"When did your son, Luo An, hear your conversation?" Erdoğan's expression had gradually calmed down. He even looked a little stupefied.
"Luo An?" Chief Hutus was stunned when he heard his son's name. He looked at Erdoğan's face suspiciously, then he seemed to understand something.
"Where is Luo An? Find him! "Hutus, the village chief, began to shout to his surroundings. Everyone looked around, but Luo An was nowhere to be seen. Some people looked at each other, while others lowered their heads in silence.
Chief Hutus grew even more anxious. He yelled at the group of people, "If you see him, tell me immediately. If I don't find Luo An by the time I get home, you will suffer for not reporting what you know. "
Hearing this majestic threat, the villagers were finally moved. The guards looked at each other. One of them was a little timid, but he had to say, "I saw him heading towards the city."
"When?" Chief Hutus heard the worst answer. He stepped forward and glared at the guard.
"Probably when the sun had just reached the treetops, and you were gathering the people," the guard quickly replied.
"Why didn't you stop him?" Chief Hutus could not help but roar.
"He's your son. Who would dare to stop him?" The guard spoke the truth.
The chief wanted to continue his anger, but he had to calm down after hearing the guard's words. The guard was right. Who would dare to stop the chief's son, even a young one? If someone dared to do so, the village chief would definitely make that person suffer the consequences.
Worried about his son, the chief turned around and asked Erdoğan, "Where is my son? Where did you see him? "
"Your son heard that you were going to attack the city with your men and kill everyone in the city. He ran to the city to tell his teacher, who is on good terms with him. He wanted the teacher to leave the city, "Erdoğan answered calmly.
The chief was shocked at first, but he quickly realized that Erdoğan was not lying. Just like the other kids, his son, Luo An, liked the teacher that China had sent to the village. If Luo An had really heard about the Village Chief's incitement to kill all the Chinese people and seize everything from the Chinese people, then it wouldn't be strange for the child to run away and let the Chinese teacher escape. Frustration and anger surged in Erdogan's heart. However, Erdogan instinctively noticed that the villagers were looking at him with doubt and dissatisfaction. Under such circumstances, Being Hutus instinctively roared at Erdogan. "And then? And then? "
"Nothing much, Luo An has already been killed," Erdoğan replied coldly.
The Village Chief was stunned for a moment, then asked in a doubtful tone, "You killed Luo An? You killed my son!! "
Erdoğan only snorted but did not reply. However, the village chief Hutus, who finally understood that his son was killed, roared furiously, "You killed my son?!"
"Good kill! How could they not kill a person who betrayed the villagers? Is there any other rule for a traitor like him apart from killing him? "An old man next to the village chief spoke with a deep voice before the Village Chief completely lost his mind.
While all were bewildered by these two opinions, the old man raised his eyes to heaven, and, in the solemn tone of the leader of the five daily prayers, began to recite: "Judge justly for the people, and do not follow the lusts of Allah, lest they lead you astray from the way of Allah; and the traitor from the way of Allah will be severely punished for forgetting the Day of Reckoning."
"To those who do not believe, He will make you inherit their lands, houses, properties, and the lands you have yet to step on. Allah is omnipotent in all things. "
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When one person sang, a hundred people echoed. As the scripture that had been preached was chanted by all the villagers, the doubts of the villagers were resolved by the scripture. These areas were not part of the Min dynasty, so no one spoke about the concept of "specific analysis of specific problems" that the Min dynasty had been working hard to establish for a long time. In this land, the scripture was the only standard to explain a problem.
Seeing that the villagers were of the same mind, he stopped chanting and turned to the young Erdogan, "Erdogan, you executed the traitors for the sake of Allah. You did well."
Erdogan knew the old man was the Village Chief's uncle, the one who had lost in the struggle for the position of Village Chief. However, not only did the old man survive his brother, he even tried to seize the power of religion in the village through missionary activities. Erdogan didn't feel happy about the struggle in the village. He just stared at the village chief. Even when the Village Chief faced the situation where his uncle was trying to seize the power of religion in the village, he was still able to hold the power of the village firmly. Such a person was far more dangerous than someone who could only rely on the power of religion.
"Erdogan, thank you for saving the lives of the villagers. If the China knew about our plan, they would probably hang us outside their city gates. Thank you. " The Village Chief Hutus was indeed not an ordinary person. Seeing the change in the situation, he immediately changed his attitude. The Village Chief looked like he was about to eat someone was gone. Instead, he looked like he was looking at a meritorious official. The change was too fast for Erdogan to accept.
