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The autumn nights in Henan are very cool, but Ma Qingchang's face is as cold as winter when he walks home. The Luoyang water banquet is a traditional Chinese banquet, that is, it is not cheap. After spending so much money, You Yong, the director of the Luoyang Taxation Bureau, got up and said goodbye after serving eight cold dishes. Wang Quanle, the prefect of Luoyang, who was the nominal convener, also got up angrily and brushed his sleeves away. The remaining officials who sat with them all sneered, but they still left after eating a full set of water mats.

If these people also left with the prefect Wang Quanle, Ma Qingchang probably wouldn't be so annoyed. It's like putting the cart before the horse. What's more, those guys won't remember Ma Qingchang's benefits because of this meal. They are just sitting together, and the protagonist is not them.

When he entered the house, several people immediately greeted him and hugged Ma Qingchang into the main house. Seeing that several people were tentatively trying to ask, Ma Qingchang said angrily: "Let you go back and tell the people in the village, have you gone?" ”

The faces of several people immediately became nervous, and one of them was in his forties and asked hesitantly: "Daddy Ma, didn't you say that you can end the matter!" ”

Ma Qingchang was immediately furious. He'd said something like that before, but it was obviously impossible. When Ma Qingchang asked Wang Quanle, the prefect of Luoyang, to come out to mediate, Wang Quanle made it clear that there was no need to think about calming things down, and the guy who beat people must be handed over for punishment.

The big words he said were exposed, and Ma Qingchang said angrily: "You beat someone, do you still want to do this?" ”

When several characters from the village heard that Ma Qingchang had reversed course, they were first surprised, and the old man in his forties returned to normal first. He tried to put away his dissatisfied expression and continued: "Daddy Ma, we have asked, and no one has admitted that he has beaten someone. ”

"You didn't beat anyone, did those people from the tax bureau beat themselves up?" Ma Qingchang's voice had become gloomy.

A thirty-year-old middle-aged man heard Ma Qingchang's tone not good, and said dissatisfiedly: "The Han people have always been treacherous and cunning, and they must have made up nonsense in order to frame us. ”

Hearing this, Ma Qingchang was full of murderous anger in his heart. If he had a knife in his hand, he would have wanted to stab the thing to death. But Ma Qingchang didn't have a knife in his hand, and after a moment of anger, Ma Qingchang also felt that he was a little too much. The Great Zhuangzi, which consisted of several villages of the True God Cult, had not paid taxes for many years, but their grain had been sold. The one who mastered selling grain was Ma Qingchang.

The officials of the Great Song Dynasty had two sources, one was the literati who did not surrender after the surrender of General Lin'an, and they followed Zhao Jiaren to continue the fight against the Mongols. The other part is the students, soldiers and other cadres trained by Zhao Jiaren himself. Ma Qingchang is not one of the two types of people. After the Great Song Dynasty recovered the Luoyang area, Ma Qingchang helped the Great Song Dynasty contact the local figures in Luoyang as a local, and gradually mixed up with the current position.

An alternative figure in officialdom wants to gain a foothold in officialdom, and the money from selling grain in Zhuangzi plays a great role.

Trying to suppress the anger in his heart, Ma Qingchang sighed: "Do you know that the official family of the Great Song Dynasty has set up a tax police?" The last time I went to the village, it was only the people from the tax office, and they didn't have guns in their hands. Now the Han tax police are ready to go to Zhuangzi, and they all have muskets in their hands. Can we be better than the Mongols? How did the horses in our Zhuangzi come about, have you forgotten? ”

Hearing Ma Qingchang's words, the old man in his forties was shocked, and he hurriedly asked, "Father Ma, the officers and soldiers want to use muskets against us?" ”

More than ten years ago, the Northern Expedition of the Great Song Dynasty. The Battle of the Yellow River broke out between the Song and Yuan dynasties, and the Mongol cavalry fought fiercely with the Song army in the Luoyang Basin after seeing the Great Song Dynasty conquer the city. The Song army relied on the large-scale construction of military stations, and simply used infantry to surround thousands of Mongol cavalry on two legs. The desperate Mongol cavalry launched an assault on the Song army, only to be annihilated by the Song army in one fell swoop.

There was a group of Mongol troops who escaped into the net and fled into the village where Ma Qingchang was, and in the Dayuan system, as long as they were 'Huihui', they were considered second-class people. The Han people in the north are a third-class people. These exhausted and frightened first-class Mongols did not dare to slaughter the village at this time, so they could only ask Ma Qingchang to hide the Mongols.

