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Chapter 422 Wang Xuan's Heart Can't Be That Small

Such an execution actually costs quite a lot. However, the sage passed down an edict that bloody things like beheading are not allowed. If there is blood, it must be green, otherwise, it will affect the mental health of the children, and Wang Xuan is also the same. There is no other way, I can only use this bloodless method... (Skin, frantically testing back and forth on the verge of death!)

The cement mortar that had been prepared earlier was carried over, and it began to be poured into it little by little. Everyone reacted differently, some cried wildly, some confessed loudly, some begged for mercy, and some even used their heads vigorously. I hit it, I can't help it, my mouth is blocked...

It didn't stop until the cement was completely filled.

This public trial conference was held on the same day when the whole of Fujian was unified. This was also the first time Wang Xuan swore his authority to the middle-level forces in Fujian. And so on, all of them are the top forces, and in fact they have almost no influence on the big landlords in the middle class, even if these people hear about it, they don't feel much.

It's like an ordinary person who suddenly heard that 'Da Qiangzi' has entered, and his surname is relative. This can only be read as entertainment news, and he doesn't understand or feel the deep things at all, just like the 'Kelin stew' Like the zipper door, how much conspiracy and tricks are involved behind this has nothing to do with us.

The same is true for these middle-class landlords. They don’t care a dime how the upper class changes. They still pay taxes and collect rents the same, even if they change to ten or eight emperors!
Although they have all heard of Wang Xuan's name and know that he is very powerful, he is now the King of Fujian, so it can be said that he is the same, but they have no personal experience, and Wang Xuan has not interfered with their lives, so they also No sense of awe.

But this time is different, those who can collude with the bandits in the cottage, that is, those who have not wiped the mud on their feet can do it. After all, the methods are too low, so all the people who were hit this time were in the middle class , the big landlords in various counties let them know what kind of person Wang Xuan is and how ruthless his methods are.

Especially when a few days later, the concrete piers were completely dry and were erected one by one at the gate of the city, with the names of the people poured on them and what crimes they committed, these landlords began to fear.

Only then did I realize that not only did Wang Xuan want to kill people, but he also wanted to punish their hearts. He also wanted these people's names to be reviled by thousands of people, so that the corpses and souls would not be at peace.

This kind of practice is simply too extreme. It is said that the crime of death is eliminated, but Wang Xuan's cooking is to make people feel uneasy after death.

These big households were completely suppressed!
You are too unfeeling, you are too cold, you are too unreasonable... Ahem...

This kind of unprecedented event is of course the talk of everyone after dinner, but when the news spread little by little, these big households were horrified to find out that the bandits were suppressed and tried on the same day in Fujian.

Afterwards, the news was collected by interested people. On the first day of the first month, more than 500 bandits were suppressed in Fujian. No less than [-] bandits were killed on the spot, and even more were arrested.

The 82 large landlords of various types who were implicated were all wiped out, and more than 50 cast concrete piers were erected at the gates of more than [-] counties in Fujian.

A wave of white terror enveloped the entire Fujian sky, and for a while, all the small and medium-sized landlords in Fujian felt the icy cold all over their bodies.

After the public trial here, Fuzhou Mansion, Raymond Academy started the exam again. The news spread earlier, many people who were interested in defecting to Wang Xuan's sect gathered in Fuzhou.

Among them, there are mainly landing talents, petty officials, shopkeepers, accountants and the like. After all, those who have hope to become an official will generally not go to Wang Xuan, unless they are in a relatively high position. Of course, Wang Xuan himself does not need any of them. Those who study stereotyped writing want people who are serious and capable of doing things.

The entire exam ended in one day, and the exam content was very complicated. I really didn't know how to learn stereotypes. The questions were similar to those of later generations of civil servants, including five parts: language comprehension and expression, quantitative relationship, judgment and reasoning, data analysis, and common sense judgment.

Wang Xuan will take 200 of them and preside over the subsequent tax collection work.

Over the years, Wang Xuan has adopted no fewer than 3000 orphans. The older ones are now adults. After so many years of modern education, they can now be put into practice. It just so happens that the province implements a new tax this time. More than 800 people were assigned to work as tax collectors, and they practiced well to lay the foundation for future expansion of the team.

Wang Xuan's goal is bigger than that.

This time, a total of about [-] people were assigned to more than [-] prefectures and counties, and went directly to the grassroots in rural areas. The province's land census not only had to find out the actual amount of land, but also had to re-register and re-measure the size. Design water conservancy projects to lay a foundation.

The feudal society has always had the practice of not going to the countryside. The biggest reason is the inconvenient transportation, inconvenient communication, and high management costs. But for now, as long as the cement road is passed, the business will become more prosperous and the income will be large. These problems can be solved step by step.

This time, after the local government continued the reform of the criminal house, the household house was also reformed, and the number of personnel was greatly expanded, making it the most powerful department in one fell swoop.