"We can't wait any longer. Allah has given us this land that flows with milk and honey. As for the non-believers, He has given us their land, houses, properties, and the land we have yet to step foot on. Allah is omnipotent in all things! "The Village Chief's uncle did not seem to want his nephew to exercise the authority of the Village Chief. He once again raised his voice, quoting from the scriptures.
"The honey has been transported to the cities in China, and the milk has been taken by the Chinese. Have you forgotten the taste of honey and milk? "the old man yelled at the villagers.
Many of the villagers could not help but swallow when faced with such a realistic question. After the Chinese started beekeeping, the villagers might not like bees, but they had tasted the sweetness of alfalfa honey. The Chinese used alfalfa to raise large herds of cattle, so milk was not out of reach.
"All the wealth has been gathered in the castle by the Chinese. Milk, honey, cloth, food, medicine! Everything we want has been stored in the castle by the Chinese. These were promised to us by Allah in the first place! Destroy the Chinese castle, and we can prove our loyalty to Allah. " After shouting the realistic questions, the old man shouted with all his might in a tone as sacred as possible, "As for the non-believers, He has given us their land, houses, properties, and the land we have yet to step foot on!"
"Oh! Oh! "A portion of the villagers followed suit.
"Lord Mahdi has already told us the date of the attack. Today! We will take up our weapons and destroy the Chinese castle. We will kill all the Chinese inside! "the old man shouted while the iron was hot.
"Oh! Oh! "more villagers shouted.
In the midst of the passionate shouting, someone asked weakly, "Will Lord Mahdi really give us the land?"
The old man immediately frowned and shouted, "What did you say?"
That villager looked like the weaker type. After being shouted at, he seemed even more timid. But even so, this weak-looking fellow insisted on his stand, "After this war, will you really give me the land?"
"Of course!" The old man shouted at the top of his lungs, "This is not only a promise from Lord Mahdi, but also the will of Allah. Kill all the non-believers, and all the land will belong to us believers! "
The weak-looking fellow did not immediately agree after hearing the old man's words. He turned to the village chief, "Village chief, will you definitely give us the land?"
The village chief frowned. It was obvious that he did not want to answer this question. But the current situation did not allow him to delay. The village chief turned his face away and did not look at his uncle. He faced the villagers and shouted, "This time, the land will be divided according to the Chinese's. I will give you the land according to the Chinese's! "
This solution was obviously supported by the crowd. Amidst a wave of cheers, the villagers raised the weapons in their hands. Some were swords, while others were sickles used for farming.
"Go! Don't let other villages get ahead of us! We need to go near the castle first. Everyone, be alert. We must let Lord Mahdi's men see us. " After the village chief shouted, he pulled out his Arabic scimitar and raised it in the air. Then, he held it in his right hand and walked out.
Seeing that the village chief ignored him, Erdogan knew that the village chief hated him. He did not rashly follow the village chief. He planned to wait for the main group to leave before following the last group. Just as Erdogan was trying to avoid the limelight, an arm was pulled over. The village chief's uncle grabbed Erdogan's arm and smiled with his mouth missing a few teeth. "Erdogan, you're coming with me. There are not many people like you who are so devoted to Allah. "
Erdogan frowned. He knew that the old man was talking about him killing children. In fact, Erdogan did not want anyone to mention this matter. Even if he had his own faith in Allah, Erdogan did not think that killing children was something to be proud of.
Feeling unhappy, Erdogan wanted to avoid the old man. Unexpectedly, the old man grabbed Erdogan's shoulder so tightly that he could not easily break free.
The old man grabbed Erdogan's arm and said, "Erdogan, look at how old I am. Don't you want to help me walk? My children have already left with Lord Mahdi. Do you have the heart to see an old man like me walk away alone? "
Looking at the old man's appearance, Erdogan's heart softened. Moreover, more than half of the crowd had passed. If he did not keep up, he would fall behind. Erdogan had no intention of being ostracized by the group. He could only hold the old man's shoulder and walk into the group.
Next to Erdogan, the villagers were happily discussing. "All this land is ours. We can have milk and honey!"
"Yes! Yes! If we sell all this milk and honey, we will become rich! "The villagers next to them echoed excitedly.
Erdogan smiled bitterly inside. The Chinese who popularized the bees had indeed taken away most of the honey. As for the milk, it was also taken away by the Chinese. However, the Chinese had their own sales channels to sell the milk and honey to further places. Now, if the villagers did not have their own sales channels, the milk and honey could only be left for themselves. Wanting to sell it was just a dream.
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