After discussing with the village elders, Ma Qingchang agreed at this time. When the Mongolian cavalry hid in the cellar, Ma Qingchang led people to seal the cellar. When the Song army pursued to the village, Ma Qingchang led the Song army to dig up the cellar and dragged out the Mongols who had died of suffocation inside.

This forty-year-old man was still a middle-aged man who was almost thirty years old at the time, and more than ten years later, he can still remember the tragic death of Mongolia. If it weren't for the fear of the muskets of the Great Song Dynasty officials, how could these Mongols be so easily tricked into the cellar. It is said that the Mongols of Da Yuan and others had their own pride, and even if they died, they would die on horseback.

The Mongols, who left their horses, wanted to hide in the cellar to escape the search of the Great Song Dynasty officials, but died humbly in the cellar. Their horses were all owned by the villagers. Ma Qingchang mentioned this past, and he was able to convince the villagers by helping everyone make a windfall.

The old people still have memories of those years, when middle-aged people in their thirties and young people in their twenties did not have their turn to drag corpses out of the cellar. So the thirty-year-old middle-aged man said angrily: "What are you afraid of, we have also had some muskets over the years." ”

Without Ma Qingchang opening his mouth, the old man immediately turned around and shouted angrily at the middle-aged man: "You know a fart!" The number of officers and soldiers is much larger than that of our village. Can you beat that many people? ”

The middle-aged man muttered unconvinced: "There are not many soldiers in the entire Luoyang Mansion......"

For such a bastard, Ma Qingchang is too lazy to talk nonsense. This guy at least knows how to observe the troops in Luoyang City, and he knows much more than the guys in the village who dare to beat the tax police.

The old man reprimanded the middle-aged man loudly, and then turned his head and asked Ma Qingchang with a smile, "Father Ma, can we not hand over someone." You and the Han officials are good friends, so it's better to invite them to dinner and say more good things. ”

When the Mongols ruled north of the Yellow River, the term 'Han Chinese' was not a good word. At that time, the Great Yuan was divided into three classes, and the Han people were the lowest class of three people. The first class killed the Han people, and if the Han people provoked first, they would be killed. If the first-class people are unreasonable, they will only lose some money and bury money, and then pay a donkey.

Moreover, if the third-class people were killed, if it were not for the rich and noble family, who would be able to go to sue the official.

Thinking of the past, Ma Qingchang couldn't help but say: "You are not allowed to use the word 'Han' in the future." ”

The old man didn't speak, but the middle-aged man spoke, "Daddy Ma, we are all second-class returnees who believe in the True God Sect." Why can't you say Han Chinese? When you take people to chant, you always tell us that we are all the people of the true God, brothers and sisters. Why do you want us to change our words at this time! ”

Faced with the words of rebellion, Ma Qingchang asked coldly: "Since you still remember that I am a chanter, do you dare not listen to me?" ”

The old man saw that Ma Qingchang was really angry, and hurriedly wanted to calm the conflict between the two sides. Without waiting for him to work hard, the thirty-year-old middle-aged True God Sect believer had already scolded Ma Qingchang, "Father Ma, so many people are here. Everyone can attest to me that I'm not talking nonsense. You said that we are all the people of the true God, that the world was created by the true God, and that all the land and wealth were created for us by the true God. We must unite under the banner of the true God and take back from those people the world and the wealth that the true God has created. Am I wrong? ”

This is what Ma Qingchang has said many times. In fact, most of Ma Qingchang's opening remarks as a reciter are similar to these words. Especially before the Han people in several Han villages were driven away, Ma Qingchang worked hard to promote such a statement.

It's just that the old man is an old man after all, and he has eaten more than ten years more than the middle-aged man. Of course, he himself believed in the true God, but he had also seen the strength and ruthlessness of the Great Song army. More than ten years ago, after the Song army inspected the corpses of the Mongols, they cut off the heads of the Mongols and asked the villagers to bury dozens of headless corpses. The old man could still vividly recall the horrific appearance of dozens of headless corpses piled together.

Ma Qingchang had long forgotten what happened at that time, and he had mixed feelings in his heart at this time, a large part of which was regret. I put too much emphasis on the true God at that time, which was too wrong. He should have emphasized more tactfully that the reciter, as the transmitter of the truth of the true God, should be unconditionally obeyed by the ordinary people. If you can do this before each opening, you can easily make the middle-aged people who are trying to rebel and seize power lose their interpretation and borrowing of the meaning of the scriptures.

