he chose to wait in silence.

No matter what he said, the stone man had to be buried and discovered again, otherwise how would he revolt?Talking will interfere with their plans and distract them.

What a newcomer should do is not rely on enthusiasm to give directions blindly—and there may not be anyone to listen to, but to watch and think more, and observe everything with a calm heart.

The persistence Comrade Zhu said will be experienced from now on.

This is not only a test, but also an opportunity to exercise your ability. You must succeed and do it!

Zhu Biao made up his mind, slowly sinking the sea of ​​consciousness, no longer paying attention to the outside world, and staring at his temporary stone body wholeheartedly.

The feeling of being buried is very uncomfortable. The Yellow River burst its embankment and flooded, and all the sand and sand have been turned over. There are not even living things in the soil, and even earthworms and ants are rare. He is an ordinary person who has never practiced, and I am afraid that he will become a lunatic.

Days and nights passed, and when he almost lost his perception of time, a shovel finally poked hard on Zhu Biao's head, making a muffled sound.Then someone walked and talked, and after a while, a pair of hands slapped away the mud covering Zhu Biao's face—the burial of Liu Futong was really solid.

It's a young lad.

Red face, big forehead, short nose, bare feet, no clothes except for a piece of cloth wrapped around his head and crotch around his waist, covered in yellow sand, looking at the body he just dug out in surprise. big Stone.

Zhao Shijiu felt palpitations for no reason. He keenly understood that he seemed to have lifted a terrible curtain. The stone man's song had been sung for so long, and all the migrant workers had heard it!

A man named Wang Liuqi came over quietly. He is one of the believers of the White Lotus Sect who has been placed here. He is smart, able to endure hardships, and good at dealing with affairs. His mission is to arouse the hearts of the people. When he sees Zhao Shijiu digging out the stone man, he hastened over here. Intervening: "Brother Zhao, what treasure did you find?"

Zhao Shijiu and Wang Liuqi had a good relationship, so they didn't avoid him, and replied tremblingly, "A big rock looks like a stone man. Have you heard that song?"

"I have studied in a private school and can recognize a few words. Let me take a look."

Wang Liuqi expanded the pit with a few shovels, and saw the words on the back of the stone man revealed as the sand disappeared, and he read: "Mo Dao stone man has one eye, stirring up the Yellow River..."

Zhao Shijiu almost jumped up, hurriedly covered his mouth, and shouted in a low voice: "I can't read it later! I can't! Bury it quickly! Nothing happened!"

Wang Liuqi looked at him with a look that Zhao Shijiu couldn't understand, and said, "Since it was dug out, why didn't anything happen?"

"But……"

Snapped!

The whip hit Wang Liuqi's head and face, and a soldier rode a horse and stood on the river bank: "If you are lazy and have nothing to eat, all of you will be beheaded!"

Because of the close distance, Zhao Shijiu could see the twitching muscles and clenched teeth on Wang Liuqi's face. After being forced to work as a migrant worker, he and the people around him were beaten countless times. Get used to punishment from the sky.

What surprised him was Wang Liuqi's ferocious eyes. There seemed to be two balls of fire burning in his eyes, and he was about to rush out of his eyeballs, turning into a wild beast and biting all the enemies to death, but for some reason he forcibly endured it.

Turning around, Wang Liuqi was the person Zhao Shijiu was familiar with again, bowing his head and submitting, "Go right away, go right away, no laziness, no laziness."

Xiao Bing squinted his eyes and sneered, raised his hand, and said again involuntarily: "Seeing that your body is strong enough, just come to try my new whip."

His prestige is all due to the weapon in his hand, without it, he is inferior to anyone else.As for what the weapon is for, he doesn't care, once it is in his hands, he can use it as he likes.When he wakes up in the morning, he wants to beat people, and when he is full at noon, he wants to beat people, and when he rides a horse for a lap, he wants to beat at least a dozen people.

Seeing other people suffering but not daring to speak out, he feels very proud and amazing.

Especially the elderly, the imperial court does not screen the recruits, the adults above are wanted individually, and there are many elderly people who are not in good health. When the whip is thrown down, they immediately fall down and die the next day. How fun!

Thinking of this, Xiao Bing's hands were itchy again, he ignored Wang Liuqi, called for a ride, and rode away.

The horseshoes trod over, and the yellow mud splashed on the shore.

The river is wide and endless, and hundreds of migrant workers spread their blood and sweat on the yellow mud like ants, and every time they bow their heads, they unload a load of heavy sand.

They are fathers, sons, husbands, and brothers.When they left home, they took the care of their families with them, and every day, people expected them to go back.

But that's all in the past, come to this river, they become numbers.

Facing a strange land, raging floods, or even more terrifying man-made disasters, all struggles and injustices will be obliterated.

Wang Liuqi pushed the mud back with his feet and pushed Zhao Shijiu: "Let's go."

Zhu Biao watched quietly.