Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

The streets were crowded with people, blocking the market entrance. The vendors stopped selling goods and stretched their necks to look across.

After waiting for a long time, it was finally three quarters to noon.

"The time has come——"

"cut--"

Everyone saw Lu Zhixian, who was sitting in a high position, throwing down a token.

shouted loudly.

There was silence.

The two executioners each took a big knife, one walked to the left and the other to the right.

There was a row of people kneeling on the execution ground.

Thirteen in total.

They were wrapped with hemp ropes and tied tightly, unable to move. When they heard the word "Zhang", several people were frightened and peed. Yellow water dripped from the wooden boards. The people standing closer covered their mouths and noses. I hate it so much.

"This smell is too sexy."

"Get away quickly——"

Several people couldn't bear the smell and backed away.

The vacant position was quickly occupied.

The thugs at the top of the queue on both sides wanted to faint immediately.

Because the two executioners were already standing behind them.

And Shen Jiading was kneeling in the middle.

His eyes were as dark as ink, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking.

Compared with the gray-faced and frightened subordinates beside him, he knelt upright with a look of death on his face.

There are only two executioners in Jiashu County. This is the first time they have to behead so many people. Therefore, when there are not enough manpower, they can only behead two people in one round and behead them separately.

"puff--"

The executioners picked up the flagon, drank a sip of strong liquor, and sprayed it on the sword in their hands.

The sun at noon was particularly dazzling. The light shone on the sharp knife and was refracted through the water droplets on the blade. The silver light shone. The old man who was old and had poor eyesight was stung by this light and couldn't open his eyes.

The prisoners were all silenced.

They couldn't say a word.

All he could do was whimper.

Logically speaking, the prisoner should leave his last words before beheading, but the letter sent by the governor clearly stated that their mouths must be sealed.

Magistrate Lu had no choice.

He can only obey orders, after all, walls have ears.

Maybe among the crowd, there are the eyes and ears of the governor of Jiangnan.

The executioners on the execution platform looked at each other and took two steps forward with their sharp swords in hand.

"Um-"

The two thugs who were about to be tortured twisted their bodies wildly and refused to cooperate and lowered their heads.

they know.

Once this head is lowered.

Just landed.

I can't lift it up anymore.

"You four, go and press their heads on the wooden pier." Lu Zhixian whispered to the four officials beside him.

If it drags on any longer, it will be too late.

When necessary, some coercive measures must be taken.

"Yes, my lord——"

The officers immediately stepped forward, working in pairs, to hold them down.

The executioners changed their positions and came to the front. They raised their swords high.

"Click——"

"Bangbang——"

The broadsword was sharp and the executioner was strong. They swung it hard. The broadsword penetrated the flesh and cut off the bones in the neck. The two heads rolled down at the same time and hit the wooden board hard, making two bang bang sounds.

None of the people present screamed. They stared at the head on the ground. The timid ones covered their eyes, while the brave ones even squeezed forward to get a better look.

"昘——"

Blood spurted out and sprinkled on the executioner's face and body.

But they were not afraid, they wiped it casually twice with their hands, and then continued to cut off a round.

In just a quarter of an hour, there were already ten heads on the ground at Caishikou.

Some of them had their eyes closed, and some were dead with eyes closed. Their heads were separated from their bodies, and their skin and flesh gradually turned gray.

As the sword slashed down again, two more heads appeared on the ground.

Shen Jiading is the only one left.

His originally undaunted expression completely changed, and he looked like a wild boar waiting to be slaughtered. His face was pale and his eyes were red, as if he wanted to take one last look at the world before he died and was reluctant to close his eyes.

"It's time for you to hit the road—"

These words, like ghost sounds from the underworld, made Shen Jiading's heart almost stop beating.

He was breathing rapidly, because his mouth was tightly blocked.

The nasal cavity has doubled in size.

He greedily inhaled the surrounding air.

"Boom-"

The next second, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Then his eyelids twitched twice, his head fell to the ground, and he made a dull sound.

On the execution ground, no more, no less, exactly thirteen heads.

"Hang these heads at the city gate to warn the people coming and going!" Magistrate Lu and other officials from the county government said after inspecting the thirteen corpses and confirming that they were dead.

Logically speaking, his head fell to the ground.

There is no need to check, even gods can’t save him.

But Magistrate Lu has always been cautious in doing things.

He doesn't slow down the process at all.

The market entrance was filled with blood, and the soles of the people standing in the front row were stained with blood.

But they are not afraid at all.

In this dynasty, there is a legend circulating.

When you hate a person to the extreme, you will trample on his flesh and blood after he dies! Then he will never be reincarnated.

The people who were killed by Shen Jiading were all standing at the front.

They stepped on it with great vigor.

Just like the tap dancers on TV.

Yan Xia wanted to laugh looking at it.

After the beheading, the food market entrance was cleaned clean, but a lot of blood could still be seen vaguely in the gaps between the bluestone bricks, and the smell of rust spread in the air.

Disgusting.

The people who were watching all went about their business.

Yan Xia also returned to the shop.

The sun sets and the day goes by quickly.

At the same time, Ye Shaoyun, the governor of Jiangnan Province, was writing Buddhist scriptures silently in his study.

He wore a black robe and his hair was tied up with a long green hairpin.

Even if he doesn't smile, he is kind-hearted.

His belly is slightly bulging, but his limbs are very slender.

Judging by his face, he must be fifty at most.

"Master, Wu Yan gave you a gift. I asked the porter to tell him that you were not at the house. He put down the box and left."

Halfway through writing.

The wooden door of the study room was opened.

A man in his thirties, wearing a black servant uniform, flatteringly held a mahogany box and bent over, walked to Ye Shaoyun and reported.

There were more than a dozen candles lit in the study, which was brightly lit.

The ravines on the man's face were clearly illuminated. His expression was tense, and there were a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Open it and see what's inside."

When Ye Shaoyun spoke, he didn't even raise his head. He continued to write Buddhist scriptures as if he was not disturbed.

"Yes, master."

The man knelt on the ground and carefully opened the wooden box.

It was actually filled with fist-sized gold ingots, which were so bright and yellow that it made people excited to see them.

Not only that, there was also a stack of silver notes underneath the gold ingot, all with a face value of three hundred taels.

"Go back to the master, there are gold ingots in the box, a whole box, and three thousand taels of silver notes." He took out the banknotes, counted them briefly, and replied.