Kind people may hate the cruelty of the butcher, but they cannot hate an elderly mother who collects corpses on the execution ground. This is a manifestation of the kindness of the mother. There is no difference between maternal love, even if the object is a cruel thug who makes people hate.:

Everyone watched her stagger and walked into the execution ground with complicated eyes.

The old woman couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. She squinted her eyes and wiped the snowflakes falling on her forehead with her hands, trying to find her son's location.

The butcher had heard his mother's words, turned around and turned his head to look over. When he saw his mother, he couldn't help but scream sadly: "Mom! I'm here, I'm here!"

The old woman seemed to be fixed, but she heard the sound but did not move forward. She stood in the cold wind like an old branch of a dead tree, trembling. After a long time, she walked into the field step by step on the snow and walked to her son under the gaze of everyone.

The old white-haired woman put the basket in her hand on the ground and said, "You rebellious son, I thought I would never see you again in my life, but after thinking about it all night, I still came to collect your body. Your dead father told me to pull you up, and I did it. But I didn't expect that you would go to the underworld to see your dead son like this. What are your faces? What are my faces?"

Speaking of the sadness, the old man raised his hand tremblingly, and slapped his son with a bang. The butcher knelt on the ground and raised his head without any evasion.

The butcher cried and said, "Mom, you haven't come, and I can't tell you, I can tell you now, Mom, I was wronged! I really didn't kill anyone. You know what happened to Chunya and me, how could I rape her? How could I be willing to do that? She is like my dear girl! She is my heart and soul. How could I do something worse than beasts...?"

The old woman slapped him again and said, "Are you still stubborn at this moment? The yamen said that it was you who forced her to be shameless to see people, and she hanged them with a rope. The father came to argue, and you cut people to death with an axe and a pig knife. You have been hard-hearted since you were a child. When you were slaughtering pigs, I knew you were a cruel master. You learned to kill pigs with your father at the age of ten. You learned to kill pigs with your first time. Your knife was stabbed in your eyes without blinking your eyes. Your hands never trembled. In private, your father told me that someone took over his business. He was relieved to see your posture. You would be a good butcher who was better than him. Your father didn't miss it, but he didn't expect that you used the ability to kill pigs to kill people, killing people like killing pigs! He killed Chunya's father-in-law. How did you tell me about you?"

Speaking of sadness, two people hit their son's face.

The butcher had already burst into tears and knelt straight on the ground, but he still didn't hide. His swollen lips blocked his smooth speech, but it was still clear that people could hear: "Mom, I really didn't kill him. I didn't force Tsengchunya. Do you believe it or not? I will just say this! I'm going to die. After I die, I will go to the King of Hell to tell me my grievances. If you come to collect the body for me, you must find a grave to bury me. Never let the wild dogs dig up my bones. I used to leave you alone in the village without caring about it. I was unfilial. If you come to collect the body for me, I am ashamed of you, and you will be your son in the next life. If you don't have good luck, you can be a cow or a horse. You must be filial to you."

After saying that, the butcher buzzed his head heavily on the snow, and snowflakes splashed everywhere. He carried his hands behind his back. He tied his arms so hard that he could no longer stand up. He hit his head in the snow and knelt and cried.

The old woman slowly lowered her slap in the air and called out "Crime"! Her knees softened, and she fell into the snow with a loud bang, holding her son's back, and burst into tears.

Lu Jinping's eyebrows were slightly frowned on the slashing stage. Looking at the scene on the court, he didn't know what he was thinking.

When the two yamen runners next to them saw them crying in a group, they said sternly: "Okay, leave quickly, the execution time is coming soon. Go out quickly, and you can come and collect the body after you have your head cut."

The old woman turned around, wiped her tears quickly, knelt up, and said, "My councillor, please give me some more time. I'll let my son have a glass of wine and eat something."

The yamen rang out loud: "No, the time has come, go out immediately, hurry up!"

The old woman knelt down there and begged. Another yamen runner sighed and said, "Old man, don't worry. When he came to the prison, he had already drunk the slaughtered wine and ate the slaughtered chicken. He could go on the road with enough wine and meals. He couldn't starve him. You, please retreat quickly. Don't delay the yamen's affairs, it's a lawsuit."

The old woman cried and said, "My son hasn't been by my side for more than ten years. Today he is leaving. When he goes to the underworld, who can be a mother and son again in the next life? Let me give him another glass of wine and eat a piece of meat. Please."

"no."

As soon as he said that, he heard Lu Jinping's voice coming from the prison slaughter station behind him: "No need to stop him, untie the rope of the death row, let him drink and eat meat, and then execute the execution after he is finished. It's time."

When the two yamen runners heard the order from the deceased officer, they dared not to obey. They quickly untied the ropes on the death row prisoner, but their hands pressed on his shoulders to prevent him from suddenly hurting people.

