People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 632 Delayed Justice

Sometimes people are still very mean. When someone takes the initiative to help them, they are not only unwilling to accept it, but instead regard the person as an enemy. They are even complacent even if they are slaves and servants.

In their perception, the head of the family is the one who truly controls his life and death. No matter whether it is the Han court or the Xuanxia court, they are far less authoritative than the head of the family.

A very direct reality is that the government is far away, but the head of the family is close, so they know who is their real sky. Once they get used to this cognition and accept this fate, they will lose all courage to resist and will be willing to lie in the mud and be trampled by the masters.

Only after being beaten enough and seeing the disparity in the world will they wake up and start crying and waiting for others to rescue them.

Fortunately, the Xuanxia court had no intention of giving up on them, and when they really needed rescue, the court came to them as they wished. At this time, they were finally willing to break through their own cognition and fear and turn to the side of the government.

The sun was shining brightly and the construction site was still bustling with activity. However, the excitement this time was not the feverish labor scene, but the raging heat of sticks and howling. The skinny and weak slave laborers were fleeing in all directions after being beaten by the manor thugs, and the scene was in a mess.

The thug leader's eyes were blazing with fire, he knew that after such a commotion he would not be able to escape a scolding from the master of the house. After all, today's production task would definitely not be achieved, and he had delayed the master's earnings, which meant that he had failed to supervise properly.

This made the leader of the thugs very angry with these disobedient slaves in front of him. It was because of these "bastards" who were disobedient that they implicated him.

But since things have already gone wrong, I might as well do something ruthless. I must teach these guys a lesson and eliminate the possibility of such a thing happening again. This is the very meaning of the existence of thugs like me.

In order to make these people completely obedient in the future, even if we kill a few of them today, that's fine!
When powerful people deal with their own slaves, even if someone dies, let alone whether the government can intervene, even if they can, they have ten thousand ways to prevent the government from knowing about it.

When the slave laborers at the scene had been beaten to the point of begging for mercy, the leader of the thugs had no intention of stopping. Instead, he picked up a wooden stick and walked towards the young man who had stepped forward.

At this time, the young man had already been beaten to the ground by many thugs. He was lying on the ground dying. Only the slight rise and fall of his body proved that he was still breathing.

The leader of the thugs walked forward, looked down and snorted coldly. With a cold light in his eyes, he raised the wooden stick and smashed it down hard.

There was just a muffled sound, and the last bit of movement of the young man completely disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood slowly spreading under him.

At this time, the sound of fighting finally stopped, and the scene was silent. All the slaves stared at the young man's body in a daze. They were terrified, but they also clenched their teeth.

"This is what will happen to anyone who dares to cause trouble again. The master of the family provides you with food and livelihood, you should be grateful for his kindness. If you don't know what's good for you, you will have to return your life to the master of the family!"

When the leader of the thugs saw the frightened faces of the crowd, he snorted complacently.

No one dared to look it in the eye anymore. No matter how much suffering they endured, they dared not resist the mountain that dominated their own destiny.

At this moment, they wished that the power of the government could overwhelm the master of the family, so that lowly slaves like themselves could live a normal life. The Xuanxia court, which was once despised by the people of Liangzhou, was now regarded as their savior.

Who let them see the light? Everyone is equal, and they also want to be that kind of people.

However, amidst the gloomy clouds, there were only the sad and desperate faces of the numerous slaves. They knew that the government would not come to rescue them. If they were going to rescue them, why would they have waited until today?

Perhaps in the eyes of the government, people like me are not considered human beings.
Such thoughts could not help but appear in the minds of many slaves. The disparity in the world made them feel resentful. They would not think about who they would help if the iron hoof of the imperial court came over ten years ago. They only knew that the imperial court guaranteed that the people lived a prosperous life, but these people did not include themselves.

In the silence, the leader of the thugs wiped the blood off his body with a handkerchief indifferently, and the anger in his heart finally subsided.

Using a life to exchange for everyone's obedience is not a high price. As for the consequences of killing someone, the leader of the thugs has no worries. This is just a private matter in the manor. Neither the former big man nor the current Xuan Xia can interfere in the manor.

Half a day had passed since the commotion, and today's production task would definitely not be completed. Xuan Xia was now building large-scale construction projects in various places, and the bricks produced by these kilns were supplied to the government for small-scale projects in nearby villages. Even after the project was completed, they could continue to operate and earn money from the surrounding people.

Nowadays, people's lives are getting better, and every household has the need to build a house. If the brick kiln factory is delayed for one day, it will lose one day's profit. The manor will naturally squeeze the workers' labor to the limit.

Although many of the slave workers were covered in wounds, the leader of the thugs showed no sympathy and ordered them to continue working.

