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I saw a salt gang disciple holding a leather whip in the distance walking slowly, he looked angry but smiled, and soaked the leather whip in the bitter brine so that it was stained with salt, and when he pulled it out, it was already wet and stained with a little white salt.

He walked up to the coolie who had fallen on the edge of the salt pan with a wicked smile, his face distorted, and he said without the slightest hint of humanity: "Our salt gang bought you pigs at a great price to let you eat white rice?"

The skinny coolie was severely overdrawn because of his physical strength, his face was stiff and there was no expression, and at this time he was lying on the salt pan stalk and gasping violently, half of his body was soaked in the cold seawater, and his body was wet like an embarrassed water dog, his hair was scattered and wet on his face, he was already speechless, and his eyes, which should have been full of vitality, were now covered with a dead gray, and his pupils were full of fear and despair.

But he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he could only look down on himself condescendingly from the Salt Gang.

"Master, he can still stand up. ”

One of the older coolies came up to explain, and tried to pick up the fallen disciple to his feet.

As long as he can stand up, he will be able to avoid a beating.

", I made you talk?"

The Salt Gang's face sank suddenly, his eyes stared fiercely at the coolie who came to intercede, and a whip was thrown in his face, this whip was stained with salt water, as long as it was whipped on the skin of the body, it was a bloody slip, and a flushed blood slip suddenly appeared on the man's already blue-gray face.

The bloody slip finally condensed a shocking blood clot on the skinny face, and the figure of the man staggered and almost fell to the ridge.

"I speak in a way that a lowly person like you can point fingers at?"

The disciples of the Salt Gang shouted angrily, he was not reasonable at all, in the eyes of the Salt Gang, this kind of coolie was originally inferior, born cheap, there is no need to give them dignity and face, they have the right to kill and kill this group of coolies, so they treat them as pigs and dogs, and they dominate at will, they don't even have the right to speak.

The person who came to intercede did not dare to come forward to talk to him, and if he spoke again, he could only be beaten more severely.

He looked at the coolie lying half-dead in the salt field, and said with a cruel smile: "If you can't get up for ten counts, don't get up again for the rest of your life, and throw it into the sea to feed the evil Jiao." ”

The implication is obvious, if you can't stand up, you will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish, and the surrounding coolies can't help but tremble when they hear it, and they all subconsciously take a few steps back.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched violently after hearing this, obviously terrified in his heart, and he did not doubt the reliability of what this Salt Gang thug said.

I saw that his dry and chapped hands were shaking at first, and then slowly squirming, trying to grab something, but what caught in his hand was a handful of cold seawater, and he wanted to grasp what he relied on to stand up, but his body had been overdrawn to a limit, and at this time he was close to running out of oil, his eyes were almost sloppy, and it was difficult to squeeze out a trace of strength, and it was not easy to stand up.

“··· Three, four, ··· Eight!"

The disciples of the Salt Gang were bored and pulled their fingers, looking at this dying and struggling coolie with great interest, he liked to watch this kind of dying struggle in an almost desperate situation, and felt that this was much better than the drama on the stage, and it was more real and interesting than the bitter drama of the play, and this real interpretation was so emotional and refreshing, it was not as cowardly as the play, this was a full bitter drama.

The group of salt gangs guarding Wuzhao County are all poor people who do all kinds of evil, and they have no real skills, but they have a thin and cool heart that almost annihilates the conscience, and it is precisely because of this kind of psychology that no one feels the same way that the Salt Gang Dizang Hall will let this group of people guard the coolies in Wuzhao County.

When they are bored in private, they will enjoy this extremely boring and interesting life and death drama like this, and they have no sense of boredom at all over and over again, and even become more and more obsessed.

If it is said that they are impersonal, it is false, although they are a group of outlaws, they are also afraid of death, and they see others dying, but they can't let themselves die, so they are a group of people who are strong on the outside and strong on the inside.

As he spoke, the coolie burst out of nowhere at the moment, and a pair of trembling palms were about to get up on the muddy ground.

The coolies around them saw a burst of confusion, and their hearts couldn't help but feel sorry, they knew that this was a return to the light, this young but exhausted coolie spent his only remaining life to get up, it seemed that he was unwilling to accept the unfair fate he suffered, he wanted to fight to the death, wanted to get rid of the shackles of this suffering.

"Pig, you can really get up!"

There was a thick sneer on the face of the Salt Gang's thugs, and the man at his feet was already trembling with all his strength to prop up half of his body, and he was about to stand up when he saw it.

