big song poppi

Chapter 534 0531 [Some people are not as good as us]

"The Great Black Demon has won again, and the Holy Lord has been defeated, just like in the last era, but you are still in the darkness without knowing it, surrounded by ignorance, filth, cruelty, chaos, oppression, and humiliation. King Ming descends again It is decreed that I will be chosen as the son of the Buddha, and the mother of the Buddha will descend to save you, defeat the great black demon, and rebuild the Holy Kingdom of Light."

"In the Kingdom of the Holy Light, everyone, both noble and humble, rich and poor, will be provided with support, the young will be educated, the poor will be supported, the poor will be helped, and the widowed, widowed, lonely, and disabled will all be provided for..."

In front of the temple, Fang Qi Buddha sits cross-legged on the altar, his voice is loud and clear, like a bell, making people listen to it and be convinced involuntarily.

Today's Manichaeism is completely different from that during Wu Zetian's time.

After absorbing and integrating the essence of many sects such as Buddhism, Taoism, Maitreyaism, and Nestorianism, it has been completely Chineseized and transformed by Fang La's hands. It is almost a brand new sect.

During these three days, Fang Qifu gave sermons and sermons every day and performed many "miracles". In addition, believers in the village appeared to give their own explanations, which completely frightened the people who were kidnapped and went up the mountain.

The so-called personal explanation is nothing more than that I was seriously ill in the past. I saw many doctors and spent all my family savings, but I still couldn't get a cure.

By chance, I converted to Manichaeism, and after receiving enlightenment from a Buddhist disciple, I miraculously recovered.

This kind of method will be believed by a lot of people in future generations, let alone now.

In just three days, except for a few people, the rest had become followers of Fang Qi Buddha, completely forgetting that they had been forcibly abducted by bandits.

Zhao Ji and Lu He naturally didn't believe it, but they didn't dare to show it. They were observing the village every day and trying their best to escape.

At noon, the sun was fierce.

The first half of the sermon is over.

"Congratulations to the Buddha."

The people looked respectful and made gestures with their hands.

After Fang Qifu left, the people got up and walked towards the restaurant.

Zhao Ji was mixed in the crowd, his nose was still red and swollen, and it had not completely gone away, and his face was covered with dirt.

"You, stop!"

Suddenly, a big hand passed through the crowd and pulled Zhao Ji out.

Zhao Ji was startled and looked uneasy.

He was not the only one who was dragged out of the crowd, but also Lu He and two others.

Mrs. Rao noticed something was wrong and immediately carried the child to Lu He.

One of the bandits frowned and was about to pull Rao away when he saw a man dressed as a scholar not far away winking at him.

Seeing this, the bandit had to stop his movements and said expressionlessly: "Buddha said that if you don't have wisdom and cannot take refuge, I will send you down the mountain."

"really?"

The other two people were immediately overjoyed.

The bandit smiled half-heartedly and waved to them: "That's natural, come with me."

Lu He was keenly aware that there was a hint of teasing and ridicule in the bandit's eyes.

Send them down the mountain?
How could this gang of rebels be so kind? They could only take them out of the stronghold and silence them.

After looking at the five bandits wearing armor and holding knives, Lu He sighed in his heart and had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards the outside of the stronghold.

Zhao Ji lowered his voice and said, "Brother Daoqing, where are these bandits taking us?"

"We are going to take us down the mountain."

Lu He replied bitterly.

Zhao Ji was so thoughtful that he immediately heard the meaning of his words and was extremely frightened.

I thought that the great Emperor of the Song Dynasty would die at the hands of a group of rebels.

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel sad.

The five bandits escorted them out of the cottage and walked along a muddy path.

After walking for a while, a businessman was shocked and said: "This... this is not the way down the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bandit swung his steel knife and slashed the businessman on the back with the back of the knife.

Even though it was the back of the knife, the businessman was still in pain and let out a shrill wail.

"Go quickly!"

Putting away the steel knife, the bandit glanced at the five people coldly.

Zhao Ji shivered with fright and continued walking tremblingly.

After walking along the trail for half an hour, I passed through a dense forest, and suddenly my eyes opened up, and large tracts of fields appeared in my field of vision.

Many people were busy in the fields under the scorching sun, creating a pastoral scene.

It was only after they got closer that Zhao Ji and others saw the clues.

The busy people in Tianzhong are men, women, old and young. They all have sallow faces and thin muscles, as if they could be blown over by a gust of wind. They are dressed in tattered paper clothes, and some don't even have paper clothes. Most of their bodies are naked, only tied up between the spans. A circle of leaves.

In addition, there are many overseers armed with whips and whistle sticks.

If someone is too slow to move, he will hit them all over the face without caring about the other person's plea for mercy.

"Poppy!"

Rao sighed softly.

