Daming prepares the emperor

"Wang Liuqi is dead?"

"Dead." Liu Futong sat down, with tears in his eyes, "I saw it with my own eyes."

"We were not prepared enough." Han Shantong sighed, "Now they are more vigilant, and the previous plan can only be abandoned."

"It's all the fault of that traitor!" Compared to his calmness, Liu Futong was particularly angry and disappointed, "If he hadn't died, I would have skinned him, constricted his tendons, strung him on a stick and roasted him to scum .”

"The world is unpredictable, don't talk about it, let's bury the stone man in another place, it is not safe there."

"Okay, are you going or am I going?"

"I'll go." Han Shantong said, "We don't have the conditions to make another stone man. The man we met before is still alive. We must protect it."

"Okay!" You Bing had noticed them, and Liu Futong hurriedly seized the time to say a few more words, "I'll contact some congregants to find a way, and you should be careful!"

Han Shantong nodded slightly and watched him go away.

When the bright moon hangs in the sky and the jackdaws are singing on the branches, one person stands up silently, walks around the tired and sleeping migrant workers lying on the ground, holds a shovel, and walks slowly in the shadows. Mud in the distance.

At this time, it was the interval between shifts, and there was still a while before the time to count the number of people, enough to do a lot of things.

After digging with a shovel for a long time, Han Shantong finally reached out to brush off the soil on the surface. Han Shantong looked around to see if there was any change in the new location he had planned before.

Fortunately, the surrounding area is very quiet, only the sound of insects can be heard, it seems that there will be no major problems in the operation tonight.

He looked down at the stone man by the moonlight. There was still a lot of mud and sand on it, making the engraving on the back unclear.To put it bluntly, the meaning of rebellion and the fate of stirring up the world are all imposed on it by myself, so what can it change?

It's a matter of human effort, it's done, it's an artifact passed down through the ages, and if it loses, it's just a joke.

"Han Shantong..."

The sudden sound startled Han Shantong. He stood up straight with a whoosh, and touched his waist with his hands, trying to draw out his weapon to defend himself.

"Don't be afraid." Zhu Biao imitated the stone man's voice, feeling as if he was playing a large strategy game, "I'm here."

At this time, Han Shantong was already holding the handle of the knife. Seeing this, he looked down, wondering, "Are you... a stone man?"

At first glance, the stone figure in the mud pit looks the same as usual, but Han Shantong is so familiar with it that he can easily notice that the eyeball in its one-eyed eye is moving slowly.

The appearance of the stone man is not exquisite and beautiful, and this scene in the night is even a little weird and terrifying, but Han Shantong's heart is full of emotion.He couldn't describe this feeling accurately, it was like a mother or a father seeing their newborn child.

In addition, he also has a kind of excitement of being recognized. Look, my career and my ideals can be learned from heaven and earth!

The combination of the two emotions made Han Shantong's hands and feet tremble uncontrollably. He was a little out of breath, and it took a while before he could control himself.

Before he got an answer, he had the answer himself, it was indeed it, it must be it!

"Yes, I am a stone man, please keep your voice down, so as not to alarm the enemy."

"Have you become a spirit?" Han Shantong squatted down as he said, and asked quickly in a low voice, "When did you become a spirit? What do you want to do now? Do you have any special magical powers?"

Zhu Biao, who thought he had to explain for a long time, underestimated Han Shantong's understanding of Zhiguai and his recognition of Shiren. able to help.

Zhu Biao was caught off guard by the question, and after thinking quickly, he concluded and replied: "After the first person dug me out, I became conscious."

"Ah... at that time." Han Shantong calculated that there are still ten days left, "What's your plan?"

"I want to revolt." Zhu Biao said firmly, "I want to do what you want! I will do what you are doing!"

Over the past few days, Zhu Biao has watched the migrant workers gradually die, engage in lawless struggles, and usher in the doomed end. His powerless hatred almost makes him unable to think.

At the same time, the stone man in the same situation was still very ignorant. When he saw this scene, he was probably even more puzzled and confused. He could only intuit this memory deeply in his heart. After many years, he was The "eyes" wake up from a deep sleep, and regret still occupies the brain and dominates the rest of his life.

Because of this, it wants to see how Zhu Biao, who is considered to be the chosen one, is destined to change the rules of the Three Realms of Humans, Demons and Ghosts, and will be the leader of ten thousand people, will lead his people .

"I don't have any monster power yet. Although I can move and walk, I'm not much better than you." Zhu Biao said, "But just because I can speak, it should be enough to help me."

In just a few words, Han Shantong realized that his stone man was not simple, it seemed to have a clear judgment on the situation.Yes, the meaning of the stone man's existence is to inspire the hearts of the people, and it is the spiritual support of the migrant workers. The fact that it is alive is undoubtedly more important than anything else. It gives the invisible victory a illusory entity.

Turning his mind around, he asked, "In your opinion, what should we do next?"

"The previous uprising failed, and Ma Jian held a meeting on the high platform again. The migrant workers are all ordinary people. At the first sight of beheading and bleeding, the liver and gallbladder must be broken. It is impossible to gather people together in a short time. "

Han Shantong sat down against a pine tree.Tonight's night is dark, not like before. Although there is a bright moon in the sky, there are no stars, which is very similar to their current situation.

