Three days later.
The autumn wind is warm and everything is chilling.
This time, the execution ground was set at the Weishui Caotan in Xianyang, just like in the past.
News of the assassination of alchemists and Confucian scholars had spread half a year ago, and now a large number of citizens in the city were waiting eagerly.
This time, many people came to watch the execution. People from villages, pavilions, and li around Xianyang rushed to the place to watch the execution before the beginning of autumn.
However, most of the people watching the execution were newcomers who had migrated to Xianyang, and the old Qin people were not too curious about it.
Otherwise.
Early in the morning at the beginning of autumn, there were still a large number of people rushing to the grass beach.
Immigrants from Kanto with different accents merged into a continuous flow of people, and all kinds of discussions were flying.
Although the execution ground was located in Caotan.
In fact, it is located on a flat valley bottom beside the Weishui River.
The spectators stood on the low slopes on both sides, from the hillside to the bottom of the valley.
But the only ones who can really see the execution are those in front.
Most of them are just joining in the fun.
Today's execution ground is different from the past. There are no execution racks and wooden stakes, and there are no shirtless executioners in red. A large number of people are guarding the valley with swords. At this time, there are thousands of soldiers digging pits in the valley. The rows of soil pits are connected, and a large amount of excavated new mud is piled on one side.
Smells fresh and earthy.
The citizens standing on the hillside looked at the hundreds of pits, their hearts beating fast.
Everyone looked at each other quietly, not daring to make too much noise.
There is a strange, even suffocating atmosphere in the low valley of the grassy beach.
Everyone stood solemnly, waiting for the prisoners to arrive.
Yushifu, imperial edict.
Ji Heng and others were awakened very early.
The meal was much richer.
It is no longer an unpalatable sticky food, but replaced by rice cakes, which are also kindly served with hot soup.
However, not many people in prison had appetite, and many alchemists and Confucian scholars cried loudly and heartbreakingly while eating rice cakes.
But it has no effect.
Less than half an hour later, a jailer entered the prison and put heavy wooden shackles on them. To be precise, they should be called "枸椟" or "桎". Then a group of people were tied up one after another with thick black ropes.绁(leixie)', his feet were also clamped by a large iron pliers, 鱱(di).
All of this is to prevent escape.
The place of execution was nearly ten miles away from the imperial prison, so accidents were inevitable, so precautions were taken.
One after another, people from the prison were released.
Ji Heng stood behind.
He had a wooden shackle around his neck and iron pincers on his feet.
But he is not in prison yet.
Watching the criminals in red ocher uniforms going out one after another in front of them, Ji Heng couldn't help but sigh: "Later generations said that the Qin Dynasty was cruel, and the 'ocher clothes blocking the road' was well-deserved, but how many people knew about it, we Did you buy the ocher clothes you are wearing with your own money?"
Ji Heng shook his head.
Qin Ting was very careful about criminals.
If the family does not provide money, one must raise money through military service.
A set costs 110 yuan in winter and 55 yuan in summer.
After serving for one month, men were given two dan of millet, and women were given one and a half dan. However, if they could finally get it, their rations would be deducted. Therefore, although they were sentenced half a year ago, after being sentenced, they had to make up for the crime. Uniforms, all were forced to serve for nearly five months.
Of course, some of them were very resistant to serving, and they didn't get it together for more than five months. In the end, the government would still provide them with a set of clothes.
But what was given was 'chung' (female) clothes.
Very ill fitting.
Ji Heng sat on the ground and looked at the queue calmly.
In a moment of thought.
He remembered the poem he had written in his previous life.
Han Xie--"You Have Instructions"
Who will make mistakes and ask for long-term advice? I am willing to make the silk become mature.
Anshi originally had economic intentions, so why not work together for the sake of the common people.
Just as Ji Heng looked back at the past, the sound of thin footsteps came to his ears.
A young man in black robes appeared in front of Ji Heng with a jug of wine. Hu Hai looked at the haggard Ji Heng with a rather sad expression, and then looked at the man in front of him who was crying and even refused to step forward. The alchemists and Confucian scholars couldn't help but sigh.
He handed the wine bottle to Ji Heng.
He said in a deep voice:
"You and I can be considered acquaintances."
"Although I don't like your temper very much, I have to admit that you are indeed a talented person who sees people and things very clearly. It's a pity that I can't save you. My eldest brother pleaded for you a few days ago, but in the end I was Father has been grounded, and he probably won’t be able to come out for most of the month.”
Speaking of which.
Hu Hai was also very sad.
In fact, after he was released from prison, he also wanted to plead for mercy.
As a result, before reaching Xianyang Palace, I heard that Fusu had been banned.
He immediately turned back.
He didn't dare to offend the First Emperor again. He had been thrown into prison by the First Emperor for begging for mercy. At that time, the First Emperor was obviously angry. Just gave up.
He can now give Ji Heng a bottle of wine.
Ji Heng glanced at Hu Hai and reached out to take the wine bottle.
He took a few swigs.
Hu Hai looked around for a few times, but still refused to give up, and whispered: "Ji Heng, you are going to die soon. Can you give me an idea to save Zhao Gao?"
"I don't want him to die."
Hear the words.
Ji Heng's face remained as usual, and he took a swig of wine. After finishing the bottle of wine, he said calmly: "I said before that my lecture is over. If you want me to give you some advice, that's a different price."
"One jug of wine is not enough!"
Hu Hai's face darkened and he said displeasedly: "Ji Heng, you're a little too much. How much wine have you knocked away from me? And what did you say? It's all big and empty words. I haven't found you yet. It’s time to settle accounts. Now I ask you to give me an idea. Is this your attitude?”
"Don't be ignorant!"
Hu Hai glared angrily.
Ji Heng put the wine bottle on the ground and walked straight forward. As for Hu Hai, he simply ignored it.
Hu Hai's face froze.
He was really going to explode at this moment.
Ji Heng bullied him too much!
Just seeing Ji Heng being tied up in prison, Hu Hai was immediately discouraged.
Ji Heng is about to die, so will he take care of himself?
He was clearly confident.
Hu Hai didn't speak again, and just watched Ji Heng being taken away by the jailers. When Ji Heng's figure disappeared, he sighed: "Being too smart in this world may not be a good thing. Ji Heng is very smart, but he still can't escape death. It's a pity that although he has some understanding of Da Qin's situation, he still can't give a solution."
"But now that Zhao Gao can't be saved, I don't know what to do?"
Hu Hai shook his head.
He didn't want to watch Ji Heng being executed. He looked at the wine bottle at his feet, kicked it away, turned around and walked towards the palace.
To him, Ji Heng was just a passing guest.
The queue of Ji Heng and others was not fast, but as soon as they were escorted out of the prison, they attracted the attention of the city.
The city is quiet.
But there was a strange emotion in the air.
Ji Heng lowered his head, not paying attention to the gossip from the outside world.
But the whispers still caught my ears.
