On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, Bailu Town is on a market day, and the people who buy New Year's goods and watch the excitement are unprecedentedly crowded, and the narrow streets of the ancient town can hardly withstand the surging flow of people and are about to burst. The meeting of the old monks of the struggle Sanguanmiao was held for the first time, and the venue was chosen on the theater floor in the center of Bailu Village, and its intention was clear. The old monk who was over sixty years old was tied to the big pillar in the backstage of the theater, and he never expected that he would have such a catastrophe.

The old monk rented dozens of acres of land in Sanguanmiao to farmers in nearby villages, and lived a fairy-like life by collecting rented grain. He made a private rule that men should come to pay rent in the summer and autumn every year, and in the late autumn, when the land was agreed to be rented, women should come and not men. The women who came to hand over the land lease paid the same price, whether they were beautiful or ugly. No matter whether this old is young, old, pretty, or ugly, he will not refuse to pass it, and no one will know this secret, and no one wants to tell it.

The quiet village alleys of Bailu Village were crowded with men and women from various villages, the square under the theater was crowded with people, and there were constant riots in the background, and many people climbed up to the back window on the horse frame to peek at the old monk tied to the big pillar. According to the agenda, the three tenants who rented the land first complained, and then Heiwa, director of the Preparatory Office of the Bailu District Agricultural Association, announced the resolution on the disposal of the old monk: get rid of the old monk and distribute the official land of Sanguanmiao to the tenant farmers. But the struggle was chaotic from the very beginning. Before the first tenant farmer's complaint was finished, the people in the audience shouted and screamed, and stones, tiles, and bricks flew up the theater from the stage and smashed into the old monk standing in front of the stage, and the order was almost uncontrollable. Lu Zhaopeng put his hands into a horn on his mouth, and shouted hoarsely, and his voice was not okay. Heiwa and her brothers didn't know what to do, and this kind of scene was unexpected. The chaotic shouts of the audience gradually unified into a simple and powerful shout: "It's done!" the dog!" The brothers surrounded the black baby and shouted, "Dog day!" Heiwa said to Zhaopeng: "He won't lose his death!" Lu Zhaopeng said: "Guillotine!" Five or six brothers dragged the old monk who had already been hit by a flying stone and was bleeding from the theater, and the crowd followed and flocked to the fork in the road leading to the official road in the south of Bailu Town, where a guillotine knife was carried at the same time. The old monk was already paralyzed as mud, and was shoved under the guillotine by many torn hands. When the guillotine was about to fall, the crowd suddenly dispersed, all afraid of splashing with unlucky blood. There was a click when the guillotine pressed down, and a stream of blood glowed. The crowd rushed forward with a cheer, and the old monk's severed body and head were trampled and kicked in the human nest, and even the guillotine pier was trampled apart.

The prestige of Heiwa, his 36 revolutionary brothers, and the nine peasant cooperatives was greatly shaken, and in a short period of seven or eight days, 40 or 50 villages hung up the signs of the peasant associations with green characters on white ground. Heiwa couldn't help but rejoice no matter what: "The wind and snow are really blowing now." Brother Zhaopeng, the revolution is about to succeed!" Lu Zhaopeng made no secret of his leader-like joy: "Heiwa, now immediately go and besiege the most stubborn feudal fortress!"

The first day of the first lunar month of the Lunar New Year was selected as the day when the headquarters of the Bailuyuan Farmers' Association was established, and the location was once again selected as the theater building of Bailu Village.

On the Chinese New Year's Eve night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Heiwa walked into the gatehouse of Bai Jiaxuan's house. The thirty-six brothers wanted to go with him to cheer, and Heiwa said, "I'll go alone." I wanted to test my guts. "He wore a uniform, which was machine-tied by a Han tailor. Han tailors still make money by sewing clothes with foreign machines. When Heiwa walked into the gatehouse of the Bai family, she kept reminding herself to straighten her waist, and walked into the courtyard between the gatehouse and the wing room, and then walked into the main hall of the upper room: "On behalf of the Preparatory Office of the Agricultural Association, I tell you to hand over the key to the ancestral hall." Bai Jiaxuan was placing the offering fruit in front of the incense-filled sacrificial table, turned around and said, "Yes." Heiwa glanced at Bai Jiaxuan, who was straight, and couldn't help but straighten her waist and stretched out her hand to take the key. Bai Jiaxuan's hand had no intention of reaching under his robe to take out the key: "Not now, get it tomorrow morning." Tomorrow morning, when the clansmen go to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors, I will hand it over to you in front of the whole clan, young and old. Heiwa said, "It's up to you." ”

