From Chief to Ball

Many people don't know what's going on, but Ze knows what's going on. He continues to keep his head down and busy with his own business, but the first name is him.

Those Xiacheng people who came to arrest them didn't know what was going on. They were just following the order of the council and working together on weekdays. After nearly two years of working together, some of the lowest-level Chinese and these workshop workers A very deep friendship has been formed. This group of workshop workers did not talk about it when they were working, and there was no conflict of interest, and they chatted a lot on weekdays.

After reading all the names or numbers, the leading guard in black said, "You guys will be arrested and hanged according to the order of the council because of the agitation of the workshop workers."

He is not Chen Jian's person, so he took the lead in arresting this time, and he is not a well-known figure in the black guards on weekdays. At this time, leading dozens of people also feels high-spirited, and he can't help but feel a little arrogant.

These arrested people are all leaders among the workshop workers. If you want to become a leader, you must do better than others to be convinced, not just relying on a few words.

After these words were finished, all the workshop workers were in chaos, and several people lined up and shouted: "What are you doing? Jixia said that associations are allowed, and they will be hanged unless the smelting furnace is smashed! We want to see Jixia!"

And those Xiacheng people who were in charge of arresting also looked at the leader in black with doubts and said, "Did you hear wrong? The rules don't say that you will be hanged because of this?"

The guard in black drew out his bronze sword and shouted: "What do you want to do? Ji Xia temporarily handed over the power of the leader. Now everything in Yucheng is in charge of the council. This is the newly changed rule of the council."

Some people from the country wondered: "No, didn't Ji Xia say that we will punish Xia City for not teaching or teaching the rules? The new rules are not suitable for the mistakes we made before..."

The leader shouted: "This is an order from the council, are you going to oppose it? Tell the council about something at the city meeting! Take it away!"

The council is the center of power in Xiacheng, and any orders from Chen Jian are issued in the name of the leader of the council. These Xiacheng people were stunned for a moment, and although they were quite reluctant in their hearts, they still took a step forward.They thought to themselves that it might not necessarily be a hanging, maybe they were just arrested and frightened, and maybe it would be good to admit their mistake.

However, the workshop workers all stopped their work and shouted: "No! If Jixia doesn't come to give an explanation, we can't take them away!"

More than a hundred people jostled and shoved, and Ze, who had not spoken a word, walked up to the crowd, and said solemnly to the black-clothed guard in front of him, "Hey, can you catch it later? This furnace of iron will come out soon. , can you wait for a while? Otherwise, this furnace of iron will be wasted."

Before the man could answer, Ze shouted at the workshop workers: "Don't make a fuss, finish the work in hand first! The molten iron is about to flow out! What's the matter until the iron furnace is cast?"

His prestige in the workshop is unmatched, and the smelting department is the place where these leaders gather, and no one will listen to what he said, and they picked up tools and waited in front of the iron smelting furnace. The lower-level Chinese people working in the smelting department also skillfully picked up their usual tools and put down the spears in their hands.

After forgetting the previous disputes, after working for more than a year, they like this place, the steamy environment, the pungent smoke, the dark dust, and the red molten iron.

It was their own hands that created all this and changed the appearance of the world. Even with spears behind them, they still accurately poured molten iron into Fan.

Even when stacking, Ze still didn't forget to take a step back to see if the stack was neat, squinted one eye and rubbed it vertically with his hand as usual to make sure it was even.

The leader stood there in a daze, but he also knew that he couldn't do anything right now.

Seeing the taphole being opened, hearing the shouts of working together, and seeing the bulging muscles of this group of people, I was a little scared for a while.

The sound of barking and Tie Fan's jingling lasted for a long time, and after all this was done, the people whose names had been read came to the front together.

Ze smiled at the crowd, turned around and said to the workshop workers: "According to the rules, we are human, so we stay here. But I didn't expect that the rules can be changed at will, let alone such a result. "

"Hanging is terrible. It will cause death. But compared to death, I am more afraid of losing my identity as a slave. It is slaves who can be hanged by their masters at will, not humans. People need reasons for death, but slaves don't. I count death, And not die on the gallows as a slave, never!"

Ze laughed loudly, and suddenly took out a forged and sharp sickle, and pierced hard into his chest.

He pulled out the iron tool, blood was pouring profusely, but he didn't bother to cover the bleeding wound with his hands a little bit, his rough voice echoed in the empty workshop.

"Never be a slave again! Never!"

At first it was just a desperate and lonely cry, but then the voice was no longer lonely, and more than a hundred people shouted loudly at the same time, clenched their fists and raised their chests, picking up the sickle, hoe or plowshare on the ground.

It's just that no one noticed that the iron object inserted into Ze's chest was not inserted into the heart, but turned a lot upwards, close to the shoulder blade.

