One hundred and twentieth chapters follow the vine
Xianping, riverside.
Two hundred and twenty-seven people had their hands tied behind their backs, kneeling on the side of the rolling Yellow River. Behind them stood an executioner with his arms exposed and holding a knife.
More than 200 people lined up in a row, meandering down the majestic river. Under the river embankment were countless onlookers.
These people were all thieves who mingled with the victims during the floods and oppressed the good people, plundered rice and grain, trafficked people, and molested women.
Yang Lin sent people to investigate and investigate secretly, and then inquired and verified among the people, and finally caught more than two hundred examples. After reporting to the Ministry of Punishment, Yang Lin obtained special privileges from Cai Jing, and could behead people on the spot as a warning to others.
Extraordinary measures are used in extraordinary times, otherwise they will not be enough to deter the young people in the crowd from engaging in misdeeds, and the flood will become a carnival of mischief, which would be unforgivable.
At three quarters of noon, Yang Lin threw away the sign in his hand and shouted: "Execution!"
The big knife like snowflakes shone in the sun, and more than two hundred human heads rolled into the fast river, and the river bank was stained red with blood.
The people below didn't dare to cheer loudly until they saw their heads fall to the ground. This shows how much they were bullied on weekdays, and they didn't dare to applaud them while they were still alive.
The blood was shining in the sky and the fishy smell was everywhere. The water of the Yellow River did not change color at all on this day. Two hundred people seemed to be a lot. Filling the fast river would not cause the slightest ripples.
Yang Lin walked out of the shaded tent, his murderous intent unabated, and said loudly: "During the river management period, anyone who commits crimes will be severely punished."
The officials from various counties who were watching the execution were all silent. The young master was too cruel. When had the officials of the Song Dynasty seen such a scene?
At this time, Zongze, who proposed to control desertification in the river, stood up, clasped his fists and said: "Young Shaozai, I think that although these rogues deserve to be killed, they are by no means the culprits. These people are so domineering, how can there be no one above them to protect them?"
Pursue the evil gentry, and then the officials who protect them, peeling off the cocoons layer by layer, hoping to get rid of the evil."
Some of the officials behind him were trembling all over, wanting to come up and take a few bites.
Yang Lin nodded and said loudly: "This makes sense. Anyway, these things are all on the surface and it is not difficult to check. I have plenty of time to eliminate the evil spirits in Kaifeng Mansion."
"But you don't need to be uneasy. I only investigate those who harbor criminals and participate in human trafficking. Other matters are left to the officials for assessment." When the water is clear, there will be no fish. Yang Lin is not Zhu Chongba, and he has no intention of making a big deal.
Clean up, otherwise you will become a public enemy in the officialdom, and you may be beaten to the bone.
It is still necessary to kill a few county officials and find a way to install your own people. This is not an ordinary county. It is directly under the jurisdiction of Kaifeng Prefecture and is the county seat of Bianliang. The position is very important.
Zongze smiled slightly and retreated back to his colleagues. He stood up straight in broad daylight and pretended to sleep, wiping his eyelids and ignoring the strange looks around him.
But the people below had no idea what was happening above, and were still immersed in excitement and joy. As for the fish that slipped through the net, they were scared out of their wits.
Let alone killing two hundred people at once, even if colleagues slaughtered two hundred pigs, the scene would be terrifying enough.
Yang Lin, the instigator of all this, is flipping through an account book, which shows the expenses for river management in the past few days.
He couldn't pay this money out of his own pocket. Yang Lin was thinking about how to reach out to the court. These days, he could put in a lot of money to help Zhao Ji repair this and that.
The water level of the Bianhe River rose and the river embankments collapsed. The one who suffered the biggest loss was probably himself. All the projects that had made huge profits that day in the Long Live Camp were forced to stop.
While I was thinking about it, a short and fat figure came from a distance, running with great joy.
Yang Lin put down his account book, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "Song Jiang, why are you here in such a hurry?"
Song Jiang held his knees and said breathlessly: "Young Zai, as expected, there is something wrong with that little girl's skin!"
"Where's the little girl?"
"What's the problem?"
"Did you catch it?"
Before Yang Lin could speak, the cronies around him gathered around him and asked all kinds of questions.
They still didn't know the number of casualties in the bloody battle on the outskirts of Bianliang City. They just thought it was a simple ambush and must be a complete victory, so they all looked quite relaxed.
"Get out of here, you are a bunch of bastards who get excited and get all excited. Even if you catch them, they belong to me."
Lu Wangdui smiled and said, "Brothers, we are also asking for the Young Master."
Song Jiang had a sad look on his face and said: "After listening to Shaozai's words, my subordinates were confused for a moment, thinking that they were just merchants, so they took a hundred brothers there. Who knew that those thieves were extremely brave, and the battle in Zaoshulin
We killed more than forty brothers, and almost everyone was injured from the villain down. We tried our best, but we only managed to catch eight alive, including that little girl."
Yang Lin's expression changed, and the ferocious smile just now was gone. He twitched his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "What's your background? You can kill forty of my men and still escape most of them!"
Song Jiang lowered his voice, leaned close to Yang Lin's ear, and said: "Uncle Lu said that they are a group of salt traders from Jiangnan, and I have fought with them before."
Yang Tong and others were once salt traders. This matter is an absolute secret. Only these close confidants know about it. However, it is actually not that taboo. There is no way to investigate this kind of thing. If anyone talks nonsense, I will insist that I am not.
If I punish you for scheming a high official in the imperial court, it doesn't necessarily mean who will die first.
In the final analysis, as long as Yang Lin does not lose power, this is not a problem.
"Impossible. The profit from selling salt will be huge in the end, far more than selling grain. If a simple salt seller would not come to my big tent to risk the purchase restriction order, the worst thing is not to sell grain. There must be a hidden secret in this. Those who were captured alive
Where is the thief, and has he been interrogated?"
Yang Lin frowned secretly, these people are from Jiangnan, they cannot be related to Fang La.
Being able to suppress Lao Tzu, the private salt overlord of Lianghuai River, the power of this group should not be underestimated. Looking at the entire Jiangnan Road, who else could it be except Fang La.
If this is the case, they are so impatient, is something imminent?
The more Yang Lin thought about it, the more frightened he became. He asked Liu Qingshui to investigate in advance. Who knew that after this kid got to the emperor, the situation took a turn for the worse.
Lords and ministers of this palace, giving you information has turned out to be a bad thing.
Seeing that he was silent, Song Jiang frowned and said with unabated hatred: "Young Master, those people are still locked up in our Long Live Camp. Once there is news, I will report it. This thief bitch has killed dozens of me."
This man’s life will definitely make this bitch’s flesh fly away in pieces!”
Yang Lin's face was solemn, and he waved his hands and said: "This matter is not trivial. If you are afraid that it won't work, let me do it."