Adat was called by Cao Cao's name. In an instant, everyone around him looked over.
The eyes are searching.
His eyes were curious.
Adat, who was exposed to everyone's gaze, felt very uncomfortable, restrained, and extremely nervous. When he stood up and walked out, as soon as he took two steps, his feet gave way and he stumbled, falling to the ground.
The surrounding Tianzhu soldiers saw that countless people laughed, and they burst into laughter.
Cao Cao saw this and his expression froze.
Somewhat embarrassing.
Adat is really a waste,
Cao Cao looked at Lu Xuan and saw that Lu Xuan's expression was as usual, as if he was somewhat approving, and he felt relieved.
Lu Yu stood next to Lu Xuan and said quickly: "Father, today's complaint meeting has not yet reached the stage of criticism. But this person fell to the ground as soon as he appeared on the stage. Could it be that he got off to a bad start?"
Lu Xuan shook his head and chuckled: "This is a smooth start."
Lu Yu looked puzzled and said, "I don't understand."
Lu Xuan explained: "For a very simple reason, the most important thing about the Complaint Conference is authenticity, which must be true. The more humble and miserable the people who go up now are, the better. Therefore, his embarrassment has no impact, but it is very real." "
Lu Yu suddenly realized what he was saying.
Suddenly, he completely understood the reason.
Today’s environment requires authenticity and the most ordinary people.
When Huang Zhong, Guan Yu and other generals heard this, their faces showed curiosity.
Adat took a deep breath and when he stood up, he looked towards the stage and saw that Cao Cao was not angry or staring at him coldly. Instead, he smiled and nodded, as if encouraging him.
Adat's heart immediately cheered up.
He strode forward and came to the high platform in the front, saluted Cao Cao, and then turned to face everyone present. Looking at the dark Tianzhu people, Adat's mind felt empty for a moment.
My mind went blank and I didn't know anything.
The whole person was a little at a loss.
He licked his lips, a little anxiously, but at this time, Cao Cao's gentle voice came again: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time. Everyone below, you just treat them as strangers, birds and beasts." Insects and fish are fine too, just mind your own business. Think about how you were oppressed, how you were bullied by people from Brahmin temples, how you were oppressed by Kshatriya officials."
Adat came back to his senses instantly and regained his composure. He said, "My name is Adat."
The sound is a little slow and a little low.
However, after Adat said his name, he gained more courage and said loudly: "I am a Dalit and a villager living in Gudong Village."
"After I was born, I was called Dalit and looked down upon by many people."
"Everyone looks down on me because they think I'm dirty and think I will influence them. However, these people can't live without us. Especially King Kong Temple, a big temple near Gudong Village."
"Every month, I have to go to the temple to fetch water, cultivate the land for the temple, pull weeds, and repair the temple. But every time I go, the Brahmin monks in these temples beat me and scold me."
"Some people asked me to kneel down and be their mount, riding on me."
"The most hateful thing is that someone urinated on me in public and said they wanted to wash away the dirt on me."
"These monks and nobles have never treated me as a human being. They once took sheep bones with a lot of meat and threw them to the vicious dogs in the temple. I took a look at the thrown away meat, but was scolded by the monks. Said I was worse than a dog."
Adat spoke slowly, his voice gradually getting louder and louder.
Emotions also started to get excited.
Once upon a time, these were hidden deep in my bones and deep in my heart, and it was impossible to say them out. Because if he spoke out, he would definitely be beaten to death, and Adat did not dare to mention this.
Now, he told it in public.
When he said these words, Adat felt very nervous. But after actually saying it in front of everyone, Adat felt more comfortable than ever before.
He'd never had it so easy.
Adat's voice became louder and smoother, and he said whatever came to his mind. He continued: "I have a very profound memory of a Kshatriya official in a small town."
"The Kshatriya Lord spoke and said that he is compassionate and wants to imitate the Buddha to save the world and take care of all the poor. He will not let poor people in the town or beggar in the place."
"Then, the government officials came and drove all the beggars away."
"I was once summoned by a Kshatriya big shot to clean the big shot's house. While we were cleaning, a Shudra man had a runny nose and was beaten to death on the spot. He was said to have polluted the house. .”
"There was another one who wasn't cleaned up and was slapped ten times."
"I worked hard, so I didn't get beaten."
Adat's voice continued to speak. At the beginning, there were some comments below. But gradually, more and more people became silent, because Adats who were born as Dalits were very miserable. In fact, people who were born as Sudras and Vaishyas were also very miserable.
Everyone is miserable.
Everyone is suppressed.
Being killed is a matter of a frown or a word from a big shot.
Cao Cao originally scheduled Adat for two-quarters of an hour, but after Adat started talking, he couldn't stop. He talked for less than half an hour before it came to an end.
His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and said loudly: "The big guys of Brahmins and Kshatriyas deserve to die, they are the ones who exploited us."
After saying this, Adat felt extremely happy and felt that even if he died, his life would be worth it.
He saluted Cao Cao, got up and went down.
Cao Cao was very satisfied with Adat's complaint, because he saw the atmosphere at the scene and knew that this had completely achieved his goal.
Cao Cao prepared a lot of people, a total of thirty people, all of whom were Shudras, Vaisyas, and Dalits. However, the people who followed had less time, and no one had as long as a Dalit.
Half a day passed in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere at the scene had already heightened.
