When the Beihai case of false nationality was concluded, the old emperor once decreed, "The main criminal Wan Sitong will be beheaded in the city, and the remaining eighty-one people, regardless of high or low, will be executed one by one to shock the world and serve as a warning to others." The emperor's order is like a mountain.
Except for Wang Rengao, who was involved in the Southern Zhili leakage case, and Wan Sitong, who confessed to the Yakutsk chief envoy Qi Tongsun, who was not killed for the time being, the other eighty people were taken to the execution ground and stabbed.
In a small courtyard on Pishi Street in Nanjing, Lin Yihu, a famous executioner from the Ministry of Punishments, was sitting leisurely on a chair and humming a tune. He recently made a fortune.
Those who work in this industry usually have skills passed down from their ancestors. They have been practicing with a knife on the winter melon since they were young. The first practice is to practice arm strength and see if they can cut the winter melon in half with one knife. The second practice is to practice the sight, draw a horizontal line on the winter melon and see the knife.
Does it fall exactly on the horizontal line?
Because of his family background, Lin Yihu became a master in this industry very early. This is a high-income industry. Every time a prisoner is executed, there is a reward. In order to save their loved ones from suffering, most of the family members of the prisoner will pay filial piety to him.
A sum of money, just for a happy life. According to the rules of this industry, he will stop after killing 99 people. But he is reluctant to part with this high income. He has been in the industry for more than 30 years and has executed more than 200 death row prisoners with his own hands.
Working diligently to use the remaining heat.
However, Lin Yihu's big fortune this time was not given by the prisoner's family, but by Shangguan Chief Li, which amounted to two hundred taels of silver. Chief Li looked very serious at the time and said that it was from a man named Wan Sitong.
A third-grade official was about to be beheaded. During the trial, the man was not tight-lipped and bit randomly, offending a certain elder in the court. The higher-ups came and told him to suffer more during the execution. These two hundred taels will be enough for him.
It's his hard-earned money.
In fact, the silver reward given by the pavilion elder was one thousand taels, but after being divided up and passed on to Lin Yihu, only two hundred taels were left. In this era, it was considered a huge sum of money. p>
Word came down from above that Wan Sitong must be in pain for at least two hours before returning to the west, otherwise, Li Yihu's head will be taken.
Cutting in half refers to using a guillotine to cut the prisoner in half from the waist. This punishment began in the Spring and Autumn Period. "Historical Records: Biography of Shang Jun" says: "The people were ordered to be in groups, and the prime ministers and ministers sat together, and those who did not accuse the traitors were cut in half."
In the TV series, Bao Longtu's famous three-blade guillotine is actually not used for beheading, but for cutting in half.
The main organs of the human body are in the upper body, so after the prisoner is cut in half from the waist, he will still be conscious and will die after a period of time. The length of this time is completely decided by the executioner. If the executioner executes the execution from the upper part
Using the knife can make the prisoner die faster; if the knife is used from the lower part, the death can be slower.
However, after a person is cut in half, he will continue to lose blood. It is difficult to sustain it for two hours! This is not a problem for Lin Yihu. He has a secret recipe passed down from his ancestors, which only lasts for two hours, so it is not a problem.
"Bang~bang~bang~" Someone knocked on the Lin family door.
"Who is it?" Lin Yihu's mother-in-law, Mrs. Xu, asked.
"I have a request from Mr. Lin, please open the door." The person's voice was gentle, and it sounded like he was well-educated.
"Husband, you just want to spend money for pleasure," Xu said to Lin Yihu.
"Well, let him come in." Lin Yihu smiled proudly and sat on the chair, waiting for someone to come. When Prince Ren, a senior official of the imperial court, went to the execution ground, he would be at our mercy. Lin said, "Let him come in."
How long will it take for you to die? How long will it take for you to die?
The person who came was about thirty years old. He was dressed in fine clothes and had an elegant temperament. He looked like he was a son of an official. He knew the rules very well. When he showed up, he handed over a banknote in a polite manner and said, "Wan Hongbo, please ask Lin Guan to carry out the execution."
Be quick and give my father a happy time!"