Before the first day of the Lunar New Year, Heiwa and his thirty-six brothers gathered outside the door of the ancestral hall, and he carried an iron hammer in his hand. Heiwa led the way into the gate of the ancestral hall, and suddenly remembered the scene of kneeling in the courtyard against Mr. Xu's board. Without hesitation, he walked up the steps and smashed it down with another hammer, and the iron lock on the door of the main hall of the ancestral hall fell to the ground. The ground was swept clean, the large square table dedicated to the ancestors was also wiped clean, all kinds of fruits made of fine noodles were offered, the red wax oil condensed on the wax table, and a layer of incense ash fell in the incense burner, indicating that Bai Jiaxuan had just burned incense on the night of the 30th. Heiwa stood in front of the sacrificial table for a long time, looking at the god scroll on the front wall densely written with the ancestors and ancestors, and touched the humiliation of herself and Xiao'e being refused to worship the ancestors. He said: "Brothers, hurry up and get rid of all Bai Jiaxuan's toys and set up our desks." He walked out of the main hall and then came to the courtyard, looked at the stone tablet of "Renyi Bailu Village" planted in the middle of the courtyard, and said, "Smash this." There were two crisp sounds, and the stele broke. Heiwa crossed her waist with one hand and pointed to the stone inscriptions on the walls on both sides of the main hall door and said, "Dig this down and smash it." When Heiwa and his brothers were digging and smashing in the ancestral hall, the clansmen of Bailu Village gathered around the door to watch, but no one dared to go in and stop them. Someone had already quietly told the patriarch Bai Jiaxuan about the movement here, and he actually said calmly: "Oh! Lest I hand over the keys now. ”

Dozens of villages that had established peasant associations flocked to Bailu Village from all directions beating gongs and drums, and men, women, and children from villages that had not established peasant cooperatives also rushed to Bailu Village as if watching a big show. "Today's bowler." The official road leading to Bailu Village is full of people. The lace dragon flags were all torn off the dragon pattern, and the logo of the peasant association of a certain village was temporarily cut and pasted with green paper or green cloth, flying in front of the theater in Bailu Village. More than a dozen gong and drum teams set up the opening stage to knock on each other, and the pigeons were shocked to drill into the blue sky and did not dare to spin, and Bailu Village was shaken. Heiwa stood in the theater and announced loudly: "The headquarters of the Bailuyuan Farmers' Association has been established. All power shall be vested in the peasant associations from this day forward!" Amid the sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers, a sign with red silk on a white ground and green characters was held by two brothers, who walked down the ladder from the theater and hung it through the crowd to the gate of the ancestral hall. The black powder hammer, which had the most powerful shocking power, emitted a dull roar of sixty consecutive sounds, which was the symbol of the sixty-one villages where peasant associations had been established.

The bowl guest and the guillotine were dragged from the backstage of the theater to the front at the same time. The guillotine is placed in the left corner of the table. The bowl guest was tied up by the five flowers and held in the right corner of the table. The bowl guest still jumped up and down from the four hands that twisted his arms, jumping up and down, scolding and screaming, and the roar of the audience was higher and higher.

The bowl guest is a native of Nanshangen Nail Goukou Village, surnamed Pang, milk name Qi Tawa, official name Kegong, and the third in line. Nicknamed Leng San Mao, the most common name is Bowl Ke. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he drove a donkey to Yaozhou to pack bowls, and then drove the donkey to carry bowls to sell in various villages in Bailuyuan. He made a fortune selling bowls, changed donkeys to horse-drawn carriages, and opened a porcelain branch in Bailu Town, with the head office in the hot spring town of Nanshangen, his old nest. He had become a tyrant in the area of Nanyuan and Nanshangen, and the five brothers were called the Five Tigers. Among his many bad deeds, the most angry of the people was the ravaging of women, and all newly married daughters-in-law had to invite him to open the buds on the first night. His insatiable beast-like lust for women has been revealed since he was a child, exchanging two large porcelain bowls for the bodies of women who love to take advantage. In several villages, there was a case where the bowler pretended to collect money and walked into the courtyard of a good old friend, and the villagers were very relieved to snatch the large and small bowls from the donkey's porterage, and once someone took away the donkey tied to the elm tree at the door. The bowl guest became rich and indulged even more, often looking for death and life for those newlyweds who had no experience in sexual life at all...... The bowl guest is now tied up on the stage without shame and fear, and he can't stop scolding: "I have slept with countless mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, and I killed Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu is worth it!" Twenty years later, she is still a Tava, and she still sells bowls and sleeps with your mother-in-law......" Before Heiwa finished announcing the crime of the bowler, several angry men jumped up to the theater and kicked the bowler off the corner, and the bricks and stones smashed the bowler into a pile of meat......