Thousands of stove people gathered in front of the Fengli field, the so-called front of the field, in the past, was the salt field yamen in charge of the stove households, and after the Qing prisoners entered the customs, the salt field was contracted to the wall merchants, and the coastal wall merchants were mainly Jin people, they replaced the old Yamen officials to manage the salt farms, and before they made profits, they were extremely squeezed by the salt people, but it was this kind of squeezing that made the Qing Lu can obtain sufficient salt goods at a lower cost, so that they can get more salt profits.

It's just that all of this is based on the exploitation of the salt people by the wall merchants, although there is no yamen, but the exploitation of the wall merchants is far greater than in the past, there are the exploitation of the wall merchants, and naturally there are salt people who are unbearable to flee, just like the few people who were tied up in the field at this time, they are the salt people who have just been caught.

On the half-zhang high stage in front of the field, Ji Deshun squinted his eyes and smoked a hookah, although he was wearing Han family clothes and a foreign hat on his head, but the braid was carefully hidden on the top of his head, according to him, "The imperial army is coming, with this braid, it is the proof of good people."

Looking up at the sky, it's almost noon!

"Everyone is here!"

lazily asked the steward on the side, and after the steward replied, Ji Deshun said.

"Let's get started!"

After receiving the master's orders, the steward took a step forward and said to the thousands of people in front of the field.

"Everyone!"

Staring at the salt people in the field, the steward shouted loudly.

"You are all hereditary stove people, what is the stove people, since the opening of the world, the people of the world have become "Shi Nong Gong Stove", and so on is the stove people, what is the stove people, is the fried Ding book, is to cook the sea for a living, but now there are people absconding, the big guy can not escape and forget, this stove household is ten households even guaranteed, one family escapes, ten households are punished, throughout the ages, the court law is so, this Wang Dezhu absconded with his family, this family has family rules, the state has national law, can not not be ......punished"

When the steward said the punishment for the absconders, Wu Pinya said to Zhu Mingzhong.

"The pacification envoy, this salt field cooker has worked hard for a year, is physically and mentally exhausted, and has no food and clothing, and can not bear to endure the frequent escapees, but if they are caught, they will be "whipped high and exposed", and there are often whipping to death......"

Just as the two were talking, I saw Ji Deshun, who was dressed in silk, get up and said.

"Ji was ordered by the imperial court to wrap up the salt field and enforce the law for the imperial court, although he should be beheaded according to the law, how could Ji bear to kill someone? But the court has its own laws, well, let's change it to a hundred lashes! As for the other nine masters, Ding ,......"

Before he finished his words, the middle-aged man who was tied up struggled to stand up, glared at Ji Deshun on the stage and shouted.

"The surname is Ji, don't cry in that cat, who doesn't know your fake bodhisattva heart in this Fengli Field? Isn't it just cutting off the head, chopping, you cut Lao Tzu directly, and the head fell off a scar the size of a bowl, if Lao Tzu blinked, it would be your surname......"

glaring at Ji Deshun angrily, Wang Dezhu's tone did not have the slightest hint of begging for mercy. Listening to his roar, Ji Deshun didn't even look at it, and directly instructed the steward on the side.

"One hundred lashes, according to the rules, enough shot!"

This "enough hit" is undoubtedly a telling to the steward, and he will fight to the death.

"As for the others, since the king has let the pillar go lightly, they will all be punished with thirty lashes, and each household will be fined two taels of silver......

"Appeasement envoy, for the Yuan Shang, what he needs is not to cut off Wang Dezhu's head, but to beat him to death to scare others, only in this way can other people not dare to resist, and even be grateful to the Yuan Shang."

Sure enough, just as he said, those stove men who were sat on thirty lashes all kowtowed and thanked them one after another, all of them looked grateful.

Looking at this scene in front of him, Zhu Mingzhong's brows were tightly locked, after coming to this era, this was the first time he had such close contact with the ordinary people of this era, although it was only the most low-status stove household, looking at their grateful looks, he even doubted that these stove soldiers, who were used to being served, how could they become qualified soldiers if they were so cowardly!

But just when this thought appeared in his heart, he noticed that the stove around him had a little unwillingness on their seemingly numb faces, but more helpless.

Why are they so helpless?

"The surname Ji is the beating of Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu will not be this stove Ding ...... in the next life"

Wang Dezhu, who was stripped of his clothes, although he did not spare his mouth, his eyes looked a little helpless when he looked at his wife and children who were crying.

"Xiao An, reincarnate in the next life and have a good baby, don't throw yourself into the stove family again......"

In Wang Dezhu's shouting, feeling the change in the surrounding atmosphere, and looking at the clenched and loosened fists of the stove around him, Zhu Mingzhong understood. Not because they are willing, but because they are like this, they are the lowest stove households, and even if they escape from the salt works, they will be arrested by the government.

They have no way to escape, which is why they are so helpless, because they are powerless to resist. Like untouchables, they are a bunch of poor people with no way out.

Seeing that the salt in the salt field was about to be hit with a whip, Zhu Mingzhong, who no longer wanted to look at it, shouted loudly.

"Stop!"

"Pacify the ......"

Before Wu Pinya's words could be spoken, he saw the pacifying envoy walking towards him, so he hurriedly followed his side.

Ji Deshun, who was standing on the stage, followed the shouting and looked over, and only then did he notice that it was a young man in gorgeous clothes who looked like he was twenty-three or fourteen years old, and he was followed by more than a dozen strong men who looked quite stout.

"This son is ......"

Without waiting for him to finish, Zhu Mingzhong asked in a cold voice.

"You said that you are under the law of the imperial court, I want to know, it is the law of that court!"

"Nature is ......"

As soon as the words came to his mouth, Ji De, who suddenly realized that this was no longer the Qing Dynasty, sneered by the way,

"Hmph, who is Childe, how can I ask about the matter of Fortune Fair! If the son is nosy, he will blame Ji for being ruthless! ”

"Ruthless? Hmph, I want to know, what kind of ruthless method are you! ”

"Naturally, I went to see the official ...... with my son"

Because he noticed that the entourage around the young man in gorgeous clothes all looked quite rough, Ji Deshun, who was afraid of causing trouble, still had reservations in his words. However, he was polite, but he didn't necessarily think that Zhu Mingzhong would be polite, his gaze was a success.

"Official, hum ......"

Snorting coldly, Zhu Mingzhong sneered.

"I don't think you need to see this official, Big Tiger, kill him!"

Without waiting for Zhu Mingzhong's words to fall, Wang Dahu, who was following him at a glance, casually pulled out a knife and slashed at Ji Deshun's head. When the knife fell, the blood splattered several feet. The head fell straight to the ground and rolled forward a few feet......