Today is a good day for the head of the vegetable market.

Killing the head can't be considered a good day, because the bloodshed is because the corpse is separated, and it can't be counted as a good day.

However, this time is different, this time it is the bandits of the Iron Head Gang who have done a lot of evil.

Those bandits who first killed the husband of the Wang family, and then raped and then killed the daughter of the Wang family, and intimidated the Wang family, were beheaded at the entrance of the vegetable market today.

What a joy it is.

The people were so excited that almost every house set off firecrackers.

When they arrived, the prisoner cart carried more than a dozen bandits to the execution ground.

This thousand-year-old execution ground is not large, but there are several pillars and thick bluestone slabs on the ground, as well as blood stains looming on the bluestone slabs, and a murderous aura that can be felt as soon as you get close to here. It all shows that there are many people who have been beheaded here.

Not all of them should be killed, but most of them should be killed.

There may be many unjust, false and wrongful cases in the life and death of the court officials, but a county town, no matter what the case is, the people can know a little bit about it.

Every time a person's head is cut off here, most of them really deserve to be killed.

Not to mention today's bandits who are kneeling on the ground and should have been cut with a thousand knives.

The people had already surrounded the execution ground.

Children and old people did not dare to come and see, and most of the people who came were young and middle-aged, both men and women.

It should be killed, it should indeed be killed, and it is not a pity to die if you kill it ten thousand times.

Watching the wicked being beheaded, when it comes to relieving hatred, there are actually only a handful of people who can really stand here and watch the entire beheading process without blinking.

A living person, the executioner stabbed down, and the head and body immediately separated, and a puddle of blood stabbed out... This scene is simply unbearable for ordinary people.

Sitting behind the table was the county lord.

Under the spring light, Cao Xianzun said to the bandits who were bound and kneeling on the ground: "I will bring you to justice today, some of you are older and some are younger, but there are no young and old on the Huangquan Road, and doing such an evil thing, even Ling Chi is not too much, and now you can die a happy death, do you still disagree?"

The people nodded their heads when they heard the words of the county lord, and they all thought in their hearts, at this time, the county lord is still so polite when he speaks, why should these heinous people talk like this!

The bandit leader covered in scars and blood laughed and said: "Lord County, we are all convinced, the most convincing is you, you are a good official, hahaha!"

When the county lord heard this, his face changed slightly, and the people next to him did not hear the strangeness in the bandit's tone. Only the county respected himself and heard something else.

As the saying goes, only when there is a ghost in your heart can you see a ghost.

Xianzun said: "You people, this life is over here, I hope you will be a good person in the next life, and when you come to this world, you must do some good things, not just evil things, otherwise, after going down, you may have to fry and stew in the oil pan before you can be reincarnated..."

"My lord, hurry up, it's going to be dark if you don't do it again. It's useless to talk nonsense, good people, bad people, good things, and bad things everyone knows in their hearts, so you don't need to talk nonsense. "The bandits are getting impatient.

"Well, I say, how come you are dying and still unrepentant?"

"Lord Xianzun taught you a few words, but you are still not convinced?"

"Why don't you have any remorse after you have done all the bad things?"

"It's really mad and inhumane!"

The people couldn't stand it anymore and scolded loudly. In addition, rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, small stones, and other messy things that had been prepared long ago all began to greet them on the execution table.

This is a must-go scene for killing people in every local vegetable market.

As long as the person who is going to be beheaded is a heinous person, a man who preys on the common people, and a person who makes the people suffer from it, this process must be done.

The laws of the Great Song Dynasty clearly stipulate that the people can only smash criminals with lighter things, and cannot beat criminals to death.

This is to prevent some people from seeking revenge not only for the purpose of venting their anger, but also for the purpose of revenge. This was the power of the common people, and other countries inherited the Song Confucianism and established similar criminal laws.

The bandit leader didn't speak at this time, whether he didn't want to speak or didn't dare to speak, anyway, he quieted down, and as for the other bandits, they had been kneeling there without saying a word.

The county lord looked up at the sky, took out the fire sign order on the table, and said loudly: "The time has come, the execution." ”

The executioners stepped forward one after another, took the bowl of wine handed to them, poured half of it on the broad machete, and drained the remaining half bowl in one gulp.

The people fell silent, holding their breath and waiting for the moment of execution.

The bandit who was kneeling on the ground was pulled off the death card on the back of the executioner, and the back of the neck was touched by the way.

Several of the bandits began to tremble with fright, and their excrement and urine came out.

But most of the bandits were still indifferent and accepted it calmly, especially the bandit leader, and even looked up in the direction where Lord Xianzun was sitting, and then the corners of his mouth slanted, retracted his gaze, and looked at the ground.

The executioners were accustomed to all kinds of ugliness before execution, and when they saw feces and urine, they didn't care.

Tightening the waistband of his trousers, he gently tried to swing the machete, and when he was almost ready, the executioners let out a loud cry of anger.

Then, raising the knife, the shadow of the knife quickly swept by, and more than a dozen knives were cut down one by one without hesitation.

With the executioner's shout of 'Hi', a cracked silk sounded, or the indescribable sound of a severed head was heard.

Most of the people subconsciously chose to close their eyes, or look away, or bow their heads slightly when the knife fell.

The spring light is soft, and here and now, blood is splattered, and the lives of a dozen bandits are over.

After a short period of silence, the people burst into thunderous applause and cheers.

The applause was like a tide, and the applause was like a wave.

The county lord stood up, looked at the people's revenge, and turned away with satisfaction.

The people said goodbye to the county honor, and the county honorable person was full of reluctant smiles and shame, and the arch hand that would never accept the people's farewell bowed his head and walked quickly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a lot more to do, at least until the Iron Heads are quelled, and it will not be too late for everyone to praise me again. The county lord walked to the sedan chair, stopped his figure, arched his hand to the people around him, and after speaking, he got into the sedan chair and ordered to return to the county office quickly.

This act, the people in the eyes, the admiration for the county is higher, this is the love of the people like a son to the people as a model of heaven, if the officials in this world are like this, then the people of the world can enjoy the blessings.