Because there are many vegetable sellers in the West Market, it is also called Caishi Street. The intersection of Caishi Street is the place where the Ming Dynasty sent out red missions to kill people. At dawn, the prisoners on death row were put into prison cars, drove out of Shunchengmen, and crossed the Duanhun Bridge.

Pass through Mishi and go to Caishikou Dharma Hall.

Today's Caishikou Dharma Ground is extremely lively. The government posted a notice three days ago. Everyone in the capital knows that 800 people will be out on a red mission today.

Eight hundred people. Since the day Caishikou was established, there has never been a time when so many people were killed at one time.

However, no one said that the imperial court was tyrannical. Instead, they gave a thumbs up, praising the imperial court for being wise and decisive, and bringing glory to the Han nation. Some scholars also translated the famous saying of Han general Ma Yuan: Anyone who offends our strong Han will be punished no matter how far away!

Used to describe the power of the imperial court!

Today, every Han who came to watch the execution had a high chest. There were also Hu people watching from a distance, but they all looked like monkeys watching a chicken being killed.

"Man! Have you heard about it? Last year, our Ming Dynasty was in Java, and tens of thousands of people were killed by the local natives. Marshal Li got angry and asked the Liao army to go to Java in a warship, and captured so many people at once. Wait for today

Just behead your head, damn it, even our Ming Dynasty will have such a promising future."

"Ten thousand people were killed, but thirty or forty thousand people were killed. Marshal Li ordered King Annan Ruan to send troops to Java to help our Ming Dynasty fight. These people were captured by King Annan Ruan. I heard that the court returned them to

Yinzi, why are you so happy?"

"Here, you look like a scholar. Why can't you see how good our Ming Dynasty is?

Let’s not talk about it far away. At the time of Lord Wanli, there was a defeat in Saarhu. Our Ming army killed more than 70,000 people. I heard that the heads were piled like hills. Famous generals like Jun Song and Liu Jue were chopped off.

Crush it and feed it to the dog.

Which man do you think will capture the Tatars and avenge the dead soldiers life-for-life?

Look now, we Ming people have been bullied by outsiders. When the commander-in-chief gives an order, King Annan Ruan has to obey the order and send troops to Java to help our Ming Dynasty fight the war. King Annan Ruan dares not to listen to Marshal Li's order? What is this?

This is the power of the country and the power of the army!”

"You don't know that King Ruan of Annan took the money." The scholar-looking guy looked sideways at the group of mud-legged men and merchants in front of him with a look of contempt.

"Who doesn't have enough military expenses to fight a war?"

"These are the blessings of our people in the Ming Dynasty. Why the Liao army did not dare to go to Java to fight is not because they want to help Marshal Li enslave us in the Ming Dynasty."

"Master! I don't want to hear this anymore. You said Marshal Li is trying to steal the land, but why do I feel that life is getting better day by day? Before Marshal Li, look at the Tatars making trouble outside the customs. No.

Marshal Li, the Tatars have already invaded Shanhaiguan. Are you left here to pick and choose?

What was our capital like in the past? Let’s not talk about other places, let’s talk about this Caishikou. There was no day when it was not full of beggars, stretching out their hands to ask for some food. When the market opened in the morning, when was there not a few people who were dragged out to die?

Look, is there still such a thing now?

Old farmers in suburban counties have a very prosperous life. Potatoes and corn are grown in the fields, fat pigs are raised in pens, and poultry such as chickens, ducks, and geese are raised in the yards. In the past few years, have you ever heard of places where people are hungry?

Are there any dead people?

Feel your conscience before speaking, and put your mind right before speaking. When Lord Wanli, Lord Tianqi, and Lord Chongzhen, those in the Forbidden City were in power, there was no time in the capital where there were no people selling their sons, daughters, and sex.

?Who can sell himself as a slave if he can survive? Who is willing to let his daughter or son be a slave for the rest of his life?

Aren’t they all forced by no way out?

