Tian Fuxian sat in the middle of the theater building, and on the guest seats on both sides sat the eight township covenants of the nine security offices, as well as He Yaozu and other squires from Hejiafang. There was one on each of the two corners of the stage, a row of seven or eight people standing under the stage, all with guns, and another seven or eight people with guns on their shoulders distributed in the square under the stage, directing the men and women who gathered to stand in a certain position in order. Tian Fuxian began to speak: "Folks, my brothers are coming back to their original places without dying!" The square where thousands of heads were crowded and shouted suddenly fell silent. Tian Fuxian did not lose his gentlemanly demeanor and spoke for a short time before retreating, followed by Jin Shushou. He couldn't control his shouting before he could stand firm at the front desk of the theater: "Mr. Tian, I'm not a human, I'm a grazing beast, and a dog that eats!" I'm kicking and biting because I'm afraid of Heiwa's guillotine. Township party, I bet on the sun today, and I said that Mr. Tian's words about increasing land acquisition and Ding Yin are all false......" There was a burst of discussion in the audience. Then someone jumped on the table, took the silver dollars out of his pockets, stacked them neatly, and then went to the table and said, "This is the silver dollar distributed to our village." The people of my village asked me to return the contract to Mr. Tian. Then two or three more people jumped on the stage and handed over the silver dollars. In addition, two or three people jumped on the stage and said, "My village has not been handed over yet, and it will be handed over again when it is completed." Tian Fuxian walked to the stage and stopped the people who continued to jump on the stage with gestures, and then named the people who had returned the silver dollars one by one to the stage and said: "Everyone take away the silver dollars they have paid and distribute them to the villagers." None of them took the silver dollar, but they all clamored with one voice, saying that such evil money must not be taken. Tian Fuxian was on fire: "The National Revolution is not about making money!" If you don't take the silver dollars away, I'll cut off your hands!" Moved, the men walked over to the square table and put the silver dollars back into their pockets. Tian Fuxian watched them jump off the theater, suddenly turned around and shouted "folks" and exchanged tears: "I, Tian, don't love money all my life." Heiwa snatched my money and distributed it to the folks, and if it is divided, it will be divided, I don't want it. As long as everyone understands my heart. The audience became silent again. Jin Shushou, who was standing on the side, began to slap himself, opened his bow left and right, and the sound of his palm slapping his cheek came from the theater to the audience. Tian Fuxian scoffed at Jin Shushou's actions: "Your fault is not on your face, but on your mouth." Tian Fuxian said to step aside, and two troupe members came to the backstage, tied the golden book hand three times and divided five by two, tied it to the bright pillar in front of the theater, and pumped it up with the sole of his shoe against the pitiful mouth. Jin Shushou howled a few times and then stopped screaming. There was a commotion on the right side of the audience, as the plasma splattered from the soles of the shoes and mouths flew into the faces and bodies of the people in the audience, and someone picked up a broken front tooth that had splashed on the ground.

Then the ten regiments escorted ten people who were tied up by the five flowers out of the backstage, and slipped to the front of the stage in a row. Tian Fuxian introduced to the audience unhurriedly like counting walnut dates: "This is Zhang Zhi'an, deputy director of the Shenhe Village Agricultural Association, nicknamed Niu Hooer, he ran to Sanyuan but did not escape. This is Li Minsheng from Nanzhai Village, but he is a good man, he didn't run or hide. Lu Zhaopeng and Heiwa's eyes and legs were almost running away, leaving his revolutionary ten brothers and thirty-six brothers to the next ......generation," Tian Fuxian paused for half a moment when he pointed to the last person: "I don't need to introduce this one, everyone knows each other." He is the oldest in this row of dead skin Rava standing on the stage, and he has always been crazy in front of this coffin!" A group of men and women walked on the brick steps of the theater building under the stage, including the wife of an old man and the daughter-in-law of a young man, who knelt down on the stage and suddenly knelt down, kowtowed and cried: "Mr. Tian has spared my uncompetitive thing!" Mr. Tian asked you to be a dog that bit you!" Tian Fuxian smiled lightly and said, "You all get up quickly!" What you say is in vain. It's up to the people themselves. The men and women who begged for mercy suddenly pounced on their sons or husbands, reprimanding, scolding, pushing and pushing them to speak, and the stage and the audience suddenly became chaotic. Two people fell to their knees. Two more knelt down. Tian Fuxian said: "Ha, your voice is too small for anyone in the audience to hear." Get the four of them to a high place so everyone can hear what they're saying!"

