Chapter 1844: Just This

The atmosphere of the entire venue, at this moment, had almost reached its climax.

"Hu-ca-ca!"

"Hu-ca-ca!"

Even Liu Zheng could not help but be swept up by the atmosphere of the scene.

Hundreds of thousands of men, women, young, and old were all singing and dancing, all waiting piously; this scene was simply indescribable. At this moment, Qionghai seemed to possess a kind of magic.

Everyone was dancing and singing, surrounding that tall sacrificial altar.

It was as if at this moment, among the various peoples and tribes of Daliang Mountain, there was no more hatred, no more division, and no more fighting over water sources and interests. At this moment, they were just the subjects of this great mountain, nothing more; united and cooperative, calling each other brothers.

Liu Zheng was an honored guest, so naturally, he stood on the high bamboo building with this group of bigwigs, watching all of this.

Seeing this grand occasion, Huobu Quli could not help but sigh: "In the Liangshan under the rule of the old Zimo back then, although everyone harbored their own secret agendas, every year's Torch Festival was such a grand sight. Only then could it be called lively."

Hearing this, Liu Zheng actually felt very strange in his heart.

He was very curious.

What exactly happened to Liangshan back then?

He could conclude that the fuse that caused the chaos in Liangshan and ignited the internal strife in Liangshan was the Poppy.

If so, then was the old Zimo of the Alu Clan deeply hateful toward the Poppy, or did the two sides just fight fiercely because of this thing called the Poppy?

This was already impossible to know.

But the Liangshan of today was indeed as Huobu Quli had said.

Looking at it, the surface was very harmonious, but in reality, every tribe was filled with intense hostility.

Because very soon.

As the various Great Bimo were about to appear one after another, these Liangshan people, who just a moment ago did not distinguish between you and me, quickly and automatically stood into their own camps.

"Great Bimo! Great Bimo!"

"Zaza Bimo!"

"Hama, Hama!"

"Get lost! Our Great Bimo is the true Great Bimo of Liangshan!"

"Shut your mouths! You bunch of trash!"

"Adu, Adu! Only our Adu Bimo can ignite the fire of the ancestors!"

"Fart, where is our Son of the Black Dragon?"

The scene suddenly became chaotic, with all kinds of angry curses and insults flying about. It had been harmonious just a moment ago, but now it was thick with the scent of flames. If it were not for the Torch Festival, these people, group by group, would likely have started fighting on the spot.

Liu Zheng watched, worried that they might not be able to hold back from attacking.

Beside him, Shama Zhuoyi laughed at this moment: "Honored guest, no need to worry. Today is the Torch Festival; there is only fire, no blood! My Liangshan Warriors have always had a fierce folk style; this is a common occurrence."

Liu Zheng chuckled, noncommittal.

Truly fierce enough...

He sighed inwardly; was this not the chaos and hatred specifically created by these rulers? These minority chieftains were just this shortsighted. They wanted to extract the maximum amount of profit during their tenure; the more the people of Liangshan hated each other, the smoother things went for them.

To change this pattern, religious belief must be unified.

Today, how Aluba would make his entrance had indeed become the key.

Seeing that Liu Zheng was not provoked by him, Shama Zhuoyi gave a cold laugh: "Honored guest from Longyan, I hope your Son of the Black Dragon will not disappoint, otherwise the anger of the Liangshan people is not to be underestimated!"

"Shama, you..."

Huobu Quli was furious.

Other Headmen also began to mock them one after another.

They really could not understand; this Daliang Mountain had been ruled by Shama Zhuoyi for many years, so what was the point of this weak Longyan person suddenly popping up?

A garrison of fifty thousand?

They would likely be eaten clean by Shama Zhuoyi!

Just at this moment.

"Hama, Hama, Hama is here!"

"Hama Bimo!"

"Hama, Hama!"

On this day of the Torch Festival, the first Great Bimo finally appeared in full regalia. That's right, full regalia; as soon as this person appeared, it immediately triggered mountain-shaking shouts. Just the messy clothing on this Great Bimo weighed over a hundred catties. His hairstyle, clothing, accessories, and he held a long staff in his hand...

However...

However, he was walking on a steel wire.

"Pfft..."

Liu Zheng almost spat out his drink, unable to help but blink his eyes as he watched.

Oh, this?

Is this their way of making an entrance?

Are you sure he didn't come from a circus?

Tightrope walking?

Not only that, but these commoners were all incomparably excited.

He was simply stunned by the sight.

Lao Wang had changed his name again.

He felt that the name Wang Dapan was a bit too hasty. Thus, he changed his name to "Wang Dapan"!

The change of name actually indicated the change in Lao Wang's mindset.

He was a slave from Nanyang who dreamed of becoming a free man.

After becoming a free man through his own efforts, he felt that life had more and more to look forward to.

And so, he was called Dapan.

But now, it is different again...

He feels that life not only has things to look forward to, but he also has the opportunity to climb upward.

Life is just that wondrous.

These past few days, he has been running around, exhausting all his efforts to gather the people, the workers, and the forces around him. He spoke eloquently, sharing his insights with them.

Trust the Liangzhou Prefecture.

Trust the Viscount!

The crisis will pass sooner or later.

As long as you believe, I will help you secure benefits.

"I will go and negotiate with the prefecture on your behalf!"

Liangzhou needs stability, society needs order, the Factory needs to resume production, and products need us to manufacture them.

Stability has never been just the government's business; it is also something we, the people, must work toward together!

You all go to work properly!

Leave all your demands to me!

Rest assured and leave it to me!

As someone who climbed up from the bottom, Wang Dapan better understands how to find the points in these people's hearts, how to touch them, and how to persuade them.

At the beginning.

His various speeches, his various bouts of spittle-flying, were still slightly immature.

But as he gave over a dozen speeches a day, when he got busy, he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water.

He became increasingly high-spirited, increasingly skilled, and increasingly able to resonate with people.

Very soon.

People began to support Wang Dapan, and many returned to work, waiting for Wang Dapan to arrange negotiations and take charge of negotiating with the government regarding the purchase and distribution of grain.

However...

His family, however, began to worry.

Lao Wang's wife and brother-in-law were both deeply worried. Lao Wang was acting as if he were possessed... He was openly creating a grassroots organization! In a feudal dynasty, this is a major taboo!

Would the Liangzhou Prefecture tolerate him?

Representing workers to negotiate with the Liangzhou Prefecture?

How could you be so arrogant!

What do you want to do?

Do you want to rebel?

People of this era, when encountering such a thing, have this as the first thought that pops into their heads.

But they could not persuade him, nor could they hold him back.

Liangzhou today.

Is truly a scene of demons dancing in chaos.

Just on another day.

Wang Dapan encountered an assassination attempt, and only then did his family feel at ease about him. Pop-ups are severe recently, you can click to download to avoid pop-ups.