But before he could open his mouth to speak, he saw a servant rushing over from a distance, shouting as he ran: "Oh no! The government is coming! The government is coming!"

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it. Even the leader of the thugs was instinctively startled when he heard the word "government".

No matter how powerful the local tyrants are, they have to bow their heads in front of the government. Not to mention that the government is now a special entity called Xuanxia. Even though the powerful people in Liangzhou and the government have been living in peace for many years, no one dares to really ignore the government.

What made the leader of the thugs even more confused was why the government came here for no reason. This was the first time in ten years. "Go and invite the master of the family!" The leader of the thugs immediately began to give orders. He first grabbed a person and said something, then frowned after looking at the scene: "Quickly clean up this place, and bring a few people with me to meet them!"

He waved his hand and walked out of the manor with a group of thugs. No matter what the situation was, it was always a good thing to serve the official well.

However, his judgment of the current situation was not very accurate. The intentions of the government were more malicious than he thought, and their actions were more forceful than he thought. When he had only walked out more than ten steps, he saw a commotion at the door, and then a large group of people broke into the manor.

Before the leader of the thugs had time to think about what the government was going to do, he was immediately shocked by the scene before him.

These people are not "government" at all, they are clearly soldiers and soldiers!
The rows of tall and heavily armored Yellow Turbans quickly lined up in the manor, and a cold and murderous atmosphere instantly made the entire manor quiet. The murderous aura coming from the battlefield was enough to scare everyone in the manor.

Soon, several men on horseback came calmly in front of the leader of the thugs. When they looked down at him, the leader of the thugs shuddered and knelt down subconsciously.

Although he didn't know the specific identities of the people in front of him, the majestic aura of a superior was obvious enough.

"Envoy Zhao and General Ma are here to do business. Why don't you call the owner of this place over!"

A clerk came forward, glanced at the leader of the thugs, and spoke indifferently. This sentence shocked everyone present. The origin of the person who came was beyond their imagination.

The Governor of Liangzhou was a very important figure, and General Ma Teng was even more well-known to everyone. In their eyes, he was an existence that they could not even look up to.

The leader of the thugs opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. He might be able to bully the slaves, but compared with these people in front of him, he was as humble as an ant at his feet.

Zhao Yun was not in the mood to care about the reactions of the crowd. Instead, he immediately noticed the corpse lying on the ground not far away, as well as a group of slaves with bruised faces and noses. This scene made Zhao Yun realize that he had just witnessed the incident.

He jumped off his horse and walked over. He squatted down and took a look at the young body. Then his expression did not look so good: "What's going on?"

The leader of the thugs was terrified and could only bite the bullet and answer: "Report to the governor, this man is inciting the workers to cause trouble. We can only suppress him, which is inevitable..."

Zhao Yun looked over and examined the other person: "Who killed him?"

The leader of the thugs looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him. He cursed in his heart, but he knew he couldn't deny it, so he could only respond in a muffled voice: "It was my fault."

Zhao Yun nodded when he heard this, then stood up and waved his hand calmly.

Following closely were two groups of Yellow Turban warriors, who quickly rushed over and immediately captured the leader of the thugs. This sudden movement made everyone present startled and confused, but no one dared to react.

Even the leader of the thugs was just panicked and didn't dare to resist at all: "What's going on? What's wrong with me?"

Zhao Yun glanced at him and said calmly: "It's just a life for a life, don't you accept it?"

The thug leader's face turned pale. He finally didn't care about anything else and shouted loudly: "How can this be? Why should the government care about what happens here? This is the manor's own business!"

This time, it was no longer Zhao Yun who answered him, but Ma Teng who came forward.

Ma Teng first glanced at him, then looked at the many workers who were frightened but a little hopeful, and after sighing slightly, he snorted coldly with a serious expression.

"The law of the country is the most important in the world. There is nothing that the government cannot handle. Today, the government has come. Not only will they punish you for murder, but they will also settle all your past crimes. You who oppress others must be punished, and you who exploit others must pay back. No one can stand outside the law of the country!"

Hearing the words of Ma Teng, who was once respected by the whole Liangzhou, the thug leader felt like he was struck by lightning.

He knew that the weather in Liangzhou was about to change.
From now on, there will be no more powerful and wealthy families in Liangzhou. The government, which has been patient for ten years, finally drew the sword against the powerful families in Liangzhou, and a huge storm will surely follow.

Unlike many thugs who were in a state of grief, the slave laborers burst into huge cheers after a brief shock.

This also gave Zhao Yun an idea of ​​the situation that would follow. From the small, he could see the big picture. The government's liberation movement in Liangzhou would no longer encounter any resistance. This belated justice would finally be executed.

(End of this chapter)