It is the people of the country who love to see the excitement, no, it should be the nature of all mankind, even Zhiwen is not exempt from vulgarity, since it can't be passed, just stop and look at the excitement, and it is good to disperse the sullenness that I suffered in front of the same prefect just now.

"Uncle, what's going on here?" Song Xiance had already stepped forward to interrogate.

When the man saw that Song Xiance was very respectful, he had a good impression, and he didn't hide it, and said bluntly, "Alas, it's dead, Lao Zhao's family of eight, not a single one is alive, all of them are dead, and they are considered desperate." ”

Zhiwen and the others were shocked when they heard it clearly, this is the state capital, how could such a bloody tragedy happen.

"Who is so cruel to do such a thing that is the outrage of people and gods?" Song Xiance asked angrily.

The man turned his head sideways, looked Song Xiance up and down, and saw that his clothes and ornaments were not luxurious, but they were neat, his face was ruddy, he was not the kind of person who ate a meal and was worried about the next meal, and nodded secretly, and only this kind of person had the mind to meddle in things, "Young man, from a foreign country?" Want to fight the uneven? ”

"Committing such a bloody case, the murderer must be a person without humanity, and there is no difference between the local and foreign countries if they are uneven." Before Song Xiance could answer, Zhiwen hurriedly said, if in the future, this kind of case will definitely alarm the political leaders of a province, and it is not impossible to hear it directly, the crime scene has long been blocked so that even a fly can't fly in, how can it be like now, let idlers watch, and people in the government will not maintain order on the scene.

Seeing that Zhiwen and the others were all gathered together, the man knew that they should be a group, shook his head, and muttered, "What a hot-blooded boy, it's just that you can't fight this grievance if you want to, this family all hanged themselves." ”

As he spoke, a servant had already begun to lift the body out of a room on the side of the street, "Let one go, let one go." The chattering crowd calmed down, took a few steps back, and made way for an open space, and the bodies were placed on the ground one by one.

A little old man followed the servant, squatted on the ground, and began to examine the body, looking like that, it must have been done before.

At this time, eight corpses were lined up on the ground, and Zhiwen and the others looked through the cracks, there were men and women, old and young, all with their eyes protruding violently, and their tongues sticking out a piece.

The first corpse lying on the ground was a middle-aged man, the clothes on his body were of good material, but they were a little old, he raised his chin, and there was a purple-black bruise on his neck, and he nodded to a servant next to him who was holding a pen and paper, and the servant said in a loud voice, "The head of the Zhao family, hanged himself." As he spoke, he was writing quickly on the paper.

Song Xiance stood at the front, and at this time, the action of the government was not over, but he already believed the judgment of the man next to him, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Uncle, you haven't seen your corpse, how do you know that their family hanged themselves?" This family can live on the main street of the state capital, and they are not badly dressed, should they not be poor and desperate? ”

"Hey, hey, hey." The man suddenly laughed, but there was no joy in the laughter, but it was full of desolation and sorrow, "Young man, what do you think of my situation? ”

Song Xiance had already seen that he was a businessman, and replied, "Although the uncle is not a rich and noble person, he also has no worries about food and clothing. ”

"What about food and clothing?" The man knew that he was dressed with the characteristics of a businessman, and he didn't feel strange when he was seen, "It's not all lambs to be slaughtered, if the old Zhao family is put up one day, my family will have to hang themselves sooner or later." ”

Song Xiance still had to ask in detail, and other passers-by next to him began to interject.

"Young man, do you know that the official buys the business? This Zhao family was the official buying line last year. ”

"I heard that the Zhao family sold the ancestral land, and finished the storefront, and borrowed money from Lizi to pay his share of the official purchase amount."

"What's the use of that, he is the head of the line, what the other families owe, all fell on his family's head, the government urged him every day, Lao Zhao was taken to play the board every now and then, and he only had half a life left."

"The ruffians are especially hateful, they come to harass and ask for money all day long, and if the soft ones don't work, they will come to the hard ones, I heard that the three girls of the Zhao family have been tied up."

"There's such a thing, it's just that Lao Zhao really has no money to redeem, and I heard that he was sold to the kiln in Datong."

"What about Lao Zhao's youngest son, why don't you see it?" This person's voice was very low, for fear of being heard by the official, "Could it be that he ran away?" It's okay, Lao Zhao has a queen. ”

"How is it possible, how old is it, I have seen it in the past few years, most of them have been abducted, I heard that the dignitaries and nobles of the Beijing Division like such a big boy."

"Alas, whoever this thing falls on, it's almost all the end."

"It's okay for the official to buy it, and it's just a stall... Gee. ”

The faces of the onlookers are not good-looking, and their faces are sympathetic, after all, everyone has compassion, such a tragic thing, anyone who sees it, but anyone who has a little humanity will not be indifferent.

The faces of the people dressed as merchants are even more ugly, and they feel sad that a rabbit has died and a fox has died, and no one knows whether the next knife will fall on their heads.

The first man who accosted Song Xiance reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "How, young man, why do I know that the old Zhao family is hanged, is it clear now?" ”

The words of the onlookers were actually only halfway through, and Zhiwen and the others actually understood that this old Zhao family was their predecessor, last year's official buying business, and they survived for a year, and after the family was broken, the whole family finally died.

Song Xiance gritted his teeth tightly, and the green tendons on his hands were exposed, looking particularly angry, he was a person who had read the books of sages, and his own family had also experienced tragic changes, but like now, the government took the lead, and the ruffians were accomplices, forcing the family to die after squeezing the oil and water dry, and also abducting and selling other people's boys and women, it was really excessive, far beyond his imagination.

Jinnan produces salt, has always been rich, the government is not so poor and vicious, not every year will be set up to buy the head of the business, Song Xiance really has never heard of a family like this forced to ruin the family.

Zhiwen's killing in front of the Zhuolu Trading Company, as well as the Jingguan that was set up later, although Song Xiance did not oppose it at the time, in order to exercise his courage, he also joined in, but after reading the book, he still disagreed with Zhiwen's approach in his heart.

Now that I have heard and witnessed this human tragedy, I have a good impression of Zhiwen's actions, and I can't wait to kill more, these miscellaneous maggots are not even qualified to wash wool.

Zhiwen was behind Song Xiance, although he could only see a small part of his face, but he also found that his face was hideous, his breath was heavy, and after a little thought, he knew that he was angry because of the collusion of the official ruffian, and it seemed that there were signs of going violent, so he came to his side immediately, patted him on the back, and whispered, "Mr. Song, Mr. Song." ”