Chapter 545 If Heaven Doesn’t Punish Me, I Will
Forty percent of the government officials knelt in front of Jiang Qing, bowed their heads and pleaded guilty.
At the same time, the coroner burst into tears, "My wife!"
The woman left, still staring at him blankly, her eyes filled with endless reluctance.
Sun Chonglou sighed, "If I had known this, why would I have gone to the capital?"
Mo Zhan had an injury on his shoulder, but he still insisted on going along. Hearing this, he said, "If she doesn't go, I'm afraid both of them will die without knowing why."
"Why are you unhappy, young master?" asked Sun Chonglou.
"The officials colluded with the literati, took advantage of the situation and bullied the common people. But what about the Ming Dynasty?" Jiang Qingzhi looked at these officials and thought of the refugees who swept through the Ming Dynasty decades later.
While the scholars were reveling, they did not know that the turmoil they had caused would completely bury them.
I wonder what they were thinking when they shaved off the front of their hair and left a pig's tail.
"My Lord, someone from the Yang family tried to rush out just now, but after several people were shot and killed, the others retreated." A soldier came to report and asked for the next step.
"Go and see."
Jiang Qingzhi turned around and mounted his horse.
He rode his horse slowly.
The onlookers looked at him silently.
Suddenly someone asked, "Uncle."
Jiang Qingzhi looked in the direction of the sound.
A man asked: "Which one is better for us, Confucianism or Mohism?"
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter what I say, and it doesn't matter what you say."
"Then who has the final say?"
"you!"
Jiang Qingzhi pointed at everyone and said, "No matter who they are, no matter how wonderful their words are, what is good? It's not about what they say, but what they do.
It is real money and food, it is food that fills the stomach, it is clothes that warm the body... Who can prove all this? It is you! "
"Touch your belly, check the complexion of your wife and children at home, see if they are pale or rosy. Check the rice jar, check the meals, check the purse at home..."
Jiang Qingzhi said, "More is good, less is bad!"
Things in the world are never complicated, it's just that some people make them complicated.
Everyone was silent.
Who is better?
Who is bad?
The South is the base of the literati. Over the years, people have become accustomed to being under the rule of the literati, accustomed to being oppressed, and accustomed to everything.
What is good?
The present is the best.
These are the words of the literati.
A child looked up at his father and said, "Dad, didn't our family harvest extra grain?"
The man's confused eyes gradually became clearer.
Someone said: "The biogas digester can increase income by more than 10% every year. Isn't this a good thing?"
"Of course it's a good thing."
"But who is destroying him?"
Everyone looked at the kneeling officials in silence.
"It's those scholars!" someone shouted.
These words were like thunder, causing everyone to tremble.
"It's those corrupt officials!"
In the crowd, a man raised his arms and shouted, "They spread rumors and caused trouble, they killed people to silence them, and they wanted to ruin the biogas tank."
Biogas digesters are really good!
"Who built the biogas tank for us?" the man shouted. "It was the invention of Mohism, the wisdom of your majesty, and the hard work of the officials of the Ministry of Industry. The purpose was to let us harvest an extra three or five bushels of rice so that we can eat more and wear warmer clothes. Who are those who ruined the biogas tank?"
"It's Confucianism!" several men shouted.
Chen Ji, who was following behind Jiang Qingzhi, whispered, "I ordered the best fighters in Yebushou to mix in, and they are making a fuss now."
Jiang Qingzhi nodded.
Those people in Suzhou wanted to use Ye to start a propaganda war to ruin his reputation. But Jiang Qingzhi dared to say that he was their ancestor... Jiang Qingzhi smiled, "A bunch of clowns!"
The group arrived outside the Yang family’s gate.
At this moment, the door was closed, and a few heads could be seen sticking out from the top of the wall, with nervous expressions on their faces.
"Uncle!"
"Hello, uncle!"
More than two hundred cavalrymen dismounted and saluted in unison.
"Surrender!" Jiang Qingzhi nodded.
More than two hundred cavalrymen drew their swords and struck their shields with the backs of their swords.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Will you lower it or not?"
Guard Huang Bing asked in confusion: "Isn't this a way to persuade the enemy to surrender?"
Sun Bu Tong chuckled, "Who do you think is inside?"
"They are the enemy, the enemy of the Ming Dynasty." Jiang Qingzhi said slowly: "They are greedy and they treat the country and the people as straw dogs.
For their own selfishness and their own wealth, they were willing to drag the Ming Dynasty into hell. Then the country was in turmoil, and the foreign races broke out of the Central Plains, killing people in large numbers, leaving nine out of ten houses empty. Is it tragic? " "It's tragic!" Sun Chonglou nodded.
"But it's still these people, they raise their hands high, kneel before the horses of the foreign race, and shout long live them." Jiang Qingzhi said sarcastically: "They have changed their masters and their country, but they are still the best. This is the reason why they are so fearless. And today, I will let the world know that God is watching what people do. If God doesn't punish, I will!"
At this moment, the three calls for surrender were completed.
Choking!
Jiang Qingzhi drew his sword, "The Yang family of Suzhou Prefecture is plotting rebellion and is resisting stubbornly. Kill them. Anyone who resists will be killed! Anyone who flees will be killed!"
A scream came from behind the gate: "I surrender!"
Xu Wei sighed, "Rebellion... the flavor of this matter has changed."
Treason and murder are two different things. If involved in treason, none of these powerful family heads will be spared.