Now look at it, let alone selling sons and daughters. How many beggars can you see? How many people are wearing patched clothes? Dogs won’t eat you if you have a bad heart. Even dogs won’t bite you if you’re like this.”

"What are you talking about? I've arranged to frame several late emperors, and I want to report you to the officials." The scholar-looking guy was anxious, and he pulled the guy in front of him to see the officials.

Just as he grabbed the man's neck, he was slapped on the back of the head.

"Who the fuck?" When he turned around to curse, he got kicked in the leg again.

A half-teen-year-old child put a vegetable basket on his head from behind.

This time it was over, countless punches and kicks came out from all directions. The scholar-looking guy was beaten until he screamed and rolled on the ground. The basket on his head was held tightly, and he couldn't get free no matter what.

"The official is here...!" Someone shouted, and the attackers dispersed. Only the scholar who kept saying "Ouch" was left, moaning on the ground.

"What's going on?" Today is a big day, and there are many patrol officers. Seeing a fight here, they finally squeezed through, but they only saw the sufferer lying on the ground.

"I am a student of the Imperial College. Someone just framed the late emperor and beat me. You arrest him, or I will go to your Shuntian Mansion. Why don't you hurry up and arrest him!" He finally took off the basket on his head, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

The scholar pointed at the officer's nose and shouted.

"Oh! There is such a thing. Brothers, follow me to catch the thieves who framed the late emperor. This supervisor! Have you seen the thieves?"

"They ran in that direction, no, there was also that direction. There were a few running over there too!" The scholar sat on the ground, pointing aimlessly.

"Okay! Brothers, we're arresting people." The officers raised their legs and left. In an instant, no one was left.

The idle men around him gathered around again, looking at the scholar and smiling maliciously.

"What are you doing? Help! Help!"

No one wants to hear the scholar's screams, because there is a group of people who are even more miserable than him.

Eight hundred Javanese natives were stripped naked and walked on the streets. People in the Ming Dynasty generally believed that humanitarianism did not apply to these people who harmed the people of the Ming Dynasty. Leaving a pair of pants for them was considered disrespectful to the dead compatriots.

Hundreds of naked people were parading in the street. This was the first time since the founding of the capital. Everyone was staring at the spectacle on the street. The ladies in the private rooms of nearby restaurants even forgot to cover their faces.

It’s so fucking spectacular. How do these people look? They are all dark and short. They look like adults, but their bodies are about the same as half-grown children. And they look very weird. They all have the same nose.

A man with two eyes. But these Javanese natives look so awkward. There are hundreds of them and not one of them is pleasing to the eye.

The capital city belongs to the north, and almost no one has relatives or friends who were martyred in that tragedy. Therefore, everyone has the attitude of watching the fun, but this does not prevent some people with dark psychology from taking advantage of the opportunity.

There is never a shortage of rotten vegetable leaves at the market entrance, and some people even throw stones into it. I heard that these people killed tens of thousands of Ming Dynasty people, and the people in the front spat one after another. An old woman vomited so hard that she spit out her dentures

He went out. Just as he was about to pick it up, he was stepped on by a Javanese's big foot.

There was no way to get rid of the dentures that had been trampled by animals. The old woman was so angry that she grabbed the potatoes in the vegetable basket and smashed them into the Javanese crowd.

The Javanese people were really starved along the way. In order to prevent them from escaping or hurting others, the guards used a trick - starving them.

Each person is given a corn bun per day, which is enough to ensure that the person does not starve to death and can still walk a few steps. As for water, it is even more difficult to find. Except for driving people into the rainwater to drink when it rains, the rest of the time is

Give one bucket of water to every hundred people.

The kind-hearted guard felt that there was too little water, so he often peed one or two times in it, trying to get the Javanese to drink more. After fully expressing his love, he trembled all over and pulled up his trousers, hiding his merit and fame.

When they see vegetable leaves thrown out, Javanese people don't care whether they are dirty or rotten, they just put them in their mouths. The potatoes thrown by the old lady are good things. They don't care even if they are covered with dust, they just put them in their mouths.
Chapter completed!