"Are you going?"
"Of course, I'm going. I heard that the best trees in the plaza were all taken by the students from the West City. If we are late, I'm afraid we won't be able to see anything."
"I don't want to go, but there definitely won't be any business in the market. Shh … Look at the officials at the management office. I shouldn't have said that."
"Let's go. Our empire hasn't had such a big event for many years."
"Who said that? I participated in the celebration ceremony after the big explosion 20 years ago. That scene …"
"Don't say so much. Everyone, let's go together. Let's go together."
"Let's go together! Let's go together! "
Listening to the excited conversations of the nearby people, a trace of disgust and helplessness flashed across Aunt Susan's chubby face. Looking at the people rushing out of the market like fish that had eaten drugs, she could not help but curse in a low voice in annoyance. Wiping the dust stains on her hands on her apron, she walked to the management office and took a small flag that was distributed to her. Stepping on the mud and cigarette butts, she joined the crowd.
Today, the city's underground transportation system was all open for free. People from all over the city were continuously sent to the empty square of the Arc de Triomphe. It didn't take long for the people from the slums in the northwest to enter the sea of people that was faintly moving.
Susan looked at the small flag in her hand. She felt that the black hibiscus flower on the flag was a little dazzling. The hand that was holding the flag was sweaty and uncomfortable. She was like a puppet, waving the flag mechanically along with the excited people around her. However, she kept cursing in her heart.
Today was the 723rd year of the Empire's Hibiscus Dynasty.
The nobles' rebellion that caused a commotion a few days ago had been completely quelled. According to the imperial edict, a small number of ambitious nobles took advantage of the fact that the enemy of the Federation was closing in to launch a barbaric rebellion against the Glorious Imperial Family. In this rebellion, the respected military minister of the Empire, Prince Bai Wu, heroically sacrificed himself. Li Ban Star's governor, Ke Baoning, bravely sacrificed himself for the country. Now that the rebellion had been quelled, it was time to punish the evil of those ambitious nobles.
His Majesty, the great Emperor, summoned the citizens of Tianjing Planet from all walks of life to the Triumphal Arch Plaza to witness this righteous trial.
After a long period of silence and anxious anticipation, it was finally time for the gallows to be erected. Looking at the primitive black gallows being lifted up by cranes and the noble criminals with black cloth covering their heads being escorted out by the soldiers, the sea of people suddenly let out the first wave of cheers. With the center of the square as the center, a wave formed by heads rose one after another and spread out.
A pale-faced and haggard noble was escorted to the gallows. After taking off his black mask, he was not used to the light in the gloomy day. He narrowed his eyes and looked around in fear, but he was even more frightened by the countless excited faces of the civilians around the gallows. He wanted to say something, but no words came out.
The Empire's Chief Judge passionately read the verdict, and then without any pause, the crisp metal door opened. The noble fell straight into the circular hole, and the black noose around his neck was pulled taut.
Since the start of the execution, the crowd of spectators in the square had maintained absolute silence. It had been many years since they had seen such a vivid and bloody execution scene. The crowd's expectations were high and did not fall. It was not until this scene that they seemed to have woken up. They seemed to have clearly heard the sound of the noose ruthlessly breaking the nobleman's vertebrae. They could not help but shout excitedly.
Aunt Susan looked at the gallows in the distance with a complicated expression and couldn't help but close her eyes.
The nobles were executed one after another. Their necks were broken by the black noose, and they stopped breathing. Every time the black noose was pulled taut, and every time the noble's body fell down heavily, it would cause the tens of thousands of people in the square to shout excitedly.
Especially when the noblewomen were executed, the emotions of the people in the square were extremely excited. The sweaty male commoners, the poor, and the untouchables widened their eyes as they watched the noblewomen's jade-white calves kick in the air in vain, twitching until they became quiet, as if they were watching an exciting private performance in broad daylight. They couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction, but their faces immediately changed into a mask of shyness, timidity, and pity.
Aunt Susan was pushed around by the excited crowd. Looking at the young ladies of the noble families who were hung, she tightened her grip on the Black Hibiscus Flag. She pursed her lips tighter and tighter, and her thick eyebrows tighter and tighter. She let out a real sigh in her heart.
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The trial was over. Aunt Susan rubbed her slightly dizzy forehead and walked to the subway entrance listlessly. It was the imperial edict for the civilians to come to watch the trial, and the Royal Family Flag that she was holding was an anti-distribution item of the Federation. She had to come. However, she didn't need to participate in the parade later, and she didn't want to.
