In the Denwen Drum Courtyard, four government officials had already taken up their positions.
There is a bench placed in front of Denwen Drum. A government official is carefully inspecting the bench. There is a government official on the left and right holding a thick board. The government official who just opened the door is responsible for counting the boards.
"Tan Juzi, let me ask you one last time, do you have any regrets?"
Without saying a word, Tan Hanchi took off his outer robe, leaned down on the bench resolutely, and grasped the legs of the bench with both hands.
"let's start."
When everyone saw Tan Hanchi being so calm and fearless, they couldn't help but feel admiration and fear at the same time.
Thirty blows will kill someone!
The yamen servant shook his head, leaned over Tan Hanchi and groped around to make sure there was no obstruction, then raised his hand and waved:
"Today, Tan Hanchi, a scholar from Zhuozhou, wants to beat the Dengwen drum. According to the laws of the Yong Dynasty, anyone who beats the Dengwen drum will have a thirty-year staff and his life or death will be determined by his fate!"
"Hold the stick, rise and fall!"
Snapped!
An extremely dull slapping sound sounded, shocking everyone's hearts.
Everyone's faces were full of fear, but they saw Tan Hanchi biting a piece of white cloth and didn't even make a sound.
Qiao Jiaojiao's whole body jumped, and she suddenly couldn't bear it.
[It’s so miserable, Tan Hanchi is so miserable. 】
Bang bang bang——
After several boards came down, Tan Hanchi saw blood on his buttocks, and it spread on his snow-white pants, which was shocking.
Qiao Diyi clenched his hands tightly, really afraid that Tan Hanchi wouldn't be able to survive.
After fifteen consecutive strokes, the government officials stopped.
By this time, Tan Hanchi was pale and sweating profusely.
The yamen servant who was counting the boards knelt down, approached Tan Hanchi who was breathing heavily, and asked with a look of dismay:
"Tan Juzi, this is the last chance. If you say stop, you will give up."
"The fifteen sticks in the back are not as comfortable as the ones in front."
This yamen officer is really kind-hearted.
After all, it must have taken ten years of hard study to be able to pass the examination.
If you wait a little longer, you may be able to become a Jinshi or even an official in the next spring.
Tan Hanchi was grateful, but his determination was firm and could no longer be shaken.
"continue......."
Tan Hanchi bit the white cloth and said vaguely.
The yamen servant sighed softly and was about to wave when two people suddenly ran out from the back hall.
"Brother Mu, let's replace him! After playing fifteen boards, their hands are also sore."
It turns out that the yamen servant who counted the boards was named Mu.
He frowned slightly, "Aren't you two taking turns today?"
The two of them were used to cheating and cheating, but there were never times when they were so active.
The two people looked at each other and said, "Didn't I hear that someone was going to beat the drum and came here in a hurry?"
"Change people, change people. If you can't wait for one in the past seven or eight years, let's give it a try."
As he said that, he couldn't wait to grab the board.
When Qiao Jiaojiao saw this, her heart suddenly thought!
[These two people were definitely bribed by Duke Qing to put Tan Hanchi to death! 】
She looked around eagerly, and suddenly she saw Sheng Mingcheng, who had squeezed to the front.
He was seen clenching his hands tightly in front of him, with a ferocious expression on his face, staring at Tan Hanchi closely.
[Sheng Mingcheng is here too! This little bitch looks ill-intentioned! 】
Qiao Diyi patted Qiao Jiaojiao comfortingly and gestured to the crowd, and soon a strong voice rang out.
"Why are you so willing to change someone when you're playing the game?"
"What's the matter? The old man can't even swing thirty boards?"
"After all, I am a public servant. If you don't have the ability, give up your position as soon as possible! I have a lot of strength, I can even swing a hundred boards!"
"That's right! Didn't you see that the move was already in unbearable pain? Are you still stalling for time here, not deliberately trying to drag someone to death?"
"He had a grievance and was forced to have no other choice before he thought about beating the drum. Now that the drum has not been beaten yet, he wants to torture him to death!"