The executioner sitting under the big oil umbrella did not expect Lu Jinping to make this decision. He was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and took the ghost-headed knife from his disciple and held it in his hand, looking at the death row vigilantly.

Butcher Qu had free hands, rubbed them, clasped his fists to Lu Jinping and said, "Thank you, Master."

The butcher turned his head to look at his mother again, called him mother, and couldn't help but burst into tears and couldn't continue to say anything.

The old woman sighed, pulled off the blue cloth of the bamboo basket, took out a porcelain bowl from it, took a pot of wine, poured a full bowl and handed it to her son. There was a knife of fat in the basket.

The butcher held his hands on the ground and kowtowed a few times and said, "Thank you, mom, I am unfilial. I have not served you, but you are still here to treat me like this. Think about it, I am really ashamed. I wish you a lot of blessings, longevity and a hundred years of life."

The old woman choked and shook her head and said, "I am the only son like you. If you die, where will I get my blessings and longevity? Hurry up and drink and eat, then go to the underworld to find your father."

The butcher nodded, reached out to take the bowl of wine from his mother's hand, raised his neck and drank it clean. Then he grabbed the bowl with his right hand and threw it into the snow. Then he stretched out his right hand to grab the piece of fat in the basket, stuffed it into his mouth, and did not chew it, and forced it to swallow. This mouth was too big, choking and his eyes widened, and almost suffocated, and then he swallowed the piece of fat into his stomach.

At this time, the clerk in charge of the hourglass was responsible for observing the hourglass. Seeing that the last grain of sand fell under the hourglass, he delayed his voice and said loudly: "It's time for noon!"

According to the rules, at this time, Lu Jinping's errand was to lift the large vermilion pen on the table, put a hook on the verdict, and then throw the red pen off the stage, and issue an order for execution. Then, the clerk next to him would shout loudly according to Lu Jinping's actions, "Execution!" The executioner below would come over, chop the head of the death row prisoner to the ground, and complete the entire execution.

However, the clerk of the punishment room did not see Lu Jinping picking up the table and placing a sentence and ordering the execution. He looked at Lu Jinping in surprise, but Lu Jinping held his arms and sat on the soft couch, staring at him in a daze.

At this moment, the yamen runners had already carried the old woman outside the cordon. The death row butcher who had kneeled in the field had been tied up by the yamen runners. One of them pressed his hands on his shoulders, and the other yamen runner grabbed his hair, pulled forward, revealing his neck, and waited for Lu Jinping to order the execution. The executioner stepped forward and fell down the head and fell to the ground, completing the last critical step, but all the preparations were ready, but he did not wait for the execution decision made by Lu Jinping.

The onlookers began to whisper and looked at the prison and killing platform together. The young prison officer was still not moving while sitting on the prison and killing platform.

Shi Jingsheng, the son of the deceased who had been kneeling at the altar not far away, also looked at Lu Jinping on the jailing platform in surprise. He didn't understand. He was waiting for the head to land, and went over to put the head on the table to pay tribute to his father, but Lu Jinping did not give an order for a long time.

Yunzi, who was on the side of the jailing platform, was also a little anxious and turned his head to ask his brother. Because they were on the side of the jailing platform, the awning blocked their view, they could not see Lu Jinping's appearance at this moment, so they didn't know what Lu Jinping was doing in the jailing platform. They couldn't help but ask anxiously, turned their heads to ask the brother next to him, "What's wrong with the sir? Are you asleep?"

Yunjiu said, "I don't know, maybe it's right, but how can I fall asleep at this moment? I'm still waiting for him to order someone to kill me. What's the matter if I fall asleep like this? Wouldn't it be a big joke?"

Yunzi was very anxious, but he couldn't see it. After hearing his brother's words, he was even more anxious. Who really fell asleep? His subordinates didn't dare to call him. He couldn't look at Lu Jinping like this. He thought about it and quietly took out a bone-burning round stone. His wrist trembled and shot into the air with a whoosh. Under the cover of snowflakes in the sky, no one could see what it was.

The small round stone drew an arc in the air, and with a thud, it landed on the pergola of the prison slaying platform, then rolled in, and landed on the land slab with a clatter, and it bounced for two times and stopped moving.

Of course, Lu Jinping did not fall asleep, but fell into deep thought. He had been thinking about something just now and was hesitating what to do. At this time, he heard things rolling on the roof of the pergola, and saw a small round stone rolling from the pergola on the platform in front of him. He found that it was a stone marble the size of a thumb. Only then did he realize that Yunzi was using this method to remind him, and he couldn't help but smile. This weird guy could actually think of using this method to remind himself.

It was this reminder that made him make up his mind, stood up, walked to the stage with his hands behind his back, glanced at the clerk who was responsible for the order and said, "Suspend the execution and take the prisoner back to the prison to be detained!" (To be continued.)
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