The villagers now understand the purpose of a row of wooden poles that have been temporarily planted at the bottom of the theater. The four men were escorted to stand under the wooden pole by the group, and then a leather rope was hung from the top of the pole, tied to their wrists behind their shoulders, and with a "rise", the four people were hung on the top of the pole. From the moment their feet were lifted off the ground until they rose to the top of the pole, the terrible cries of the four thick and thin mothers, fathers, grandfathers, and mothers, made the audience feel that they were also lighter and lose their weight and float into space. Tian Fuxian stood at the entrance of the stage and said to the four people in the air: "If you have something to say now, just say it!" The four men begged for mercy. Tian Fuxian pressed down his arm, the group members loosened the leather rope, and the four people returned to the ground from the top of the pole. Three of the other six knelt down when they saw it. Tian Fuxian stood at the entrance of the stage and looked at the three beggars kneeling at his feet and said, "My broken baby wants to eat spicy seeds." I said spicy spicy and you don't dare to eat it. The broken baby insists on eating, the more you say you don't dare to eat it, the more he wants to eat it. I couldn't coax him, so I stuffed a tower of spicy food in his mouth. He...... Don't eat spicy anymore. You can't just kneel, you have to go to the pole, you have to know the spicy spicy. You don't know that spicy is spicy, and if there is a storm in the future, the old disease will recur. "These six men were pushed under the pole according to the law, and they were hung up and lowered by the rope according to the law...... Tian Fuxian said: "Three of the ten dead dogs Lai Wa did not speak. These three people are heroes! Boss He, you are an old guy, you love to be in the limelight and fall in love with the high platform, today you will go to the top of the pole, do you feel alive? The broken baby doesn't know how spicy it is, don't you know this coffin?" Boss He scolded on the top of the high pole: "Tian Fuxian, I didn't treat your baby as anything!" Not even what is in my crotch!" Boss He spat from the air to the entrance of the stage, and people saw a bright red fountain sprinkled towards Tian Fuxian. Tian Fuxian angrily lifted the placket of his shirt and wiped the blood foam on his face. There was another commotion in front of the audience, and the villagers saw a blood-red meat tower bouncing three times at the front of the stage, which was the half of Boss He's tongue that bit off and spit out. Tian Fuxian stepped on it with his foot, turned his thigh fiercely and rubbed it with his foot a few times. Boss He's mouth had become a fountain of blood, and the bright red blood flowed through his chin and poured into his neck, and the white cloth shirt on his chest and the thin hemp rope tied to his chest were dyed red; The blood flow was colorless through the black pants, as if it had reappeared on the ankle of ** after passing through a dark passage, and the plasma dripping from the toes gathered into a pool of blood on the dry and dusty ground. Tian Fuxian regained his gentlemanly demeanor: "Wow, I just like a tough guy." Kick him!" As soon as the group pulling the rope let go, Boss He jumped from the air to the ground, and his two thick feet kicked and rubbed on the dry ground. The sound of the wooden wheel creaking and rolling sounded in the air again, and Boss He's body that was limp on the ground was hung up again, and his arms tied to his back had been straightened, which was a sign that all the joints were broken. A large group of men and women had already squatted down in the audience, staring at their feet and not daring to raise their heads to look at the body of Boss He in the air that was red with plasma. Boss He was kicked three times in a row, like a slaughtered cow without anger or groaning. At this moment, the other five living peasant cooperatives hanging in the air beged for mercy in unison, and their parents, brothers, wives and daughters knelt under each boom. Tian Fuxian waved his hand, and the five people were slowly lowered back to the ground. "The nine of you know that spicy is spicy this time?" Tian Fuxian said in a tone of teaching his family's broken cub baby, and looked at the corpse of Boss He who was paralyzed under his feet and sighed, "The hardest man in Bailuyuan can't get hard!"

In the ancestral hall behind the theater, Bai Jiaxuan was in the courtyard to identify the location of the stone monument of "Renyi Bailu Village" that had been planted before. The bluestone tablet carved by the inscription of the Zishui County Commander was smashed into three pieces by Heiwa and his 36 brothers from the Agricultural Association, and thrown on the low-lying road outside the door as a stepping stone for people to step on when the road was flooded when it rained. Bai Jiaxuan asked his son Xiaowen to come forward, invited a few craftsmen who were good at masonry skills in the two surnames of Bailu, and a few enthusiastic middle-aged people consciously came to help, picked up the smashed stele, washed away the mud and dirt with water, and pieced together a complete stele. Some zealous clansmen suggested, "You should ask a stonemason to carve a new one." The cost is donated by the clan. Bai Jiaxuan said: "It's going to be broken." After repeated identification, the location of the original monument was finally determined. Bai Jiaxuan personally pressed the long ruler of the wooden nails, watched the craftsman carefully scatter the gray line, and said to Xiaowen: "The size is not allowed to be an inch. ”

Hyowen led the craftsmen to start building the base of the stele. The three stone tablets that were broken into different sizes could not be planted, so Xiaowen and the craftsmen planned a protective plan, using blue bricks and white ash to build a stele hall and inlay the broken stone tablets. Bai Jiaxuan reviewed and approved this good design, and added that the blue bricks of the stele hall should be polished into fine work.

