Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 182 Turn to Ashes
Early in the morning, the entire city of Wuxiong shook.

Everyone ran to the west city gate, and they didn't care about losing their hair or shoes.When I got to the place, I saw that there was a sea of ​​people, and there was nowhere to go.

On the upper left of the city gate, a person hangs from the city wall.

No, it was a corpse.

Although Fan Guang died, his crime was unforgivable, in order to punish his evil deeds, Xiao Yuandu ordered his body to be exposed for three days to vent the hatred of all people.

His decision was euphemistically dissuaded by the assistant officer, but Xiao Yuandu insisted on going his own way.

Facts have proved that although this move is slightly brutal, it is "very in line with public opinion."

Even, just exposing the corpse is far from enough to relieve the hatred of the people.

They wished they could eat their flesh, drink their blood, cram their tendons, crush their bones and throw them into ashes!
For three consecutive days, people came from all directions to help the old and the young every day, just to see this scourge.

They cursed, and kept throwing bricks, stones, mud, rotten vegetables and leaves at the corpse hanging in mid-air, and then just under the corpse, acquaintances and strangers hugged their heads and cried together.

Three days later, the officials had collected Fan Guang's body, and the people gathered at the gate of the city were still reluctant to leave for a long time.

"Heaven has eyes, the one who killed a thousand swords is finally dead..."

"It's a pity that the bigger disaster escaped..."

"Ugh……"

Seeing that the sun was setting towards the west, everyone left sadly.

Death is nothing, so what if both Fan Guang and Wu Youde get retribution?Their ruined homes, as well as their dead relatives, never came back.

Xiao Yuandu rode his horse back to the city, and saw a ragged villager bending over to pick up rotten leaves on the ground, slightly reining in the reins, and the horse's hooves gradually stopped.

"My lord?" Xiutu asked.

Xiao Yuandu withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips, and rode his horse straight into the city without saying anything.

The government office has changed its previous appearance, from the gate to the second hall, there is no more laughter and chatter, everything is in order as far as the eye can see, Cao Fang's scribes perform their duties, and the old habit of gambling and drinking is no longer there.

Fan Guang exposed the corpse for three days, and his minions were beaten fifty times each, and displayed at the gate of the yamen for ten days, as an example to others.

As for those officials who were coerced by Fan Guang and not deeply involved, they were all released after being slightly punished.

Having escaped from prison and being able to return to their positions, they were fortunate to have a heart of gratitude to the new county magistrate, and they must work hard to repay it.

Among them, the one who can be called a blessing in disguise is Cheng Ping, who spent a few days in prison and became the magistrate when he came out.
In the past, Fan Guang practiced all kinds of things against him, if Wu Youde didn't see his outstanding ability, pointing to him to write congratulatory letters to the prefects and county governors every new year, otherwise he would have been kicked out of the government office.

Who would have thought that times would change, and he would replace Fan Guang as the county magistrate, especially not long ago he had contradicted the new county magistrate in public.

However, it can also be seen from this that the new Shangguan is not a narrow-minded person, on the contrary, he is quite capable and uses his talents.

Xiao Yuandu arrived at the second hall and ordered someone to call Cheng Ping, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Ping bowed and replied: "The notice has been posted for many days, but no one has come to collect the money."

Nearly 2 million dirty money was found from Fan Guang's mansion, and the account books were compared. After discussing with Cheng Ping, Xiao Yuandu ordered people to post notices outside the county government office and at the gate of the city to let those villagers who had their assets stolen Come claim it.

However, several days passed, and no one came.

Xiao Yuandu couldn't help laughing.

He has the heart to give back to the people, but the people treat him like a scourge.Even if Fan Guang and his henchmen are dealt with, they are still untrustworthy in the eyes of the common people, who think that he is out of personal enmity, or maybe even a new round of traps.

Cheng Ping said: "Shangguan don't need to be discouraged, the common people are not afraid of Shangguan, but officials."

After many years of torture by Wu Youde, they were all afraid of an official. When they heard about the government office, they thought of debts and imprisonment, so it was reasonable for them not to come.

Xiao Yuandu pondered for a moment, and said, "Since that's the case, then..."

The next day, Cheng Ping and Sun Sheng went to Malan Village with a group of yamen servants.

Seeing this battle, Li Li's face turned pale, thinking that the nightmare was recurring.

I know that Fan Guang's death will not be the end, no matter which county magistrate changes

Especially when he heard that Cheng Ping ordered him to call the villagers to the entrance of the village, he felt even more certain that these people were here to suck blood again.

"Everyone, everyone..." Li Li was miserable.

In addition to the bitterness, for the first time, there was an uncontrollable anger that was eager to resist.

Clenching his hands into fists, holding back, he humbly smiled: "The village is really, really, can't get it out, I beg all the officials to hold your hands high..."

Cheng Ping pointed to the large wooden boxes stacked high on the carriage behind him, and comforted him: "Don't be alarmed, the officials here are not here to ask the villagers to repay the debts, but to sell the debts."

Li Li didn't believe it even more.

But so what, although those yamen servants are not as vicious as before, they all have knives on their waists.

Li officials can only act according to their words.But he made up his mind that no matter what the new county magistrate wants to "buy" this time, he will try his best to die, but he will not agree.

Half an hour later, the villagers finally gathered. No matter they were old or young, they all had expressions on their faces, including numbness, despair, and fear, except that they were not delighted to hear that they would receive the money.

Seeing this, Cheng Ping didn't say much, and ordered people to lift the wooden boxes down, line them up, and then open them.

Except for the first one, the rest of the wooden boxes were indeed filled with money.

The villagers remained unmoved.

Wu Youde has never been an empty-handed white wolf, and every time he wants to "buy" something from them, he will give some money.It seems that the new county magistrate is also a way.

Cheng Ping personally opened the first wooden box, which was full of debt notes with fingerprints.

Seeing Cheng Ping holding up a card and reading out his name and the savings he owed in the past year, there were sobs from the crowd.

After reading several sheets, a gray-haired old woman knelt down and begged repeatedly: "My son died of illness a month ago, and my family has been out of food for several days. Please give me a way to survive..."

"Grandfather!" The thin little granddaughter helped the old woman up. She stared at Cheng Ping and the others, with angry flames in her eyes, "We won't ask them!"

The rest of the villagers reacted similarly to her.

Cheng Ping shook his head helplessly and glanced at Sun Sheng.

Sun Sheng lit the torch that he had prepared earlier in the morning with a scythe, and handed it to Cheng Ping.

Cheng Ping held a torch and looked at the villagers who looked defensive and hated.

"Folks, Fan Guang scavenged these from your hands. The new Wu Xiong Ling has a saying that what is taken from the people should be returned to the people. He knows your sufferings that no one can complain about for many years, and he also knows the truth of the public. Your hearts are chilled, you will not believe it easily, so—”

Saying that, put the torch into the first wooden box.

When the flame touched the paper, it instantly grew from small to large, devouring the debt, and soon even the wooden box.

The villagers watched blankly, unable to react for a while.

Until the box of debt notes was completely reduced to ashes, Cheng Ping distributed the money to each household according to the account books.

The heavy weight on their hands reminded them that this was not a dream.

Crying broke out again, but this time it was no longer a cry of grief and hopelessness.

(End of this chapter)