Before the dog county magistrate could even finish his words, several civilians poured some feces into his mouth.
The dog county magistrate's body, head and face were all covered with rice dust, which was bright yellow and looked extremely disgusting.
A strong stench spread out instantly, and the county magistrate flapped his feet and struggled continuously.
The people who were being thrown rotten eggs and vegetable leaves below had already dodged away, but some of them still splashed on their bodies and feet. However, they did not feel disgusted at all, but instead clapped and cheered.
"Well done! Give him a few more scoops of water! He'll stink to death!"
"Well done! Keep pouring it. This kind of thing that is condemned by God should be tormented like this!"
"Bah, you deserve it, you rotten thing with a black heart and black lungs! Eat a few more scoops!"
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"Ahem, ahem, ugh~ You, you actually, ugh, dare to do this to, ugh~ me! I, I, will, ugh~ definitely kill you and feed you to the stray dogs!"
The county magistrate, who was fed a mouthful of rice, refused to give in or admit his mistake. Instead, he began to threaten the people.
The people had been oppressed for long enough and were fed up with this kind of life. At first, one or two people did not dare to resist, but now everyone was resisting, so they were no longer afraid of the county magistrate.
Even if they were allowed to die, they would first vent the evil spirit and the deep hatred in their hearts!
The middle-aged men who were throwing manure on the tower were furious when they saw that the county magistrate dared to threaten everyone with harsh words. They waved their ladles and threw one ladle after another at the dog county magistrate, with a look of relief on their faces.
"I told you not to threaten me! I told you not to say anything harsh! You black-hearted, black-lung dog, drink a few more cups of wine!"
"Hmph, second brother, be careful when pouring. His mouth is dirty, pour more scoops in!"
At this time, there was a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps at the town gate. A group of yamen runners in official uniforms, holding swords in their hands, ran out from the town gate.
Seeing their breadwinners stripped naked and hung at the town gate for public display, with sticky unknown objects stuck on their bodies and faces, the yamen runners were dumbfounded and stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. The stinky smell made them feel sick and they quickly covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves.
"Is this really our lord?" a bailiff asked in a muffled voice, confusion in his eyes.
"Well, judging by the sparse hair and the big belly from five months of pregnancy, it must be our adult!"
The old man Hu, who had a higher title, gave the two of them a big slap and glared at them, "What are you talking about! Hurry up and rescue our master!"
The yamen runners looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally, they held back their nausea and rushed to the county magistrate, crying and shouting as if they were mourning.
"Ah! My lord! My lord, are you okay?"
"My lord, I am late, I deserve to die, please forgive me!"
"Woo woo, sir, you are so miserable. It's all because of my useless subordinates that these people tortured you!"
The county magistrate, who was hanging on the ground, was frothing at the mouth and rolling his eyes because of the smoke from the rice field on his body. He weakly squeezed out a few words, "Waste, hurry up, save, me, ugh~~~"
"Ah, sir, yes, yes, I will save you right away!" Old Hu nodded and bowed quickly, covering his mouth and nose.
Then he gave several orders to the yamen runners.
"You, you, you, squeeze into the crowd and follow our master!"
"You, you, and you, rush up to the tower and cut the rope."
The yamen runners who were ordered to rush into the crowd felt their scalps go numb when they saw the fierce and extremely angry people. They looked at Old Hu with fearful eyes, "Brother Hu, are we really going to rush in? Look at the brothers tied to the tree trunk over there, their faces are bruised and swollen, we can't recognize them."
"Yes, Brother Hu, we brothers really don't dare to rush forward. There are so many people and they have weapons in their hands. We will definitely suffer a loss later!"
"Yes, Brother Hu, we brothers don't dare to charge the tower. Look, at the bottom of the stairs leading to the tower, there is a group of people with fierce faces blocking the way."
Hearing this, Old Hu glared at the men. "You useless people, you have swords in your hands, what are you afraid of! If one comes, we'll chop him down, if two come, we'll chop them down, as long as we don't kill anyone. If we don't rescue the county magistrate quickly, he'll probably punish us when he wakes up. We can't afford that!"
Thinking of the county magistrate's usual cruelty, Old Hu shuddered.
The yamen runners were persuaded by Old Hu's words, and they swallowed a few times, closed their eyes, and rushed forward, shouting, "Ahhh! Those who don't want to die, get out of my way!"
The common people were numerous and were not afraid of these yamen runners at all.
"Tsk, do you think I'm afraid of you?" One of the burly men in his forties swung the iron claw in his hand and hit the yamen runner who was rushing towards him hard.
The rest of the people did not retreat, but rushed forward to beat the yamen runners.
These yamen runners were usually arrogant and often took a team of people to collect protection fees, just like bandits. The people had hated these yamen runners for a long time, and when they suddenly came to their doorstep to ask for a fight, how could they let go of this opportunity!
The yamen runners were beaten so hard that they cried out in defeat, while the common people only suffered minor flesh wounds.
Old Hu looked at his men, who were beaten black and blue in the face in less than a cup of tea, with veins throbbing on their foreheads.
At this moment, if these yamen runners stood in front of their mothers, they would probably not be able to recognize their sons!
The common people chased after them with tools in their hands, and the yamen runners ran away with their heads in their hands, crying loudly.
"Ah! Stop it, stop it. Let us go!"
"Woo woo, we are all neighbors, please show some mercy!"
"Tsk, when you guys overturned our business and increased taxes, why didn't you think of us as neighbors?"
"Fellow villagers, beat them to death, don't be polite! Anyway, we have already offended all these corrupt officials today. As long as they are still alive, we will be dead."
Upon hearing this, the people chased after the yamen runners and hit them hard with their sticks and hoes.
"ah!"
"Ouch! My head!"
"Hiss, it's bleeding!"
Old Hu ran away with a group of yamen runners and did not dare to run back to the town.
Suddenly, there was a rush of horse hoofbeats.
Old Hu and his men took the time to look up and found that the people riding on the horses were wearing red flying fish suits. In despair, they finally saw hope.
"Ahhh! Great! It's the Royal Guards! They must have known that the imperial official was beaten, so they came down to rescue us."
"It's really the Jinyiwei! Sir, sir, please save us, wuwuwu--" A yamen runner dodged left and right, avoiding the hoe that was hitting him, and waved his hands at Zhang Yuanshan and other Jinyiwei.
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