【Sat 11:00 on Saturday of the third week of the election】

[Haijing to Longchuan plus 2 times] Arrived in Longchuan staggeringly at noon. Because of the election, the business of the special train between Haijing to Longchuan and reporters and watchers of the lively train was getting better and better. It was full every day and every time. Weng Jianguang waved his pen and immediately added the second train, so the extra 2 direct train arrived in Longchuan at noon.

As soon as the car drove into the station, the passengers were like hens who were rushing into the chicken coop by a wolf. They rushed up. Looking at the slowly sliding over the landmark of "Longchuan Station", everyone was extremely excited. No one was sleepy when they took a long distance bus. Even the passengers who had vomited all the way seemed to have died and saw Jesus, showing a "comfortable" smile on their faces.[]

The reason is nothing special. Longchuan is so popular. These passengers who got on the bus early yesterday morning knew the big news that the Democratic Party once again bet on the bet. Whether it is a reporter or a purely watching the fun, they all came for this shocking news.

In fact, outside the news building where the lottery issuing company is headquartered, there were reporters full of reporters. At 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon, the carriage numbered "Jing00897" by Zhong Jialiang and Democratic Party champion Yi Cheng entered the long street, and the license plate number that was firmly imprinted by the reporter in his mind flashed, and the road was immediately full of reporters. Those who didn't know about it thought it was a police officer who was surrounding the fugitive in plain clothes.

Sure enough, the development of the matter caused the reporters who were stuffed with half the road to cheer, and the Democratic Party had to add another 120,000 yuan in order to surpass the Christian hero in the capital!

Not only on the road, but also on the News Building, there are already many big newspapers in the Song Dynasty and their own country. They are close to the water and get the moon first. On the road, you can hear cheers and applause bursting out on each floor of the entire building.

Then Yi Cheng came out of the building. He held the civilization stick in one hand and the brim of the top hat tightly with the other, covering his face with white gloves and the brim of the hat. Under the force of pushing and shoving a group of bodyguards, he broke through the piles of reporters. This time, unlike the last time he stood proudly on the steps and delivered a speech with the greatest voice, he refused to comment on the matter, and entered the carriage without saying a word and fled.

As a group of reporters chased the carriage and shouted, the travelers saw other tabloid reporters surrounding the news building running around like wind and clouds, and they were catching the press release and going back to print "Outside the Number".

An hour later, "Longchuan's great gambling started again! The Democratic Party added another 120,000!" The fastest "Haijing Jiwen" was already spread all over the streets;

Two hours later, the whole city of Beijing knew about it.

Three hours later, the telegram had been passed to various yamen in the Song Dynasty. No matter how officials viewed this as a Bible teaching or not, the newspaper news repeatedly bombed for two weeks, and the war-like tragic and drama-like legends had already made everyone dumbfounded. Many adults asked the telegrapher if they had something to do: "Xiao*, has the imperial court called? Did Zhong Jialiang invest money again?"

After receiving this power-up, the adults who were surprised and happy to be addicted to gossip quickly asked their subordinates to post a notice and discussed with them what to do with the rich people from Longchuan who were not afraid of death this time, and whether God will take care of them again and promise their prayers.

Because Songyou passenger van is not covered, today, in the dilapidated third-class carriage that Weng Jianguang pulled out of the spare garage, a group of outsiders stood on the ground of Longchuan, with dazzling sunshine on his head and high temperature air around him. The smelly sweat squeezed out from the car had just been blown dry, and a layer of new sweat immediately appeared all over his body. Everyone seemed to be emitting a sweat-smelling bag, but everyone was happy, and many people even stepped on the stone slabs on the platform with their feet, meaning: "I finally came to this strange and festive place."

However, before they could get enough time to get the first step of the magical town, the staff and sheriffs in the station surrounded them like a line and shouted loudly, asking them to leave the station as soon as possible.

Many reporters started working without even knowing where Sany Square was. They asked the staff at the station who drove them away and said, "Brother, do you know the news here? Zhong Jialiang..."

