Chapter 680 Execution Ground (please vote for recommendation)
Looking at the report sent back by Jinyiwei, Zhu Hongyu showed obvious joy on his face.
Obviously, what Jin Yiwei gained in Qufu was beyond his expectation.
Good guy, a fortune of 120 million silver dollars!
Is it inappropriate for the Ming Dynasty to launch the military expenditure of the Northern Expedition next year?
If we sell the real estate of the Confucius Mansion, we might even be able to cover the expenses needed to restore the people's livelihood in the north during the Ming Dynasty!
The smile on Zhu Hongyu's face cannot be faked.
Immediately, he gave the order.
"Instruct the navy to immediately send a squadron north along the Grand Canal to prepare for the arrival of the Jin Yiwei from Shandong back to the capital!"
How to bring back the floating wealth worth 120 million taels of silver dollars is now the most important task of the Ming Dynasty.
As for whether mobilizing the navy to respond would lead to the revelation of the matter.
Zhu Hongyu really doesn't care much. If he is exposed, he will be exposed. Who can do anything to him?
In the face of a fortune worth 120 million silver dollars, nothing is worth mentioning!
If this money can be used properly, I don't know how useful it can be.
Moreover, Zhu Hongyu also had a clear understanding of the wealth of the Kong family.
The Kong family is really rich!
This is just floating wealth, there are 120 million taels!
If all the real estate of the Confucius family were taken away, Zheng Chenggong might not be as rich as the Confucius family.
In the next few days, Zhu Hongyu had a smile on his face all day long.
Everyone can see that he is in a good mood!
But no one knows why!
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Nanjing City, outside Xuanwu Gate, execution ground!
Today, there was an uproar outside Xuanwu Gate. Countless Nanjing people gathered spontaneously to watch the official beheading.
Throughout the ages, Chinese people like to watch the excitement.
Especially the excitement of beheading is deeply loved by countless people.
In addition, the people who are going to be beheaded today are a group of damned human traffickers, and there are even more people who come to watch the beheading with the simplest extreme hatred for human traffickers.
The huge crowd almost filled the entire execution ground inside and outside.
Many people spontaneously let out bursts of shouts.
"Human traffickers deserve to be killed!"
"The imperial court did a good job of killing! All traffickers deserve to die!"
"..."
Amidst the shouts of countless people, a team escorting the prison van drove out of Nanjing City and walked out of Xuanwu Gate.
Come all the way to the execution ground!
A high platform was erected in the center of the execution ground. Several large flags and corresponding ceremonial guards were erected on the high platform, representing the identity of the executioner.
Qian Qianyi rode a tall horse and walked at the front of the team, leading the team into the execution ground.
Behind him, there were dozens or hundreds of prison cars lined up neatly, and it was impossible to see the other side of the prison cars at a glance.
Each prison car held three or five prisoners.
The hands and feet of these prisoners were all shackled, and their faces were full of fear and regret.
As the prison car entered the execution ground, the shouts from all around became louder and louder.
"Murder dealer!"
"Murder dealer!"
"..."
The people watching the excitement shouted at the top of their lungs and threw some rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves into the prison van.
These rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves are frozen hard in the cold winter wind, and hitting people is no different from being hit with a stone.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
"Ah, no!"
"..."
The prisoners in these prison cars wailed and screamed one after another as they were smashed.
There were bruises on their exposed skin.
Qian Qianyi sat high on a high platform, looking at the prisoners below who were about to be beheaded, with no mercy or kindness in his eyes.
Especially when he saw his cousin, Qian Qianyi's eyes were filled with disgust.
It's all because this person was greedy and got involved in the human trafficking business.
Otherwise, Qian Qianyi would not have wanted to clear his own reputation by killing relatives for justice.
In this era where relatives are concerned about hiding each other, killing relatives for the sake of justice is not necessarily a good word.
With a shout, a celebrity prisoner was unloaded from the prison car.
These prisoners looked at the execution ground in front of them, the ghost-headed swords in the executioners' hands, and the faint blood stains on the swords. They all felt that their legs were really weak.
The moment many people were taken out of the prison car, they collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.
He just mumbled and said.
"Don't... don't kill me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
"I know I was wrong, don't kill me!"
"No, I don't dare to do it anymore!"
"..."
However, no matter how hard these people begged for mercy, nothing could be changed.
The crimes they have committed are countless, and only with their blood and lives can they pay tribute to the countless victims who were separated from their wives and separated from their flesh and blood.
Qian Qianyi's cousin is one of the representatives.
He was quite old, and his beard was already gray, but now he was slumped on the ground, crying bitterly, with tears and snot all over his face.
"No! Don't!"
"Don't kill me, I know I was wrong! Accept it, I am your third uncle, please help him, please, third uncle doesn't want to die!"
"I accept it. Please help Third Uncle. Third Uncle hugged you when you were a child. How about you help Third Uncle inform His Majesty and say that I can atone for my sins."
"As long as Your Majesty doesn't kill me, I can do whatever you want!"
"..."
Qian Qianyi's third uncle tried his best to plead with Qian Qianyi, who was in charge of supervising the beheading on the high platform, and called Qian Qianyi's name affectionately to accept him.
Qian Qianyi was not moved at all!
Holding the command arrow in his hand, the expression on his face seemed to be that the person seeking help from him was just an ordinary person, not his third uncle.
Cai Si, who was in another prison car nearby, looked at him with disdain, knelt on the ground and wailed, with snot and tears streaming down his face all over Qian Qianyi's third uncle.
He just sneered, strode out of the prison car, and spoke sarcastically.
"When did Mr. Qian become so timid?"
"Since I have committed human trafficking and deserving beheading, I should have thought that I would be killed today."
"At worst, after eighteen years, I will be a good man again. Third Master Qian behaves like this, and he will be looked down upon by the brothers for nothing!"
However, Cai Si was only halfway through his words when he was kicked in the crook of the leg by a government officer who was in charge of escorting him.
"Damn it, you're a human trafficker here pretending to be so heroic?!"
"Did you kill an official? Or did you rebel? Or did you steal from the rich and give to the poor? A human trafficker who stole children, do you deserve to call yourself a hero?"
"I bother!"
The government officials also looked down upon human traffickers.
If you were some kind of murderous thief, you might even get a high look.
But human traffickers are trash who only bully women and children.
Even among death row prisoners, they are the bugs at the bottom of the food chain and are looked down upon by everyone.
Cai Si was kicked to the ground. The ground was frozen hard in the cold wind. Cai Si fell to the ground and kept wailing.
The people watching the commotion became more and more angry, and they kept shouting for the murderer.
A celebrity prisoner was led to the execution ground and then lined up to kneel on the ground.
An executioner also made corresponding preparations, and his sword was sharply sharpened.
Qian Qianyi stood up from his seat and began to announce the crimes committed by these people.
His voice was transmitted through the electric speaker, became countless times louder, and resounded throughout the execution ground.