In the last years of the Yuan Dynasty, the imperial court was corrupt, and the high-ranking officials of the imperial family wantonly enclosed land and exploited the people in every way. Looking at the great rivers and mountains, all living beings are displaced.

Jungshu Province, Jeju Province.

At this moment, it is the time when the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn breeze is cool. The long street in Jeju City is lined with shops on both sides, and the streets are bustling with people. Among them, there are not many rich people in Chinese clothes, and sometimes they are pawns, but more people in cloth clothes who are forced to make a living. In a nutshell, there are so many of them;

In the distance of the long street, a young man walked from the east, carrying a firewood burden on his shoulder, and a firewood knife on his shoulder. It can be said that he is the most eye-catching on the whole street! Why do you say that? I saw that this young man's hair was twisted into a bun like a mess of grass on his head, with half a bamboo chopstick pinned to the bun horizontally, and he was wearing a gray and white cloth coat with a diagonal placket on the upper body, and gray and black cloth trousers on the bottom, and barefoot and straw sandals. Looking at his pants again, his right leg is from the hem of the trousers to the right knee, revealing the entire calf, and he walks with a hula la, which seems to be extremely poor.

This young man's surname is Zhang Dakui, his family lives in Wulitun, east of Jeju Prefecture, his father was pulled by the government to repair the river embankment in his early years and did not come back, and now there is only one old lady in the family, and the mother and son depend on each other. Da Kui has just turned 16 years old this year, and he is a dutiful son at home. On weekdays, he makes a living by collecting firewood, and when he has a little spare time, he helps his mother work in the fields.

At this time, Da Kui carried the firewood and lowered his head to the entrance of the vegetable market, and walked to the entrance of the vegetable market: "If I meet a good buyer today and buy my firewood happily, then I can go into the mountain to get another load of firewood" Da Kui smirked as he walked.

"Little brother, how do you get to the entrance of the vegetable market?" There was an inquiry.

Da Kui just left, not paying any attention to the voices around him. Before he could go a foot away, a strong force dragged him alive. Da Kui was startled, and a black-faced man in front of him was two heads taller than himself. Sheng's angry eyebrows are ringed, his chin is full, his beard is full, and he is wearing a coarse linen robe. It looks like a fierce Zhang Fei on a painting.

At this time, the black man stared at a pair of copper bell-like eyes and shouted angrily: "My lord called you, are you deaf?"

"It's... You..."Da Kui was so frightened that he was incoherent, for fear that this man would kill him with a big punch.

"Don't be rude" A green-shirted showman came to the front with a paper fan in his hand, and arched his hands, "Little brother, dare to ask how to go to the vegetable market?"

This Xiushi was dressed in a sky-blue placket robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he looked kind.

"You buy firewood?" Da Kui couldn't help but ask timidly. Xiushi was deflated.

The black man said angrily: "My lord asks for directions, what firewood to buy?"

Taking the momentum of the strong man, Da Kui pointed forward with his hand and said: "Go straight to the right of the Wangjia Silk Village."

Xiushi smiled and said, "Thank you, little brother." As he spoke, he took out a few copper coins from his sleeve and put them in Da Kui's hand. Turned around and left with the strong man.

Da Kui was stupid: "Give money for asking for directions, this is more cost-effective than selling firewood...... After a while, Da Kui said in his heart: "After selling firewood, I have to buy some food for my mother to bring back, but I don't dare to delay." The current world is not good, and it is not easy to barely survive, but I dare not provoke right and wrong. Da Kui lowered his head and walked all the way to the entrance of the vegetable market.

Approaching noon, a small teahouse not far from the entrance of the vegetable market was full. On the street sat a green-shirted man on a pedestal, and beside him sat a black-faced man.

Xiushi leisurely tasted tea, but the black-faced strong man kept nagging: "Big brother, why haven't they come yet?"

The green-shirted Xiushi put down the teacup and smiled slightly: "Don't be impatient, wait a little longer." As soon as he finished speaking, a carriage stopped in front of the teahouse, but it was loaded with a cart of wheat straw.

The old man who drove the car tied up his livestock in front of the teahouse, bent down and patted the dust on his body and walked into the teahouse alone, looked around and walked straight to Xiushi and said: "Sir, the old man has walked all the way, and he is here to rest and drink saliva." Can you sit evenly?"

