Chapter 592: Blood Splattered Guangeng Pavilion, It's Too Brutal
At this time, there are five foreigners, hooking their shoulders and backs to watch the excitement.
The guy muttered in a low voice: "Since the opening of the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, we have often seen foreign devils in Suzhou." Foreigners are vulgar and do not understand the etiquette law, and a few years ago, there were American sailors who made trouble after drinking, and the people dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. β
Zhao Chuanxin never listened to broken thoughts, settled the account and left.
He followed the Spring Festival team all the way forward.
Scratch your scalp and ask Benjamin Goldberg, "Do you feel an itchy scalp?" β
Benjamin Goldberg nodded, "Yes, Master, I feel like something is crawling on my scalp." Also, there are bed bugs on the bed, biting. β
Zhao Yixian said: "The two of you must have lice and fleas on your body. β
The more he talked about Zhao Chuanxin, the more uncomfortable he felt.
He made up his mind, and when he was done with the excitement, he went back to take a good shower.
In fact, in the next era, the national system will be replaced, the customs will change, and the people will be exhausted, and the prosperity will no longer be seen, and it is difficult to see the prosperity of the past.
In the end, in the next era, especially after Sun Gongwu's death, the scuffle began, the people were not happy, and even if the warlord lost playing mahjong or spent it on his aunt's wife, the money would not be put on such a trivial matter.
In the front of the line is a papier-mΓ’chΓ© spring cow, and in the back are actors playing 360 lines, although unprofessional, but really lively.
Zhao Chuanxin likes this atmosphere.
The people followed closely behind, lively and extraordinary, straight into the Loumen, first the spring ox sacrifice on the altar of the first farmer, some people recited the prayer of praying for a good harvest of grains.
There are also many prodigal children, who do not look at the spring cow, but wander around the lively crowd with their eyebrows and rat eyes, or pay attention to the beautiful posture of the beads under the crystal curtains of the flower buildings on both sides.
It was crowded with people, lively and lively, and suddenly there was an uproar.
Many people pointed at the spring cow.
Zhao Chuanxin looked over and saw the five foreigners, one of whom took off his newsboy hat and put it on the head of the spring cow, and one of them held a camera and took pictures with a smile. The rest of the people stand next to the spring cow and assume various poses.
Here, the officials of one government and three counties are present.
An official stepped forward to dissuade him with a cowering expression: "The spring festival, don't blaspheme, please move a few people to play elsewhere." β
A few foreigners, some of whom knew some Chinese, stared: "What's wrong with taking pictures?" and will not delay you. β
The official resigned with a sneer.
The people pointed fingers and blamed from afar: "It's really not like words......"
"Foreigners are vulgar ......"
"Doesn't the prefect of He care?"
He Gangde, whose name is Xiao Ya, has been the prefect of Suzhou since the 26th year of Guangxu.
His greatest contribution to Suzhou was the formation of a patrol team in Suzhou.
He Gangde also saw the foreigners who made trouble, and when he saw those foreigners being unruly, although he didn't like it, he didn't dare to do anything.
There are naturally patrols nearby, but patrols dare not care.
So the tens of thousands of people on the field, regardless of the officials and the people, could only watch the foreigners arrogant.
At first, everyone was just a little angry, but they could live with it.
After a while, the foreigner who took off his hat and hung it on Chun Niu's head actually tore off a piece of colored paper on Chun Niu's body and put it on his face to make a fool of himself, allowing his companions to take pictures.
At this moment, the people were completely angry.
An old pedantic beard beside Zhao Chuanxin shook wildly, and stomped his feet on the spot: "How can this be reasonable, how can this be reasonable......
"How can such a big event come from a foreign devil?"
Zhao Chuanxin said to him with a smile: "You go and cut those foreign devils." β
The old pedant shrank his neck: "The gentleman doesn't move his hands." β
Zhao Chuanxin pouted: "If you don't dare to go up, you will beep less." β
"You ......"
Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out a piece of wood, and carved a statue of the Virgin Mary.
He had carved it before, and he had it with his hands.
He came out in a row with a crude statue of the Virgin and came to the altar of Xiannong.
