"Look, we're going on a red mission again!"
In the teahouse, the wealthy businessman Liu Ye shook off the front page of that day's Yingtian Times with a smile on his face.
He smiled and said to the idle people around Wuyang Wuyang, "My mother, peel off your skin and light the sky lantern!" Liu Ye was exclaiming, but his eyes were full of gloating, "These officials who are raised by slaves should be killed!
All the official warehouses in Yangzhou were sold out, and the officials and gentry colluded to squeeze money from the people!"
As he spoke, he put down the newspaper in his hand and drank a sip of strong tea happily, "Long Live Lord decrees that all the officials and local gentry involved in the case will be escorted to Beijing and sentenced to death."
"At that time, the officials above the sixth rank in Beijing, as well as the scholars from the Imperial College, must go to the scene to see it with their own eyes!"
"Huh!" Everyone around them gasped, and their hearts trembled when they heard it.
"Hiss..." The more Liu Ye said it, the more beautiful he felt in his heart, "Everyone, this is not beheading! Beheading is to cut the head into a different place with one knife, skin it and light the sky lantern, old Lingchi, it is one knife after another.
....."
At this point, he began to show off again, "When I was young, Mr. Liu, I was catching up with the empty seal case of our Ministry of Household Affairs in the Ming Dynasty... There were so many people killed, three to four hundred a day, killing
More than a month..."
"I saw it with my own eyes. Those corrupt officials asked the executioner to tie him to a pillar, cut open the back of the head with a knife, and then peel off the skin bit by bit, just like peeling off window paper..."
"And Ling Chi, who was tied to death with a fishing net, and his flesh was protruding. The executioner held a knife, and each piece was as sharp as eating a roast leg of lamb..."
"Hiss..." There were panicked sounds all around.
"After stabbing the person, he still can't die. He must stab him with 3,600 knives. If the person dies in the middle, the executioner will kill him..."
Suddenly, a boy next to him asked in confusion, "What's the matter with the executioner?"
"My craftsmanship is not good!" Liu Ye said, "I killed the criminal!"
The boy was even more puzzled, "criminals deserve to die..."
"You have to decide how to die!" Mr. Liu said sternly, "This kind of exploiting people's wealth and anointing dog officials from the people. How happy he is when he is reaping the benefits, how painful he should be before he dies..." As he said this,
, with a hint of ferocity in the corner of his mouth, "Death is a process. He must be filled with pain and regret in the final process, so that he understands that the reason why he suffered such a cruel crime is not the fault of others, but all his own fault!"
"This...is the purpose of capital punishment!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings were full of contemplative expressions.
"But..." Nearby, on the periphery of the crowd, an old boy sitting in a teahouse eating broad beans and drinking cheap rice wine said, "But it's too cruel! If you break the law, you can just kill him, why bother torturing people like this?
Well...it hurts Renhe..."
"Renhe?" Mr. Liu almost jumped up as if a rat's tail had been stepped on, "Oh, it would be unkind to impose the death penalty on these dog officials? Have you ever thought about the people whose families were ruined by these dog officials?"
As he spoke, he looked at the old boy sarcastically, "Have you ever farmed? Do you know where food comes from? Do you know what food is?"
Old Tong Sheng blushed at the rebuke and whispered, "Why don't you know..."
"Since you know this, you should know that food is the life of the people!" Liu Ye said loudly, "How much food can a family of four or five people harvest in a year from a few acres of thin farmland? Let me tell you, I have lived in the countryside."
"After paying the royal rations, two meals a day, one dilute and one dry, are enough to burn high damn incense! These dog officials, the officials and gentry just don't pay the rations, but they have to sell more at a lower price, and the difference is borne by the people.
Go ahead and increase the amount of money when it comes to collecting food..."
"Taking food from the people's mouths means taking their lives! The more they take, the less the people eat."
"What should we do if we can't eat?" Mr. Liu said loudly, "Have you ever seen a girl who drowned after giving birth? Have you ever seen a girl who sold her children and pawned their wives? Have you ever seen a family of young and old being forced to do nothing?
Did the whole family hang themselves? Have you ever seen a good family forced to run away and beg for food?"
Mr. Liu's voice got louder and louder as he spoke, "This capital is under the emperor's feet, and we people in the capital have never suffered. No matter how hard life is, we can still eat rice and white flour. Even if we are extremely poor, we still have multi-grain steamed buns."