"Go back! Even if you live, you're a cripple, a waste of food. ”

The disciples of the Salt Gang looked disgusted, and reached out with one foot and kicked the coolie who burned the essence of life to support him back into the salt field.

The strength of this kick was so great that the coolie rolled for several weeks, and rolled down into the deep salt pan, and he lay on his back in the salt pan, and the bitter brine sea buried most of his body, and his eyes were dull and sluggish, and at this time his whole body was attached to a layer of gray-white, and his skin was as if it were transparent, and he could even see the cyan blood veins clearly under the completely bloodless skin.

The water in the salt pan was not deep, and the coolie lay in it with his eyes and nose exposed, and his chest rose and fell violently for a while, and his breathing gradually calmed down, and finally fell silent, and after a short time there was no movement.

Apparently dead!

Everyone dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, but the anger in their hearts burned but there were no thoughts and thoughts of resistance, and the end of resistance was a hundred times more uncomfortable than this coolie.

When the disciples of the Salt Gang saw that this coolie was dead, they immediately felt bored, and finally scolded and turned away.

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In the distance, more than a dozen of the children of the Salt Gang rushed to the scene, this group of people walked, the iron tools in their hands sounded as they walked, and they also had angry faces on their faces, there was no doubt that they hurried to the scene after hearing the screams in the distance, and the first few people who bore the brunt of the fire were even more pale after seeing a few dead bodies behind Jiang Yangsheng, and they were about to make a move.

Jiang Yangsheng pressed his hands on the Qingque Sword at his waist, his face was cold, he felt a chill in his heart at this time, and even his second son of Beilai felt ashamed, there was still such an unknown place to hide dirt and dirt in the huge Beilai, originally he thought that the private salt industry in Qingzhou City was nothing more than a means of profiteering and making money, but he never thought that the salt gang would do whatever it took to collect money, and its behavior was so cruel.

Originally, Jiang Yangsheng's principle for Beilai officialdom was that as long as he was not on the evil side, such as the dead. Judge's Cao Zi'an is general, this is the bottom line, as long as this bottom line is not touched, Jiang Yangsheng can open one eye and close one eye, it should not happen, you can turn a blind eye, corrupt officials and corrupt officials are not in Beilai, that is, looking at the whole Dazhou, it is everywhere, like mushrooms after a rain, which is not the original intention of being an official is not for these vanities, which is not for the sake of vassal elegance, for a face and the so-called glory of the ancestors and painstakingly study the career of many people, Beilai officialdom is even more rumored to be some so-called career and practice their own knotted wives, and give their yellow flower daughters to warm the quilt for others, these are not rumors and fabrications, but what really happened, it can be seen that the evil of human nature is innate.

It is not a big crime to eat a vegetarian meal in the corpse position, even if it is not for the benefit of the people, just don't be cheap, but which official is not a high promotion and then his tail is cocked to the sky, no one in his eyes has no king's law, this is the norm, and others are understandable.

Jiang Yangsheng, the big man behind Qingzhou City, is very clear, he knew a thing or two about it a long time ago, this high-ranking and powerful person is in the heart of Beilai but in the Zhou Dynasty, and has been an official in Beilai for more than 20 years, Jiang Loan has already figured out his details, and has always pressed him in the position of Qingzhou City and County Guard, not to promote or suppress, it may be that he knows that his career is hopeless, this official is to pay attention to private salt, and the Zhou family is not concerned about this, you can still manage me as a king of Beilai?

In recent years, the private salt industry in Qingzhou City has become bigger and bigger, which has seriously affected the salt industry in Beilai, but Jiang Loan is still standing still, and the private salt in Qingzhou City has become more and more rampant.

Jiang Yangsheng returned from a journey of 16,000 miles, and attached great importance to the dignity and inferiority of the little people, the foundation of the country is the people, if a dynasty can not even give the dignity of the people of a country, the country's defeat is just around the corner. So when he returned, Jiang Yangsheng paid more and more attention to the dignity of people, especially the dignity of the little people, and he really realized what it means to be a folk suffering, and the current Beilai is a true portrayal.

A group of people arrived with a fierce look, led by a hideous man, with a very strong body and arms the thickness of ordinary people's calves.

Except for a cold and clear Pu knife in his hand, the rest of the people were all holding blunt weapons such as iron rods, and a group of people looked at Jiang Yangsheng with unkind eyes.

Jiang Yangsheng pressed his hand on the long sword and did not speak.

The thick man took the lead in speaking out and criticized.

"Boy, Kill Salt Gang disciple, are you tired of life?"

After speaking, his expression was fierce and abnormal, and his eyes were full of scarlet, like a mad dog.

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