Chapter 255: Xianyang builds Weitai and beheads aristocratic families
The next day, notices were posted in Xianyang City like psoriasis advertisements of later generations.
The people who posted these notices were all police officers of the county government.
Jiang Lu stood in front of the government office, frowning, his eyes full of anger.
The notice was written by him after he hurried to Zhao Prison last night, checked the confessions, and questioned the prisoners.
The heavy sentencing overnight has never happened in the history books.
but...
He will not be afraid!
Since it is a crime to be a gangster or a donkey, who can change his resolute temperament?
"Eighth brother, did you get up early today?"
Ying Gao walked up to the Xianyang government office with a chuckle and patted his younger brother on the shoulder.
Among the brothers, apart from the sixth brother who was particularly pleased with the money he gave, it was his eighth brother who had the most appetite for him.
"Brother Qi, stop teasing me."
Jiang Lu smiled bitterly.
He didn't get up so early, he clearly stayed up all night!
"Sir, the Weitai on Yifang Street has been built. The craftsmen of the Mo family said that they will go back to rest after the master has inspected it."
A messenger walked up to the general and reported respectfully.
"Weitai?"
Ying Gao's original smile instantly turned into a look of surprise.
This name is not ordinary.
In the past, Lord Shang executed the Baili clan and Zhao Kang on the grassy beach of the Weishui River. After that, the whole world was shocked by Qin's stern execution.
Therefore, the large execution platform is also called Weitai.
Except for the rebellion of Lao'ai and the construction of Weitai in Yongcheng, this thing has not appeared for many years.
Now...Badi actually built Weitai?
"Um."
"Let the craftsmen of the Mo family go back and rest. I can trust them."
Jiang Lu nodded, not even thinking about the shock of his seventh brother.
"promise!"
The messenger quickly retreated.
To be honest, working under this stern Xianyang order is not an easy task.
Nowadays, let alone collecting regular money from ordinary merchants as usual, they even dare not slack off in patrolling the streets.
Otherwise, those 'bastards' from Daqin City Management Supervisor would really come to the government office to make reports!
After all... weren't they the policemen who bullied those little hooligans in the past?
Perhaps even Liu Bai could not have imagined that a small suggestion from Qi Yu could invisibly promote the clear and efficient administration of Xianyang.
"Brother Seven..."
Jiang Lu looked at Ying Gao with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes: "You think... can I really become someone like Shang Jun?"
Ying Gao was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "That's definitely not possible!"
Jiang Lu asked again: "What about the teacher?"
Ying Gao's laughter stopped abruptly.
...
"Mr. Fan, please help us think about it. What happened?"
"There are people posting notices all over the city. Are the Huns wolf cubs coming? I want to run home!"
"Bah! Did the wolf cub attack you and run home? Just go and nurse your mother-in-law! Trash!"
"Who is a waste? I want to take out the Qin sword that my grandfather left for me and go into battle to kill the enemy! My father died on the battlefield. How dare you say that I am a waste! I will fight with you!"
"Don't fight, don't fight. If the wolf cub comes, it won't be a notice, but a red poster!"
"Mr. Fan, please help Nian Nian!"
"...."
On the street, people gathered around an old man to where the notice was posted. Everyone was excited!
The people of Lao Qin are used to it. If anything happens, they will immediately go to war.
If this war really starts, it will be a good opportunity to change the fate of his family.
"The sage once said that when things happen, you should not become anxious when your heart sinks. How could you do this?"
"Just like me Fan Jin, you should deal with it calmly!"
The old man spoke calmly, squinting his eyes and walking towards the notice.
"Yes, yes! Mr. Fan looks like a master!"
"Who doesn't know that Mr. Fan Jin is the master of our Zhengyang Street!"
"Mr. Fan, please think about it quickly! You guys are more excited to see this notice than to see the little girl waving at Chunfeng Garden!"
