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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face 310 The Man Who Doesn¡¯t Eat Beans (Part 2)

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    At the intersection, the villagers lined up in a row and watched the smoke in the distance getting closer and closer. Everyone began to look down at the ground and bow silently.

    The captain of the Tao family's corps stood at the front, bending as low as possible, stretching his arms forward with all his strength, and holding the marshal's cap of Prince Ming in both hands at the end.

    The queue soon arrived in front of the villagers. A guard took the marshal's cap and ran back to resume his life.

    The bowing corps leader stretched out his hands straight and dared not put them down. His waist hurt so much that it was about to burst, and cold sweat broke out on his head.

    After a while, the corps commander saw the wheels of a carriage parked in front of him. Everyone heard a voice and laughed heartily: "You are all exempt from courtesy. Where is my little general?"

    There was silence.

    "Huh?" The voice became majestic.

    The corps commander suppressed his fear, lowered his head, took half a step forward, and shouted in panic: "Long live your Majesty! We are guilty!"

    Half an hour later, in the open space used as a playground in the center of the village, looking at Tao Yineng with two pieces of blood seeping out from the middle of his face wrapped in a white cloth, Ming Wang Zhu Qing was about to touch the young man who was carried out with a chair, but  In the end, his fingertips did not dare to touch the wound cloth. He turned to look at the kneeling person at his feet. His tone changed with shock, anger and distress, and he asked sternly:

    "Your child is a gift from God! How can you have the heart to treat him like this? My eldest prince is still in Haisong. I can't touch him even if I want to, but you you are a devil!"

    Father Tao was kneeling on the ground. His uncut hair was disheveled. The face exposed in the hair was stained with tears, blood, and red and swollen from being beaten, but his eyes were very determined.  He raised his head and looked at the man in Western military uniform who seemed to be covering the sky. He stretched out his hand, palm up, as if begging. He shouted loudly: "Your Majesty! My son is weak and cannot enter the army! I really have no choice.  ah!"

    Originally, Tao¡¯s father wanted to do nothing but settle the matter first, and then ask the people in charge of the village to cover up the truth of the matter for him.

    ????????????????? But their place is a military camp, and the tentacles of power extend all the way to the smallest unit, "Wu". It depends on whether Tao Yi can receive a marshal's cap.  No one dared to cover it up for him; and there was no time to recover from his injuries.  What should I do if I am injured?

    The corps chiefs and village chiefs in charge made a concerted effort to report the truth of the matter, and also presented Tao's family tree hidden on the back of the cross painting.

    Looking at the cross hanging painting and the carefully written family tree behind it, Zhu Qingzheng¡¯s face turned livid.

    ¡°If you don¡¯t believe in Jesus, why come to me?¡± he asked coldly.

    "Your Majesty, spare your life! The poor people are ignorant. They have just arrived in the Kingdom of God and are ignorant. Spare my life. What's more, the Bible also emphasizes loyalty and filial piety. The genealogy of human ancestors is also recorded in the Old Testament, which is consistent with the teachings of Confucius.  There is no contradiction. Writing the family tree after the cross is considered a kind of commemoration." Father Tao argued with his head raised.

    "You still preach to me your Confucian principles of heaven and earth?" Zhu Qingzheng laughed angrily.  He threw the family tree to the ground with great contempt.

    King Ming waved his hand, and the soldiers carried Tao Yineng away like flying.

    The dark crowd standing opposite Zhu Qingzheng felt a ripple of uneasiness. They all intuitively felt the danger coming, just like the cattle on the grassland smelling the angry lion.

    With a sad last look at Tao Yineng¡¯s back, Zhu Qingzheng turned around, pointed at Tao¡¯s father and said sternly:

    "Tao offender! Obstruction of military service! Damaging the bodies of imperial reserve officers and soldiers! The method is extremely cruel! Blaspheming the sacred faith of our dynasty! Promoting heresy! The crime is unpardonable! Behead on the spot!"

    Before he finished speaking, Fu Renyong, who was standing in the crowd and hugging his father's waist tightly, saw in the gap of the crowd that a group of soldiers went up and pressed Tao's father to the ground, and tied him up; on the other side, two soldiers from the Ming Dynasty looked like men.  Come over with the village guillotine.

    "Your Majesty, I can die! Please let me live for the sake of my blind son who has no one to support him! If you kill me, you will kill both my father and my son!" Father Tao's face was pressed into the mud, but here  At the moment of life and death, or the moment of passing on the family line, the son he blinded himself must be fed by him. This was part of his plan. He shouted crazily, and the soil under his head turned into a cloud of mist from his roar.

