The Qiu Family Workshop covers a wide area, with eight feet high walls, and there are wooden thorns on the walls ingeniously. Although most of the escaped workers and disciples will be caught, it will always cause a lot of trouble to the workshop. There were originally more than 30 evil dogs patrolling the night in the yard, but they were already slaughtered and eaten after the workers' riots. Several whistles were built sparsely inside the wall. Guo Hong lay on a whistle.

"Here, here!" Guo Hong's face was full of surprise and was very proud. The court was really willing to come to recruit the amnesty. He waved his hands excitedly to the brothers under the post and gestured a "two" gesture, indicating that only two people came forward. In less than half a night, these workers and disciples had learned a lot of skills of being bandits without a master. "If I had known that it was so easy to rebel, I wouldn't have to suffer so much." Guo Hong lowered his body carefully. Just now, a worker and disciple who was looking for the amnesty was shot into a target by the city guards outside.

Guo Hong's gesture made more than 3,000 people surrounded by the mail tower suddenly become turbulent. Someone murmured, "Amitabha, I hope the person who came is the Master of Qingtian." "After all, we are not going to rebel and become thieves!" Some people were skeptical and said, "Can the court be so easy to talk to? You are not lying to us to be recruited and then killed." These workers and disciples were somewhat sensible and shouted loudly: "Everyone should be careful not to be deceived by the dog official.

!” Some people carefully wiped their hands over the lapels, for fear that they would be seen that they were one of them who killed someone yesterday. More than a dozen leading workers exhorted loudly: “This time, we must seek justice, and let those dog slaves kill people and pay their lives, owes debts and pay them back, and send us to Shishan to receive land!” Many talents seemed to remember that there was still this incident and echoed: “That is, fifty acres of land cannot be missed, we are going to Shishan!”

"Brother Fu, has the government really recruited the government?" Sangouzi was still an unskinned boy. He licked his cracked lips and held a stick removed from the loom in his hand. The Xia Kingdom soldier was as powerful as a wolf and tiger. He could cure children's crying at night in Guandong. Foreman often used it to scare these workers and disciples.

"It's hard to say," Fu Qing was burly and looked particularly prominent among the workers and apprentices. He was a kiln owner in Weizhou. He heard that Kansai valued the most and then escaped, but was deceived into the workshop. He stared at the two officials who were getting closer and closer, and said viciously: "The officials have nothing good, and they are more vicious than the rich." He lowered his head and said to Sangouzi, "We will act according to the opportunity later, you will follow me." Fu Qing carefully polished the blade with a piece of cloth he got from somewhere. There was blood from a foreman and a dog on it.

"Okay," Sangouzi nodded, "Thank you, Brother Fu." He held the wooden stick less than three feet long in his hand tightly. There were seven or eight hundred workers and disciples gathered around Fu Qing. The workers and disciples who were in charge were divided into more than a dozen shares. Fu Qing's largest player, he killed a foreman with his own hands, and everyone recommended him as the leader.

While walking, Yuan Xingzong looked at the worker standing behind the wooden fence of the workshop gate. He felt no fear in his heart, but instead felt sad. These people were all merchants who were born in Xia Kingdom and were also citizens of the Great Xia Kingdom. However, they were all pale and thin, with no clothes covering their bodies, and most of their eyes were deep and covered with bloodshots. They were almost like humans, but more like a group of livestock struggling on the edge of life and death. There were hundreds of people at the gate, and there were only dozens in front. The people behind could only stand on tiptoe to describe the Qingyan Yuan Xingzong.

"Is this a court official?" Bao Qizhang muttered in his heart, "Why is there no official power?" The leader of the worker and apprentice standing in front didn't know who spoke first, and who spoke later. He looked at each other for a moment, and finally Fu Qing shouted loudly: "The official in front, stop." The people behind remembered that according to the play, the two armies could not get close to each other, and they all agreed: "Stop!" "Stop!" "Take another step, we are going to shoot arrows!"

