Republic of China

Chapter 267 Ringed

On both sides of the long street, the two sides were clearly divided and at war with each other.

One party was led by the county magistrate's brother-in-law. As his name suggests, he had a lot of pockmarks on his face, but they were not natural freckles, but more like he had been shot in the head. His expression was extremely arrogant, and he had an old-fashioned shell gun on his waist. Behind him were forty or fifty young men, armed with sticks, picks, and butcher knives.

The other party seemed less professional, a bunch of rabble, but the deputy altar leader was very good at mobilizing emotions. He said that the robbed food was going to be distributed to the new believers. This sentence can be called the most powerful chicken blood. If If they can get food by fighting with weapons, then these poor people would rather bleed in the streets every day. Of course, the guys in their hands are not bad, which shows that the inventory of Shimen Branch of Guandao is quite large, but there are no firearms.

"Wang Mazi! I've tolerated you for a long time! If you have sense, return the food you stole, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

"What a fart on your mother! Who can tolerate who? You guys have been too arrogant in recent years. I used to have 300 acres of fertile land in Chengbei. I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup my brother-in-law was fed by you guys, and even coaxed him. You were deceived into handing over 250 acres, and this food should have been mine!"

"You have both money and goods! The land was bought with money. It was not stolen or robbed. Besides, what qualifications do you, the Wang family, have to make such a noise? Didn't you rob those lands by using your power and violence?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me! How great is it to be rich? How much did you pay for it? I paid ten times as much! As long as you are not stupid, those fertile fields will not be sold at all!"

It's a group fight.

The opening scene was definitely a traditional trash-talking session, with everyone wanting to stand on the moral high ground and condemn the other party.

They are all stones in the pit, no one is cleaner than anyone else.

The annexation of land has been going on since ancient times, and it is normal for there to be conflicts of interest.

Besides, no one is stupid. It is better to use the advantage of numbers to intimidate and solve the problem. It is better to retreat and use words, and try not to do anything if you can make a noise.

But Zhao Sanyuan, who was working as the atmosphere team behind the crowd, was quite bored and thought, could you guys hurry up? After finally getting into Yiguandao, you have to find opportunities to contact higher-level cadres, at least at the level of the leader. Now it seems that the deputy leader of Yiguandao has no real power and has no access to core secrets.

"Come on, come on - Brother Jue, are you starting to fight?"

Huzi trotted all the way to get there. He was half a step late because he had just gone to get the guy.

When Zhao Sanyuan saw what he had in his hand, he seriously suspected that this guy was an undercover agent arranged by the other party.

"What did you get?"

"Guy."

"They are either nunchucks or large knives. Are you sure this thing can be used for group fights?"

Huzi looked at the heavy black iron gada in his hand and said seriously: "Is it okay to use the sledgehammer? It is heavy. Besides, this is the only thing left when I go to the warehouse. I have no choice. There’s room.”

Zhao Sanyuan's brain was buzzing and he was angry.

When it comes to group fights, it's important to use local materials. As long as it has lethality, it's okay to use anything, but the black iron lump in Huzi's hand is just too damn outrageous.

Big cannon hand-cranked popcorn machine!

Brother, do you think this thing is suitable to appear here?

I didn't take out the Curse Cloth Ring Knife because it didn't fit the atmosphere!

The most annoying thing is that Huzi brought a complete set of popcorn popping equipment and even a small bag of corn kernels.

Okay, okay, you live up to your name, you are a real tiger. It is really good luck that Yiguandao accepted your great wisdom.

Although the thing is outrageous, its value cannot be denied.

It was first invented by a Westerner. It was invented at the end of the last century and spread to the Yan and Huang Dynasties a few years ago. It was a very fashionable thing and could not be seen in ordinary places.

"What should we do now? Can we get in?" Huzi was gearing up and looked very excited.

Zhao Sanyuan quickly pulled him and whispered: "Damn it, you came to Shimen to seek a living to die on the streets?"

Even if they meet by chance, meeting each other is fate. This guy is a bit of a tiger, but Zhao Sanyuan doesn't want to see him stupid and used as cannon fodder to be hacked to death.

That's all, I hope those two idiots opposite will finish their work quickly and go back to their respective homes.

At this moment, Wang Mazi and the deputy altar leader were getting more and more angry. They both rolled up their sleeves and accused each other of each other's faults, spitting stars flying all over the sky.

From a certain point of view, the two of them are not stupid and do not want to lose out. Wang Mazi is the brother-in-law of the county magistrate. Of course, he is aware of the rapid development of Yiguandao in Shimen in recent years. The deputy altar leader is also similar. The current county magistrate Chang secretly has many interests involved with Yiguandao. To fuck his brother-in-law is tantamount to breaking up. This time he came just to show his attitude. Don't go too far. Just return half of the food casually and that's it. There's a step down.

Just as Zhao Sanyuan was about to light a cigarette to kill time, he suddenly sniffed and smelled a scent.

