Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang

chapter 938

"Snapped!"

  The restaurant in the West City was full of seats, and there was a lot of uproar. The guys wore white hand towels and trays and shuttled between the tables, chairs, and corridors. The shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter, smiling from ear to ear. Suddenly, there was a sound of waking wood, and the restaurant immediately became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the storyteller on the storytelling desk.

   "It's started, it's started!" In the private room on the second floor, Jiang Mujin motioned for everyone to keep quiet. The five sisters of the Jiang family turned their heads at the same time and looked at the storyteller sitting on the tall storytelling table on the first floor.

"The law of the sky is clear, the retribution is unhappy. It's not that the time has not come. When the time comes, the full report of the newspaper!" The storyteller pulled everyone into the book with his unique tone and voice, "What we are going to talk about today is Jiang Xianxian's first kill: the sky is flying with heavy snow and thousands of people are angry, and Xianxian is angry and kills the county magistrate!"

  丞 County magistrate? Jiang Liu thought of this person for a moment: the chief official of Jiuquan after Ren Huaili, the magistrate of Jiuquan County, "suicided in fear of crime", Chu Qilin, who is also one of the two officials whose father ordered the three tribes to be executed. This person was in mid-October this year. Heads fall. Thirty-one people from the Xu family were executed along with him.

   "Everyone is in Kang'an, I don't know what kind of a big man Xu County Chief is in Jiuquan!"

   As soon as the storyteller's voice fell, some people were unhappy, "It's just a nine-pin county magistrate, where can he be so loud?"

"This guest official doesn't know anything. The official of the county magistrate is not big, but he is the real top leader in Jiuquan. We know that the county is a temporary official, and it changes every three years, but the county magistrate is appointed by the local people. As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not overwhelm the local snake, this Xu Qilin is the local local snake in Jiuquan!"

   As soon as these words fell, everyone no longer objected. The storyteller continued, "This Xu Qilin is in Jiuquan, it can be said that the wind and the rain are like rain. He stomped his foot and Jiuquan trembled three times. Everyone still remember the sixteenth year of Jinglong's first month, when he was trapped. The Jiuquan Eighty-nine elders and villagers who were killed in the Yulinwei camp?"

   Everyone nodded in unison.

   "Crack!" The storyteller slapped the gavel, "These villagers were forced into a corner by Xu Qilin, taking the old and the young and fleeing into the forest!"

  This storyteller is full of emotions, and he shoots gavel from time to time, which is really wonderful. Jiang Liu turned his head to look at the eldest and second sisters with their big stomachs, for fear that they would be shocked, but they saw them staring downstairs with their eyes wide open.

"Let's talk about this day, the snow was blowing, and the cold wind was howling. Thirty-two members of Xu Qilin's family, who had done many evils, were escorted to the torture platform in the west of Jiuquan City. There were bursts of crying on the platform, and the cry from the audience was terrifying." The storyteller said here, He snapped open the folding fan, and slammed it twice before continuing, "This Xu Qilin has done so many evil things, why is he crying so sadly? Jiang Banxian, who was being executed on the stage, lowered his eyes and looked down, and saw an old lady with messy buns kneeling. Under the torture platform, weeping and wailing endlessly. The Xu family members on the stage also knelt down and wailed in unison when they saw the old woman. The people in Jiuquan who were watching the execution stood silently with their heads bowed and no one dared to say a word. The Xu family members Although they were escorted to the stage, Yu Wei, who had been the Xu family for decades in Jiuquan, was still there. Although the family was escorted to the stage, the people under the stage felt that the imperial envoy Jiang Xianxian was just showing off. I don't dare to treat the Xu family like that."

   "Crack!" The storyteller slapped the wood again, "Let's talk to the elders of Xicheng, Jiang Feng and Jiang Zhongqing, the commander of the Xicheng Army and Horse Division, are you showing off?"

   "No!" The people of Xicheng shouted in unison, and the five sisters of the Jiang family followed.

"Not bad! Jiang Banxian is what he says! Besides, Jiang Banxian looked at the old lady who was crying bitterly in the audience and asked:" The storyteller closed the folding fan, looked down at the listeners under the storytelling table, and slowly He asked sternly, "Who's in the audience?"

This…

  Jiang Liu covered his face, next time he listened to the book, he had to find someone with a similar appearance. This storyteller imitated her father's appearance, and he was really a thousand miles away from his father!

  The people under the stage also felt hot eyes and lowered their heads.

The storyteller continued, "The old lady below the stage rolled and climbed onto the execution platform, knelt down in front of Jiang Xianxian, and cried, 'Your Excellency the Imperial Commissioner, the sinner is Xu Qilin's mother, please be kind to my lord and spare my son , my daughter, my grandson...'"

