Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

Although the villain is engaged in the business of drugs and longevity creams, but the villain never thought of rebelling against the emperor and his father? "

Jin Yiwei Xiaoqi's face changed drastically, and he slapped He Jianhu: "Idiot! You just killed him like this? Did you ask me to interrogate a dead man!"

The extremely angry Xiao Qi waved his hand, and simply ordered: "Take all these bastards away, chop up the one on the ground and feed it to the dogs!"

Xiaoqi was upset.

Originally, because of this drug case, two people had been folded into the Tianjin Hundred Households Office, but in fact, one of them was wiped out by these bastards.

With such a big case, why did the man in Tsing Yi, who was an important player, die so inexplicably?

He is his mother!You don't even have to die until half an hour at night!

In fact, Jinyiwei Xiaoqi is not the only one who suffers from egg pain, and the unlucky people are far more than Tsing Yiren and He Jianhu.

In the entire city of Tianjin, as well as in the same surrounding towns, there are even more unlucky people.

According to the will of Emperor Chongzhen, not only those who sold the drug products were unlucky, but also those who bought drug products privately and smoked them.

Master Li in the city was unlucky under such circumstances.

Just as he lighted a bubble of drug ointment and inhaled it, there was a burst of noise and shouting from the whole yard.

But Mr. Li didn't intend to care about it - the world is big, but the medicine in front of him is the biggest!

Isn't it just a little bit of arguing, it can't turn the sky around, everything is still in time after the drug cream is finished.

Jinyiwei Xiaoqi led people into the room directly, and Master Li, who just got a little feeling, couldn't help but shouted: "Get out!"

Jin Yiwei Xiaoqi was a little dazed, looked back at the brothers behind him, then turned his head to look at Master Li, and finally confirmed one thing - his majestic Jin Yiwei uncle, was scolded by a local rich man?

Master Li also noticed that something was wrong, these people in front of him were the servants of his family, and when he looked at the clothes again, Master Li hissed immediately!

After taking a deep breath, Master Li was surprised to find that he had done something that no one in Tianjin City dared to do - he scolded the little banner officer of Jinyiwei!

Fushou ointment is a good thing, after taking a few sips, you are already in high spirits, but even so, Master Li still woke up, and he didn't care about taking a few more sips. After he got up from the bed, Then he slapped himself hard: "The villain's eyes are clumsy, and he failed to recognize you gentlemen, what an offense, what an offense!"

Jin Yiwei Xiaoqi fell silent.

He waved his hand, signaled the brothers behind him to tie up Mr. Li, and said with a sinister smile, "It's good to take care of you, or Mr. Li will blame us for not being considerate in serving you!"

Li Changfa's heart suddenly went cold, who knows why these Jin Yiwei came to the door, who knows why he blurted out such a curse!

After a full quarter of an hour, Li Changfa, who was already bruised and swollen, was pushed out of the house by the Jinyiwei captains and came to the yard.

With a face like a pig's head, Li Changfa barely opened his eyes, only to find that his family was tied up in the yard, and everyone had a rag stuffed in their mouths, just like himself, wanting to drink Even screaming can't do it.

After whining twice, Li Changfa looked at Jinyiwei Xiaoqi with pleading eyes, hoping to give himself a chance to speak.

Jin Yiwei Xiaoqi was quite reasonable, and explained directly: "Aren't you smoking drugs? Now that something about you has happened, follow this Xiaoqi, and your family is the same."

After finishing speaking, Jin Yiwei Xiaoqi didn't bother to pay attention to Li Changfa who was trying to struggle, and shouted: "Take it away!"

The same scene is constantly being staged in various places in Tianjin and Denglai. Those who sell and smoke drugs in large quantities are all arrested by Jinyiwei and guards. Nine clans of these people.

Jinyiwei and the guards were very efficient in their work, and they arrested people very quickly. Before the sun set the next day, all the people who should be arrested had already been arrested.

Even Sun Zhixie, who was far away in the capital, was blocked at home by Jin Yiwei's people before he could run away, and by the way, a large number of ledgers were found from Sun Zhixie's home, which also recorded a certain year, month, and date. On a certain day, where did they get how many drugs, and where they were sold on a certain day of a certain year.

Emperor Chongzhen also made a point of meeting Sun Zhixie.

This bastard that almost all Shandong people are ashamed of in later generations looks like a gentleman, dressed in a white Confucian robe, adding a bit of elegance out of thin air, like a well-educated Confucian More like an official.

After walking around the tightly bound Sun Zhixie twice, Emperor Chongzhen asked: "Sun Aiqing, I have a question that I haven't figured out until now.

