Chapter 611: A clear mirror hangs high, and there is a mountain of ironclad evidence
At the foot of the imperial city, there is infinite prosperity.
The bright sunshine shines brightly on the capital, and the red bricks and green tiles are gleaming with light. There are shops, workshops, and wine shops on both sides of the streets. The vendors setting up stalls in front of the shops add a bit of excitement to the capital. There is an endless stream of pedestrians on the streets, carrying their children.
Pedestrians hugging women, coachmen rushing to deliver goods, people stopping in shops to select goods, and scholars chatting and laughing with confident smiling faces all reflect the prosperous age of the Ming Dynasty.
Ta,ta,ta
There was a rhythmic sound of footsteps in a small alley leading to the street, and then a cool person appeared in everyone's sight. Then the bustling street suddenly became quiet, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify.
"Ouch, what's going on!"
"Damn, that's awesome, my brother."
"Gee, my eyes, these people"
Everyone raised their heads and looked at this popular man who appeared on the street. They were dumbfounded and couldn't say a few words for a long time. Then they pointed and pointed, and the street suddenly started to boil.
In everyone's sight, at the corner from the alley to the street, a figure appeared, with his bohemian style, his clothes without a belt, his majestic steps, and his strong and powerful steps on the ground while wearing nothing.
The big feet, the belt wrapped around the hands
So cool
It is simply the killer of Ming Dynasty!
subsequently
Around the corner, eight more similar killers appeared in succession, forming a long queue on the street. One kill had little impact, but the impact of a row of kills was not a simple addition, but
Growing exponentially, this neat and orderly row of killers captured the attention of everyone on the street as soon as they appeared.
The Shamate with a swollen nose and face, coupled with the person holding a knife to supervise, added to the appeal.
What's going on?
Using lynching in broad daylight? Is this a big family punishing their subordinates? Or something else?
People were pointing and talking.
Without leaving people confused for a long time, Zhu Pingan walked out from behind the Matt-killing team, walked to the front, bowed his hands to the people who were talking about it, and said: "Dear fellow villagers, my name is Zhu Pingan, I live in Xicheng District, today.
I got up early and left the house. After breakfast, I went for a walk in a nearby alley. Then these gangsters robbed me of my belongings without any reason. They thought I had too few belongings and threatened to break my legs. They also threatened to break my legs.
I broke three legs and was really ruthless. If it weren’t for the few strong men around me who passed by to save me, I, Zhu Pingan, would probably never come back today!"
Hearing this, the eight barefooted people looked at Zhu Ping'an like a fighting cock. Who robbed you of your belongings? Who thought you had too little money? How could you lie and not make a draft? However, the hunting knife passed from your waist
The cold contact feeling made them very ignorant and did not speak.
After Zhu Pingan finished speaking, he specifically asked several barefoot Shamate, "Did you just block me in the alley?", "Did you say you were going to break my legs? Did you say you were going to break them?"
Two legs?", "Did you say you wanted to break three legs again?"
On the one hand, the three questions asked by Zhu Ping'an were all true. On the other hand, because of the eager gazes of the Orions next to them, several barefoot killers nodded vigorously in agreement.
After they nodded, Zhu Pingan walked up to two of them, reached out and took out some things from their arms, including a bag of broken silver, a hairpin, a writing brush, an inkstone, and a volume of ancient books, which were obviously not
their stuff.
Facts speak louder than words. How can people doubt it after seeing it with their own eyes?
"It turns out he is really a gangster!"
"You are so unscrupulous. You robbed someone else's things and then broke their legs!"
"This is to make people cut off their children and grandchildren. It's so cruel and cruel. You deserve it!"
People's public opinion suddenly turned towards Zhu Ping'an, with all kinds of indignation towards the barefoot eight, and applause for their current situation.
Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands to everyone again, and then continued: "Thank you all for your concern. Today, I, Zhu Ping'an, was lucky enough to be rescued by some brave men. But next time, and the next time, good luck will always be with me."
Today it’s me, Zhu Ping’an, who will it be next time? Who will it be next time?”
"The existence of these hooligans has seriously threatened our personal safety! No one wants to have their property robbed and three legs broken after having breakfast, right?"
"As the saying goes, there is heaven above, and there is Shuntian below. We Shuntian people live at the foot of the imperial city. We Shuntian people are not afraid of honor or disgrace, have a peaceful atmosphere, are full of a sense of justice, are warm-hearted, understand etiquette, justice and shame, and are reasonable in doing things.
.But these people have no sense of propriety, justice and shame. They get something for nothing and enjoy it. What they do is inhumane. Their actions discredit our Shuntian!"
"So, in order to prevent my fellow villagers from repeating my tragedy, and to prevent these people from smearing the face of us Shuntian people, today I, Zhu Pingan, will turn these ruffians to the government and give us a bright future."
Zhu Pingan spoke impassionedly, as if he was from Shuntian, and his accent was full of the local dialect.
"well said."
"We can't let these scums discredit our Suncheon anymore."
"Okay, these people should be sent to the government to receive punishment."
"These people have no bottom line and are smearing our imperial city! They should be escorted to the government. Well done, we support them."
The onlookers expressed their support one after another. Zhu Ping'an's words made them agree. No one wants to be robbed or beaten while eating breakfast. Besides, we are people at the foot of the imperial city. We represent the face of the Ming Dynasty. We cannot let these scum
It smeared our face! Moreover, Zhu Ping'an's move to turn over to the government won their trust in one fell swoop.
A bright mirror hangs high, and a mountain of ironclad evidence.
People in ancient times were afraid of the government, and those who dared to see the officials had a clear conscience.
Next, Zhu Pingan asked Liu Dadao to go to a nearby study to buy a piece of rice paper and an ink pad. He wrote down the case on the rice paper, signed his name, read it in front of everyone, and pressed his thumb on the ink pad.
Go up and put your fingerprint on the name.
Liu Dadao took it and asked the eight barefooted people to put their fingerprints on it one by one.
"Count me in."
"And I."
Inspired by Zhu Ping'an's words, "Full of justice and warm-hearted," the onlookers all stepped forward and left their fingerprints on the rice paper, one, two, dozens, and nearly a hundred.
Soon, the handprints of nearly a hundred people were left on the rice paper, a large red fingerprint.
"Thank you, thank you fellow villagers. If you have caused trouble to the fellow villagers, please supervise them. I, Zhu Pingan, will escort them to the government right now."
Zhu Pingan put away the rice paper with satisfaction, folded it and put it in his arms, thanked everyone and asked everyone to supervise. (To be continued.)