Chapter 751: Extreme punishment establishes prestige and gathers public opinion; the storm rises to slaughter the gate clans

Outside the city gate of Xia Prefecture in the early morning.

Several steppe vultures attracted by the strong bloody smell circled over the execution ground. Below that tall, temporarily built execution platform, it was already surrounded by tens of thousands of indignant commoners and those aristocratic family eyes disguised as small vendors.

Gao Jiong stood on the edge of the execution platform, holding a wide yellow cloth announcement full of crimes in his hand. A murderous aura that wanted to drag everyone into hell permeated his cold face.

He cleared his dry throat and used a thick voice with extremely strong penetrating power to smash the shocking conspiracy of Feng Yuan colluding with the remaining aristocratic families in the city to destroy farm tools and starve all the commoners of Xia Prefecture word by word into the surging sea of people below.

This statement, full of blood and tears, was heart-stabbing word by word, hitting the bottom-level commoners who had just been assigned land and were counting on living a good life, that untouchable reverse scale of protecting food.

"These damn aristocratic family lords live in deep houses and large courtyards eating and drinking, but they still want to collude with foreign enemies to burn the divine farm tools that can save our commoners' lives. This is forcing our whole family to a dead end!"

An old farmer with a hunched figure angrily smashed his crutch on the blue stone floor. His muddy eyes were filled with bloodshot red due to extreme hatred, and he took the lead in the crowd to let out a roar that rushed straight to the sky with a hoarse voice.

The indignant commoners began to look for stones and rotten vegetable leaves everywhere, frantically throwing them at Feng Yuan and those aristocratic death warriors who were tied up and kneeling in the center of the execution ground. The dull impact sound mixed with curses pushed the atmosphere to the edge of being out of control.

Chen Yan sat in the center of the execution platform in that wide Grand Master's chair, his hands folded and placed on his knees at will. He did not show any extra emotional fluctuations toward the violent public opinion that was almost overturning the execution ground below.

He raised his right hand slightly, pulled out a red order slip representing the highest extreme punishment from the case tube beside him without hesitation, and threw it heavily under Feng Yuan's blood-stained feet with wrist force.

"Lingchi all these Qi State spies who colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country, as well as the aristocratic death warriors who participated in the rebellion. Scrape them for three thousand six hundred knives. If one knife is missing, take the heads of you executioners to make up the number of this execution ground."

Following the crisp echo of the order slip falling to the ground, several burly executioners with bare upper bodies walked up with ox-ear sharp knives, cutting open the prisoners' clothes without mercy. The slicing punishment with blood at every knife accompanied Feng Yuan's shrill and desperate screams, permeating the wind.

The aristocratic family eyes hiding behind the crowd were so scared that their legs went soft. A few housekeepers with poor psychological quality even urinated in their pants on the spot, scrambling out of the crowd wanting to go back to report the news.

While the screams here were still shrill and echoing over the execution ground, the great cleaning against the remaining aristocratic families in the city had already unfolded that death net full of bloody smell in full swing.

Gao Jiong led thousands of Embroidered Attire Envoys like a group of bloodthirsty hounds released from hell, kicking open the heavy vermilion gates of those century-old aristocratic families in the west of the city who had ghosts in their hearts according to the detailed confession list pried out of Feng Yuan's mouth overnight.

"By the Zhuguo's hand order, raid the traitors who collude with the enemy. Those who dare to obstruct and resist will be killed on the spot regardless of old or young. Our Mingjing Si will never be lenient to traitors today."

The long sword in Gao Jiong's hand cut through the throat of an aristocratic family head who tried to lead private soldiers to resist without hesitation. He stepped on the warm corpse that was still twitching on the ground and strode into the inner hall filled with rare treasures.

A large number of Embroidered Attire Envoys rushed into the secret underground money cellar, forcibly carrying out the boxes of gold and silver jewelry hidden in the dark and dusty places, along with thick land deed books, and loading them onto the endless team of carriages waiting on the street.

Chen Yan, wearing a spotless brocade casual robe, appeared at the canal construction site that was reclaiming wasteland in the south of the city, followed by a dozen heavy carriages loaded with gold and silver copper coins raided from the aristocratic families.

He personally moved a heavy wooden box filled with broken silver from the carriage, lifted the heavy lid with one hand, and poured the huge wealth that glittered with seductive luster in the sun directly onto the muddy construction site.

"On this land of Xia Prefecture, there is no need for those century-old gate clans that only know how to suck the people's fat and ointment. I want to make this public heart a peerless butcher knife that no one dares to block!"

Chen Yan looked around at the refugees and farmers who had stopped their work and stood still, pulled out the sword symbolizing power at his waist by half an inch, and the hilt knocked on the edge of the carriage, making a clanging sound.

"These are all the money and wealth squeezed from you by those aristocratic families who eat inside and out. Today, as long as it is a strong laborer who participates in canal repair and land reclamation, everyone comes forward to receive five taels of settlement silver. I want every inch of land in this Xia Prefecture to belong only to the commoners of our Great Zhou!"

This powerful and domineering declaration completely detonated the boiling point of the whole scene. Tens of thousands of commoners threw down their hoes and knelt on the ground, knocking their heads heavily into the muddy water scattered with silver.

The sound wave of shouting 'Long live the Zhuguo' like a tsunami indicated that the power of Xia Prefecture had been completely cast into an immortal iron plate by Chen Yan. ===== CHAPTER 752 =====