When the five foreigners saw a Chinese man wearing a cotton robe no different from an ordinary person's approach, they didn't take it seriously and were still giggling.
Zhao Chuanxin came to them with a woodcarved statue of the Virgin Mary and made a line on the face of the statue of the Virgin.
The five of them were stunned.
Zhao Chuanxin held the statue of the Virgin Mary and looked at it, shook his head and muttered in English: "Oh, it's so ugly, it turns out that you are this kind of Virgin." β
His voice was not loud, but somehow, it could be heard far away by everyone around him.
As he spoke, he made another cut on the chest of the statue of the Virgin.
The faces of the five people were slightly ugly.
Zhao Chuanxin shook his head again: "Oh, this seems to be stunted, wait for me to groom." β
As he spoke, the knife flew like a fly, and the statue of the Virgin, which originally looked a little thin, gradually became plump.
It's just a little plump and a little exaggerated.
The faces of the five people were cold.
The foreigner who took off his hat stepped forward and said coldly: "You heretic, you are blaspheming. β
Zhao Chuanxin raised his head in surprise and looked at him innocently, but he pressed his finger on a certain position of the statue of the Virgin: "Ah, it feels good now." β
didn't say anything, but rubbed back and forth, with a lewd smile on his face.
On the stage, the prefect He Gangde asked left and right: "Who understands their words?" β
Zuo Xiaotong, the political envoy of Suzhou, knew a little English, and the translator said: "Lord Prefect, that person carved a statue of a foreigner, and he ......."
He Gangde listened, and squirted out a mouthful of tea: "It's really nonsense." β
But no one was sent to stop him.
In the audience, the five foreigners were furious.
"You heretic, I will teach you a lesson."
Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped it over.
Syllable......
The foreigner who took off his hat turned around in a half circle and fell to the ground.
It can be seen how powerful this slap is.
The crisp movement resounded throughout the audience.
The people were in an uproar.
The officials were stunned.
It's really tough.
The other four foreigners saw it and rushed up.
Zhao Chuanxin picked up the statue of the Virgin Mary and smashed it down with his head and face.
The second person instantly wilted, and the sticky blood flowed down the door of his brain.
The third person, Zhao Chuanxin raised his arm, stopped the fist that was waving, grabbed the opponent's collar, and pulled a head hammer.
Boom......
The nosebleed and fell.
The fourth and fifth people saw that Zhao Chuanxin was so violent, and their steps were stunned.
Zhao Chuanxin rushed forward and stretched out his arms.
He was tall and long-armed, one in each hand, and grabbed the necks of the two of them, and without much effort, he lifted them up and slammed them to the ground.
Knock, knock......
I blanched ......
The people around were stunned.
At this time, He Gangde realized that things were not good.
After all, he is a scholar, and according to his imagination, Zhao Chuanxin is just verbally humiliating a few foreigners.
didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin not only had to let the other party take it orally, but also had to obey his heart and body...... Foreigners are no trivial matter, don't make a big fuss.
He stood up abruptly and shouted, "Stop! This official is He Gangde, the prefect of Suzhou, stop quickly......"
Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and bared his teeth at him.
Just then, the foreigner who took off his hat struggled to get up, swaying his dizzy head, and just wanted to say something.
At this time, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward as quickly as lightning, grabbed him by the collar, and made an over-the-shoulder fall.
At this time, the morning sun is still very cold.
The foreigner's body was convulsed, and Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it.
He came unhurriedly to the foreigner on the ground, grabbed one of his legs, and walked towards He Gangde.
He Gangde was a little intimidated, and hurriedly ordered: "Stop him left and right, stop this murderer quickly......"
Those patrols cowered in the face of foreigners, but they had the ability to face their own people.
Zhao Chuanxin looks very strong, but they feel that they have a lot of people and batons, so they may not be able to win Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin pulled the foreigner's leg and pulled it around.
A patrol officer couldn't dodge and was directly shot down.
The rest of the people whined and scummed, holding batons around them, but they just kept warning in their mouths: "Put him down quickly, otherwise you will look good." β
"You've got a big deal ......"