Yuan Xingzong stopped hearing this, spread his arms and raised them, indicating that he had no weapons. Chen Yuyi, who was beside him, also did so. After a while, he was silent. When he saw that there was no other reaction from the other side, Chen Yuyi shouted: "Everyone, this is the Relief Department Order Yuan Xingzong, who is under the responsibilities of the Xia State court, and has full authority to deal with the matter here. Lord Yuan comes to listen to the confession."

The workers' eyes were full of doubts and fear. Faced with Yuan Xingzong's request to make them complain, they hesitated. They only said that the world was as dark as crows, and it was good that the officials of the court could recruit people. How could they really listen to the public's grievances? These ordinary people are not fools. The world is difficult and dangerous, and no one has fallen into the wrongs.

Guo Hong also climbed down from the mattress at this time, but no one cared about him, and no one climbed up the mattress to fix his position. He understood Chen Yuyi's Luoyang dialect, pulled Bao's clothes seven feet tall, and asked, "Brother Bao, what an official is this relief order? He recruited us. Will the words work?"

Bao Qizhang shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it. It's probably bigger than the county master." Guo Hong showed joy on his face, staring at Yuan Xingzong up and down, and secretly said, "This official looks okay, but he doesn't know whether his heart is dark." At this time, a worker asked Chen Yuyi, "Who is this person? Are we from Guandong?" Most of these worker and disciples were deceived by their fellow villagers, but they are still from their hometowns. The worker and disciples behind also asked, "Sir, are you from Guandong?" "Sir, you have to make the decision for us!" "Sir, you are from Luoyang, right?"

These thin and lonely people plucked up hope in their bodies and looked at them. Chen Yuyi felt a sense of sorrow in his heart. He bowed with his hands and said, "I am a member of Chen Yuyi, a native of Luoyang, Guandong, and is now a relief officer." When he saw the questioning expression on the face of the worker opposite, he hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "In the lower ancestor, Chen Gongxiliang, the young minister of Taichang, if you can trust him, you will bring all the wrongs he suffered."

Chen and Yi's ancestor Xiliang Gong was called the Qing official in Guandong and Bao Gong. He served as the prefect of Luoyang for many years. According to folks, he became the judge of the King of Hell in the underworld after his death. However, decades have passed. There are even people in Luoyang who even went to the front of Xiliang Gong's tomb to shout for justice. People in this era would not easily recognize their ancestors. The workers and disciples on the opposite side heard that Chen and Yi were the descendants of Chen Qingtian. Suddenly, the tears of several works and disciples from Guandong fell into the loess. They staggered and knelt down and cried, saying, "Master Qingtian, be sure to make the decision for Caomin and others!"

The actions of a few people led more workers and disciples to kneel down and shout for justice. In the end, thousands of people shouted together to call the sky together, which made Chen Yuyi, who had never seen this scene, feel at a loss and murmured: "Please get up, you don't need to do this, don't need to do this." He has been in Guanxi for a long time and is no longer used to kneeling down and kneeling.

Chen Yuyi looked at his side with help, but was even more surprised. Yuan Xingzong lifted his robe and knelt in the yellow soil, facing thousands of workers and apprentices, bowed with both hands, and said in a deep voice: "The people are so sad and distressed. Yuan is really guilty as the imperial official." He was so serious and sincere, not like making a fake, which made the workers and apprentices on the opposite side shocked. The people of Guandong had never seen any officials kneeling on the people. Many people didn't care about calling Qingtian and said loudly: "Master Yuan is here to invite them." Many workers and apprentices were moved to shed more tears, and murmured almost unconsciously: "Oh Qingtian, Master Qingtian."

This scene made Chen and Yi feel a soreness in his nose, his knees soft, and he also knelt in the loess, his eyes filled with tears. The thick wooden fence between the imperial court's orders and the Guandong workers was pushed aside by the workers and the workers. They surrounded Yuan Xingzong and Chen and the Boxers, and everyone was fighting to talk to them. The grievances and complaints surrounded the two of them like a flood that broke the dam. Later, Chen and Yi could nodded clearly who was talking, so they could only nod their heads frequently, and at the same time remembered to wave high to the officials and soldiers of the Xia Kingdom in the distance, indicating that everything was fine.
Chapter completed!