Looking back, the cigarette butt almost went down his throat.

"What are you doing."

"Get some food."

I saw Huzi setting up the popcorn machine on the corner steps at some point. The fire was extremely strong, sparks were crackling and flying around. His serious answer had the beauty of a missing brainstem.

Brother, do you have no sense of boundaries at all?

The two sides are about to start a fight. Are you popping popcorn here?

If the deputy altar leader turns around and sees you, you will be the first one to be beheaded. He will clear the door directly.

Wait a minute!

Popcorn is made from popcorn!

"Oh shit, don't—cough cough cough—"

Because he was too shocked, this time Zhao Sanyuan really sucked the cigarette into his mouth and stabbed it into his throat, without saying the second half of the sentence.

But never mind saying it or not saying it.

It's too late.

Can not go back.

Huzi stepped on the small elbow valve.

boom--! ! !

The loud noise, comparable to the explosion of a 30cm horizontal-firing steel howitzer, shook the window frames on both sides of the long street.

However, Huzi was obviously a novice, and this job was quite challenging for him. He was overwhelmed by the rising steam and popcorn in the sky.

I don’t know whether the person is alive or not, but Zhao Sanyuan knew that the pressure inside the popcorn was too great, and he saw the big iron lump rising from the ground and roaring with thunder.

It rubbed the tops of people's heads one after another and fell down in a parabola. It hit the chest of a horse boy opposite. He vomited blood and fainted on the spot. It was estimated that his chest was not only bruised and purple, but also his ribs might have been broken. Several.

Huzi had said before that he had a problem. He was hungry and had diarrhea quickly, so he had to eat something from time to time.

However, it happened suddenly.

Who would have thought that someone would pop popcorn in such a tense atmosphere?

Who would have expected that Black Iron Pimple would hit the target by chance?

It really conforms to the old saying that the fart is too late.

In the eyes of others, especially Wang Mazi, I want to negotiate with you, but you don't have martial ethics, right?

"A sneak attack? I'll kill you first!"

The Shimen men may be more subjective and aggressive. Wang Mazi took out his shell gun and pointed it at the deputy altar leader. The latter was also aggrieved. It was not that he did not follow martial ethics. He did not tell anyone who carried out the sneak attack.

But it was too late to say anything. The swarthy muzzle would not listen patiently to anyone's reasoning.

The deputy altar leader screamed and crawled back, shouting: "Family members, come up! Wang Mazi is not kind, let's get the food back!"

bang bang bang-

Gunshots and roars came one after another.

Before Wang Mazi could fire a few shots, the two sides fell into a melee, and in an instant there was a chaos of swords and swords. The deputy altar leader's luck was extremely bad. He was hit by the last bullet in the chaos and fell to the ground. However, the poor people he mobilized could no longer care about them. The livestock and grain trucks were close in front of him, so he had to give it a try. , besides the bullet may not hit oneself.

It must be said that the folk customs in Shimen are very simple, and everyone seems to be desperate for his life when fighting in a group.

Only Zhao Sanyuan stood in the wind, disheveled, with a look of tears on his face.

What the hell is this?

I finally managed to sneak into the Shimen sub-altar, and I was going to follow the line of the deputy altar leader, but now, the banquet is on the same spot.

Hu Zi, who was the initiator, was a little at a loss and scratched the back of his head. "It seems that I have been holding back too much energy. I shouldn't have heard the sound. I should let it out slowly."

"Is that all you have to say?"

Difficult to stretch.

Zhao Sanyuan felt quite helpless in his heart, you were sent by God to deceive Yiguandao, right? Kill the deputy leader in minutes.

Helpless, there is now a melee on this street. Because Wang Mazi is the county magistrate's brother-in-law, he must have warned in advance that no patrol police will come to suppress it in a short time.

The deputy altar leader hiccupped, but the matter was not over yet. Zhao Sanyuan pulled Huzi to his side and said: "Let's find an opportunity to rush over and take advantage of the fight between these weaklings to transport the two carts of grain back. It's a great achievement no matter what." If it’s a piece, maybe it can be divided between us.”

Huzi agreed deeply and lamented that his brother was really smart. Zhao Sanyuan also lamented that Huzi was not stupid at all except for being tough. Without any explanation, this guy took the initiative to perform with Zhao Sanyuan. You punch me and I will kick you. He slowly moved forward in the chaos without attracting too much attention.

After the two men transported the two cars away, the melee continued, and everyone was furious. Wang Mazi was also trampled to death in the chaos.

evening.

The stronghold of Yiguandao.

The atmosphere here was obviously different from before. When Zhao Sanyuan brought the car back, he felt the presence of 'similar people'.

"Where did it come from?"

A deep voice shouted next to him, from two men wearing uniform Taoist robes.