"But do you know how people in the countryside live their lives? After working hard for a year, they can't even bear to eat a grain of food they sweat and sweat, so they pay for it!"
"If you let these dog officials exploit you again, what will be left? Let me tell you, I have lived in the countryside. The bran that is fed to the livestock in the capital city is the food mixed with the grain by the common people in the countryside..."
"Oh, is he cruel to a dog official? He is not cruel when the people are starving? He has made enough money, bullied the people enough, enjoyed the glory and wealth enough, and after the incident, he will be stabbed in the head..."
"He died without even feeling the pain! But who knows, when people starve, it will be more uncomfortable than death..."
The old boy frowned and retorted, "What you mentioned happened in the past, and it was all in bad times. Now in the prosperous Ming Dynasty, life is getting better day by day. Even the people in the countryside, most people can have enough food and clothing.
..."
"I spit in your face!" Liu Ye scolded, "If the year is good, there will be no officials and gentry colluding to oppress the people and put the people's food in their own pockets!"
"A case by case..." the old boy said, shaking his head, "You are too general!"
"Master Liu, Master Liu, please take a sip of tea to moisten your body and calm down your anger!" The young man knew something was going on. When he saw this, he quickly stood between the two of them and poured new tea for Master Liu. "The emperor's killing of corrupt officials has nothing to do with us.
, are you worthy of being so angry?"
"Why is it irrelevant!" Mr. Liu glared at him, "At least it made us common people feel so bad!"
"You have a true temperament!" someone nearby praised.
Master Liu was holding a tea bowl, "This is how I live my life! If you don't like it, tell me, if you annoy me, I'll scold you..." As he spoke, he glanced at the man holding his identity and sipping rice wine.
Lao Tongsheng, "It's not like some people who don't do anything but pretend to be a big fucking wolf all day long!"
Ahem...
Lao Tongsheng choked on his throat with a mouthful of rice wine. He wanted to squirt it but he couldn't bear it and swallowed it down.
"Everyone, don't look at the fact that the Yingtian Times is talking about Yangzhou, but there is one sentence that makes the world as dark as crows!" Mr. Liu said to the people around him, "This official warehouse is so fat. What do you think?
, even rats know there’s plenty to eat there, let alone people?”
"Don't talk about the distance, let's talk about Okura in the capital outside Shuimen Pass. Believe it or not, there are still people who are lining their own pockets..."
"You can't, the emperor is at your feet..." someone said.
"Emperor?" Mr. Liu curled his lips, "The emperor is the Buddha in the Forbidden City. He is there for people to see! When you leave the Forbidden City, you will fool people until their eyesight is black!"
"Don't believe it!" Mr. Liu said again, "There is such a person, I won't say who he is! He is a clerk in charge of the warehouse in Ocang, the capital..." As he spoke, he pinched his fingernails.
He added, "He is just such a small official as big as a sesame seed. He is not even an official."
"Hey, they bought two second-level houses behind Beiwenmiao Street... Do you know the price of the houses there? The second-level houses cost at least 300 silver dollars each, not counting the ones inside.
furniture......."
"What's the annual salary of a petty official? It's not much more than that of a waiter in a teahouse..."
The young boy smiled and said, "Sixth Master, I don't have any money to take it!"
"Then your fucking work is in vain. Will I give you food and shelter?" Mr. Liu rolled his eyes, "It's so easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree. That little official guarded the big warehouse in the capital for a year.
The amount of money he paid for tea when the grain truck came in and out was more than what I had to do for a year of hard work!"
"Not to mention the old grain! The oil is about to go bad? There are edamame cakes..."
"Let's just say that these hairy bean cakes are listed as losses and throwaway items in the government's account books! Are they really thrown away?"
"The books were thrown away. They divided them up privately and sold them to those who feed the livestock. It was a huge amount of income..."
"Woo..." The people around him exclaimed with their ears pricked up, as if they were listening to a story, and their eyes widened.
"There are also sacks containing grain!" Liu Ye added, "Sack bags are not cheap, right? Ordinary people can use a sack until they die, right? But in official accounts, it is a one-time use!"
"After entering the grain depot and taking out the grain, what should I do if empty sacks pile up like mountains? Isn't it money to sell them to someone selling sacks?"
"Then..." the boy suddenly interrupted and asked, "What if we have to use sacks to carry food in the future?"
This chapter has been completed!