Lin Yihu took a look at the banknote, hey! It's five hundred taels! He was secretly shocked and asked: "Who is the surname of the father of the young master?"
"My father is the former Beihai Inspector Wan Sitong. I beg Lin Guancha to give him a good time!"
When he heard that he was Wan Sitong's son, Lin Yihu panicked and said, "Sir, please come back, I don't dare to accept this money."
"What? Is Lin Guanzhao too few? If it is too few, please give me the number. I can do it even if I lose everything." Seeing that he refused to accept it, Wan Hongbo looked anxious and begged again and again.
"No! To be honest, I have been in this business for more than thirty years, and you have given me the largest reward. I have never executed anyone with more than five hundred taels before." Lin Yihu sighed.
"Then why did you refuse?"
"Alas! If you have a life to receive, you have to have a life to spend." Lin Yihu sighed again, "I see that the young master is the most filial person, and I can't bear to hide it from the young master. During the trial, my father offended someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Big man, I have been told to let you suffer for two hours before you die. Otherwise, I will kill this little man! This little man really dare not accept this gift! Please take it back."
"Father!"
After hearing these words, Wan Hongbo could no longer suppress the sorrow in his heart and burst into tears, his heart broken.
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When the execution day arrived, Lin Yihu paid homage to his ancestor Gaotao early in the morning and rushed to the execution ground early to wait.
The officers from the Ministry of Punishment arrived with the chief envoy of Yakutsk, Qi Tongsun, and the inspector of Beihai, Wan Sitong. The prison officer patiently waited for the arrival at 5:30.
"Brother Wan, you exposed my younger brother, but you still couldn't escape death. Do you ever regret it?" Qi Tongsun asked Wan Sitong with a sad smile. He felt resentful towards this former colleague who exposed him even before he died.
"I'm sorry, brother Xian! Brother Yu is just afraid that he will be too lonely on the road to hell. If you hate it, just yell out loud. Anyway, it will be a knife when the time comes. We are all the same! Hahaha!" Wan Sitong laughed wildly.<
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"Bah, who is the same as you? I just cut off my head with a knife, but you cut it in half, smack smack, some people will suffer," Qi Tongsun said pitifully.
"Both left and right are dead, it's the same, hahaha!" Wan Sitong still said stubbornly.
Seeing that the time was approaching, the executioner ordered preparations for execution.
It was indeed different, Qi Tongsun just knelt down and prepared to be stabbed; Wan Sitong was stripped of his clothes, his waist was exposed, and he lay on the guillotine bed. The guillotine above the guillotine bed had a sharp blade and a thick back, shining with silver light.
.People work as swordsmen and I work as fish and meat, how miserable it is!
"The time has come, kill!"
Following the order from the prison officer, Qi Tongsun's head fell to the ground.
Lin Yihu quickly pressed down the guillotine, and he selected the lower part. Wan Sitong was cut in two by the guillotine, but he was still not dead. "Kill me!" He kept crying out in grief.
In order to fear that Wan Sitong would lose too much blood and not survive for two hours, Lin Yihu quickly moved his upper half to a tung oil board to prevent the blood from coming out. This would allow the prisoner to survive for two or three more hours. The real
Wan Sitong was in great pain. He dipped his hand in his own blood on the ground and wrote the word "miserable" seven times in a row.
"Okay!"
"Wonderful!"
"Come and look, that man can still write with only half his body left!"
Hearing that two high-ranking officials of the imperial court were going to be tortured, countless idlers came out to watch the fun, and they were beheaded and cut in half, which fully satisfied the curiosity of ordinary people. Seeing Wan Sitong's tragic situation, no one sympathized with them, and they all applauded.
It’s all about excitement and satisfaction.
Dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, the mighty and mighty is just a handful of dust after all!
In the mansion outside Jubao Gate, an old man was slowly fertilizing the cabbage.
"Sir, Wan Sitong died more than two hours after the execution. He kept shouting about pain, and dipped his hand in blood and wrote the word 'miserable' seven times in a row." The slave came to report.
"Humph!"
The old man snorted coldly, stirred a spoonful of feces with a long-handled feces spoon, poured it evenly on the cabbage, and praised: "It's a good piece of shit!"