"Jiang Banxian heard the words and asked slowly, 'Does the old man know what crime Xu Qilin committed?'" The storyteller paused before continuing, "The old woman raised her head and peeked at Su Su who was sitting beside Jiang Banxian. The prefect of the prefecture, Zhong Dangtian, lowered his head and cried in fear, "Sir, even if my son made a mistake, what's wrong with my grandson and my nephew?""

   "Jiang Xianxian asked slowly, 'Does the old man really not know?'"

  The old woman shook her head, "Sinners don't know."

"This official has the grace of God, so far, we have thoroughly investigated the corruption case of officials in Jiuquan. If there is no real evidence, how can you put your three clans on the stage?" Jiang Banxian raised his hand and called, "Master Zhou, Xuan! "

Speaking of this, the storyteller added, "The Lord Zhou in Jiang Banxian's mouth is Zhou Qiwu, the master of our Xicheng Military and Horse Division. Jiang Banxian asks for the decree, long live, and at this moment, the county magistrate of Jiuquan surnamed Zhou and Qiwu. !"

   "Wow!" The people of Xicheng immediately boiled.

The storyteller waited for them to discuss for a while before he woke up, and continued, "What the elders do not know, this week Qi Wu was a jinshi, and was sent to Jiuquan by the imperial court eleven years ago to serve as county magistrate, because he refused to join forces with corrupt officials in Jiuquan. , was slandered by Xu Qilin for deducting warehouse grain, and almost lost his life in Jiuquan. And the person who really deducted warehouse grain was Shi Ming, the commander of the Jiuquan Chamber Army, who was brother to Xu Qilin in Jiuquan. It's a later story, and I won't list it for now. Let's talk about Zhou Qiwu, holding a long book of confessions, one by one, reciting the crimes committed by the Xu family..."

The storyteller lowered his head, looked at the documents on the table, and read for two cups of tea before he finished reciting the crimes committed by Xu Qilin and the people of the Xu family, only to hear that the people of Xicheng in the teahouse were furious, and could not wait for it immediately. They rushed to Suzhou and slashed the Xu family with a knife.

"Crack!" The storyteller slammed the wood to wake up, "Listening to Master Zhou after reading the crimes of the Xu family, many of the people in Jiuquan under the torture platform couldn't help crying. Jiang Banxian looked down. Kneeling to the old woman kneeling on the stage, she asked, 'Did the old man hear what Lord Zhou said just now?"

Xu Qilin's old mother burst into tears, "The sinner heard it, please be merciful, sir, and spare my grandson not to die, the old lady is seventy-three this year, sir, you really can't bear to watch the old woman with white hair send black-haired people for the whole family. Collect the corpse?"

  The cold wind is howling, and the snow is charming. Jiang Erye stood up and asked, "Collecting the corpses for the whole family? The old man is wrong. According to the mistakes made by the Xu family, the six clans should have been punished! The three clans that committed the crime, and among these three clans, there are 16 children of the Xu family who are over seventy years old like you and under the age of ten, and they have not been brought to the execution platform. If you follow the law of Zhou, you all deserve to die! "

Jiang Erye roared loudly, "The Xu family is dead, and you always collect the corpses for them, but the people who died at the hands of the Xu family, who collects the corpses for them? The people who were killed by wild beasts in the mountains, who collects the bones for them?! Immortal Xu family, who do the people of Jiuquan ask for their grievances? Do you really have to wait until everyone is under Jiuquan and ask the Lord of Hell?!”

   "Zhong Dangtian, do you think the Xu family should be killed?"

  Zhong Dangtian, the prefect of Suzhou, bowed and saluted, but did not speak.

   Jiang Erye turned around and asked the hundreds of Jiuquan elders in the audience, "Do you think the Xu family should be beheaded?"

"Should!"

"Should!"

"Should!"

   The voices of the people in Jiuquan are getting louder and louder, even though the cold wind blows the snow into the tears, they will not stop.

   Jiang Erye shouted, "Cut!"

"Thirty-two heads fell to the ground, the thick white snow on the Jiuquan torture platform was dyed red by the snow, and the eyes and hearts of the people in Jiuquan were also dyed red by this blood. Most of them wept bitterly and shouted 'Qingtian'. These people were in public, and there was a rickety bearded man who cried the loudest and shouted the loudest. This man led 130 people from Panshan Village in Jiuquan to escape into the deep mountains three years ago, and went to Panshan Village outside the gate of Kang'an City. , An Zheng! Slap!"

   The storyteller slapped the wood again, "Why did An Zheng kneel under Xingtai and let out a mournful sound? Let's listen to the decomposition next time!"

   Thanks for the reward of the book friends who read the novel, and thank you for your subscription support. The style of the storyteller in this chapter is borrowed from Mr. Shan Tianfang, a famous Chinese storyteller. Have you heard of Mr. Shan Tianfang's storytelling?

   (end of this chapter)