Ezhou, the Zhuyanmen Execution Ground, towering two beheading machines. The head cutter is a behemoth composed of a wooden table, a knife holder, and a pulley rope, which looks like a huge doorway from a distance, but only a human head has passed through this doorway, and the human head has been cut off. In front of the head chopper, three sticks of incense were lit, and green smoke curled up, calculating the time. When the cigarette burns out, it is three o'clock in the afternoon.

On the periphery of the execution ground, as usual, thousands of people gathered to watch the head kill with great interest.

After the prisoners in the prison were executed, it was deserted for a while, and today they finally killed people again, and the people in Ezhou City who were used to seeing it were a little excited. Some people rushed to the execution ground early, some people took a place in the front row, and some people introduced the rules of beheading: "I see that there are no three incense sticks over there, this incense is called soul incense, and it is to announce to the heavens, black and white impermanence comes to arrest the soul, so as not to make evil ghosts angry." Second, counting the time, the soul-boosting incense burned out, that is, at three o'clock in the afternoon, when the yang energy was at its peak, the head of the six yang leaders who committed the crime was beheaded. "See the gate-like thing over there?" A rare thing in the whole Song Dynasty! Look at the pattern, look at the amount! Then we have two in Ezhou! You don't need an executioner to cut off your head, and after a while, there is a 'bang' and the head falls to the ground. ”

"Huh? - "Sell Cookbread!" ""Shortbread fruit—"

In the past, countless killings were so noisy, and hawkers, fortune tellers, and loud voices solicited business.

Unlike the countless killings in the past, there are many more Confucian scholars in wide robes and narrow sleeves in the crowd watching the execution today. Most of the Confucian scholars wore this eye-catching sign on their chests, standing together in groups of three or five, and at a glance they knew that they were the people who chose the "Song Rite Law" or the "Gentleman's Law" to defend themselves. The people in the market consciously kept a distance from the Confucian scholars, and the difference between the clear stream and the vulgar is as clear as Jingwei. However, these Confucian scholars were also vaguely divided into several groups, some of them were happy and even excited, some were melancholy, and some had complicated expressions. Guy is not an ordinary person to kill today.

Behind the head cutter is a straw shed. The grass hut is simple, the roof is covered with thatch, and the bamboo mats are used to shield the eyes of countless curious peeps. This hut is where the prisoners, executioners, and even the beheaders rest. A gaze observed the situation outside through the gap in the bamboo mat, and sighed deeply.

Wen Xunzhi, the secretary of the Criminal Department, shook his head and said, "There are a lot of people ...... outside."

Jin Hongfu smiled slightly: "It's a blessing that so many people came to see off Jin, it's a blessing!" ”

Because it was a public execution, Jin Hongfu replaced Ge Pao in the prison, Jin Hongfu's face was clear and calm, and the red death row prisoner suit was worn on him, showing a certain funny feeling. The executioner sat in the outhouse, looking curiously at the death row inmate. He has seen a lot of Jiangyang thieves, and there are many people who pee their pants. But the old man was so calm that he didn't seem to be talking, as if it wasn't him who wanted to kill someone.

Jin Hongfu even approached the gap to look out, and said strangely: "There are actually a lot of Confucian students here, don't you read when you see the excitement?" ”

"Brother Jin!" Wen Xunzhi said a little angrily. He didn't know if he was powerless or angry at Jin Hongfu's indifference. He has tried his best to postpone Jin Hongfu's execution, but there are people outside who hold on to him. In order to avoid extraneous complications in the second Great Rites Conference, Deng Su personally asked Chen Dong to behead Jin Hongfu first in order to marry most of the Qingliushi people. Just a few days ago, there were rumors that Li Dai Taozhuang was dead, and some Confucian scholars clearly came to supervise and behead, confirming that Jin Hongfu himself must be executed.

"Why be angry, it's me and not you who are about to be killed."

Jin Hongfu shook his head and said, seeing that Wen Xunzhi was still about to speak, he rushed ahead: "The time is almost up." I've heard that after a person's head hits the ground, he probably won't die immediately, and some heroes will shout things like 'good knives'. "It's nonsense," Wen Xun said bluntly, "you and I both know that people don't just speak with one mouth, but with the breath in the chest, through the throat, and finally from the mouth. Since the head has been cut off, the mouth, neck, chest and lungs have been separated, how can it be possible to make a sound again? "As the secretary of the criminal department, Jiang Yang thief doesn't know how many he has seen, a very vicious person, he is arrogant and arrogant in his mouth, and when he stands in front of the execution table, he is so frightened that his lips are blue and his face is white, how can there be absurd things such as "being a good man again after 20 years," cutting off his head and saying "what a quick knife".

"You're right," Jin Hongfu thought with his head tilted sideways, closing his eyes, "but I'm always curious about what happened after the separation. I don't know if it hurts to have a headache without a body? "You?!" Jin Hongfu shook his head, stopped Wen Xunzhi's words, and said with a strange face: "Why don't you and me do an experiment, if after the beheading, I am not in a state of disarray, the head will blink his eyes, and if the beheading is really painful, he will blink his eyes twice." It's an appointment, hehe, even if you die......"

At this time, the cannon "bang", the time has come.