"Who doesn't know? The yamen issued the list last night at 7 o'clock last night, which made the whole city not sleep!" The staff at the station shouted in Longchuan's local dialect with red eyes. Although his tone was still like a beggar, there was already a hint of joy in the tone. It seemed that this kid was betting four Democratic horses.

"How about the Elders?" the reporter asked quickly. The group of passengers next to him, whether they heard the conversation or not, drooled around them, just like the citizens of the ancient Rome who were going to see the gladiator who was going to play boxing with the lion.

"Hi!" The staff at the station dragged a long tone and laughed: "120,000! I said I would bet on the Democratic Party, but some people didn't listen! Now they are sad, and it's another all-night prayer! They prayed with about one-third of the stupid eggs who bought their lottery tickets in our city!!! The church can't kneel down, there is no way, Trinity Square is full of people! I am stupid!"

"They have been praying for food, sleep and sleep all night!" Someone turned his head and shouted, and suddenly more passengers disappeared and surrounded him, asking questions all over the place.

Seeing so many people surrounding me, like primary school students listening to the teacher's lecture, the staff at the station also proudly raised their waists and shouted, "God cannot appear every day! Christian heroes cannot stay forever. Occasionally doing something is called being a hero and righteous, and those who stay forever are called occupying the mountain and becoming king! Just want to rebel! No matter how rich you are, who doesn't have any name but throw it away? So I see that their Presbyterian Church is out of the way..."

He said it very well. It seems that he has discussed these words with his Democratic supporters countless times, but before he finished speaking, the webmaster Lu came over and shouted: "Old Huang! What are you doing? Let you evacuate the passengers quickly. Are you talking about your lottery again here?!"

Old Huang turned around and saw that the webmaster was coming, and he was suddenly lost. He quickly turned around and shouted: "Get out of the station quickly! Get out of the station quickly! Hurry up! Hurry up! Alas, your old man is seventy years old? You are still here at the age of a car just to see the fun? Are you not afraid of dying in the car! Hurry up, the volunteers from the Presbyterian Church over there come to help the old man..."

Seeing the well-dressed train station manager walking past him with a group of men who looked like a devil, walking towards the back of the train, some of the reporters who had seen the world stopped and stared at him, feeling something was wrong.

More and more people stopped and looked at the empty train. Many reporters' eyes lit up because behind the broken third-class carriages behind the front of the car were three spotless and dazzling private carriages. At first glance, it was like using black iron tweezers to pick up three golden eggs from the fire, with a dazzling contrast.

"Look at the back there are three private cars!"

"I said that Song You TieDi, a bastard company, asked us to get tickets and get on the bus, but waited for an hour in the bus before driving. Why did we want to hang the private car?"

"The ones who hire private cars are definitely not poor journalists like us. Does anyone hire private cars to come here to watch the fun? How much does it cost at a time?"

"I don't know, I can't afford it. At least four or five hundred silver dollars. I heard that there are bars, sofas, and beds in the carriage, which are more grand than star hotels! Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to try it."

The reporters were talking about it, and many people were driven away, just to see who would come out from inside. It would be the reporter who could hire a private car to come from Haijing to Longchuan. Without newspapers to burn bags, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper would not be so rich. He could only watch the fun. After all, many idle people were so idle. They spent a lot of money on trains to Longchuan to watch the fun, just like traveling and opening their eyes. These idle people who spent a lot of money to sit in the private car were probably too idle.

Just then, someone shouted: "Look, the door is open!"

Everyone stretched their necks together to look at it. Many good reporters simply pushed the staff away, jumped over the quarantine rope and ran over to see clearly, but after running a few steps, they saw that the stationmaster Lu, who was surrounding the first box door, suddenly jumped back together, as if several mad dogs were coming out of the carriage.

Then the three of them rushed out, and the passengers on the platform saw it clearly and gasped. The reporter who was running towards the chartered car stopped in fear.

It is not easy to scare reporters. They have never seen anyone, but such people are really rare.

These three people are all dressed up by Qing officials!