Sun Bu Tong grinned and said, "From the moment they ambushed the officers and soldiers, this outcome was doomed."
Bang!
More than a dozen heroes who were in despair heard the collision and stood up and looked towards the gate.
"Confess your guilt?" someone said.
"It has come to this, what can we do!"
"Never mind, I plead guilty."
Yang Bai sighed, "Alright." He suddenly laughed, "Even if they take us to the capital, there are too many southerners serving as officials in the capital. With those people to smooth things over, the most we can do is exile."
Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
"Exile, isn't that just eating, drinking and having fun in a different place?"
"Hahahaha!"
Amidst the wild laughter, the door was pushed open.
"The Yang family is plotting treason!"
Amidst the shouts, Yang Bai's expression changed drastically, "Jiang Qingzhi is so cruel, don't resist, kneel down, kneel down!"
Dozens of soldiers rushed in.
The leader was Sun Chonglou.
"I plead guilty!"
Yang Bai raised his hand and shouted.
The knife flashed, and the head fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief. Sun Chonglou grinned and said, "Yang Bai and others are resisting stubbornly, kill them!"
"No!"
The powerful men screamed and tried to escape by rolling and crawling, but were immediately submerged in the sword light.
Yang Changhe and others were detained in the government office, waiting to be interrogated one by one.
"Yang Bai said last time that many people in the capital are eagerly waiting for his success. Even if he fails, he will become a hero among scholars all over the world. Even if he is exiled, his reputation will still be passed down through the ages.
The world belongs to Confucianism now. Just like Yang Shen, although he was exiled, he lived like a nobleman in Yunnan, still wearing fine clothes and eating delicious food. Why did you bow your head and offend the scholars of the world for this..."
Huang Jing sighed.
Yang Changhe closed his eyes. "Back then, I was full of ambition and wanted to do something for the world. But once I entered the officialdom, I encountered setbacks. My passion gradually turned into ice water. It's not too late to wake up now. As for the so-called luxurious clothes and delicious food..."
Yang Changhe glanced at Huang Jing and asked, "Have you ever heard of the Jingguan outside Taiyuan City?"
Huang Jing nodded, and Yang Changhe said, "Jiang Qingzhi acted decisively. He came to Suzhou Prefecture this time not only to investigate the matter, but also to use it to strike a blow to the morale of the southern scholars. I bet that Yang Bai and others will become the chicken he kills to scare the monkeys!"
"How dare he..."
At this time, an official walked by outside and heard a panicked voice.
"...Yang Bai and his gang plotted rebellion, and more than a dozen powerful family heads were beheaded. Now their heads are hanging outside the government office. How tragic!"
Huang Jing's body shook. "Rebellion... Impossible! Yang Bai and his family were all killed by Jiang Qingzhi. How could he have the courage to rebel?"
Yang Changhe said grimly: "They dared to kill the officers and soldiers and plot treason, so why wouldn't they dare?"
Seeing Huang Jing slumped in the chair, Yang Changhe laughed and said, "Confucianism and Mohism are fighting, Confucianism and Mohism are fighting, and Suzhou is the battlefield. Everyone in the literati thought that this noble would be defeated. But they didn't expect that he gave the Confucians a solid slap in the face in Suzhou. It feels so good, so good! Hahahaha!"
“Crazy! Crazy!” Huang Jing staggered back, “They’re all fucking crazy! A bunch of lunatics! This Ming Dynasty… is crazy! Hahahaha!”
From the moment the head was hung outside the Suzhou government office, the news spread rapidly to the surrounding areas.
"be quick!"
Outside the gate of Jiang Qingzhi's residence, Xu Wei explained: "Every time you go to a place, shout loudly. Yang is colluding with Suzhou Prefecture and pretending to be a divine punishment. In fact, he wants to arouse the anger of the people and intends to rebel..."
"Yes!"
More than a hundred soldiers will be divided into dozens of teams and rushed to various places.
As the sound of horse hooves faded away, Sun Bu Tong scratched his head, "Mr. Xu, why did the uncle say they were plotting treason?"
Xu Wei said with his hands behind his back, "The Confucians set a trap for us in Suzhou Prefecture. I thought that you came here to solve this matter. But from the beginning, you were not prepared to be led by them. Otherwise... with your decisive and ruthless character, how could you have been so hypocritical with them for so long?"
Sun Bu Tong suddenly understood, "No wonder. I thought that with Lord Bo's personality, he should have taken down a few powerful people as soon as he arrived in Suzhou Prefecture and used various means to make them speak."
"Killing people is easy, there are many corpses outside Datong City. But what Lord wants is to kill them and destroy their hearts!" Xu Wei chuckled, "They dug a big pit, and Lord disguised the pit and lured them in. The purpose is to give them a slap in the face in the south, the base of the literati."
Xu Wei turned around and said, "This slap must hurt them and they cannot fight back. We must let the world know that the Mohists are doing good things that benefit the country and the people, while the Confucians... not only do not do good things, but also hinder them everywhere.
Killing people means destroying their hearts. Killing people means destroying the hypocritical heart of Confucianism! And after destroying the heart, you have to whip the corpse..."
"Whip the corpse?"
"These soldiers rushed to various places to report the news, and they slapped the faces of the scholars and officials in various places. This is called whipping corpses! They whipped the corpses of Yang Bai and others for those people to see!"
"What will those scholars think of this method of Lord Bo?"
"Master Bo has a saying, called... impotent rage!"
(End of this chapter)
