In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 754 They are all good people

"Mother! Those two soldiers are really good people."

"Yes! They are all good people."

Sun Yue recalled the faces of Wei Kui and Zhang Xiaoniu.

Wei Kui and Zhang Xiaoniu were very kind throughout, with honest smiles on their faces. They did not look down on the widow and her orphan, and there was no evil in their eyes. They were completely different from the soldiers of the Yang family army that Sun Yue had imagined.

Because the Yang family army was stigmatized in the prefectural city, Sun Yue was extremely afraid of them, especially on the night they entered the city. Her fear reached its peak when she was terrified that they would break into her home, rape her, and plunder her money and food, even though she had none.

However, after getting to know them, Sun Yue's impression of the Yang family army changed drastically. Whether it was Yang Zheng who had comforted them before, or Wei Kui and Zhang Xiaoniu who had just delivered food, they were all very good people in Sun Yue's eyes, completely different from the evil image in the rumors.

In fact, it wasn't just Sun Yue and her son who had a changed impression of the Yang Family Army. As the soldiers of the Yang Family Army went door-to-door to deliver "warmth," many poor people in the city had a much different impression of the Yang Family Army.

"The Yang family army is really good! They even sent grain to us poor people."

"Yes! King Yang is a really good person, much better than that dog Zhu Changhe."

"This King Yang is truly a living Bodhisattva reincarnated! If it weren't for him, we would probably all starve to death."

"I told you so! Rather than letting Zhu Changhe enslave us, it would be better to let the Yang family army into the city!"

"King Yang is going to distribute land to us. With King Yang here, our good days are coming!"

"King Yang is here! Our good days are about to begin!"

"..."

Throughout the city's residences, joyful voices and praises for Yang Zheng echoed.

The grain sent by Yang's army might not be enough to fill their stomachs, but it would at least alleviate their hunger and prevent them from starving to death at home.

Not to mention, Yang Zheng also implemented a land redistribution policy, which made countless people who had no land to cultivate extremely grateful to Yang Zheng, calling him a living bodhisattva.

While the people in the city were cheering, the execution ground was crowded with people watching the execution.

On the execution platform, Zhu Changhe, Wang Li, and other officials and generals of the prefecture knelt in a row with their hair disheveled and their hands bound behind their backs.

Below the execution platform, the onlookers continued to hurl insults and throw stones at the crowd above. The reason they threw stones instead of rotten vegetables was that the people in the city simply did not have the means to do so.

Now, in the city, not only are rotten vegetables and leaves scarce, but even rotten eggs are in high demand. Ordinary people simply cannot bear to throw such precious things at those scumbags on the stage.

"Zhu Changhe, the dog."

"Thank God! This wicked Zhu Changhe is finally going to be beheaded."

“My daughter was killed by Zhu Changhe. I only regret that I could cut off Zhu Changhe’s head with my own hands.”

"Zhu Changhe, that beastly scum, should be torn to pieces!"

"..."

The onlookers frantically threw things like stones and branches at the stage, venting their anger.

Although most of the stones and branches missed their mark, a few landed on Zhu Changhe, Wang Li, and others, leaving them bruised and battered.

Whenever a stone hit Zhu Changhe or Wang Li, a cheer would erupt from the audience.

"I hit it! I hit it!"

"Well done! Zhu Changhe, you dog-in-the-ground!"

"And that Wang Li, smash that son of a bitch to death."

"Keep smashing! Smash that dog Zhu Changhe to death!"

"..."

The crowd watching below the stage clearly hated Zhu Changhe and his associates intensely, and the scene inevitably became somewhat chaotic due to their outrage.

However, the executioner appointed by Yang Zheng on the stage did not show any intention of stopping them. He knew very well that the people of the prefecture needed to vent their anger, and officials like Zhu Changhe and Wang Li, who usually oppressed and harmed the people, could become their outlets.

Therefore, the executioner did not stop the people at all, but instead allowed them to commit violence against Zhu Changhe and others.

"I want to see Yang Zheng!"

On the contrary, Wang Li, seemingly unable to bear the humiliation or perhaps afraid of death, shouted loudly, "I am the eldest son of the Wang family. If you kill me, the Wang family will never let it go!"

Seeing that the executioner remained unmoved, Wang Li continued to shout frantically, "Spare my life! When I return to the Wang family, I will surely receive a generous gift."

"Please, spare my life!"

"I don't want to die, please."

"..."

Seeing that the executioner was ignoring him, Wang Li's tone became softer and softer. He shouted loudly on the platform like a disheveled madman. However, neither the executioner, the executioner in charge of beheading, nor the people below the platform had any sympathy for him.

Wang Li's crimes may not have been as great as Zhu Changhe's, but as the prefect, he allowed Qing Wang and Zhu Changhe to harm the people in the city, which is equally unforgivable!

Not only Wang Li, but also generals like Zhu Changhe kneeling on the platform were loudly begging for mercy.

These "powerful and wealthy" individuals, who usually act arrogantly and domineeringly towards the common people, behave no better than ordinary people when facing death, and are even worse than ordinary people.

Many people were so frightened that they wet themselves, their crotches becoming soaked and emitting a foul odor.

"Now, I will begin to read out the charges against these sinners..."

About fifteen minutes later, feeling that the people had vented their emotions enough, the executioner began to read out the charges against Wang Li and the others, and then waved his hand: "Execute them!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the executioner standing behind Wang Li and the others raised his decapitation blade high. With a flash of cold light, heads fell instantly onto the execution platform.

"Good! Zhu Changhe is finally dead, that's great!"

"Hahahaha! My daughter was raped and killed by Zhu Changhe's men. Now she can finally rest in peace."

“My parents starved to death because of Zhu Changhe, hahahahaha! Now Zhu Changhe has finally gotten his just deserts and his head has rolled.”

"Hahahahaha!"

"..."

Upon seeing Zhu Changhe's head fall to the ground, many people in the audience erupted in maniacal laughter.

They were all ordinary citizens of the city whose relatives had died because of Zhu Changhe, and their hatred for Zhu Changhe was boundless. Now that they saw Zhu Changhe's head fall to the ground, they naturally had reason to be excited.

As for the other common people... although no one had died because of Zhu Changhe, they lived worse than pigs and dogs under Zhu Changhe's rule, so they naturally had reason to be happy.

It can be said that Zhu Changhe's death was something everyone was happy to see.

Some people who hated Zhu Changhe so much even wanted to climb onto the execution platform and take some of Zhu Changhe's body parts back with them...