Among the Indian soldiers, common soldiers of Shudra, Vaishya and Dalit origin hated Brahmin and Kshatriya people with deep hatred. They also began to feel that it was Brahmin and Kshatriya who caused all this.
Damn these people!
Cao Cao achieved his purpose of complaining and aroused the unity of the people. He waved again and saw the soldiers escorting the Indian civil and military officials of Brahmin and Kshatriya.
There are also some Brahmin monks in the army who are responsible for preaching or restraining people.
In addition, many generals were also Kshatriyas.
A few Brahmins were generals by birth.
There were a total of 126 of these people, and they were all escorted up. No one escaped. They were neatly detained and controlled on a high platform. Thanks to the wide platform built by Cao Cao, it could easily accommodate so many people.
Cao Cao stood in front of the stage and said loudly: "Now, all Brahmins and Kshatriyas have been detained. These people who carry sins and specifically oppress you have been controlled."
"Those of you who have hatred towards them can come up and criticize them and vent their anger."
"Start in the front row and do it yourself."
"Whatever you want to say, just say it without any fear."
Cao Cao raised his voice and said loudly: "I, His Majesty the Ming Emperor, are now making decisions for you and upholding justice for you. His Majesty the Emperor not only wants to rescue you, but also rescue all the poor people in Tianzhu, and destroy Tianzhu's people." Brahmins and Kshatriyas.”
"bring it on."
Cao Cao ordered.
The Tianzhu soldier who was the first in the first row strode up, went straight to a Brahmin monk, and cursed him fiercely, because he was the one who bullied him. In the end, he even got punched before leaving.
After the first person was present, the Indian soldiers from Vaishyas, Shudras, and Dalits came up, and each one of them cursed continuously, some spat, some slapped, and some punched and kicked.
The further back they go, the more courageous the Tianzhu soldiers from humble races become.
Lu Yu saw it in his eyes, and he suddenly said: "Father, starting from Adat, the people in the beginning were more polite. But now, these Tianzhu soldiers who followed up have become more and more courageous, and they are more aggressive. More ruthless."
Lu Xuan said in a deep voice: "The people of Tianzhu's humble race are resentful from the bottom of their hearts. However, years of oppression have made them dare not resist, nor dare to look at people from the upper race to confront them."
"They don't have such courage in their bones."
"Today is about getting rid of the gods in your heart."
"After breaking down the barriers in their hearts, they will suddenly feel that the high-ranking Brahmins and Kshatriyas are also human beings. It turns out that everyone has two eyes and one mouth. It turns out that they can also look at these high-ranking people."
"These more than 60,000 ordinary people in Tianzhu are from this batch of seeds."
Lu Xuan looked expectantly and said: "Perhaps after we released these people, the vast majority of them returned to Tianzhu and remained unknown and did not dare to take further action. However, when they tasted this time, they had a feeling in their hearts. A seed, when it encounters the right soil, will blossom and bear fruit.”
Lu Yu asked: "Father, what is suitable soil?"
Lu Xuan did not answer, but asked: "What do you think is suitable soil?"
After thinking about it, Lu Yu said: "It is we, the Ming Dynasty, who are going to attack Tianzhu and support these people of the humble races in Tianzhu. It is we who are their backing. Is this their soil?"
"Yes, but not entirely right."
Lu Xuan's eyes were bright and he said: "There is another reason. Many people here will wake up because of this incident. Although most people are still timid and dare not act."
"But some of them have ideas, ambitions and ambitions, and they will start taking action."
"Without the support of Ming Dynasty, these ambitious people would not be able to achieve anything, because the power of Brahmins and Kshatriyas is too great and powerful enough to suppress everything."
“Now, with the support of the Ming Dynasty, when the Ming Dynasty’s army goes to Tianzhu, restrains King Chaori’s army, and restrains the Brahmins and Kshatriyas, and then guides these ambitious people, most Tianzhu people will slowly change. "
Lu Xuan said: "These Tianzhu people who have been baptized today will stand up. This is a soil."
"My son, I understand."
Lu Yu's eyes became brighter and brighter.
This was another newly learned knowledge. He didn't expect that a mere complaint and criticism could have so many benefits.
Really brilliant.
Lu Xuan looked at Guo Jia and said: "Fengxiao, after this criticism is over, you contact your father-in-law to select some reliable elephant soldiers and control the elephants to leave as soon as possible. Take care when you go."
"I understand!"
Guo Jia nodded solemnly in reply.
Lu Xuan stopped talking and just watched quietly.
Midway, Lu Xuan went back to rest.
In the evening, Lu Xuan came back again because the criticism was coming to an end. The Brahmins and Kshatriyas who were pulled up after the last Indian soldiers criticized them all died without exception. They were all beaten to death.
Cao Cao didn't care about the life or death of these Tianzhu high-race people. He said something more and finally said: "Finally, I would like to invite His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty to speak and talk about the next arrangements."
Lu Xuan took advantage of the situation and walked out.
Pairs of eyes also looked over, and many Tianzhu soldiers had gratitude in their eyes. Because among the crowd, there were many people like Adat, who were of low status, got good food from Lu Xuan, and were grateful to Lu Xuan from the bottom of their hearts.
The same goes for many Shudras and Vaishyas.
They were prisoners, and Lu Xuan's preferential treatment of the prisoners made countless people grateful.