It turns out that what is grown in the fields is not rice or wheat, but individual poppies.

The people held a scimitar and cut a slit into the green poppy fruit.

The next moment, milky white sticky juice oozed out.

After contacting the air, the juice quickly turns dark brown. Use a small scimitar to scrape off the juice and put it into a clay pot hanging around your waist. At this time, Zhao Ji and others also realized that the rebels did not want to kill them, but to treat them as serfs.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel relieved. It was better to be a serf than to die.

After passing through a village gate, five people were taken into a wooden house.

Five sets of paper clothes were thrown on the ground, and a bandit said coldly: "Take off your clothes!"

The businessman who had been stabbed earlier was obviously frightened, so he immediately took off his silk and satin clothes, leaving only his white linen undershirt.

Seeing this, the bandit turned his attention to Rao again.

Seeing that Mrs. Rao was very pretty, she couldn't help but look her up and down, with a lustful look in her eyes, and said with a lewd smile: "Little lady, do you want to take off your clothes on your own, or do I come to help you take off your clothes?"

"Hey hey hey!"

These words caused the other bandits to laugh lewdly.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Rao looked weak, but had an extremely strong temper: "If you dare to touch me, I will bite my tongue and kill myself immediately!"

The bandit glanced at the child in Rao's arms and sneered: "Let us have some fun with you, or I will kill your son."

Her son was her weakness, and she froze in place for a moment.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. The worst he can do is die!"

Lu He took a step forward and stood in front of his wife and children.

"What are you yelling about?"

At this moment, a loud shout came.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a fat woman walking in, followed by several tall and sturdy men.

Looking around, the fat woman showed a clear look and cursed: "Get out of here as soon as you arrive, don't cause trouble in my territory."

The bandit smiled and said: "Hua Sanniang, don't worry, our brothers will leave in a moment."

Hua Sanniang snorted coldly: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. The manpower of Ji Paradise is not enough. The Buddha has been busy recently, which has delayed the important things of the Buddha. You can do whatever you want."

After hearing this, the expressions of several bandits changed and they immediately left in despair.

After they left, Hua Sanniang glanced at Mrs. Rao, spat, and cursed: "You are a chaste and martyr woman pretending to be a slut, so quickly change your clothes and come out to work."

Seeing the strong man staring at him fiercely, Zhao Ji swallowed and began to take off his clothes.

As the burlap clothes were taken off, a stack of green coins and the three Huang Tingjian's original signatures were immediately scattered on the ground.

"hiss!"

Lu He and the others stared at Zhao Ji with wide eyes and disbelief.

Green money!

And they are all in large denominations, one thousand guan of green money.

With so much money, I'm afraid it doesn't add up to more than ten or two hundred thousand yuan.

Fortunately, Hua Sanniang and her gang didn't know what they were selling. They just thought these were ordinary pieces of paper. After a glance, they stopped paying attention.

Putting on the paper clothes, Zhao Ji quickly stuffed the green coins and signatures into his arms.

I don't know how many people have worn this paper coat. It is in tatters and exudes a disgusting musty smell.

Hua Sanniang waved her hand, and a strong man immediately stepped forward and took away the clothes of several people.

No matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat. Besides, the Shu brocades on Lu He and others are not cheap. They are exquisitely made. It is absolutely no problem to take them to a pawn shop and exchange them for dozens of brocades.

After changing into paper clothes, Hua Sanniang distributed knives and clay pots to the five people, and then drove them to work in the fields.

Zhao Ji was proficient in chess, calligraphy and painting, but he had never done farm work and was clumsy. After a while, he was whipped several times.

There was a burning pain in my back.

When Lu He saw it, he took advantage of the supervisor not paying attention and lowered his voice and said: "Brother Song, please be patient and find an opportunity to escape."

"I saved it."

Zhao Ji nodded.

While the two were working, they looked at their surroundings.

I stayed there until the sun set and finally got off work.

My head was dizzy from the sun, and my whole body ached.

Dinner is a paste cooked with wheat bran and wild vegetables. These were originally fed to livestock. Are you slaves? How much more do you want to eat?
Just hold on for a while and you won't starve to death.

After eating, they were driven back to the cabin.

The original bunkhouse was gone, and they could only sleep on the ground. Dozens of people were crowded into a wooden house, and the stench was overwhelming.

Zhao Ji was so exhausted that he fell to the ground and didn't want to move. He didn't care about anything and ran away. He murmured to himself: "What kind of life do people live here?"

Lu He was feeling better and was rubbing his son's calves.

Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Lu He chuckled and said, "Brother Song, what are you talking about? Aren't most people in the world like this?"

"really?"

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, his face full of disbelief.

Lu He said sternly: "It's just one less beating, but the rest is almost the same. At least we still have wheat bran to eat. Some people are not as good as us."

(End of this chapter)