The person in front of Wang Su was patted by him, turned around, looked a little impatient, and said casually: "What else can there be, cut off your head." ”

Behead?

Seeing that Wang Su didn't know, he added: "Do you know Zhao Limao?" ”

Wang Su nodded.

Although he didn't know who Zhao Limao was, he wouldn't go out of his way to learn about a so-called giant, but in order to learn more information from the other party, Wang Su still nodded and signaled that the other party knew, and then continued.

The bystander continued: "A few days ago, Zhao Limao's father killed the Zheng family's child, and the Zhao family wanted to atone for their crimes with gold, but the Zheng family resolutely disagreed, and the old man of the Zhao family must kill people to pay for his life. No, now I have finally decided to kill people to pay for my life, and I want to cut down the old man of the Zhao family. ”

The onlooker looked at the old man with a hood on the guillotine again, and said with a smile: "Hey, the Zhao family is so angry!" ”

Wang Su nodded, already understood.

The laws of the Tang Dynasty were somewhat different from those of the previous dynasties, dividing people into nobles and commoners.

Commoners killed each other, and if both parties agreed, they could atone for their crimes with money, and they did not have to pay for their lives, even between nobles of the same class.

Commoners who kill nobles must pay for their lives, and nobles who kill commoners can be forcibly atoned for with gold.

Of course, the law of the Tang Dynasty is roughly like this, and the specifics depend on the specific situation, and it will be tried by a special person.

Wang Su glanced at the old man wearing a hood on the stage, and watched him being put on the guillotine, and there was no turmoil in his heart.

It is natural to kill people to pay for their lives, and Wang Su will not have pity because the other party is an old man.

It's just that......

Wang Su looked at the old man kneeling on the guillotine, wearing a brocade robe, but the whole person looked soft and seemed to be unconscious.

And......

This person seems to be a little familiar?

At this time, on the guillotine, it was Peng Cong, the head catcher of Pingtong City, and the embroidered man.

It's just that the embroidered man is now wearing ordinary clothes, and others can't see anything.

Xiuyilang suddenly remembered and asked, "Have you checked this old man?" ”

Peng Cong naturally knew what the other party was asking, and replied: "I have checked, this person has no background, and he has been from Shiliu Town outside Pingtong City for generations." This person used to have a son in the family, who died in Liangzhou eight years ago, and there was only one grandson left in the family. ”

Xiuyilang smiled and said, "That's fine, this kind of thing doesn't matter much even if you die." ”

After that, he patted Peng Cong on the shoulder and said, "This time it was a good job." ”

Peng Cong could feel that the other party was holding something in his hand, and when he took it over, it turned out to be a piece of silver, he was pleasantly surprised, and just wanted to thank him, but was stopped by the embroidered man.

Xiuyilang said: "No thanks, take money to do things, this is what you deserve, follow our embroidery division to do things in the future, there is a chance for you to be a kid." ”

Peng Cong nodded, although there was a look of gratitude and joy on his face, after all, this ingot of silver is a lot of money for him, if it is only the salary of the head catcher, this ingot of silver is almost a year's salary for him.

Of course, as a head catcher, it is impossible to just eat that bit of dead salary, there must be other inputs, so I won't introduce them too much here.

But Peng Cong was actually very entangled in his heart, after all, this money was not clean.

In the past, he collected money to do things, although the money was not clean, but at most it was stained with dust, but this time, it was the first time he had seen blood-stained silver.

It was not a pleasant taste, and the greed of his nature made him feel satisfied, and the little trace of conscience that still existed made him feel guilty and guilty.

The two emotions mingled together, filling him with entanglements and struggles.

Peng Cong exhaled, his eyes were no longer confused, but full of determination, he took a step forward and shouted loudly: "If you commit Zhao Jia, you will be punished for your crime of riding a horse on the street and killing the young son of the Zheng family." The time has come, today the law, slash! ”

As soon as Peng Cong's words fell, the executioner held the handle of the knife with one hand, picked up the wine bowl with the other, drank a big sip, and then sprayed it on the blade of the big knife.

He raised his broadsword and went over his head.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the scene in front of them, not daring to make a sound.

The originally noisy West Market is now quiet, with the occasional chicken dog and other livestock calling.

"Drink!"

The executioner shouted, and the big knife fell, and the old man with the hood suddenly separated his head, and a cavity of blood sprayed out, splashing on the faces of the people who were nearer, and they could not hide the excitement on their faces.

"Good!"

"Yay!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, and several people quickly lined up the crowd and squeezed to the front, holding the white steamed buns in their hands and staining them with blood on the ground.

Steamed buns with white flowers, bloody dipping sauce.

The blood that has just come out of the skull is colder than the steamed bun that has just been baked.

The people around them were extremely excited, as if it was one of their few carnivals.