The salaries I give you are not low, right?Compared with the years of Tianqi, your salaries have increased many times. Even if you don't touch these messy things, you can still live very well, right?

Why do you want to touch things like drug ointment? "

Before Sun Zhixie could answer, Emperor Chongzhen weighed the box containing the fushou ointment in his hand again, and continued, "Looking at the appearance of this fushou ointment, it must have been brought back from Japan? How much silver do you have to sell to make money?"

Sun Zhixie was tied up tightly, and his mouth was stuffed with rags. Even if he wanted to answer the Emperor Chongzhen's question, he couldn't do it. He could only make a whining sound. After struggling a few times in vain, he had to give up.

Emperor Chongzhen tilted his head, beckoned Fang Zhenghua to step forward, pulled the rag from Sun Zhixie's mouth, and then said, "Now you can speak."

After panting for a few times, Sun Zhixie said: "The guilty minister, you deserve death!"

Emperor Chongzhen said with a smile: "Sun Aiqing, don't say it so harshly. Why do you die forever? One death is enough for a person, so why die ten thousand times? Also, you haven't answered my question yet?"

There was a bang, but it was Sun Zhixie who put his head on the ground and begged: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me! The offender is willing to die, and I beg Your Majesty to spare the offender's family, wife and children!"

Shaking his head, Emperor Chongzhen said, "I can't do this kind of favor.

It is easy for me to be kind, but if I am kind to you, who will show kindness to those Jin Yiwei who died for you?Who will be kind to the Jin Yiwei's family?Who will be merciful to those people whose families have been ruined because of you?

You are Qingliu, a literati, I hope to see a trace of literati's strength in you, but unfortunately, you let me down again.

So, you don't need to plead, I can't do this kind of favor, and I won't.Your wife and children have enjoyed the glory and wealth with you, so they should accompany you on the road to Huangquan. This is fair and reasonable. "

In the era of Ming Dynasty, no one would jump out to talk about human rights. Unless Emperor Chongzhen twitched his head and started talking about human rights, otherwise, he was the only one who was qualified to talk about human rights in the whole world, not even the queen and prince. Qualifications.

Precisely because this was an era when human rights were not respected, there was no baptism of the Virgin Mary, and no human rights organization dared to jump out and bully. Emperor Chongzhen loved the Ming system from the bottom of his heart.

Later generations always have some brains, with a monthly income of less than three to five thousand, never bought a piece of clothing for their parents, and never brought their parents a good meal, but they are sorry to forgive those advertisements that cost tens of millions, and feel distressed For those celebrities who go to suck white noodles in pursuit of excitement, they have to be forgiven, because their idols are still children-children and sisters!Is there an [-]-year-old on the ID card?

Even the juvenile scum protection law doesn't protect them anymore, so do you need those with a monthly income of three to five thousand to feel sorry for them?People who have money don't hire lawyers?If you have filial piety money for idols, can you honor the parents who gave birth to you and raised you?

Without these idiots, Emperor Chongzhen could do whatever he wanted in Daming, especially when facing scum like Sun Zhixie, he didn't have to worry about anything, as long as a batch of Zhubi, these scumbags could be killed.

Especially for a scumbag like Sun Zhixie, killing him with one knife would be an advantage for him, and Sun Zhixie would secretly be happy in his heart.

Emperor Chongzhen believed that only tortures like Ling Chi could be worthy of Sun Zhixie's scumbags, and those who died because of him could rest in peace.

In fact, Emperor Chongzhen was a reasonable person, and at the same time he was also a fastidious person. He would never simply kill someone, even Ling Chi.

After all, simple killing is a low-level method, and real killing is to punish one's heart. It is to let the murdered person be stigmatized for thousands of years, and make all the living people curse the murdered person.

Only in this way can everyone remember that some things cannot be done, and once they are done, they will pay a heavy price that cannot be added. This is the purpose of Emperor Chongzhen.

Learn from past mistakes to avoid future ones, cure diseases and save lives.

Chapter 693 It was the first time that the world was opened up

On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, Lord Stove God will go to heaven, and the heaven will say good things, and the lower realm will keep you safe.

On the day of Xiaonian, most of the people in Tianjin City were not busy at home sending the Stove Lord to heaven, but ran to the largest open space in front of the magistrate's yamen in the city.

The execution platform erected overnight was not too high, it was about seven feet high, which is the height of an ordinary person, and there was no one on the platform. It was not until almost noon that a row of executioners and officials rushed to the platform. superior.