"That's right! Then isn't this Dengwen Drum useless in name only?"
Several people coaxed together, and the crowd that originally sympathized with the weak instantly became excited.
"Don't change people, keep going!"
"To redress grievances, we, the common people, cannot be left with no place to redress!"
"It's too much, I can barely hold on to that move!"
Seeing that public opinion was boiling, Mu Yamen's expression suddenly changed.
"You two, stop making trouble and arousing public anger. Can you bear this responsibility?"
"Quick, keep going!"
The wooden yamen officer made a quick decision, and the two men holding boards also stretched out their hands to push the person away.
"Get out of the way, who said we have no strength? If we continue to make trouble, our jobs will not be saved!"
The two people who suddenly intervened looked embarrassed. Seeing that there was nothing they could do, they didn't dare to do anything too obvious, so they could only retreat to the side with expressions of reluctance.
When Sheng Mingcheng saw this, he beat his hands hard and secretly cursed "trash!"
Cold sweat dripped on his forehead, but he was still comforting himself secretly:
It doesn't matter, if you miss this level, you will have plenty of opportunities to kill him when you bring him into the palace later!
Seeing the board continue to fall, Qiao Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief.
This move to arouse public outrage was the second brother's idea. He has a simple mind, but he can see the essence of the matter clearly.
The common people just sympathize with the weak. No matter what their schemes are, they are all scum in front of the people's hearts. Even the Holy One cannot ignore the people's will!
Several boards were knocked down in succession, and the sound became sticky, like beating meat.
The white cloth in Tan Hanchi's mouth was soaked in blood, which showed that he had suffered internal injuries.
Qiao Jiaojiao's scalp was numb, and when she saw the blood dripping under the stool, she immediately turned her head.
[Tan Hanchi, if you persist a little longer, I have 60 merits left, and I will definitely save your life! 】
Qiao Jiaojiao did not hesitate to call out her Merit Mall, scrolled through it, and clicked on it——
[Restore the talisman to the original state, which can heal all injuries. The person who is struck by the talisman will be alive and kicking in an instant. The required merit points are: 120. 】
Qiao Jiaojiao's expression was twisted.
[I'll wipe it, it's so expensive...Forget it, swipe up to take a look. 】
[Hmm... This one is okay. It is a healing talisman for injured muscles and bones. It is specially designed to cure bruises and injuries caused by jumping off a cliff and hitting a board. Those who hit the talisman can have their muscles and bones intact. The required merit points are 60. 】
[It’s done, that’s it! 】
Qiao Jiaojiao is not stingy. Although her merit points have been cleared, in exchange for a great talent like Tan Hanchi, she can defeat Duke Qing, which is a profit!
Qiao Diyi listened attentively with his ears stunned, and his eyes lit up when he heard something about the "Healing Talisman for Injured Muscles and Bones".
In that compartment, the thirty boards were finally finished. Tan Hanchi had already vomited out the white cloth in his mouth, and there was a pool of bright blood on the ground, which was shocking to see.
He was slumped on the bench, looking like he was dying.
Seeing this scene, the wooden yamen servant shook his head helplessly, knelt down and said, "Tan Juren, we have finished playing thirty games."
After finishing these thirty chapters, I'm afraid I won't even have the strength to swing the drumstick in this book.
Tan Hanchi responded softly and raised his head with difficulty. This small movement hurt so much that his whole body seemed to be torn apart.
Tan Hanchi raised the corners of his mouth bitterly, and what he was thinking at this time was:
General Qiao is right, my body is indeed too useless.
At this moment, the wooden yamen servant shouted softly: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Tan Hanchi raised his head with difficulty and saw a young man wearing a draped hat walking over, holding a baby in his hand, also hidden in the wide hat.
"Master, we are Tan Juren's younger brothers and sisters. Let's go up and see him. He has endured thirty strokes. Isn't it enough for me to feed him saliva?"
When Tan Hanchi heard this, his eye sockets were slightly sore and he almost shed tears.
It's Qiao Erlang here.
"Yes... these are my younger brothers and sisters, let them come..."