To be precise, it was dressed as an official and a cold hat with a tower on his head, a whip-like object on his hat, a jacket with a horseshoe sleeve, a thousand-layer cake cloth boots on his feet, and a big black braid that stretches out to his waist behind his head.

Although it is possible to see such people near the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the capital, Song and Qing dynasties often fought a battle without knowing where. Even officials like diplomats would not let you go around in your country to spy on military affairs, let alone swaggering in the uniforms of officials; the people are also hostile to each other: the Qing people see Song people as human-shaped monsters who are safe to be foreign slaves and proud to explode their ancestral graves; the Song people see clearly that the Chinese people are safe to be Tartar slaves and poor, and they are not blessed by foreign gods; so it is rare for people like Qing officials to appear in small towns like Longchuan, which are considered inland. No, it has never seen such clothes again after the Qing Dynasty was beaten away.

Webmaster Lu and his men took a few steps back a few steps, holding the handrails of the third-class carriage. He stared at three guys standing on the platform with their own finished fonts and asked in amazement: "Guest...guests..... Below is the webmaster of Longchuan Station. Welcome... Welcome to use our company package..."

"Back back! Back back! Back back!" When the man took something from behind, he shouted at the stationmaster Lu in anger.

"Ah? Go back? OK..." Stationmaster Lu hurriedly touched the carriage and took a few steps back.

The man stretched his eyes under his cold hat and shouted: "Get back! Go back!"

At this time, the stationmaster Lu had already seen clearly that the boy was holding a bundle of whips in his hand - is this a weapon? Cooperating with the traditional Qing Dynasty official uniforms that Song State rarely saw, the heads at Longchuan Railway Station did not dare to say anything. He turned his head and ran a few steps with pale faces, standing ten meters away with the reporters who were running over, looking at them, not understanding what the group of people wanted to do.

"What do they do, this webmaster?" asked urgently, Webmaster Lu, looking at the reporters who were following the three Qing officials standing facing them.

"I don't know either!" Webmaster Lu took off the webmaster's hat and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Didn't you pick them up just now? I don't know what they are doing?" the reporter asked in surprise.

Webmaster Lu turned his head helplessly and looked at the man and said, "Brother, they have booked our company's three private rooms. Even if there is a dog inside, I have to go and greet it."

"Look, what are they going to do?" someone shouted, and nearly 100 passengers, staff, volunteers, sheriffs, and even beggars were holding their breath and looking at the three guys on the platform.

The other two hid in the carriage, and one of them faced them, like the tiger trainer in a circus, raised his whip high and over, gritted his teeth and rotated it a few times, swung the tip of the whip, then swayed his arms from the back of his head to the forehead, and thrust towards the front.

The row of people in the front, although about ten meters away from him, all bowed slightly, raised their hands to cover it, and a terrified look leaked from the bend of his arms.

Finally, in the entire silent station, the whip was completely straightened, making a crisp "pia" sound, like a small firecracker.

However, after a second of silence, the weird man who was gritting his teeth and staring at everyone's whip let out a "ao" scream, threw the whip and knelt on the ground, covering his face with both hands.

His two accomplices immediately rushed out and supported him from left to right.

"This...this...this...this...this...this...this...this just happened?" Put down the arm covering her face and looked at the whip knelt on the ground. Stationmaster Lu asked the reporter next to him in surprise.

The reporter, like a ghost, said stammeringly: "Ruoruo... If I read that right, the whip was taken back, did he suck his own face?"

Why are you playing with whips? You still play with such a long whip? Is this a group of lunatics brought from the capital? - Webmaster Lu looked at the whip knelt on the side with his face and trembling all over his body. Considering that he was the webmaster and had the responsibility, he walked forward tentatively a few steps, just like holding a hunting rifle to explore the lion's nest. When he approached, he listened to the two people next to him whispering to the stupid guy who was kneeling: "Silly | Bullshit, didn't you say you had practiced it?" "Damn it! You messed up this trick, wait for the end! We are all embarrassing!"

