Two days later, the water that burst the levee quickly disappeared into the parched land under the scorching red sun, and the main roads and small roads dried up even faster, removing more potholes, almost the same as usual.

Zhao Kang and Che Ying and Qin Feng have escorted all the participants in the armed fight of the Mengxibai tribe and the Rongdi immigrants to temporary tents outside the county seat.

Jing Jian and Zhao Kang respectively led a group of capable officials to clean up the criminals in the armed fight, and divided the prisoners into five categories according to the mastermind, the main culprit, the dead, the wounded, and the noise, and recorded the confessions one by one.

This was done for three whole days.

During the three days, the criminals from other counties were also escorted to Yi County. For a time, there was an endless stream of soldiers and criminals on the official roads outside the four gates of the county seat, plus some old people, women and children who cried and cried.

The people of Yixian rushed to see the excitement with fear, nervousness and curiosity, and some shrewd people took the opportunity to set up various stalls to sell water, food and miscellaneous goods to visitors, and foreign merchants to sell wine and new clothes. The poor visit the prison and have to eat and drink. When the rich visit the prison, they have to buy alcohol for the detainees to drown their sorrows. Those who think they will die, relatives and friends will buy new clothes.

In the middle of the day, business was brisking outside the tent on the grassy beach. In particular, the wine and new clothes of foreign merchants are extremely popular, and the prices have skyrocketed. The three clans of Mengxi and Bai have deep roots in the Qin State, and the Rongdi immigrants are also outstanding in war, and those who dare to fight against the wind in other counties are not easy to match.

The mysterious comings and goings of the intercessors from all sides, and the chariots and horses come and go to and from the small town of Yixian every day, which makes the people of Yixian County surprised and eye-opening.

Wei Ying clearly knew all the excitement outside, but he didn't care about it, and just concentrated on reading the confessions of criminals and the relevant records of various counties in the county government.

All the clan nobles, lords and elders, leaders of Longxi Rongdi, local officials, etc., who rushed to see him, not only could not see Wei Ying, but also Jingjian, Che Ying, and Qin Feng. The three scribes appointed by the Jing Supervisor specially received these people, received all the gifts, left all the books and briefs, and answered all the words in one sentence: "I must report to the chief Zuo truthfully." ”

In the course of ten days, valuable gifts and secret books had been piled up in a special small house, and the guards couldn't believe how the impoverished Qin State could suddenly come up with so many rare treasures.

On the thirteenth day, Wei Ying walked out of the study and broke the silence.

His first order was to ban the temporary market in Weishui Caotan and clean up all the merchants.

In the afternoon of the same day, the Weishui grass beach became a hot wilderness again.

The second order was to send Zhao Kang to levy 500 people to build the execution ground. The third order was to send Qin Feng to urgently transfer all the 2,000 ironclad knights under his command to Yixian County to wait for dispatch.

The fourth order was sent to all the counties of the Qin State, and the county commanders of the counties were ordered to lead all the village leaders and patriarchs in the county, and rushed to Yi County three days later.

The fifth is the secret Jane, and Pegasus is sent to the Liyang Mansion.

As the envoy's fast horse galloped, the Qin government and the opposition were filled with deep panic, doubt, and various speculations.

Some people say that the weather is ominous, and Zuo Shuchang is going to kill.

Some people say that the masterminds of the crime are all rich people, and it is not enough to kill a few poor people.

Some people even said that Zuo Shu Chang received countless rare treasures, and none of the prisoners were fine.

The inside and outside of the state were quiet as usual, and the monarch did not convene the court in any form, as if nothing had ever happened in the Qin state.

The upper-class nobles of Liyang maintained a reserved silence, kept silent about the changes and everything that happened in Yixian, looked at the calm state capital, and smiled at each other.

In July, the small castle in Yixian County is like a big steamer. In the middle of the night, Wei Ying walked out of the study, summoned the Jing Jian Che Ying Qin Feng, rode out of the city on four fast horses, and repeatedly patrolled the Weishui grass beach. The croaking of frogs drowned out their pointing and talking, and it was not until a large, round moon became smaller and lighter in the distant western sky that the four of them returned to the city.

In the morning, as soon as the morning glow broke through the clouds, the arrow tower of the four gates of Yixian County sounded a heavy bull's horn, whimpering, sour and sad.

People poured out of the four open gates, ran across the drawbridge, and scrambled to converge on the Weishui grass beach. On the main roads and paths of the fields, there were people holding white flags in their hands, wearing sackcloth on their bodies, and straw ropes tied around their waists, crying loudly and stumbling to the sky.

In the low-lying area on the Weishui grass beach, two thousand ironclad knights formed a huge law field in a single column, isolating all the people who rushed to the periphery. However, the common people on the Siye Heights can see it very clearly as if they had a bird's-eye view.

Within the ironclad knights, seven hundred selected executioners wrapped their heads in red cloth, holding thick backs and broad-bladed short knives, neatly arranged. On a makeshift platform in the center of the court, sat a majestic and cold guard. Jing Jian Che Ying Qin Feng stood solemnly on both sides of the long case.

The two rows of black-clothed officials in front of the long case were county guards who came all the way from various counties and counties. The more than 1,000 people densely arranged under the high platform are all the village leaders and patriarchs of the Qin State. Everyone was silent, and only the crackling sound of the wind-blown flags could be heard in the huge Dharma field.

