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Everyone looked for prestige, only to see that the women who were trembling with flowers and branches were escorted by the cavalry and dispersed, stood on both sides of the procession, took out the musical instruments that the cavalry sent by Hou Guoxing helped them, and began to play.

After the low, bleak music sounded, the crowd of marchers, who were still boiling just now, slowly became silent, and slowly lined up along the procession, along both sides of the official road, towards the direction of Dengwen Drum.

In the early morning of October, the sky was gray, overcast and cold. The official roads on both sides of Chang'an Avenue were crowded with men, women, and children marching. The road is so long, and there are so many people, that you can't see the end in sight in the east, and you can't see the end in sight in the west.

Suddenly, at the entrance of the official road outside Chang'an Right Street, the vocal music became high-pitched and sad.

The crowd on both sides followed the sound, and saw the tenants of the Hou family using a few broken wooden sticks to the spirit bed that had just been tied, carrying the old Zhang Tou, who was covered in blood and had been out of breath for a long time, and slowly walked into the crowd along the official road.

"There are elders, the Zhang family and my father ......"

As the old Zhang Tou spirit bed entered, the vocal music began to slowly become low, and a good-looking smiling woman was wearing a white sand gauze dress on the side. followed the spirit bed, and began to slowly narrate the life of the old Zhang Tou who was covered in blood on the spirit bed.

This smiling woman, who learns these sultry things on weekdays, is in that low at this time. Under the background of the bleak vocal music, the sad appearance of pear blossoms with rain makes people feel pity.

"Woohoo, looking at the appearance of the father, not the appearance of the unblessed and short-lived, the heart of the father, and not the cruel and tricky person, worthy of the heaven and earth, the neighbors, the bottom worthy of the chickens, dogs, pigs and sheep, how can a good person not live, let the traitor be harmed, in vain call the sky. What can I do.......

As the woman in white whined and lamented, the atrocities of the scholars beating the peasants and tearing down the houses began to show. Accompanied by the sad music, accompanied by the desolate cry of the daughter-in-law and the two grandsons of the old Zhang family, the old Zhang Tou on the spiritual bed slowly walked towards the Dengwen drum.

The crowd of marchers quietly looked at the slowly walking spiritual bed, listening to the sad vocal music and the desolate cries of the two children of the Zhang family.

On the edge of the official road, a hunchbacked old man in ragged clothes, holding on to a acacia tree, looked at the spiritual bed slowly walking, stretched out his hand, opened his mouth, and was ready to call out to this old brother who had worked together before.

A man in the prime of life, holding a little girl, and the daughter-in-law on the side led his six or seven-year-old son, standing quietly on the official road, leaning over, looking at the old Zhang Tou who had been lost for a long time on the spiritual bed, and his whole body had no good place to beat, and slowly left tears.

The sky began to slowly brighten, and as the old Zhang Tou Ling's bed slowly walked by. The voice of the chanting woman grew more and more sad and angry. In the midst of the mourning, the people who marched were in a sad mood, and their eyes moved with the mourning bed.

As if someone was silently directing, farmers, hawkers, craftsmen, and musicians, who did not know Lao Zhangtou in ordinary times, all stood up straight, looked at the spiritual bed, and slowly began to cry.

"Oh my God! Open your eyes and see! The hunchbacked old man suddenly knelt on the ground and cried!

"O old brother! Why did you go! The old man wept and crawled to the bed, and took off his tattered coat to cover his old brother, who was covered in blood.

As the white-haired hunchbacked old man knelt on the ground and cried, the endless procession actually knelt down one after another, and the cries and shouts began to rise and fall.

"Blood debt and blood payment! Blood debt and blood repayment! ”

The spiritual bed moved forward slowly, walking slowly amid the sound of the earth-shattering weeping of blood debts and blood payments.

This honest old Zhang Tou, who is honest on weekdays, is ready to buy his granddaughter in order to keep his land, but he never thought that one day, his death would cause such a big wave.

Sadness is contagious, and the forbidden soldiers on the side looked at the crowd kneeling on the ground and crying loudly, and many people actually knelt down and began to cry bitterly.

The generals on the side, looking at the men kneeling on the ground, shook their heads and sighed, but they did not stop them. They understand that among those kneeling crowds there may be the parents of these men. They kneel, they cry, perhaps weeping over their fate. Cry about this hierarchical world.

Sadness is contagious, Hou Guoxing looked at the crying people at the end, looked at the slowly coming spiritual bed, trembling hands holding the mallet, and the tears in the corners of his eyes slowly ran down the faint scar.

The spiritual bed slowly came to the side of the Dengwen drum, and the son of the old Zhang Tou took the mallet in Hou Guoxing's hand and slowly walked to the platform where the Dengwen drum was placed.

His whole body trembled violently, and under the attention of hundreds of thousands of people, he turned his head to look at Hou Guoxing behind him. looked at Hou Guoxing, who was frowning, and slowly turned around, and raised the mallet in his hand with his trembling hands.

"Ahh The son of the old Zhang Tou shouted sadly, waved the mallet in his hand, and struck it violently.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

The piercing drum beat penetrated the imperial city in the early morning and the Jingshi in the early morning!

The Dengwen drum, which had been silent for a hundred years in the Ming Dynasty, sounded his shout!