The people of Fengyang City continued to kneel on both sides of the street, a dense and silent crowd.
"Disperse. I presume that everyone has many things that they need to do to make a living," Chen Changsheng said.
After passing through that small village at the base of Mount Han, he had gained experience in accepting the prostration of the masses, but he was still somewhat unaccustomed to it.
To put it another way, 'unaccustomed' meant bashful or shy, so his voice was somewhat soft, making it impossible for many people to hear.
"Quickly disperse! Those who need to open their businesses should open their businesses, those who need to go to work should go to work, and those who need to go to school should go to school!"
Tang Thirty-Six shouted at the crowd.
His voice was very loud, his expression natural. It was like he was the one that was Pope.
Naturally, no one listened to him.
Very quickly, the magistrate of Fengyang County ordered his troops to maintain order.