"Ahem," Although it was in public, seeing that the three madmen in front were too devoted to scolding, it seemed that they didn't notice that they were approaching. Webmaster Lu coughed a few times, and the price was shocked. This kind of person was just a knife. Seeing the three people raised their heads to look at him together, Webmaster Lu struggled to move his eyes away from the face of the person in the middle from his brow to a red whip mark on the tip of his chin. He didn't slap people in the face, and he couldn't see the injury, especially the injuries he caused himself, and he couldn't see the place. "Guest, are you... injured? Do you want me to take you to the station office to order medicine?"

Stationmaster Lu’s face was full of laughter, but his voice was trembling: This is a chartered car from a thousand miles away from the capital. What is the custom of using a whip to get off the bus?

Unexpectedly, seeing the stationmaster Lu come, the two of them pulled up the one who was so painful that they were being thrust on their faces, held their heads and chests up, and shouted at the sky at 45°: "The master is here! The idle people are waiting to avoid it! Majestic..."

He first traumatized himself and then suddenly yelled to the sky. Stationmaster Lu was shocked, then he made a horse stance and Yongchun fist starting position, and then couldn't stop talking, and maintained this position. Seeing that the doors of the three private cars were opened, people came out of the inside: the eyes were full of Qing official hats, big braids, double-breasted jackets, horseshoe sleeves, cloth boots, all of them were in the same shape as the Qing officials following the style, like a guard of honor in front of him.

Some of them carried the "Magic Martial Arts" and "Avoidance" big tiger brand, some carried the big top cover, and some people dragged a bunch of wooden parts out, and they were assembled on the platform in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, a four-person carriage appeared! However, the sedan above was removed, and only a seat cushion was placed, forming a carriage like a convertible carriage.

Stationmaster Lu squatted on his horse's stance, his starting style was very handsome, but he didn't move at all. His eyes were moving, and he followed the group of people in front of him, making him dizzy.

After these guys came out, eight more people ran out, including Chinese and tall foreigners! They all wore pagoda hats and had big braids. Under the horse's hoof sleeves, they had a long big water and fire stick. They stood in front of the stationmaster Lu and the group of Qing guys behind them. The water and fire sticks were leaning on the ground and shouted: "The master is here! Majesty! Avoid!"

Seeing them two or three meters away from him, the stationmaster of Soul Youtian Wai Land finally returned to his soul. When he felt his body, he felt the legs of the two horse stairs tremble and there was a strong sense of urine in his crotch - it would be fine if this group of Qing people had water and fire sticks in their hands, but everyone was carrying a silver-shining rifle!

In addition to self-harm whips, this group of people also have rifles!

After moving his trembling legs with difficulty, he finally could control it. Stationmaster Lu ran back and shouted: "Where is Police Officer Lin! I'm sorry! They have guns!"

Because when he came to add the train, the passenger flow was very high, Lao Lin was invited to maintain order in the train station. When he encountered this strange scene of Qing officials getting off the train, he had already arrived in the first row, but he was pushing each other with his colleagues.

"Old Li, lend me a gun to use it! I didn't bring it!" Lao Lin yelled, holding the other party's pistol barrel and shaking it around.

"Who told you not to bring it! They have at least eight rifles, don't take my gun! Do you want to aim at me!" Old Li was sweating all over his head, and was desperately trying to aim at the group of people in front of him with his gun. The shaking barrel made the stationmaster Lu, who was running along the platform, dodge his left and right, hit the carriage, and fell to the ground.

"Is this the Qing Dynasty counterattack?" A reporter asked in horror with Lao Lin pulling the arm of the gun. Now at least twenty people are crowding in the first row, and seeing the group of Qing officials squeezed into a group again.

"How can I know!" Old Lin shouted, turned his head and looked as if he was ashamed, and he shouted in his heart: "When did we get squeezed in the middle, there is no way behind, and we can't run away after a while!"

At this time, a burst of goose bumps came from the Qing officials. Lao Lin and Lao Li stopped snatching the only gun. Stationmaster Lu also covered his head and lay down on the ground and looked back. The entire station was silent, and only this sound echoed.