When the Bai family's fathers and sons and craftsmen carefully implemented this sacred project, there were bursts of roars from the theater downstairs in front of the ancestral hall, mixed with desperate cries. The craftsmen were stimulated by the sounds and wanted to go and see what was going on, and even Hyowen couldn't stay still. Bai Jiaxuan instead went to close the door of the ancestral hall, stood in the courtyard of the ancestral hall and said loudly: "The theater in Bailu Village has become a pot helmet now!" The craftsmen all stared, unable to guess what was going on with the patriarch's comparison of the theater to the pan helmet of the pot, and Xiaowen couldn't figure out the connection between the pan of the pot helmet and the theater. Bai Jiaxuan didn't give any explanation, turned around and went about his own business. When Tian Fuxian walked into the ancestral hall and said, "Jiaxuan, your theater has been used, and it will be returned to Zhao!" His tone was light and funny, not as if he had just directed a bloody massacre of revenge, but as if he had really enjoyed a funny monkey show. Bai Jiaxuan said in a detached tone: "My theater has really become a tweezer!"

The restoration of the inscription of the Township Covenant was troublesome from the beginning. When Heiwa and his revolutionary brothers dug down from the walls on both sides of the main hall, the slabs could not withstand the hammering and became shattered, and then they were dumped on the rubble outside the ancestral hall wall like garbage. Bai Jiaxuan originally planned to order a piece of stone from the mountain and ask a stonemason to polish and re-engrave it, but he went to consult his brother-in-law Mr. Zhu's intention to see if he needed to retouch and improve the provisions of the township covenant, especially for the agricultural cooperative chaos that had just occurred, at least one or two precautions should be added. "Lixiang is not about opening a grocery store!" Mr. Zhu said angrily, "I'm not a wild doctor who sells dog skin plasters!" Bai Jiaxuan hadn't seen his brother-in-law lose his temper yet, and a little anger had caught him at a loss. Mr. Zhu quickly relieved himself and sincerely praised him for rebuilding the inscription of the Township Covenant: "Brother, this is the cure for the root cause." Bai Jiaxuan said: "Heiwa smashed the inscription into slag, and I am going to re-engrave it with stone." Mr. Zhu shook his head and said, "Don't." You put the smashed slabs together and put them on the wall. ”

Bai Jiaxuan and those enthusiastic clansmen picked out the fragments of the inscription from the overgrown rubble, sifted through the dirt in the rubble one by one with a coarse-eyed sieve, and collected as many fragments of the stele as small as a finger, and then began to splice them on the square table, and then let the more than ten gaps that could not be made up for be chiseled into uneven plates by the stonemasons, and then sent them to Bailu Academy to ask Mr. Xu to fill in the incomplete text of the township covenant. After Mr. Xu closed down the Bailu Village School, he was invited by Mr. Zhu to do the compilation of county chronicles. While writing on the strange-shaped stones with a brush, he sighed: "Can the human heart still be fully embellished?"

The ancestral hall of Bailu Village has been completely restored according to the original pattern, a slogan left in the ancestral hall by the agricultural cooperatives has been completely removed, and the square bricks on the floor in the main hall have also been washed with water, and the dirty footprints that have blasphemed the ancestors have also been washed away. The genealogy of the two surnames of Bailu was redrawn, and it was filled in with the memory of the descendants of each clan, and the vacancies in individual positions caused by the inability to remember had to be so. Bai Jiaxuan convened a gathering of the clansmen, and only set off firecrackers to summon the spirits of the ancestors and ancestors who had fled in the fire of the agricultural cooperatives to return to rest, without acting to celebrate, and not even the gongs and drums were moved. The clansmen surnamed Bailu swarmed into the gate of the ancestral hall, and the first thing that caught their eyes was the broken stele, and they all sighed loudly, and the sigh showed a great realization after waking up from a dream, Bai Jiaxuan now understood the deep meaning of his brother-in-law Mr. Zhu to prevent him from re-carving with a new slate. He stood beside the large square table where the gods were worshipped, his waist as straight as a rafter, his navy blue robe stretched from his neck to his feet, and he stood almost motionless. The entire memorial service is carried out by Hyowen. In Bai Jiaxuan's opinion, it was Lu Zhaopeng, Lu Heiwa and others who made trouble, and they were the generation below him, and he should also let Xiaowen come forward and it was not worth running forward himself. Today's gong to gather the clansmen was sounded by Hyowen in the village.