However, the middle-aged man's offensive of attacking the shield of the son with the spear of the son did not end, he continued: "Father Ma, back then, we were a second-class person, and the Han people were a third-class person. The return of our true God is more precious than theirs. You also said that as long as you believe in the true God, you will no longer be a Han Chinese. Now that you can't talk about the Han people, do you want to hand over our brothers and make the Han people happy? ”

Such a statement hit Ma Qingchang's careful thinking and made Ma Qingchang's face even more ugly. He did think so, if he wanted to avoid the tax police from sweeping Zhuangzi, he had to give them an explanation. With such an explanation, someone must come out to resist the pot. If the people in the Zhuangzi are unwilling to take responsibility for their actions, then they can only forcibly arrest some people.

The middle-aged True God cultist always stared at Ma Qingchang's expression, and when he saw the change in his expression, he immediately followed up and criticized, "We are all the people of the True God, these Han people occupy the land of the True God, and what we have to do is to take these lands back." It's just that we drove away some Han people, what's wrong with us? Daddy Ma, you took so much money from everyone, everyone doesn't have much money, if you want everyone to come out of the top tank, you can't say anything. ”

Ma Qingchang's heart was full of killing intent at this time. He wondered in his heart whether to simply arrest all these people in front of him and hand them over to the government. Let the government clean them up. But if you think about it, you can see a loophole. The current killing of people in the Great Song Dynasty is not like the Mongols who dragged them out to kill them at that time, and then took their heads to the top tank.

The Great Song Dynasty killed the Mongols cleanly, but it was not so simple to deal with things internally. They have established a complex public procuratorate and law, and all murders must go through interrogation and other processes. As for these people in front of them, once they are caught, God knows what they will say. Ma Qingchang himself has a deep connection with these people. I can't wash it out.

Thinking of this, Ma Qingchang tried his best to keep his voice soft, "I know what you are worried about, but I can't trust the Han people." I'm worried that the Han people will bully us......"

"It's not that we're worried, we are already living in the land given to us by the true God, why should those Han people take care of us!" The middle-aged man immediately retorted.

The anger in Ma Qingchang's heart, which he had managed to control a little, suddenly burned again. He exclaimed, "In that case, you have heard of the teachings of the true God." In a land that is not a true God country, he allows the followers of the True God to pretend to obey local customs? Well! Do you think that the wisdom of the true God is like you, and you do not know life or death? In order to enable believers to live well, the true God is not like you who let believers touch their eggs against stones! ”

As soon as the middle-aged believer heard this, he immediately refuted it. The old man stepped forward angrily and gave the middle-aged man a mouthful. At first, he still felt that the middle-aged man was worried that Ma Qingchang would not help Zhuangzili speak, but at this time he had already determined that the middle-aged man wanted to take the leadership of Zhuangzili from Ma Qingchang.

The middle-aged man who couldn't dodge was slapped in the mouth, and immediately showed an angry expression. The old man scolded angrily: "When did you kill a thousand knives, and you still have to make trouble!" If you make any more trouble, I'll kill you! ”

was scolded by the elders like this, and the middle-aged man's face first turned red, and soon turned white again. He looked at the people around him with a pleading look, but saw that several of them either turned their faces away or lowered their eyes. Unable to find supporters, the middle-aged man's eyes turned red, and he stopped talking, turning his head and leaving.

"Where are you going?" The old man shouted at the middle-aged man's back.

Seeing that the middle-aged man continued to walk out without looking back, he looked at Ma Qingchang, and then chased him out.

Ma Qingchang also wants to chase it out, and after chasing it out, he can find an opportunity to kill this person who wants to snatch it

As soon as the middle-aged believer heard this, he immediately refuted it. The old man stepped forward angrily and gave the middle-aged man a mouthful. At first, he still felt that the middle-aged man was worried that Ma Qingchang would not help Zhuangzili speak, but at this time he had already determined that the middle-aged man wanted to take the leadership of Zhuangzili from Ma Qingchang.

The middle-aged man who couldn't dodge was slapped in the mouth, and immediately showed an angry expression. The old man scolded angrily: "When did you kill a thousand knives, and you still have to make trouble!" If you make any more trouble, I'll kill you! ”

was scolded by the elders like this, and the middle-aged man's face first turned red, and soon turned white again. He looked at the people around him with a pleading look, but saw that several of them either turned their faces away or lowered their eyes. Unable to find supporters, the middle-aged man's eyes turned red, and he stopped talking, turning his head and leaving.