No one has time to think about it. The word despair has nothing to do with people like Ze.

Chapter No.17 Riot

Once you've stood up, it's hard to kneel down again.Not just the knees, but especially the mind.

When this desperate cry resounded in Yucheng, what Chen Jian most wanted to see happened.These workshop workers no longer believed in the conscience of the council, let alone compromised and waited, but chose the most direct means to violently resist.

Only by letting some people realize the true power of others can they make the right choice, even if it is just a helpless compromise.

The black-clothed guard who took the lead in arresting was thrown to the ground by the angry crowd. Years of training allowed him to stab someone before he fell to the ground, but he was finally knocked over and his hands were tied together.

The small number of Xia Chengguo people did not expect that this group of people not only did not shrink back after seeing the blood, but rushed towards them madly.

After a while, the people of Xia Chengguo were dispersed by five times as many people as their own. The opponent not only had blood and courage, but also had more than a year of military training, and they cooperated well.

The bound guard in black cursed: "You are seeking death! This is a riot! This is going to be beheaded!"

The angry workshop worker cursed back: "Beheading is death, isn't it death waiting to be hanged?"

And those lower-level Chinese in Xiacheng who worked with them felt a little numb. They didn't know why they were fighting, and the propaganda was completely different from the usual ones, which made their heads a little confused.

These workshop workers are not barbarians, nor do they want to destroy Yucheng, they just want to maintain the original rules of Yucheng.Are they doing it wrong?If they are right, is the Council wrong?

The name is not correct, and there is a friendship of daily labor, so he was at a loss for a while.Those workshop workers didn't make it difficult for these people. After disarming them, they just let them gather together without beating, scolding or slaughtering, and even helped each other bandage their wounds.

Although Ze was still bleeding, he was not in danger of his life. At this time, he walked weakly in front of everyone and said, "We are not against Yucheng, but we are against the random change of the rules by the current council. We once trusted them, but what have we got in exchange?" ? In exchange for spears like a forest after a night, in exchange for whips! This time we no longer trust them, we only trust the rules."

He pointed at those Xiacheng people and said: "You are the ones who destroyed the rules, and you are the ones who destroyed Yucheng!"

Those Xiacheng people at the bottom said aggrievedly: "We are only implementing the resolution of the council. Jixia has given up the right to be the leader for the sake of rules, and we don't know why."

Ze nodded, turned back and said: "These people have worked with us, lived and worked together for more than a year, even if the two dogs have friendship, let alone people? Let's not embarrass them, they implemented the resolution of the council and did nothing wrong What."

The workshop workers agree with this approach, and it is really difficult to get rid of it. It is not that they are cowardly, but that many familiar faces are also blackened by smoke and dust like them. These are people who have worked with them.

At this time, a thick smoke rose near the pier, which could be seen even from such a distance. Several leaders looked at each other and clenched their fists secretly. It seemed that a move had been made there.

When everyone was at a loss with simple weapons, Ze said again: "Everyone, I'm afraid the same is true for other workshops. Everything is in chaos now, but other workshops can stop, but our iron workshop cannot. We Stop, and the smelting furnace will be abolished."

"Since Yucheng can't accommodate us, let's leave. But before we leave, we have to get back what belongs to us. For example, the plowshare and hoe..."

"Let's leave Yucheng, let's live the same life as in Dayezawa back then, let these Yucheng people smelt it by themselves. Before we leave, we have to smelt our future farm tools for ourselves, this is for ourselves."

"Now, half of the people take up weapons and prepare for the Yucheng people's counterattack, and the other half pick up the iron fan and carry the ore on their backs. Let's continue smelting."

He looked at the smelting furnace with some dejection, recalled the details of the past two years, and sighed: "I like this place, the smell here, and the sound of the chant here. , if I can’t be a human being, I’d rather give up everything I like.”

Speaking of the latter, it is inevitable to feel sad. These workshop workers looked at everything they built with their own hands, and they couldn't bear it. But thinking of the current situation, they finally moved their eyes and stopped looking, just thinking about not letting it be ruined.

So someone walked up to the group of Xiacheng people and knelt down and said: "We are leaving, when we leave, you stay here, don't let the furnace go out, otherwise all the iron slag will condense in the furnace, and the furnace will be destroyed. "

Those Xiacheng people nodded vigorously, and couldn't help asking: "Let's go? Where are you going?"

"Go where you can be a human being."

Ze stood up covering the wound on his chest, took a last look at the iron smelting furnace, dropped the iron fan in his hand, grabbed a short dagger tightly, and stood with half of the people without looking back, just like Xun General military training at the beginning of the end of the month.

Only this time, their spears were not aimed at the straw man, but at Yucheng across an inland river.

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When the smelting division started to riot, those who hadn't been to work because of illness appeared in various workshops at the same time.