I saw an official dressed in the Qing Dynasty road platform shaking his fan. The standard Qing Dynasty official uniform swayed toward the beads on his chest, the big braids behind him almost drooped to his calves, and a pair of sunglasses on his eyes, looking very young. He swayed to the open space of the platform between his followers and the crowd of onlookers. He snapped the fan in his hand, stood still, and looked around.

The whipkeeper with a whip mark on his face behind him opened a Western umbrella and supported him on the head of the official to protect him from the sun. He still stared fiercely at the trembling people.

The platform took a deep breath, laughed, pointed with a fan, and shouted: "Longchuan, I have been to this place, but I didn't expect to visit the old place again today!"

Everyone was stunned. When did the Qing Dynasty Daotai come to Longchuan? During the Xianfeng period?

Then the platform shouted to the sky: "Since I'm here, I will definitely capture Longchuan. The places where I pass by have always been to conquer cities and be invincible! Hahahaha!"

After hearing these words, everyone's chins were about to dislocate. The reporter who hugged Lao Lin's arm shouted: "Damn it! The Qing army is back! Where is the Royal Army?"

"You look for Army, don't break my arm! I'm holding a gun!" Lao Lin shouted with sweat on his face.

"Give you a gun? Dreaming! Let me go! I want to go out and repay you!" Old Li shouted the same way, but he called the old man who hugged his waist - this bastard hugged my waist whenever? If it hit me, I can't run away.

The old man holding his waist yelled: "No, that Qing Yao came by the train in the capital! When I got on the bus in the capital last night, it was still the world of our God Emperor! Is the end of the world coming and Jesus is coming?"

At this moment, a middle-aged beggar who was sobbing and whimpering from the crowd. Under everyone's stunned gaze, he ran across the platform, knelt down in front of the Qing Dynasty Highway Platform, kowtowed repeatedly, and burst into tears.

Everyone heard the station turn their heads and say to the followers: "Look! What a great people! I know I'm here to make the decision for them."

As he said that, the platform raised his official boots and walked forward two steps, and used two fingers to slightly stop the middle-aged man who was knocking his head and thudding with a thud. He bent over and asked "kindly": "What are your grievances? Tell me, I will make the decision for you."

"Master King!" The beggar let out a shocking howl, and hugged the legs of the platform in two steps, shouting: "Master King! I've been looking forward to you back! I'm a juren of the Qing Dynasty, but I'm here to be a beggar! Here is a gentle sweeping away the floor, and foreign monsters are everywhere! Sir, you can destroy them and clarify the world! I'll lead you the way!"

The corners of the mouth of the platform twitched twice, and even though he was wearing sunglasses, he could see that he was shocked.

However, his subsequent actions broke everyone's chin at the station.

The Qing Yao Dao Platform suddenly raised its foot, kicked the beggar's head, kicked him to the ground, then rushed up, punched and kicked the beggar lying on the ground, and cursed: "Damn it! There is actually Qing Yao!", "Damn, I beat you, the spy to death!", "Bastard! You dare to slander my master!", "Sir Wang, you are your mother!"

After a while, the follower who was holding an umbrella pulled him away, and took the sweat towel handed over by the follower. The Qing Yao Daotai wiped his head and face full of sweat. At this time, he seemed to see the people who were stunned a few meters away in front of him. He stepped on the beggar's belly that was beaten to death by him, and pointed at Lao Lin and Lao Li and shouted: "It just so happens that there is a sheriff! Come here, this bastard actually wants to lead the way for Qing Yao! Everyone heard it! Grab him in jail!"

Lao Lin finally closed his chin, was stunned for a while, and asked tremblingly: "Sir, no, no, this sir... no, no... Who are you?"

The platform was stunned for a moment, laughed loudly, and said with a smile: "What a small place. If I don't introduce myself, don't you know who I am?" After that, he put out his hands like a big roc spreading his wings and shouted: "Take out my sign."

Immediately, a follower came over with a wooden sign with a tall man and stood beside the platform:

Everyone looked up and saw that it was written on it:

"Mu Sheng, President Zheng, Brothers of the Song Dynasty"
Chapter completed!