On the way back to the market by public transport, she saw tens of thousands of young men of the Empire marching outside the car window. Those boys were waving flags, shouting slogans like "Long Live His Majesty" and "Punish the traitors". They were fanatically walking through the streets and alleys of the city.
Aunt Susan walked into the muddy streets and bought a lot of cheap vegetables from the market. After paying the principal and interest for this month's quota, she carried the vegetables back to her shabby courtyard and handed them to the pair of hands that reached out from the side room. At the same time, she took a batch of goods from the pair of hands that needed to be sold and put them on her three-wheeled electric scooter.
After carefully checking the quantity of the goods, Aunt Susan found that something was wrong. She finally couldn't help but burst out in anger. She put her hands on her bucket-like waist and scolded the person next to her, "You are so clumsy. You can't even do a simple job like assembling a few broken machines. Do you think I feed you for free? I don't know how expensive you are … "
Aunt Susan suddenly thought of something and stopped scolding. She glanced at the entrance of the courtyard vigilantly, spat on the ground, and started the electric scooter to drive out of the courtyard.
Today, Aunt Susan was a rude woman who lived in the slums of the capital. She relied on selling pirated video players and the Empire's minimum wage to survive. Many years ago, she was also a delicate noble lady. She had a pair of jade-like legs like those noble ladies on the gallows in the square today.
Her parents, who were middle-class nobles, were secretly executed because they were involved in a struggle between the six departments of the Empire. She, who was lucky enough to survive, and she and her brother depended on each other in the only house left by the family. Later, her firm and gentle brother bravely joined the Imperial expeditionary force in order to restore the glory of the family. However, many years later, Susan welcomed the bad news that her brother violated military discipline and was executed.
The last house of the family could no longer be preserved. Susan, who had a hard life, fell into the slums. She was extremely lucky to meet a husband who loved her and cared for her. However, after only three years of marriage, her husband fell ill and died, leaving only her and her son to depend on each other.
The noble lady who would frown when she stepped on small pebbles in her gorgeous dancing shoes, under the merciless grinding of fate, became an auntie with a shrewish character, a bucket-like waist, and hard-soled imitation military boots. She could step on the muddy water in the market and make the sound of splashing water.
The strong or obese body pressed on the small electric scooter looked funny, but for some reason, it was also sad.
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In the market, a fierce quarrel broke out again with the male competitors. Relying on her superior lung capacity and extremely filthy verbal attack, Aunt Susan won another victory. She successfully occupied the best mobile stall in the market, sold two pirated video and audio players, and then gave 60% of the profit to the market management office and the tattooed hooligans with both hands. She beamed with joy and offered 60% of the profit to the market management office and the tattooed hooligans with both hands.
She wanted to live, and she wanted to live with her son. She needed to quarrel day after day, she needed to succeed day after day, and she needed to give her hard-earned money to those parasites with a smile every day.
However, every time she returned to the dilapidated small courtyard late at night, the energy in her strong body would be completely consumed by these successful quarrels and smiles. Aunt Susan was extremely tired.
In the dark alley, she leaned weakly against the courtyard door. Thinking of the argument with the old guy in the afternoon, thinking of the dirty words that she didn't dare to let her son hear, and thinking of the reservedness of her teenage years, she couldn't help but raise her calloused hands, covered her weathered cheeks, and slowly squatted down.
Oh, what a life it was.
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For a hard life, memories were a luxury that could only be found once in a while. Even sadness was a luxury, because it would make life more difficult. Aunt Susan stubbornly stood up straight, patted the dust on her big buttocks, murmured a few words in a low voice, and then turned around and walked into her small courtyard.
Her life still had hope, and her well-behaved and sensible son, who was studying at the Second University in the capital. Her difficult life was no longer all gray and black because of that boy.
According to her income, it was absolutely impossible for her to pay the expensive tuition fees of the Second University. Fortunately, His Majesty had promoted the Equal Education Program, which allowed excellent students like her son to have the right to study for free and equal. Because of this, Aunt Susan, who deeply hated the Imperial Family for half of her life, quickly forgave His Majesty.
After parking the scooter, she climbed up the small attic with difficulty. She had become a rude but kind woman. With her arms akimbo and her index finger as thick as a branch, she angrily scolded the black-haired young man who was in a daze deep in the dark room, "How many have you assembled in the past four hours? How can there be such a stupid person like you? "
The black-haired young man bitterly rubbed his face. Those faint scars were no longer clear. He looked at the sturdy woman at the door and helplessly explained in a low voice, "I told you yesterday that the goods your boss gave you were not right. There was a problem with the model of the spinner on the bayonet, and I couldn't screw it at all. I had to polish them one by one. Of course, it took a long time."
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