Zhao Sanyuan replied cautiously: "He came from the east of the city. The deputy altar leader took us to grab food. He was beaten to death by Wang Mazi. When the two of us saw that something was wrong, we secretly transported the food truck back."

The Taoist priest nodded after hearing this, "Don't worry about the grain truck. You two go to the inner hall. The altar master has just arrived. Go and explain what happened to the altar master."

Altar leader?

Zhao Sanyuan was overjoyed. He was glad that he had not taken the opportunity to leave before. It was indeed the right thing to come back.

"Why did you bring it back?"

"What a pity. The popcorn it pops out is so delicious. Brother Jue, you have been helping me. I don't have anything to give, so I just want to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha. You can pop some popcorn when you take it back."

Looking at the iron lump in Huzi's hand, Zhao Sanyuan was angry and funny.

Since it is a good intention, there is no reason to refuse. To be honest, this stuff is really good. Take more corn kernels with you when you travel around. The popped popcorn is delicious and very hungry, but it comes with a certain degree of danger. The good guy is here I still remember the moment when the boiler exploded, it was no different from a cannonball.

Inner hall.

Sitting in the front position was a rosy-faced woman, but her dress showed that she was definitely not an ordinary person.

She was enjoying the tea with an expression on her face, without even looking at Zhao Sanyuan and Huzi.

"Did you join the religion today?"

Zhao Sanyuan just nodded, and Hu Zizui beside him said sweetly, "Yes, Sister Altar Master, I escaped from Xining. I have heard of my sect's name for a long time. I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don't join."

Admiringly.

Zhao Sanyuan had never noticed that he was so eloquent before. The sister of the altar owner was shouting loudly, and she couldn't learn from him.

The woman slowly put down the tea bowl and looked over, and said with a chuckle: "Not only is he smart, but he can also talk. He is a hundred times a thousand times better than your deputy altar leader. It doesn't matter if he dies. I'm thinking of changing him."

It is not difficult to tell from the words that the deputy altar leaders of Yiguandao have a very low status. If they die, they will die. In the eyes of the altar leader, they are no different than dead bed bugs.

Think about it, for such a huge religious group, it is impossible to have a perfect organizational structure. The lower-level believers are all tools to be used. Only by reaching the position of the altar leader can one stand firm. The previous Li Guyu is an example. I would rather Even if you kill your whole family, you still want to be the master of the altar.

"I am Kong Xia, the altar leader of our Shimen branch. You two are both good and malleable. You are a hundred times, a thousand times better than the deputy altar leader who was shot to death in the street. Even if you die yourself, you also have many regular people. If the disciples die together and forget their big ambitions when they see small profits, even if he comes back alive, I will cut him alive."

Then she waved her hand and said, "Go ahead, there is a shortage of manpower for something right now, and we need smart disciples like you."

Zhao Sanyuan did not ask what was going on, and pulled Huzi out of the inner hall. There were already direct disciples waiting outside.

"Time is limited. I don't have time to change your clothes. Come with me now."

Huzi was puzzled, "Where are you going, brother?"

"Just do whatever I ask you to do, don't ask any questions."

"Oh" Huzi didn't continue to ask, took out a handful of popcorn with a burnt smell from his pocket and ate it.

Go all the way out of the city and toward the southeast.

Around the time of Xu, we came to an inconspicuous manor, surrounded by large areas of fertile farmland. The buildings were basically bungalows, with the tallest one being a two-story building, which was not very impressive.

The building was brightly lit, with more than ten or twenty disciples busy, as if decorating the venue. Even the tables, chairs and benches were replaced with fine rosewood.

"You two follow me to the steps to lay out the red carpet, show off your wits."

Zhao Sanyuan pretended to be surprised and asked: "Brother, are our altar leaders celebrating a birthday or what? It's so grand."

The Taoist priest obviously knew something about the inside story, and laughed dumbly, "The altar master alone does not have such a big pomp, but there are big shots coming from above."

Huzi's eyes flashed, "Big shot? Is the leader coming? I have never seen the reincarnation of a living god."

"Don't talk nonsense. If the leader comes, this place must at least be paved with gold bricks."

Zhao Sanyuan was greatly disappointed, really disappointed. He had always wanted to see the virtues of the cult leader.

Seeing Zhao Sanyuan's disappointed expression, the Taoist priest emphasized and reminded: "Although the leader is not here in person, don't be vague. Two three talents, three point masters, and nine altar masters are here. Do you think it is a small matter? Hurry up and get to work. "

He does not mean that.

After struggling in the morning until now, Zhao Sanyuan finally got the key information.

The master's information was indeed reliable. Yiguandao really wanted to hold a secret meeting at Shimen.

The lowest participant is also a forum leader, and there are a total of fourteen senior cadres.

From his fight with Yiguandao to now, the highest-status Zhao Sanyuan has ever encountered is Dou Hai, who is a point master.

good good!

So many big fish!

If only Lao Gao and Rabbit were here, great work everywhere!

(End of this chapter)