Except for Wang Su, before the big sword fell, he had already left silently.

The expectation before the fall has nothing to do with him, and the carnival after the fall has nothing to do with him.

He walked quietly on the road alone, and the noise around him was incompatible with him, and he was like a little bit of a landscape painting on paper.

An eyesore.

Wang Su left the West Market and wanted to go to the cell to see Old Man Chen, but it had been all night, and he didn't know if the Jiangyang thief had been caught.

Wang Su arrived at the cell, casually searched for a catch, and asked if he could go in to visit Old Man Chen.

When he heard Wang Su's purpose, the catcher was obviously stunned for a moment, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and said, "You said Chen Degui?" He put it back early this morning. ”

Put it back early in the morning?

Although the other party did a good job of concealing it, in such an instant, Wang Su caught the unnaturalness in his eyes.

Wang Su asked curiously, "Did my Uncle Chen put it back?" Dare to ask the master, have you caught the Jiangyang thief? ”

"This ......" Zhu Kuai obviously didn't expect Wang Su to ask this question, smiled to hide the embarrassment and surprise in his heart, and then said, "Naturally, I caught it." Don't worry, he won't come out again. ”

Wang Su felt more and more strange, and asked, "I don't know if I can go and see what the thief is?" In this way, if you drink with others in the future, you will also have the capital to brag. ”

Before the words fell, Wang Su quietly pinched a piece of silver and handed it over.

To Wang Su's surprise, he refused his silver, and after listening to his request, his face immediately changed and said: "This is an important place in the government, and the Jiangyang thief is a key criminal in the imperial court, can you enter if you want to, and see it if you want to?" Hurry up, get out, don't get out, hurry up, be careful that Lao Tzu will catch you together. ”

Wang Su was suspicious in his heart, and looked into the depths of the cell through the door behind him, after all, this is a prison cell, and there are many jailers and guards guarding it, and it is not easy for him to enter, so he can only give up.

Wang Su didn't stay long, and said goodbye directly, if Old Man Chen had really been released, then it was estimated that he would have arrived home now.

Well?

This is?

As soon as Wang Su left the city, he walked a distance in the direction of Shiliu Town, and gradually became sparsely populated, and then he saw a familiar person on the road.

It was the old man I saw in the cell last night who also lived in a single room, eating good wine and food, and wearing brocade clothes.

He was also released? Yesterday, I felt that he should have been captured and protected by Pingtong City because of the Jiangyang thieves.

Now that he has been released, Uncle Chen should also come out, right?

Wang Su thought so in his heart, but he still felt that something was wrong in his heart, looking at the other party like this, why did he seem to be traveling far away?

The old man stood beside a carriage in which sat a coachman and a man with a knife at his waist, and with the old man was a middle-aged man who was somewhat fat, covered in brocade clothes, and very rich.

Wang Su stepped forward to inquire about the affairs of the cell, but when he got closer, he heard the other party's voice.

"Dad, you can go, my son finally bailed you out." The middle-aged man's face was a little anxious, he was already sweating profusely in the summer heat, and he kept persuading the old man.

Bail out?

Wang Su sensed that something was wrong, stopped and hid aside, intending to continue to listen to what the other party was saying.

The old man looked arrogant and said, "Isn't it just to kill a child?" Do you need to be so nervous? Wouldn't it be nice to lose some money? ”

The middle-aged man took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, no way, he was a little fatter, and he just liked to sweat in summer.

"Dad, if you kill those mud legs, forget it, my son has money, so I can naturally compensate them. If they don't want to, the son has a way to make them will. But you hit the Zheng family's child this time. ”

The Zheng family?

Wang Su's heart moved, as if he had heard it somewhere, and he didn't dare to wander, so he listened more carefully.

The middle-aged man continued: "The Zheng family is not dealing with our family, this time you have fallen into their hands, these guys can't put you to death?" ”

The old man angrily slapped the middle-aged man and scolded angrily: "Zhao Limao! Why did Lao Tzu give birth to you spineless dog? ! They punched you, don't you know how to fight back? ”

Zhao Limao usually acts as a prestige in front of his subordinates, but he doesn't dare to do this in front of his father, and he can only bear being beaten by his own father.

In fact, he can't say that he has a hard time, this matter is originally a loss on his side, and what the Zheng family said is not as big as his family business, but it is not much worse, and the other party is full of incense, and there are many children and grandchildren, unlike himself, he doesn't even have a brother, and he fights with the Zheng family rashly, and the one who suffers must be himself.

But can you tell Mr. Zhao about this?

No, even if he did, he probably wouldn't listen.

Zhao Limao smiled bitterly and said: "Dad, you go to Tianjing first to avoid the limelight, Tianjing is very prosperous, much better than this Pingtong." When the limelight passes, I'll pick you up. ”