"Hey! Don't mention it. Not long ago, there was a big black man who called ten girls in Chunfeng Garden. Then when I passed by, I could hear the sounds of 'Brother Heifu, work hard' one after another."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
"Asshole! Don't talk nonsense in front of Mr. Fan!"
"...."
As he talked, he didn't know what was going on, but he talked about a topic that men like.
Mr. Fan approached the notice, squinted his eyes, and whispered: "Notice from Xianyang government office."
"After verification, Zhao Dezhu, Gu Ning, Mao Min, Gao Cheng, Jiang Zhi...these thirty-eight people..."
Mr. Fan suddenly stopped talking, rubbed his eyes, and opened his eyes wide. He leaned closer to the notice and read it word by word. He murmured: "This...this...how is this possible?"
Such an appearance made these ordinary people almost anxious, and even some "old ladies" jumped on their feet: "Mr. Fan, what is going on!"
"Zhao Dezhu, Gu Ning...why are these two names so familiar?"
"hiss!"
"Isn't this Jian Shulang, Zhao Dezhu? Isn't his second son the fool who spent 30,000 yuan to buy paper that day?"
"Wocao!"
"What...what's going on? Are these all noble people?"
The common people are not fools. If the name is familiar, they always have a good memory and remember it.
At the end of the alley, there was an old beggar, covered in abscesses. He was originally indifferent to this matter, but when he heard the name "Zhao Dezhu", he quickly got up with his hands.
"Old beggar, what are you doing!"
"Ugh! It stinks so much!"
"..."
There were shouts one after another, and the old beggar squeezed into the crowd and said "Aba, Aba" for a long time. No one could hear what he said, but everyone knew that the old beggar was very anxious.
"These thirty-eight people have taken bribes and violated the law in the local area, and their tribesmen are misbehaving."
"After investigation by the Jin Yiwei, the evidence was conclusive, and they confessed. They were handed over to the Xianyang government office for trial by General Lu Gongzi."
"Anyone who violates Qin's laws will be killed!"
"Anyone who takes advantage of the family's power and bullies others will be killed!"
"Anyone who colludes with cronies and seeks official career will be killed!"
"Today Yifang Street... sets up a Weitai!"
"Beheaded...516 people, exiled Lingnan...342 people. Sent to hard labor in Daijun in the north...120 people!"
"this...."
Mr. Fan's eyes widened, and even he doubted whether he had made a mistake in the word!
These...
But they are all powerful people! What a great master! Just like that... dying?
"Aba!"
Before anyone could react, the old beggar covered in abscesses screamed strangely, then limped towards Yifang Street with tears in his eyes!
And this strange cry also woke up all the people.
“Yifang Street, Weitai!!!”
"These old dogs who bully others are going to die!!!"
"Quick, quick! Let's go!"
"Weitai! Weitai! God has eyes!"
"Master Jianglu, may you live a long and prosperous life! May the Qin Dynasty last for ten thousand years!"
Voices rang out one after another, and the crowd that had originally surrounded Mr. Fan were so happy that they even forgot to thank Mr. Fan, and they all ran towards Yifang Street.
Such a grand scene, they...must see it!
Mr. Fan's eyes were full of shock, and then he rubbed his eyes tremblingly, reached out to touch the notice, and murmured:
"People are doing it, and they are innocently watching."
"The ancients... I won't deceive you if you are honest!"
"Hahaha!"
Mr. Fan laughed wildly with joy: "Hahaha! I will not deceive the ancients! People are doing it, and God is watching! Evil deeds will be punished by God! Hahaha!"
"Hey! Alright! They're going to die!"
Smiling, he clapped his hands and laughed again: "Ah! Okay! They are going to die!"
As he spoke, he stumbled back, gritted his teeth, and smiled again: "They are going to die!"
Then he struggled to get up, his hair was scattered, and he stepped into the pit. He didn't know the pain, but he just smiled and said: "Hey! Okay! They are going to die!"
