Hua Rong nodded slightly when he saw the shocked expressions of the people below the audience, and then continued: "The salary of this prefect is only 700 taels of silver in the year. It is clear where the extra one was taken from. Two years ago, when this dog official took office, it was said that it was just a small car, but when he left office, everyone saw it. This was dozens of cargo. This book belongs to all the villagers of Heze Prefecture. Don't you feel sad or regretful?"

Now the people reacted even more. Although no one dared to criticize Liu Wanchun, many people have already shouted that we would pay back our money.

Hua Rong walked to the stage and picked up a silver ingot and flicked it in his hand, "Did you see it? This is a snow-patterned silver of twenty-five taels, and it was cast by the government. Does anyone want it?"

At least a few thousand people in the audience shouted eagerly, after all, wealth was touching, and everyone's courage became much stronger when they saw the money of snowflakes.

Hua Rong smiled and said, "It's very simple to want this money. As long as anyone dares to come to the stage to point out a crime in public, I will give the money to him immediately. I can exchange it for more than fifty taels of money in a few words. Such good things are not something that can happen every day. Don't miss the opportunity, fellow villagers."

When they heard that they had to go to the stage to testify in person, everyone in the audience became much quieter. After all, this was equivalent to standing up and slapping Liu Wanchun in the face, and the risks were much greater. At this time, an old man in a ragged dress shouted loudly: "Good man, old man, I am willing to go to the stage."

Hua Rong was overjoyed and hurriedly asked his subordinates to take him to the stage. This was the first time that the old man stood so high, and faced with so many people, his calves suddenly shivered. Hua Rong handed over a bowl of water and wine and said, "Don't panic, if you have something to do, just say it slowly, we have the right decision for everything."

Hua Rong is already pretty and gentle, and is one of the few Confucian generals on Liangshan. Like Du Jia, he wears a long gown and looks like a scholar. He wears armor and looks like a general. When the old man sees his calm expression and speaks politely, he calms down. After taking the wine and drinking it, he wipes his mouth and bows to the bottom and says, "Old man, my name is Zhang Laohei. My ancestors have been from Heze Mansion for generations. They originally make a living by burning charcoal. Although they are poor, their lives can be counted. My old couple guards an honest child, and never competes with others in every way. I believe that many of the villagers know us."

Dozens of people immediately responded loudly below, and it was obvious that the old man Zhang did not lie.

Then Old Man Zhang suddenly changed his mind, pointed at Liu Wanchun and cursed: "But since the dog official named Liu came, there have been countless taxes and taxes. Our life is getting harder and harder. A few days ago, the stolen official said he would collect "birthday tax" to pay his birthday to his shit teacher. Our family was forcibly paid a lot of money, but our family was really gone. As a result, the yamen runner lied to me that I was a messenger and deliberately had money but refused to pay it.

My child couldn't help but argue with them for a few words, but they tied up my son and beat him up and fell into prison. Unexpectedly, my child never came out after he went in. Then my wife was also angry and anxious and got a serious illness. She disappeared a few days ago - now the body is still on the house, I really can't afford a straw mat. Our good family was ruined by them, and the family was destroyed. What's the point of living now? Can the hero give me a knife and let me die with this dog official?"

At the end of the story, the old man burst into tears, and there was also sigh among the people below the audience. Many people also shed tears on the spot. It was obvious that Zhang Laohei also talked about it to their hearts.

Hua Rong was also slightly moved, and then whispered: "Brother-in-law, the public trial has not yet ended. If you want to kill this dog official, others will not be able to continue to seek justice. You can go over and slap the dog official in the face and then get the money. At least you can arrange the funeral for the aunt and the others."

After saying that, he stuffed the silver into Zhang Laohei's hands. The old man bowed respectfully to him, then walked to Liu Wanchun, spat hard on his face, raised his big slap and gave him a big mouth, and then he stepped down.

Zhang Laohei often does heavy work, and his hands are quite strong. In addition, he did not hold back at all when he was angry. Liu Wanchun's face suddenly became swollen, and there was a clear black handprint on it.

Liu Wanchun was angry, angry and ashamed, but he didn't dare to speak and even dared not resist. The bright swords of the soldiers on both sides were right beside him. If he dared to move, he would immediately be there.

Many people felt the same when they heard Liu Laohei's words. Seeing that the prefect who was always arrogant was slapped by him, everyone felt that it was too satisfying. Many people couldn't help but shouted "There was no matter how high or low" it was. And seeing that he was really holding the big silver, everyone was even more envious.

With the first to take the lead, everyone became bolder and an old lady came up. She was also very badly caused by the "birthday tax" sent by Liu Wanchun. Like Liu Laohei, she also came up and cried, and finally kicked Liu Wanchun and spat, and went down with the money.

In this way, a total of ten people came to appeal, each of whom was extremely miserable after being exploited by Liu Wanchun. In the end, they all rewarded the guy with one punch or one kick, and finally left with the silver.

Seeing the people below signing up more and more enthusiastically, Hua Rong raised his hand and smiled: "Friends, this complaint is enough, and it's getting late. We still have many regulations to handle later. Let's stop this matter. What the ten villagers said just now are facts?"

The following immediately said in unison: "But it is true, not a single trace of it."

Hua Rong waved his hand and said, "Okay, this crime is enough. Now I announce the sentence of Liu Wanchun as the stolen official, and it will be executed immediately."

Liu Wanchun was beaten to the point of kneeling on the ground and couldn't stand up. He was even more shocked when he heard this and shouted: "Thief, how dare you? I am the fifth-rank prefect, the disciple of Lord Yang Jian. If you dare to kill me, the court will definitely not let you go in the future. I will execute you all by Lingchi. Aren't you afraid? If I stop, I can cover it up for you."

Hua Rong smiled coldly: "Dog official, do you think you will be scared? Don't use the old thief Yang Jian to scare us. We Liangshan heroes are about to act on behalf of the heavens. We are dealing with such a big rat thief like you. Not to mention the old thief Yang Jian, even the old emperor cannot save you today. Come on, take action for me!"

Dear heroes, can you be more powerful? Don't worry, I can bear it...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!