People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 146 No Kneeling!
Xu Chen stepped into the tribe in front of him. When the Wuhuan people's gazes swept over him one by one, he felt inexplicably chilled in his heart. He clearly felt that there was a lot of hatred in these gazes.

Not only did he feel this emotion, but Wang Dang, Lu Ping, Tian Shitou and others around him also felt the same way.

This did not surprise them. After all, not long ago, the Yellow Turbans had carried out a reckoning against the Wuhuan soldiers. Whether they were Wuhuan or Han, there were casualties in the battles between the soldiers of both sides, which was nothing to say. However, the atrocities against innocent civilians were an absolutely unforgivable crime.

The Yellow Turbans conducted a comprehensive investigation of the captured Wuhuan soldiers. After mutual accusations and individual questioning, they classified the Wuhuan captives one by one and sentenced and dealt with them according to the severity of their crimes.

However, the result was regrettable. The vast majority of the entire Wuhuan soldier group had committed direct atrocities against civilians.

Only a small number of people who were careful not to do evil could be exempted from punishment, but they still had to undergo centralized transformation by the Yellow Turbans, and only then could they be slowly released back into the tribe and resume normal life.

There are now more than 3,000 Wuhuan captives of the Yellow Turbans. It is a huge task to complete the trial of all of them. It may take half a year or even a year to complete it completely. However, Xu Chen would rather spend so much time than to make a rough one-size-fits-all approach.

Seeing the hatred in these eyes, Xu Chen knew that the Yellow Turbans' current actions were necessary, otherwise things would really develop in the direction of mutual hatred.

The Wuhuan people's cognition has not yet changed, so the Yellow Turbans must clarify the cases one by one, openly and clearly for everyone to see.

As for the current hateful looks, Xu Chen believed that after today, they would not be so important anymore.

Nearly a thousand Yellow Turban troops entered the tribe. The soldiers were arranged in neat formations and looked solemn. They exuded a murderous aura from their experience on the battlefield, which made all the Wuhuan people feel awe-inspiring.

It was this army that defeated the warriors of the Wuhuan tribe.
When the two or three thousand people of this small tribe were gathered together, everyone became nervous. In the two months since the Yellow Turbans came, what they were most worried about was how the Yellow Turbans would deal with them.

Should they all be made slaves, or should their entire race be wiped out?

No matter what, they knew that they had no ability to resist now. They could only lower their hateful eyes and beg the Han people to give the tribe a way out.

"We the Yellow Turbans are here today to do only one thing!" Lu Ping glanced at Xu Chen, and after Xu Chen nodded, he stepped forward and faced all the Wuhuan people: "That is to rescue the poor brothers in our tribe!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Wuhuan people looked confused. This scene seemed different from what they had expected.

They didn't quite understand what this meant to save their poor brothers, but at least they didn't see any malice in the Yellow Turban's expression.

Even the silent leader on the other side had a look of compassion on his face.

Lu Ping waved his right hand, and more Yellow Turban soldiers walked into the tribe from behind. However, along with these Yellow Turbans came countless cattle, sheep, food, and various material wealth.

The whole scene suddenly became chaotic, and the eyes of the Wuhuan people present were gradually attracted to these things.

Their eyes were wide open. For a small tribe like theirs, the huge wealth in front of them was enough to make them salivate. However, they soon turned their attention to Lu Ping. They didn't know what this meant.

Lu Ping smiled slightly, and a gentle attitude appeared on his young face: "These things are the wealth accumulated by the so-called nobles headed by Qiu Liju. Now they have all been confiscated by us Yellow Turbans. We will distribute these things later, and you will all have a share."

When these words were spoken, all the Wuhuan people were stunned, and then they were in disbelief.

Instead of the various possible punishments that he had imagined, he did not enslave people, nor did he carry out large-scale revenge killings, nor did he even plunder his wealth. Instead, he just gave out money right away?
At this moment, the faces of everyone present changed, and the looks they gave the Yellow Turbans became complicated.

Are the Han people so good?
"Then next, you will each come up to register, and you can receive your gifts after registration." Lu Ping looked at them with a smile and said just this.

The people present looked around, feeling a little nervous, but also eager to try.

However, money was a great temptation, and some people could not help but come forward to sign up. When everyone saw that Huang Jin actually wrote down the name calmly, and then distributed several cattle, sheep and some other goods to them, they immediately became jealous.

The situation got out of control and a group of people rushed in immediately, surrounding the registration place. Many of them kept saying good things about the Yellow Turbans, trying to please them and get more benefits.

Lu Ping just watched quietly. He saw that although there were many people coming forward to sign up, they were actually only a small part of the entire tribe.

One intuitive feeling is that most of the five or six hundred people who came out were relatively decent. Although the clothes they wore were not very good, at least they were a complete set of clothes, which was enough to keep them warm on such cold days, and they all looked good.