Xiushi smiled: "It's convenient for you to be with others, please sit down, old gentleman."

The strong man kept his head in a sullen voice, and muttered in his mouth: "Lao Huang, you are really funny, come here, and be a long-winded bird!" But when he looked up, he saw that Xiushi's face was not good, and he hurriedly picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, pretending to cover it up.

The old man named Lao Huang didn't mind, he glanced around, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he lowered his voice and said, "I have already arranged it, a total of sixteen heroes, all of them are ambushed." You and I are in the car, just waiting for the general's order to do it together. As soon as the people grabbed the hand, they dispersed and evacuated in four groups, and tonight the third watch met at the land temple in the west of the city."

Xiushi said in a low voice: "Dingchen first came to Jeju, and this matter is all arranged by Brother Huang!"

Lao Huang waved his hand and said: "The red scarf righteous man is for the country and the people, if it weren't for the old man's old age, he would also serve the battlefield." I just don't know why the general personally took the risk?"

Xiushi sighed: "It's not a secret, among the people rescued this time are the generals of our righteous army. This person and I are brothers and sisters" "Oh..."Lao Huang was still about to ask again, only to hear the sound of gongs in the distance of the long street, and from a long distance, he saw the people on the street in chaos.

Two teams of soldiers, about 100 people, sounded the gong in front of the road to open the pennant exhibition. There are still people in the way, and these soldiers go up and punch and kick. There are some stalls doing small business on the street that are close to each other, and they are busy closing the stalls, which Cheng wants Yuan Bing to come over and kick the bottom up.

Behind the two teams of soldiers is an eight-lift sedan chair, and there are more than a dozen cavalry guards on both sides of the sedan body. Then more than 100 Yuan soldiers escorted seven prisoner carts. The team marched all the way to the entrance of the vegetable market. The scattered people slowly gathered together and exchanged words with each other.

"What's going on? I'm going to kill someone."

"I heard that the government has arrested a few red turban soldiers, this should be it"

"Let's go and see"

The Caishikou Execution Ground has been under martial law by the officers and soldiers, and the people were blocked by the Yuan soldiers on the periphery, looking at the row of seven prisoners on the execution table from a distance, kneeling there, Xiao is tortured too much, and his prison clothes are already stained with blood. Four or five zhang away from the torture platform is the prison beheading platform where the prison beheading officer is located, and the soldiers on both sides stand with guns and are heavily guarded.

The supervisor is a guy with a fat brain, wearing an official uniform on his body, and from a distance, he looks like an old sow has become sperm, and he is swollen.

At this time, the supervisor sat leisurely on the chair behind the copywriter, sipping tea. From time to time, he raised his eyes to look at the prisoner waiting to be killed in front of him, with an eerie sneer on his obese face.

There is a table on the right side of the table, and time is passing little by little. A man who looked like a master walked up to the side of the prison officer, bowed and said, "My lord, the hour is almost up. Is it a proclamation?"

The warden squinted and snorted. The master understood, turned around and came to the front of the stage, took out a roll of cloth from his sleeve and unfolded it. First, he cleared his throat and read to the onlookers: "By the grace of the Holy Lord, the people are safe." However, now there is a red scarf for trouble, peeking at my society... These seven people are all red scarves and rebels, and they will be punished at three o'clock in the afternoon today, so as to set an example..."

As he spoke, seven red-clothed executioners walked up from under the execution table. All of them were big shoulders and round waists, holding a ghost-headed big knife, and came to stand behind the death row prisoner, just waiting for orders.

The master held back a glance at Guibiao, turned around and walked to the side of the supervisor, bowed and said, "Your Excellency's time has come."

Hearing this, the supervisor lazily stretched out his hand and took out a token on the copywriting archway and threw it in front of the copywriter, and the word "chop" popped out of his mouth. The master walked to the front of the stage again and shouted below, "The hour is coming..." Before the words fell, I only heard a "whoosh" sound, and a cold arrow was shot from somewhere, choking the rest of the master's words back into his stomach. The master fell on his back on the prison beheading platform, with a feather arrow stuck in his throat.

"There are assassins, protect your lordship" The guards on the prison beheading platform suddenly became a mess.