Jin Hongfu walked outside, turned back to Wen Xun at the door and shouted, "Brother Wen! ”

The two executioners stood outside the door and waited, and when they saw Wen Xunzhi nodding slowly, Jin Hongfu walked outside with relief. Walking from the dark grass house to the execution platform, the noon sun was dazzling, and Jin Hongfu couldn't help but be fascinated by his eyes. Who is not afraid of death? He made this bet with Wen Xunzhi, a little bit of real curiosity, and a little bit of fear before the execution, only he knew. Wen Xunzhi has been in the grass house, looking at Jin Hongfu's back. As the secretary of the Criminal Department, he should not have been present for such a trivial matter, but after decades of friendship, he always had to give it away. In addition, there is also the entrustment of Jin Hongfu about blinking just now.

"Traitor!" "Golden thief!" "Shameless!" "Kill him!" "Look at the beheading!" "I'm going to be beheaded!"

The crowd erupted into a huge, wave-like cry, as if a grand show had reached its climax, Jin Hongfu stood on the torture platform, looking down at the cheering crowd, the executioner pushed behind him, he involuntarily knelt on the torture table, and then "bang-" sound, a cool feeling on the back of the neck, this is not a blade, but an iron hoop Jin Hongfu's neck is firmly stuck on the groove waiting to be beheaded. "The head chopper really works." Jin Hongfu said secretly, now there is only a floor in front of him, which is a dark red that countless blood splattered and can't be wiped clean. Countless cabbage, saliva, and even stones fell on his body.

The executioner stood far away, for fear of being affected by the fish in the pond. Since the head chopping machine, the work of cutting heads has been much easier.

"Kill him!" Do it—" shouted the do-gooder.

The Confucian students' faces were solemn, and their eyes were fixed on Jin Hongfu's face, but they couldn't see a trace of hesitation. After all, he is a generation of Confucianism who has been famous for decades, although his behavior is grotesque, which makes everyone say that he can be killed, but many people have secretly read his books, and I can't help but say that they are a little interesting. But today, this man is going to be in a different place. Although it is a pity, the Confucian scholars present all felt that it should be so, the Great Song Dynasty ruled the country with etiquette, even if Ruan was resurrected, he should be beheaded if he destroyed the etiquette law.

"Another one died." Someone muttered, I don't know who died before the word "again" in his mind.

"Bang-" Another trumpet sounded, and one of the executioners shouted, "The hour has come!" The other executioner pulled the rope hard.

"Whew-" The three-hundred-pound sluice knife fell suddenly, cutting Jin Hongfu's neck almost without pause. Wen Xunzhi's eyes widened, and he saw that after the blood splattered, Jin Hongfu's head rolled to the ground, and after a breath, his eyes suddenly blinked, and then continued to blink until the end......

Wen Xunzhi clenched his fists, his chest was uncomfortably blocked, and he understood Jin Hongfu's last words: It really hurts to be beheaded.

............

At Zhangzhou Wharf, Ye Shipeng, He Dexiu and others were surrounded as soon as they got off the boat.

Among the crowd waiting to greet the dock, there were Zhangzhou governors, school administration, defense envoys, and several parents of Zhangzhou wang clans. "How's it going?" "Did the Marquis of Wuchang promise to preface the township covenant of our state?" Zhizhou Jia Chengzong lowered his voice, but he couldn't hide his anxious mood. Ye Shipeng shook his head, and Jia Chengzong sighed in disappointment. When the people around saw this, their faces all turned gloomy.

"What's wrong?" Ye Shipeng asked rhetorically.

"Just yesterday, Jin Hongfu was killed." Jia Chengzong said in a low voice. "What?" Ye Shipeng lost his voice.

Jin Hongfu called himself Mr. Suspicious Gu, who has been famous in Southeast Shilin for decades and is regarded as a genius in the world. He was a law-abiding man and did not belong to any party in the DPRK, but even so, he was killed. Most of the gentry in power in Zhangzhou are law-abiding, and they have also offended Chen and Wu fiercely, because everyone is in danger, and they can't help but sigh at the death of Jin Hongfu.

"If I knew this, I shouldn't have promised Hou Huanyin in the first place." Someone complained in a low voice.

"Hmph, did you object to the state school discussion at the beginning?" Ye Shipeng glared at the man dissatisfiedly, "If there is no 20,000 stone of grain, how can the state city be built strongly, how can the Haikou invaders be able to resist it, if we can't resist it, we are already dead." His reputation in Zhangzhou was quite high, and when the man was reprimanded by him, he only smiled and did not dare to refute. At the beginning, the Zhangzhou Prefecture School discussed building a city, but the gentry refused to raise taxes, and no one was willing to pay more money and grain, so Jingdong Road mentioned 20,000 stone money and grain, and immediately pulled Zhangzhou over. Fujian Road was the area with the most fierce battle for turbidity, and as a result, Zhangzhou was regarded as a thorn in the side of the Chen Party and the Wu Party.

There are too many dangers and blood in the battle for turbidity, and even a figure like Zhao Xingde, who is both famous and has a heavy army, does not want to cause more trouble. The people who had contributed to the Zhangzhou State School Public Discussion were worried in their hearts, and after each sighed for a long time, this dissipated. Zhizhou Jia Chengzong and the lord Bo Ye Shipeng returned to the state government office together. After a little discussion between the two, they asked the official to invite the distinguished guest who had been waiting for several days, Su Tongfu, a three-way Taoist, from the back office.