At 7:30 in the morning, groups of women began to gather at the entrance of the Nantong District Police Station.
There were young female students dressed in green blouses and skirts, as well as middle-aged women with their hair up in buns.
There were also some exceptionally tall and strong women, resembling the legendary mountaineering wives one hears in stories.
The one thing these women had in common was a red string tied around their heads.
This was considered rather low-key. Wang Yunxiao had heard from old policemen that in their craziest times, these madwomen would be decked out in red garments from head to toe, carrying long spears and short cannons, roaming the streets looking for foreigners to trouble.
Burning down churches, killing priests, not even sparing the nuns.
Of course, as the saying goes, it takes two to clap; those foreign priests knew all too well what they had done in their times.
But those days are long gone now.