    But Zhu Qingzheng, who was holding a saber in his hand, looked at him coldly and said calmly: "Without you, your son's fate will be extremely miserable. It seems that we have abandoned him. But the law must be respected to protect more people."  The young man was not killed like him, allowing more ambitious heroes to stand out and go down in history for the glory of God, instead of being inexplicably disabled and living like pigs. This is greater kindness."

    After saying this, he glanced at Father Tao in disgust, turned his head to the side, and said, "I guess you don't need to pray and repent before death. Execution! Immediately!"

    &??I was so scared to death that I separated from him, so much so that even though I read his father's name several times, his father remained motionless.

    Finally, the tearful father walked out of the crowd with his heavy arms in his arms, and stood in a row with his tearful neighbors from nine households.

    At this time, Fu Renyong saw the familiar Douzi.

    It was nine mung beans and one red bean, about the same size. The official held them in his hand and announced them to everyone, asking them one by one: "Brother, do you think there is any problem?"

    Everyone who stood up and lined up in the row was shaking violently and with tears streaming down their face, but when faced with the ten beans, no one dared to let them go. Everyone stretched out their fingers to poke at the beans one by one to see if there were any flaws.

    Watching his father check the beans, he was like a dying man who had been half-eaten by a tiger and was bleeding profusely, trying to see if he could get out with the tiger's teeth.

    He even put Fu Renyong down and asked him to see if there was anything abnormal about the beans.

    The official also patiently knelt down to let the man's son see the beans clearly, and even smiled. Fu Renyong looked at what was in the official's hand and did not dare to touch it. He shook his head timidly, feeling a little scared for the first time.  Those beans, will they bite?

    After the inspection, the official threw 10 beans into a Western tin can, shook it, and asked them to pick up a bean from inside with their fingers in order.

    Watching the people in front take out the beans one by one, each time, the official shouted "red beans" or "mung beans" and asked other people to check. Then he threw the beans into the tin can and poured it out for the next person to check.  .

    "Dad, what's going on?" Fu Renyong asked, holding his father's hand.

    His father knelt down and kissed him hard, and said with a choked voice: "Son, the one who drew the red bean kept doing it, until the only one who drew the red bean in the last round! That means he will be taken over by God!"

    In the first round, three people drew red beans and seven people drew green beans.

    Those who drew green beans were let go. They screamed and jumped into the crowd, hugging their relatives warmly.

    Fu Renyong¡¯s father drew the red bean and entered the second round.

    In the second round, Fu Renyong¡¯s father was unlucky and got the red bean again, but including him, both of them got the red bean.

    In the third round, looking at the tin cans swinging in front of his eyes, his father's hands were trembling, sweat dripping down his head. Then he turned to look at his neighbor Lao Zheng who was also trembling, and asked in a trembling voice: "Old Zheng, I  My son and I depend on each other. If God wants to take me in, my son will be entrusted to you, okay?"

    The extremely nervous Lao Zheng was frightened by the voice next to him. When he understood what the old neighbor in front of him was saying, he immediately shouted: "No problem! Christians don't tell lies: I will accept him as my son and marry my eldest daughter to him."  Him! But if God accepts me, I will ask you to help my eldest son with the farm work at home. The other two boys are still young"

    The two of them entrusted each other with the funeral affairs, and then they started to smoke beans.

    ??Fu Renyong¡¯s father finally got the mung bean. After showing it to the public, he shook his body and knelt at Fu Renyong¡¯s feet, almost paralyzed.

    But it¡¯s still not over. If Lao Zheng is also a mung bean, this life and death lottery will have to come again.

    Keep pumping until you die!

    Lao Zheng was not so lucky, he took out the red beans.

    Seeing the color of the beans in Lao Zheng¡¯s hand, the two old men wailed in unison, collapsed on the ground, twitched at the same time, foamed at the mouth, and passed out at the same time.

    ¡°One was because he survived, the other was because he was about to die, and Fu Renyong next to him didn¡¯t even cry, he was peeing and pooping all over the place.

    Within one day, three people were executed for resisting military service with cruel methods: Tao's father was cut into two pieces, the corps commander was shot, and his neighbor Lao Zheng was hit by eleven and hanged.

    A few days later, Tao Yineng also died due to wound infection.

    From then on, the several corps of this newly established regiment (village) have always been glorious villages to join the army and support the army. Even because there were more places in the army one year, the father, as the corps leader, was obliged to join the army. Both the Fu family and his son all enlisted in the army.  , for the Ming Dynasty, he fought in the north and south, and shed blood on the battlefield.

    But since the day of the eleventh massacre, the Fu family has never eaten beans.  (To be continued)
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