An era has ended. In the minds of the people at that time, the concept was completely vague as to what era Xiao Letian ended and what kind of new era he created.
On that day, hundreds of thousands of people throughout Naha City all felt the strangeness of this New Year's banquet. At first, people thought it was a celebration banquet held by the Prime Minister. But as time passed, they suddenly felt that the Prime Minister The mansion has turned into a mysterious area, which is constantly exuding a strange aura.
At around five o'clock in the morning, the residential buildings near the Prime Minister's Mansion had been cleared out. A large number of snipers were lurking on the upper floors of the houses to control every street. The soldiers patrolling the intersections came one after another without a moment's rest.
In the further blocks, tens of thousands of red sleeve bands came out to sort out the chaotic Naha neighborhood over and over again. All gambling halls, brothels, and underground opium dens were temporarily closed, and even restaurants and teahouses were temporarily closed. They have also been assigned permanent personnel by the Red Sleeve Band.
Looking at the port again, those cargo ships that did not have time to enter the port yesterday were helplessly anchored in the open sea. Merchant ships in the port were not allowed to set sail no matter how urgent the time was.
Flying in the sky are falcons provided by the Oroqen people. Flying doves during these days is absolutely prohibited. Police are on duty 24 hours a day in major telegraph rooms. No one is allowed to send telegrams without a warrant from the Prime Minister's Office.
Looking at the sea, Ryukyu's warships were out in full force, patrolling back and forth around the island. Insiders knew that these warships had already brought double the ammunition base as usual, and they were prepared for actual combat.
The people of Ryukyu must have seen the world. As soon as they saw this posture, they knew that there was definitely a big drama in the Prime Minister's Mansion. When everyone met, they said mysteriously, "Brothers, please drink less today. Maybe there will be new news in the middle of the night." It’s out of the oven, I will definitely not rub sand in my eyes..."
"That's right, there were children setting off firecrackers on Nancheng Iron Street, and they were warned by the red sleeve banders. Don't tell me that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, something big is definitely happening!"
The whole city is in an inexplicable mood of anxiety. Although pubs, teahouses, and theaters are still open, and the main commercial streets are still selling New Year's goods, people are in a state of confusion that they cannot explain, and they are not living the new year at all.
The guests of the Prime Minister's Mansion had already arrived at eight o'clock in the morning. As a result, the door was closed tightly and no news was delivered. Until noon, afternoon, and evening, no one heard any celebratory music coming from the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The people did not wait for the fireworks show that was supposed to be held every year. The men sat around in the tavern, drank half a catty of rice wine and ate side dishes to pass the time. After chatting for a few words, they turned their attention to the direction of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In every house, the children waiting for the fireworks show were crying anxiously. They kept asking their mothers why the Prime Minister hadn't ordered the fireworks to be set off. When asked, the annoyed mother slapped her twice on the buttocks and forced the children to wash their hands. Go to sleep.
Until around 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, people did not wait for Chou Yinmo to come out. The drunken men returned home and fell asleep, and the whole city gradually fell into silence.
Only the soldier whose name stood guard like a sculpture on the street still proved that the entire city was still under a high state of martial law.
In the nearest private house to the Prime Minister's Mansion, there is a small three-story building. This was originally the show building of a silk merchant's wife, but because of its very important location, it was temporarily requisitioned by the Prime Minister's Mansion. The sniper immediately brought a full set of equipment. Hidden behind a window, a scope monitors the neighborhood for which he is responsible.
It was already late at night, and his deputy observer brought him a freshly prepared late-night snack. In the tinplate lunch box wrapped in cotton, there was soft stewed beef with potatoes, and underneath was the solid Siamese fragrant rice.
When he opened the lunch box, the smell of fragrant meat and rice went straight to his nose. Ma Hui took a big mouthful with a spoon and swallowed it. It was so fragrant that he almost swallowed his tongue.
"What's the craftsmanship of Fatty Sanlian? You just have a good heart. It's really hard for you to come all the way!"
The deputy observer smiled and said, "It's okay, master, didn't you say that Fatty Sanlianma is a Muslim like you? The meat he buys is bought through special channels, and the imams have recited scriptures. You can eat this meat." Comfortable..."
Ma Hui knew that the deputy had good intentions, and the brothers were not polite to each other. He dug into the beef rice with an iron spoon and swallowed it in his stomach.
"Brother Ma! What on earth are you doing in the Prime Minister's Mansion? It's already twelve o'clock, why haven't you guarded the door yet? There's no movement at all, and it doesn't look like a celebration party!"
"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask! We are soldiers, and it is our duty to obey orders! Don't say this to others in the future, and be careful to let the military police focus on you..."
The deputy stuck out his tongue and did not dare to speak. He picked up the telescope and continued to perform the task. At this time, Ma Hui looked at his pocket watch and found that the hour hand had pointed to one o'clock in the morning.
At this moment, the deputy suddenly whispered, "Sir, look! The door is open! The door of the Prime Minister's Mansion is open... It's the Prime Minister's Guards! And Chief Ye Qiu..."
Ma Hui grabbed the telescope and took a closer look. It was Ye Qiu who rushed out with the Prime Minister's guards. At the same time, a group of attendants from the Prime Minister's Mansion rushed out. They began to hang brand new red lanterns on the outer wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
There were already a lot of lanterns on the street outside the Prime Minister's Mansion. Unexpectedly, the Prime Minister's Mansion took out double the number of red lanterns and hung them up. The festive atmosphere suddenly became stronger.
"Sure enough, the door is open, something good is happening! The Prime Minister's Mansion has something good to announce... Look, the Prime Minister's Guards have started posting notices on the bulletin boards at all intersections!"
At one o'clock in the morning on the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Chinese Code of Law was finally promulgated in Ryukyu, and the whole city woke up from its slumber almost instantly.
The first to know the news were the policemen and the red-sleeved guards who were on duty in three shifts. They looked at the prime minister's guards in uniforms holding thick rolls of paper and carrying big buckets of glue appearing at every street entrance.
The brush was dipped in paste and painted on the bulletin board, and then the huge announcement was posted on it.
"My fellow villagers, hurry up and take a look! Then notify the neighbors! The Prime Minister issued the Chinese code. From now on, we are all Chinese..."
"What? Who is a Chinese?" People asked in confusion.
But the soldiers in the prime minister's guard had no time to explain, "I don't have time to talk. It's all in vernacular. You can understand it at a glance. I have to go to the next street corner..."
The busy guards ran forward in a hurry, leaving only the citizens beside the torches and lanterns staring at the bulletin board in stunned silence.
"The establishment of the Chinese ethnic group...six nobility and eighteen ranks...abolition of the title of emperor...abolition of the four-people division of scholars, peasants, industry and commerce and the implementation of the three-people system...Oh my God! This, this, this, what is this..."
"No, I have to tell my family!"