Although the bright moon is bright, it also needs stars to set it off and protect it, and there are places where it cannot illuminate. How can one achieve anything alone, only with one heart and one mind can light up the night and persist until dawn!

"The top priority is that we can only take responsibility." Zhu Biao continued, "People's hearts are like water and smoke, and they need to be guided. Things that are good to them seem to be risky at the moment, so people will not do them. Opportunities are lost. People will rush to do things that are not good for them and have sweetness at the moment, regardless of whether they can live and have food and drink in the future."

"You're right." Han Shantong said, "When we revolt, we must not only guard against officers and soldiers, but also guard against our own people. This is the difficulty."

"If you don't worry about me, let me do it. Migrant workers can't think carefully, and they are more likely to believe in ghosts and ghosts." Zhu Biao said, "At dawn, I sneaked into the camp, operated secretly, and put that dissatisfaction again. Get excited, and then we will cooperate with you internally and externally, so that Yuan Ting can understand what a wound is."

"Okay!" Han Shantong agreed almost immediately without thinking.

And Zhu Biao didn't think there was any problem.

It's almost like a miracle that they open up to each other as soon as they meet and command respect.What's more special is that this kind of heart-to-heart connection is because they have the same goal, and their devotion to this goal makes them trust each other quickly and without reservation, and become comrades-in-arms.

"I'm waiting for your good news. Today is the first day of the new year, and we'll see you here on the seventh day!"

As soon as the voice fell, there were rustling noises from nearby, and a group of patrol soldiers holding torches shouted: "What are you doing, what are you doing hiding here?"

Zhu Biao controlled his body to sink down, walked forward in the soil, and escaped five or six feet away in the blink of an eye, leaving behind Han Shantong's pretending to be embarrassed and timid explanation.

He walked all the way to the place where he was buried last time, waited quietly until dawn, and waited for the migrant workers to wash up and start working, then he looked for the candidate he had long been optimistic about.

boom!

A skinny old man fell down, his eyes were open, his pupils were not the size of a normal person, they were cloudy like mud, his mouth was wheezing like a dying cow.

The people around hurriedly patted his face and probed his nose. After a while, some people shook their heads and said a few words in a low voice, and the rest lifted him up, put him aside, and gave him Cover with a bamboo mat.

They still have work to do, so there is no time to bury him, so they can only deal with it first.And after that, it is not up to them whether they allow or not to bury the old man.

Zhao Shijiu watched from not far away, two lines of tears came out of his eyes, washing out a slightly whiter groove on the black and yellow dirty face.

In his village, the elderly are respected, just like trees, they will use the branches and leaves that have grown all their lives to cover the scorching sun, wind and rain, so that the seedlings who don't know anything can survive and have the opportunity to go out for a living.Now this old man, no, not just this one, when he came to the river, every old man he saw fell like a felled tree, under the violent bombardment, with a click , lay down straight, and fell heavily on the ground, what a pity, what a pain!

He struggled to look away and focused on the sand under his feet, hoping that this would make him feel better.But Zhao Shijiu couldn't calm down when he couldn't see the old man's body. He thought of Wang Liuqi.

On the day of the uprising, Wang Liuqi didn't ask him to go. He knew about it, but he didn't do anything. a head.

cowardly!despicable!cheap!

Do you mean cheap or not!

What's the use of regretting now?Thinking about that day when I didn't let him read the second half of the poem, Wang Liuqi already knew who I was.

Zhao Shijiu cursed in his heart, wishing to turn back time and smash himself to death with his fists, thinking about it, his tears fell again, splashing ripples drop by drop.

"You regret it."

A flat voice sounded, so flat that it seemed to be saying something.

Zhao Shijiu's eyes widened, and he looked at the stone man whose head popped out suddenly: "You, you are..."

"I'm a refined stone man." Zhu Biao said, "Don't worry about this, I just ask you, do you want to save them, do you want to go home, do you want to take revenge on Wang Liuqi?"

"...I think." Zhao Shijiu said, "But what should I do? Even the White Lotus Sect has failed, so what can I do?"

"Is there anything in the world that does not fail? It takes time and effort to achieve success. I have seen all the people here, only you will help others when you are exhausted, and only you will cry for strangers. Why should you Belittle yourself? If you have studied, if you can be an official, you will definitely benefit one side. There are all kinds of things in the past, but there is a lack of courage, which is not difficult to change."

In order to conform to the current image, Zhu Biao adjusted his style and speech, trying to look like a magic stick.

He understands the principle of putting people first, and he has never been arrogant. He also understands the power of the group. In this uprising, what he has to do is to guide and push hands. ending.

He said so, Zhao Shijiu, who was already swaying on a dead end, decided to go all out. Anyway, he had no other way to go, so why not be more straightforward?

It's a life anyway, why not do something meaningful?

"Say it, as long as you say it, I will dare to do it!"

"First of all, you have to continue to help the elderly and weak migrant workers. You also need to take care of those who are bullied and can't get enough to eat. I will find a way to get some food, and you will distribute it quietly. This way Build your reputation. People will follow you."

Zhao Shijiu understands the truth in the words, but he is still puzzled: "Wang Liuqi did the same thing, but he failed."

"Because he failed, people's hearts are a little scattered. You have to do one more step. Other than that, I will find another way, and there will be others to fight."

"What more?"

"It's a bitter trick. You should be as miserable as possible, let everyone see the face of Ma Jian Liu Sheng, and force the common people!"