Zhao Kang hurriedly walked to the high platform and whispered: "Zuo Shuchang, the relatives of the prisoners are going to come to the sacrifice." ”

Wei Ying: "Order the relatives of the offender to stay away from the court and not to disturb and cause trouble, otherwise he will be punished for disturbance." ”

Zhao Kang hurriedly walked outside the court to announce the order of the chief Zuo. For the first time, the relatives of the criminals outside the court showed frightened expressions, hanging their heads and slumping on the grass and crying silently. Historically, the torture and killing of relatives and friends have not been forbidden, how can this new head of the Qin State not even have this kind of benevolence and righteousness? It's too ruthless!

The rest of the thousands of ordinary people who watched the excitement were also silent, and there was no discussion about the killing in the field in the past.

In front of such a huge execution ground, people felt for the first time the majesty of the state's decrees, and felt the toughness and ruthlessness of this white-clothed chief, who was not at all as weak as people originally imagined, and dared to put on such a large legal field!

The loyal farmers remembered the Miki Lixin at the March Gathering, and couldn't help but nod their heads at each other and sighed in a low voice, "Ahem, it's also self-inflicted, and you can't live." ”

When the sun rose three times, the Jing Supervisor ordered in a loud voice: "Escort the prisoner to the court——! ”

Qin Feng waved the command flag in his hand, two thousand knights gave way to a portal, and a long spear foot soldier was divided into two columns to escort the long line of human prisoners into the court.

The prisoners, dressed in reddish-brown coarse cloth trousers, tied their hands and feet with thick hemp ropes, were tied in strings for every 100 people, and slowly squirmed towards the center of the court.

The people on the Siye Heights were silent, and it was the first time they saw such a group of "ochre clothes", and the first time they saw the red scarf short knife executioners like a phalanx on the battlefield, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but tremble.

The ochre-clad prisoners were no longer arrogant and impetuous, and they were all dejected and pale.

At the top were the patriarchs of the Mengxibai tribe and the twenty-six village leaders, as well as the village leaders of the Rongdi immigrants. They were all about sixty years old, and their heads with gray beards trembled in the sun.

Each of them had fought on the battlefield and shed blood and fought for the Qin State. Until yesterday, they were still full of hope for their lives in their old age, believing that there would be a miraculous pardon in Liyang, believing that the Qin State would never kill the old Qin people like Meng Xibai and the old Rong Di immigrants in the Mu Gong period, and not believing that a middle concubine of the Wei State could turn the world upside down in the Qin State.

At this moment, when they passed through the sea of people who were as silent as death and walked into the murderous Dharma field, they felt for the first time the majesty of this thing called "Fa" and the insignificance of their personal lives in front of the decrees of power.

When they came to the grassy beach near the river, and saw a dense patch of wooden stakes in front of them, each with a name written on it, and a bright red hook on the name, they suddenly became deeply frightened, and their legs collapsed on the grass. In the shadow of the swords and swords on the battlefield, they could splatter blood five steps and turn into a corpse at every moment, but none of them felt afraid, and none of them thought of retreating.

According to the folk proverb, a person who lives fifty is not considered to be a premature life. Now that the age of 60 has passed, what is the fear of death? People are of the same mind, and their hearts are of the same mind. But no one has been able to overcome this fear and stand up on their own.

When Meng Tianyi, the patriarch of the Meng clan led by the two soldiers, was clamped and leaned against the stake, the old patriarch seemed to finally understand, and Bai Facang's head leaned against the stake and gasped.

Suddenly, he stood up and hissed, "Don't forget the Qin people, it's shameful to die in private fighting——! The public war is bloody——! "Shout and leap up, put his throat at the tip of the stake, and suddenly leap up and pounce! I only heard a "poof", and the sharp wooden stake pierced into the throat, and a stream of blood gushed and splashed! Meng Meng Tianyi's body hung quite on the stake.

In an instant, the people of the Mengxibai clan howled, stood up, and roared in unison: "Shame in private fighting, immortal in public war——! They jumped up and died by hitting the tip of the stake.

The shouts echoed in the river valley, and the people on the top of the Siye Mountains were deeply shocked by the repentance of this unheard of and unseen execution ground, and even impulsively shouted: "Shame on private fighting!" Immortal ——! Public War The shouting was mixed with a cry, which was a tribute to the relatives of the prisoners who were outside the circle.

changed in a hurry, and Jing Jian was stunned. Wei Ying nodded and said: "Before the punishment is repented, the Xu people pay their respects and return to the village for burial." ”

Jing Jian suddenly sobered up and loudly announced Wei Ying's order. The onlookers dodged a sandwich road, and the remaining women and teenagers of the Mengxibai clan rushed into the dharma field, crying and kneeling down to the high platform, and bowed three times to thank them.

Wei Ying said coldly: "People who are about to be sentenced to repentance and teach the people to fight are a little meritorious." The memorial and burial is stipulated by law, what kind of grace does Wei Ying have to thank? In the future, the clarity of the law shall not be attributed to the merits of individuals, otherwise they will be punished with false speech. ”

The thousands of people and officials in the court were all stunned. It's a big surprise not to accept praise and thanksgiving. Is this person unkind? Or is it a mountain of law enforcement? No one dared to talk about it.

"Let's go." Wei Ying commanded in a low voice.

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