Fang woke up to the Ministry of Revenue. The so-called delivery was just a signing and sealing.

Xia Yuanji personally took action and asked Fang Xing to sign and seal it.

"Two books on mathematics, one dictionary, and one physics. Those craftsmen have been printing it. The current balance is more than 37,000 jin. Do you want to cash it out?"

Xia Yuanji asked seriously.

Fang Xing sighed and signed and stamped, "It's not enough! Lord Xia, I gave the idea of ​​building a big market for the Ministry of Revenue. Isn't that good?"

Xia Yuanji said with a stern face: "You are ambitious and want these books to be spread all over the Ming Dynasty, but have you ever thought about it? Someone would buy such cheap books to burn fire?"

"Of course I thought about it."

Fang Xing said indifferently: "But how many people are there? Most of them are Confucian scholars, right? Even if half of them buy them to burn fire, I still make the remaining half of them. These people will be..."

"What is it?"

Xia Yuanji glared and said, "Is it your powerful tool to dig up the corners of Confucianism?"

Fang Xing smiled and said, "What does poaching mean? Lord Xia, I am just poaching for the Ming Dynasty! You all know that the cycle of governance and chaos will inevitably take place in this dynasty, but who has tried to solve it? Or do you not find the reason, and you are blinding your eyes?"

Xia Yuanji frowned and said, "It's best not to go out and say this, otherwise the next time it will be a real sword and a real gun! It's easy to avoid open guns, but it's hard to defend against hidden arrows. Don't fight with them!"

Fang Xing put the pen down and moved his wrist and said, "There are many good people in Confucian children, but in this atmosphere, no matter how good people are, they must follow the crowd, otherwise they will not be tolerated. I am right."

"This is called a sauce jar. Everyone is mixing in the sauce jar. Whoever wants to get the sludge without being stained is an alien, and aliens have to be suppressed!"

Fang Xing's words were always so aggressive. Xia Yuanji sighed: "That man was just being encouraged to do such a stupid thing. Dehua, for his youthfulness, would he let him go?"

Fang Xing turned around and looked outside the door, and said with a deep look: "Mr. Xia, even you think that kindness is pity, which shows his success in building momentum."

Xia Yuanji blushed and defended: "No! Dehua, you don't know. This morning, His Majesty appointed a criminal in the Shandong corruption case. Do you know how many people you want to kill?"

Fang Xing shook his head, he felt that all the officials deserved to die!

"Mr. Xia, if you went to Shandong to see the tragic situation of the hungry people, you will know that no one of the officials was wronged if they were killed!"

Xia Yuanji smiled bitterly and said, "One hundred and seventy-four people! One hundred and seventy-four people! Now he has been taken to the West Market. Your Majesty can't wait for a moment. He will kill someone and establish his authority soon!"

Fang Xing's eyes warmed up. He knew that Xia Yuanji was reminding himself: officials in Shandong were suffering heavy casualties and their old past was spread all over the world. If you are still entangled with a scholar who wants to seek fame, you are really making enemies for yourself.

"Forget it, but according to the law, he should not forgive any sins. I promise not to deal with him."

A fool, Fang Xing will not exaggerate it.

Fang Xing agreed generously, and Xia Yuanji smiled and said, "That's right. Today, Your Majesty also asked all officials to go to the West City to see the execution. I will go now, so you can do it yourself."

Beheaded!

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "Go to go by, Lord Xia, I'll go home."

Although they cut off many heads on the battlefield, they were all aliens. Shandong officials...

Fang Xing and Xia Yuanji walked out of the Ministry of Revenue together. A eunuch was waiting outside. When he saw Fang Xing, he said, "Your Majesty has an explanation. Xing He Bo will go to the West Market immediately and do not leave early!"

Fang Xing took a deep breath and asked, "Who is in charge of the execution?"

The eunuch said, "Mr. Lü, Minister of Rites."

Damn! Old Zhu is so cruel! He actually asked Lu Zhen to go to the prison and kill him.

Fang Xing nodded, and then got on the horse with Xia Yuanji to the west market.

...

In the West City, when Fang Xing and Xia Yuanji arrived, it was already crowded.

Of course, as an official, there is a special passage to enter, although most of them don’t want to enter!

Passed through an open shop and finally arrived at the execution ground.

In the past, executions were at most a corner, but today's situation was so large that it drove the onlookers to the periphery.

There was no seat, hundreds of officials were standing on the left, and Fang Xing saw many acquaintances and bowed his hand.

There is a shed on the right, where Lu Zhen sat inside, and at this moment he gave orders expressionlessly.

"Take a prisoner!"

With Lu Zhen's order, the crowds on the outside dispersed and teams of prisoners were brought in.

"Smash!"

These people were wearing official uniforms not long ago and were extremely imposing, but now they were trembling in front of the anger of the people.

Rotten vegetables, small pebbles, things you don't want...

This is a tacit procedure, which can be regarded as a correction of the emperor. You see, the people are so angry, which means that I am killing them is in line with people’s hearts!

Among these people, Fang Xing saw Liao Dongchang, the former commander of the Left Guard of Qingzhou, and the Qingzhou Prefect...

"Kneel down!"

On the large open space in the middle, these officials were ordered to kneel down, everyone was trembling, and some were even incontinent.

No one shouted for justice!

Fang Xing discovered this problem and asked Xia Yuanji: "Aren't they afraid of death?"

Xia Yuanji comforted his fingers and said, "I once asked an official who was pardoned before the execution. He said that at that time his throat seemed to be full of gravel and could not speak."

"Yes, there is a great horror between life and death! Few people can see through it!"

Xia Yuanji smiled and said, "Lu Zhen will suffer next!"

Fang Xing was puzzled and looked at the shed.

When the criminal arrived, Lu Zhen got up and walked out of the shed, followed by two minor officials, identifying the criminal one by one.

This is to verify the right body.

At this time, if the criminal thinks he is wronged, he can ask the deceased official on the spot for help.

Lu Zhen obviously didn't want anyone to complain to him, so the process was very fast.

The clerk around him took out a booklet recording the appearance characteristics and crimes of the criminals one by one, and they had to correspond to the wooden signs inserted behind the criminals.

If the names and crimes on the wooden sign match one by one, the appearance matches, and no one complains about the injustice, then the next procedure must be carried out.

In front of countless people, Lu Zhen cheered up and checked them one by one. More than 100 people were not an easy job.

After the inspection, Lu Zhen's face turned pale, I don't know if it was because of fear or something.

"When you are staring at more than a hundred dying people, anyone will be afraid!"

Some of the officials watching made fun of it, but they couldn't laugh immediately.

The executioner has entered the venue!

Ten executioners entered the venue with their chests and belly sagging!

Logically, these prisoners have to tie them to wooden stakes to facilitate execution, but today there are too many people, so the assistance method is adopted.

Execution!

After Lu Zhen's order, the two went up and pressed down the back of a criminal, and ordered him to bow his head.

"Otherwise, you won't die even if you cut ten times. Those who are smart will lower their heads and give you some fun!"

The prisoner was dominated by great fear and almost drooped his head to his chest.

"I don't want to die...I don't want to..."
Chapter completed!