Most of the more than 2,000 people standing behind were ragged and haggard, a group of dark and thin guys who looked like monkeys.

Lu Ping pressed his hands, and the scene gradually quieted down. He looked past the relatively respectable people in front and looked at the group of skinny monkeys in the back, and then asked them: "Why don't you come to sign up? Don't you want to share the things?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene suddenly fell silent. Not only were the respectable people in front stunned, but even the group of skinny and dark monkeys were at a loss.

It’s not that they didn’t understand what he said, but they felt that what Lu Ping said was a bit ridiculous.

Among the respectable people, someone reminded awkwardly: "Master, those guys are just slaves. They are not qualified to share things with us." "Is it up to you to decide whether they are qualified or not?" Lu Ping looked at the person who spoke, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and this made the respectable people around him silent.

When Lu Ping turned his head again and looked at those skinny and dark monkeys, his eyes suddenly became gentle, and he did not conceal his different attitudes towards the two groups of people at all.

"Under the rule of the Yellow Turbans, everyone is equal, no one is more noble than anyone else, and there is no such thing as master and slave.

Today, if you want, you can be a normal person again.
You can have your own personal freedom and your own property. This is your basic right. If anyone dares to infringe upon your rights, I, the Yellow Turbans, will take care of it for you.

Now the entire Wuhuan tribe is under the control of me, the Yellow Turban. You just need to step forward and you can get your things. Do you understand?"

After Lu Ping finished saying this, the skinny monkeys hadn't reacted yet, but the respectable people got angry first. They immediately started to make a commotion, and the crowd was so agitated that there was even a sign that they were going to bump into Lu Ping.

Lu Ping just sneered and didn't take it seriously at all. Soon, a thousand Yellow Turban infantrymen pressed forward, which made all the respectable people calm down.

The stern look of the Yellow Turban infantrymen made their hearts beat fast, and they suddenly remembered their own situation.

To be honest, everyone present here is a captive of the Yellow Turbans. Their fate is in their hands. How can they have the right to speak loudly?

While the situation in the front was being stabilized, the skinny and dark monkeys in the back were in great shock. Lu Ping's words made their hearts pound. They never thought that today's events would have anything to do with them.

Wuli, one of the skinny and dark monkeys, was also stunned. Having been a slave for more than ten years, he never thought that he would have the possibility of escaping from this identity. He even became accustomed to his fate.

Even if the master kicked me off the carriage last time, when the Yellow Turbans captured everyone and the master came to find me, I would have to follow him obediently.

Because I am the master's property, I don't have any rights, even my life is not my own. No matter how the master treats me, I can only endure it.

He didn't even have the thought of resisting, because this was the natural thing for nomads.

But today, Lu Ping's words suddenly aroused his interest. As long as he stepped forward, he would no longer be a slave, he would be able to get his own property, and he would be able to live a decent life in the future?
Master Yellow Turban, can you make decisions for yourself?

Wu Li's heart was pounding. He had a premonition that today was a special day and perhaps his fate would change because of it. But when he looked around, the crowd was filled with fear and many people even began to retreat.

He realized something, then turned his head and immediately felt a cold gaze not far away, which startled him.

That was the gaze of his master. Although the master didn't say anything, he could understand what it meant.

How dare you, a lowly thing, disobey the master? You are a slave and will always be my slave!

Wu Li couldn't help but take a step back, but at this moment, Lu Ping's voice rang out again.

"In other tribes, we have completed the transformation. The slaves there are now living upright lives. They have their own cattle, sheep and fields, and they no longer have to bend over backwards in front of others.

You must remember that we Yellow Turbans were once poor people like you. We are where we are today because we defeated our masters. Today, we are here to defend our poor brothers!"

When Wu Li heard this, his whole body trembled. The words "poor brother" inexplicably gave him a lot of courage.

He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and took a few steps forward.

As the first slave to walk out, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

But at this time, his master suddenly rushed back, and slapped him fiercely several times, with a ferocious look on his face as if he wanted to eat someone: "Asshole, you are my thing, do you have my permission to become a human being?"

There was a sudden silence at the scene. Wu Li was stunned by the beating and instinctively knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Stand up, don't kneel!" However, a hand held him tightly, preventing him from kneeling down.

He turned his head and saw that the person in front of him was the leader of the Natural Religion.

Xu Chen looked at him calmly: "Your basic rights are granted by God. This is what I have recognized for you. No one can hit you for no reason."

Wu Li was shocked all over. Xu Chen's words and eyes inexplicably gave him a kind of strength, allowing him to slowly stand up straight.

Xu Chen pointed at the old man again and said, "Fight back at me!"

(End of this chapter)