Zhao Chuanxin ignored them, dragged the foreigner forward, came to the Guangeng Pavilion, and said that the foreigner smashed towards the pillar.
Boom......
The foreigner's head immediately bled profusely.
When Zhao Chuanxin smashed it, he stared closely at He Gangde's eyes in the Guangeng Pavilion.
Lifting the foreigner's leg, Zhao Chuanxin continued to pick it upside.
Boom......
Boom......
Boom......
Under the sun, Zhao Chuanxin is getting faster and faster, like playing a drum.
The root of the starry sky, the Q assistant, made him not feel tired at all.
The foreigner's head was smashed repeatedly, and he was no longer human.
And Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were always staring at He Gangde.
This made He Gangde creepy.
Those patrols didn't dare to come forward again, it was too brutal.
This man has too much strength and is tireless.
Ordinary people have a hard time slapping it, I'm afraid he didn't slap it dozens of times?
Zhao Chuanxin threw away the foreigner and spat on the ground: "What's the matter, for the foreigner, you, the prefect, have become a grandson." To Lao Tzu, are you able to do it? β
He Gangde was afraid and angry.
He is a civil official, where has he ever seen such a bloody scene?
But in broad daylight, Zhao Chuanxin not only committed murder, but also targeted foreigners, in front of him, the prefect, this is simply lawless, lawless!
He pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "You, you, you bold maniac, don't you come forward to take it down for me?" β
Zhao Chuanxin looked at the group of patrols who stepped forward hard, a sneer overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his hand raised his knife, cut off a pillar, held the log and pushed forward, and several patrols were smashed to the ground.
Zhao Chuanxin swaggered in front of a few frightened foreigners, leaned over and asked, "Why aren't you arrogant?" β
A few foreigners looked at the corpses of their companions, how could they dare to speak?
Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward one by one and slapped him in the face, not light or heavy, but extremely insulting.
Bang Bang Bang ......
It's really rain and dew, and this one hits the other.
"Zhuo Nyima, his own faith knows that it cannot be trampled on by others, but he tramples on other people's beliefs at will, right?"
The people around them became excited.
It's too big today.
This man not only dared to kill foreigners, beat foreigners violently, but also did not even take the Suzhou prefect in his eyes, and the patrol was not his opponent, thinking that only the big head soldiers with guns could subdue him.
What a good man.
Many good deeds have already concocted a draft of braggadocio in their hearts.
The fly in the ointment is that they can't understand the English spoken by Zhao Chuanxin.
A foreigner, taking advantage of Zhao Chuanxin's beating his companions, suddenly got up and ran away.
Zhao Chuanxin didn't move his legs, but just threw out the whip of the ruling, tied up the foreigner and pulled him back: "If Lao Tzu doesn't let you go, you can't go!" β
The foreigner was really scared, and said to him: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I respect everyone's beliefs......"
Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the spring cow on the Xiannong altar: "Go, kowtow to that cow, and kowtow a hundred times before you can go." β
This is more insulting than being beaten.
One of the foreigners couldn't help but say, "I'm British, I advise you to let me go quickly!" β
Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and volleyed.
Boom......
The foreigner's head was tilted and unconscious.
Zhao Chuanxin continued to volley, two at a time, three times and four times...... The speed is getting faster and faster, but his face is not red and he is not panting.
"The British, huh?"
"The sun never sets, does it?"
"Awesome, isn't it?"
The so-called miracle of great strength, the foreigner's head miraculously clings to the shoulder.
The three people next to him were scared to pee.
The crotch is all wet.
This time, the death of his companion is just around the corner.
One man was heartbroken: "I'm German, I'm not British......"
Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Xiannongtan: "It doesn't matter if you a German devil or a British devil, roll over immediately and kowtow a hundred heads." β
The three of them crawled and walked away on their knees, kowtowing with a bang.
The one that knocks is called a sincerity.
While they were kowtowing, Zhao Chuanxin came to the field.
The surrounding people were looking at the excitement, but Zhao Chuanxin pointed at them: "You deserve to be poor, you deserve to be bullied, and you deserve to be patronized by natural disasters!" β
When the people heard this, they could not help but be in an uproar.
(End of chapter)