Chapter 552: Those who betray their master and forget their faith, die and die
On the threshing floor, the sound of whips cracking in the wind was sharp and loud.
Su Wensheng, who was hung high on the pole, looked like a pool of rotten meat, with saliva and tears flowing. His clothes were torn and his flesh and skin flew out, his body was bloody and his screams in pain were almost like those of a human.
The screams here continued to spread far away. The village chief and others, who had originally felt sorry for the situation, remained silent for a long time. Finally, they smiled bitterly and sighed: "If there is no rule, it will be difficult to maintain order."
"You can't go wrong doing that."
No matter from which angle you look at it, Sang Zhixia, as the master, is too gentle towards his subordinates.
They provide a lot of care on a daily basis, and the wages they pay are also unusually generous.
If anyone has a headache or fever, they don't have to spend money to ask a doctor for medicine. They can go to the Xu family to ask Sang Zhixia, and ask Mr. Qi or Mr. Hu to help take a look. They don't have to spend a penny more, and the medicine will definitely cure the disease.
Sang Zhixia respected the elders and protected the children. She single-handedly supported many small families in Luobei Village and never showed any impatience.
But kindness does not bring wealth, and righteousness does not bring fortune. Excessive gentleness and compassion do not earn you equal respect, but rather further encroachment that makes you even more hateful.
This can't go on.
Especially when there are evil people outside who are eyeing the situation and traitors inside who are plotting evil, if Sang Zhixia doesn't come up with some means to shock people, there will be more and more mistakes in the future.
The village chief and Xu Tongsheng shook their heads and stopped talking.
Sang Zhixia smiled faintly: "Dian Cui, you send the village chief and the others back. I will find time to visit your home after things here are over."
The old village chief waved his hand and walked away sighing every few steps.
Xu Tongsheng did not dare to delay and quickly ran to find the indenture that Sang Zhixia wanted.
With no one around, Sang Zhixia lowered her eyes and stared at her fingertips, a small knot unconsciously forming between her brows. "Is Lingchu really so measured in his actions?"
Song Liu quickly glanced outside and whispered, "Don't worry, although Su Wensheng is weak, he can definitely hold on."
"No one can match Lingchu's martial arts skills. His skills can make the flesh and blood bruise, but it can't damage the internal vitality at all. They are just superficial injuries that can be healed with a little care."
Sang Zhixia closed her eyes, suppressing her tiredness.
Song Liu comforted him softly, "Don't worry, Boss. We have made all the arrangements for the backup plan."
"Su Wensheng volunteered to be the bait. Once the person in front is taken away and someone passes out, we can find an excuse to take him back and replace him. The rest will be taken away by the people who deserve to die."
The whipping at the beginning is just a show for everyone to see, but the whipping at the end with accumulated force is what can really kill people.
If he wanted to create a tense atmosphere in public, set the stage for this big drama and completely dispel other people's suspicions, he had to avoid Su Wensheng's beating.
As he spoke, a commotion erupted outside. Ling Chu walked in, clutching a blood-stained whip, a cold wind sweeping through him. He said with a murderous look on his face, "Boss, Su Wensheng has fainted."
Sang Zhixia's eyebrows twitched, and she asked cryptically, "How many times?"
"Twenty lashes, sixty remaining."
Sang Zhixia brushed her fingertips and said lightly, "Since we agreed on eighty, how can there be only some left at the beginning?"
"Prepare a bucket of pepper water in the back, untie the man and soak him in it until he wakes up before continuing. Letting him sleep and receive the eighty lashes unconsciously would be too easy for him."
After receiving the order, Ling Chu stepped out decisively, dragged the man to the back, and dragged him out again soon.
The person who was dragged out again was wearing bloody clothes, and his wet legs were twisted on the ground, leaving a large wet stain. There was an extra person on the shelf that had been empty for a while, and the sound of the whip was more fierce than before.
Sang Zhixia sat quietly until the remaining whips were all used up. When Lingchu replied that the person was dead, he sneered: "I was saying that the stronger the bones, the greater the courage. It turns out that this is the case."
Hua Shan offered the water to Sang Zhixia's hands and chuckled softly, "No matter how bold a thief is, he's ultimately nothing but a worthless pile of rotten flesh and broken bones."
"Everyone is the same in the face of life and death. How can we withstand punishment or beating?"
"Don't get angry about such a disgusting thing. Have some tea and rest for a while."
Sang Zhixia took the teacup and fiddled with it slowly. When Xu Tongsheng arrived hurriedly with a thick stack of indentures, she said directly, "Song Liu, take these indentures to the government office and report to the authorities. Tell them that a large number of fugitives have escaped from our area. Ask the officials to post arrest notices promptly so that the escapees can be brought back to face death as soon as possible."
Song Liu took the indenture and turned away.
Coincidentally, Wang Jie also came back at this time.
Wang Jie instinctively glanced back in the direction of the threshing ground and whispered, "Boss, I heard Su Wensheng has been beaten to death, and his body is still hanging in the threshing ground. What should we do with it?"
"Those who betray their master and forget their faith are dead. What else can be done with them?"
Sang Zhixia lazily raised her eyelids and said slowly, "Let him hang for a few more days. Once Zheng Erhu and his men are captured, they can take his place. Then we can untie his body and throw it into the woods to feed the tigers."
Wang Jie felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, lowered his head and said cautiously, "Yes."
Sang Zhixia seemed tired, yawned, and said, "Have you checked the things I asked you to remove? Do you have a clear idea now?"
Wang Jie smiled bitterly and said with his head down, "The inventory has been completed."
"I've discussed this with Steward Yun. The amount of rice seeds left in the granary is too low. Even if we mobilize all of them, we can only sow 30% of them in time for spring plowing. The remaining 70% of the land... the rest is currently unavailable for seed."
There are large tracts of arable land with the soil already loosened, but no usable crops to be found.
You can't cook without rice. Even if you find a way to get grain from somewhere else, it will probably be too late for spring.
Once spring plowing and seedling raising are delayed, the farming progress on the farm will not be able to catch up, and the autumn harvest will be directly affected.
Wang Jie was suddenly filled with gloom after he finished speaking. Yun Gui took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He said softly, "Boss, besides the rice seeds, we still have a lot of soybeans and sweet potatoes left in the granary. These can also be replenished in time."
"As long as we keep working on the land, no matter what we plant, we..."
“It hasn’t come to that.”
Sang Zhixia closed her eyes and said, "I'll figure out the grain planting issue. There's no need to make any other arrangements for now."
Yun Gui opened his mouth hesitantly, then nodded dejectedly, "Yes."
Sang Zhixia glanced at the people present meaningfully, his face expressionless: "I killed Su Wensheng today, and I can kill the rest of the people with ulterior motives tomorrow."
"I rely on you all, and your roles on the farm are irreplaceable. But I hope you will remember the lesson we learned today and be more cautious in the future."
"If someone like Su Wensheng appears again..."
Sang Zhixia sighed with regret and said helplessly, "Then don't blame me for not showing you any mercy."
"After all, there's a lot of empty space on the threshing floor. It shouldn't be difficult to hang a few more people up there. What do you think?"
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