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253 It's too late to regret

The border generals and civil servants who colluded with the eight major Shanxi merchants were sentenced to a higher level of punishment. For example, those who killed nine clans were changed to three clans, those who killed Lingchi changed to half of their beheading, etc.

This Tonglu case, a total of more than 11,000 people were involved in the case, of which more than 3,000 were executed. The previous Wei Ni case was simply a slight witch compared to it, and it was not of the same magnitude at all.

For Fan Yongdou and others, the death penalty was executed after being sentenced. The reason for this was that when the iron was hot, other national policies could be implemented while the people were willing to use it. In addition, the capital did not have much food and should not be wasted on these borers.

On the 16th day of the first lunar month of the third year of Chongzhen, the weather was gloomy and the wind was howling, as if it was late spring. It was particularly cold this day.

But not many people in the city were willing to stay in the warm houses and rushed to the streets. From the Jinyiwei Zhao Prison to the Execution Square, there were people. When the prison car passed by, countless curses sounded, "Warm welcome."

Fan Yongdou was weak all over and hung in the prison car, turning a blind eye to the scolding, thinking about his life in his heart.

If I had known today, I would not have done business with Jianlu for huge profits. Looking back, although the wealth I earned was too much, it ended up falling into the hands of the court. Not only did I lose my money, but I also accompanied myself, my wife, children and even the lives of the entire clan! Is it a complete failure to do business like this!

The most painful thing in the world is that people are gone, and money is also someone else's. Wife and children die together, and from then on, they will be killed by their children!

As he thought about it, Fan Yongdou suddenly became unwilling to give up. He was being taken out of the prison car and was about to be tied to a pillar. He didn't know where he got the strength, but suddenly resisted violently. While moving around, he shouted vigorously: "I was wrong, I changed, I can do business, I can make money, I can help the court make money..."

"Noisy!" The executioner was impatient when he heard this and slapped him hard. Suddenly, Fan Yongdou's mouth was covered in blood, but he still wanted to shout, hoping to win a glimmer of hope for himself.

When the other seven Shanxi merchants heard this, they also shouted with luck. But they were not very useful except to attract slaps from the executioners in the face. The angry curses of the onlookers were very loud, which completely covered up their voices.

However, when the prisoner announced the crime, the people around him calmed down. At this time, Fan Yongdou and others shouted loudly, and the prisoner heard it.

"I can do business in Ming Dynasty. Could it be that you can only make you? Tonglu stolen the country and killed tens of millions of people in Ming Dynasty. Even if you have the ability, you must die. Otherwise, how could the undead who were killed by you rest in peace?" After the prison officer angrily scolded him, he saw that the time was almost over, and threw out the order and said, "Test the correct person and execute the execution!"

When he heard this, the public anger that had finally calmed down just now suddenly broke out again. He shouted that Fan Yongdou and others would pay their lives, witnessing the punishment of being cut into pieces with his own eyes, and even took out silver to buy their meat and went back to pay tribute to the dead relatives.

Even Hu Guang in the Forbidden City could hear the noise coming from the execution ground. He suddenly remembered that Yuan Chonghuan, who had originally been in history, seemed to have enjoyed such treatment. It is said that he recited a poem when he was executed, which could it be passed on to later generations? With such public anger, who would help him pass on it?

I was always sleepy by the girl last night, maybe because the child even recognized the bed even if he was young.
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