Moreover, regardless of whether it is a household house or a punishment room, in addition to being under the jurisdiction of the local county magistrate, Wang Xuan also learned the modern system and carried out dual management. , A large number of rules and regulations were specified, and everything was done according to the rules.

In the process of checking the acres of land, the new tax law must be publicized at the same time. There is only a simple field tax and no other taxes.

Every county was followed by guards from all over the country. At the beginning, some people thought that the law should not punish the public, and they thought it was the same as before. Some landlords secretly encouraged the farmers in the village to resist the tax.

As a result, the army was dispatched to suppress anyone who obstructed it. The ignorant peasants were fine. Once the mastermind was found out, they would be poured into concrete piers and erected in the village to deter all lawbreakers.

For more than a month, all the people in Fujian have fully understood one thing. There are two things in a person's life that cannot be avoided. One is death and the other is paying taxes! !
During this land survey, Wang Xuan specially told his subordinates to keep an eye on which bald donkeys!
The bald donkeys had a lot of land in their hands. He hadn't forgotten that these bald donkeys had pitted him several times before.

Of course, Wang Xuan's mind cannot be so small, everything is done according to the law, everyone is equal before the law!
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Qi Zonghui, also known as Wang Zonghui, is 34 years old and is the commander of the Fuzhou government trust guard. He is Qi Jiguang's great-grandson.

Qi Yin, the eldest son of Qi Jiguang, was appointed as a striker when he fought in Putian, and was beheaded by Qi Jiguang for violating military orders. Later, the local people missed Mr. Qi and built a Taiwei Hall for him on Changfengling. Remnants remain.

His biological mother was Jiangmen Hunv, the daughter of Wanhu Nanxi Wangdong. After learning that Wang was angry, she left home and brought Qi Yin's wife and children all the way to Fujian to live.

In the 13th year of Wanli, after Qi Jiguang was demoted from Guangdong and returned to his hometown, Qi Zuoguo, born to his concubine Chen, succeeded his official position.

When it was passed down to Qi Zonghui's generation, the ancestral glory had long been lost, and now it's just an ordinary and upper-class family, but the martial arts have not been lost, but in the environment of the end of the Ming Dynasty, the guard has long been corrupted, so naturally there is no show. Director's place.

It wasn't until Wang Xuan reorganized the guards that he recruited soldiers aggressively, and after hearing about it, Qi Zonghui made up his mind to join the army, hoping to reappear the glory of his ancestors just like his name... although his grandfather was ordered to be beheaded by his great-grandfather.

At this moment, Qi Xinghui led five hundred heavily armed soldiers to surround a temple at the foot of Gushan Mountain outside Fuzhou Prefecture.

Inside the temple, the abbot was lying on a rocking chair and taking a nap when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps, followed by a shout, "The abbot is not good."

You are so bad!
The host was lying on the rocking chair, turned his head coldly, and saw a young monk running up to him and said, "The host is broken!"

You are so broken!

The host's complexion darkened, and he immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Be a monk, avoid greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, and suspicion. When you encounter things, you panic. You have learned the Dharma of these years in your dog's stomach!"

Uh, the little monk who came to report the letter was taken aback for a moment, and then, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, he took a deep breath, the eagerness on his face was swept away, bowed to the host, and said a Buddha name, "Amitabha, thank you!" The abbot gave instructions."

"Well, it's good if you realize it. We are monks, jump out of the three realms, and are not in the five elements. Even big things have to be calm and deal with them slowly."

"Yes, disciple understands!"

"Okay, tell me, what's the matter." The abbot lay on the rocking chair, his eyes half-closed, and he listened back and forth.

The little monk who reported the letter called the Buddha's name again, and then said slowly: "It's not a big deal, it's just that a group of soldiers came outside the temple and surrounded our temple!"

"what!"

The abbot's eyes widened in fright, and he subconsciously wanted to turn over and stand up. Unexpectedly, with too much force, the entire rocking chair fell to the ground, and the old abbot let out a scream of "oops".

At this moment, he didn't care about the pain anymore. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the little monk, he overturned the rattan chair, jumped up from the ground, reached out and grabbed the little monk's collar, and shouted eagerly: "You say What? Say it again!"

The little monk was stupefied. Didn't he refrain from anger and calm down? No matter how you say it, it will change...

"Say it so fast!" The abbot saw the little monk in a daze, so anxiously he grabbed the little monk's collar and shook it back and forth vigorously.

"The temple, the temple, the temple, the temple, the temple is surrounded by a group of soldiers, ah, ah..." The little monk was so dizzy that he trembled as he spoke.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier!" The abbot was about to go crazy, the court even dispatched an army to surround him, is this a trivial matter!

This kind of thing hasn't happened in hundreds of years, and you are still so slow, are you so sick in your head!

"Fang, abbot, this, this, isn't this what you said to avoid greed, hatred, ignorance, arrogance, and suspicion, and to calm down when encountering problems?" The little monk looked at the hideous abbot with a stunned expression.

"I..." The abbot was so choked that he almost lost his breath. Could this matter be the same as everything else!

(End of this chapter)