Soon Wang Xiuqi was brought over. He had been washed from head to toe. He looked white and clean, and very delicate. Unfortunately, the ferocity and resentment on his face ruined this temperament.
As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. When he saw Chen Jingke, he taunted: "Chen Jingke, it really is you."
The evildoers were about to be punished. Chen Jingke felt surprisingly calm and said:
"Yes, it's me. The reason why I brought you here is very simple. Are you ready to avenge the people you harmed?"
Who can be fearless in the face of life and death? A trace of fear flashed in Wang Xiuqi's eyes.
However, he had long known that he would inevitably die, and he did not want to embarrass himself in front of his enemies before he died, so he pretended to be calm and sneered:
"Yeah, yeah, I've been prepared for a long time. If you have any means, just use it."
"Oh, by the way, you still don't know what those women look like when they are tortured, right?"
"The faces were full of fear, they kept pleading, and their painful moans... it was so beautiful."
Chen Jingke watched him quietly and then said calmly: "Are you done?"
His attitude made Wang Xiuqi even more frightened, and he said loudly: "Stop pretending, you must be wishing to kill me to avenge them, right?"
"I'm right here. If you want, come and chop me to death with a knife, strangle me with a rope..."
"I remembered that I got tired of playing with some of them and killed them by slicing their throats bit by bit with a knife, just like killing chickens."
"The other one was tied up with a rope, played with until he was about to die, and then slowly strangled to death with a rope... haha..."
Chen Jingke could no longer keep calm. He clenched his fists tightly and his nails dug into his skin.
Seeing his angry eyes, Wang Xiuqi felt happy and continued to stimulate:
"Come on, come and kill me to avenge them, don't you dare? You coward, coward, bah..."
Chen Jingke took deep breaths several times before he controlled the urge to hack him to death, and said coldly: "Very good, you really angered me."
"But I want to thank you. I was a little hesitant about whether it would be too inhumane to use these methods to deal with you."
"Now that you have eliminated all my worries, there is no need to be particular about humanity for people like you."
A trace of fear arose in Wang Xiuqi's heart, and he said even more crazily: "You coward, you don't dare to kill me, you don't even have the courage to avenge them with your own hands..."
Chen Jingke no longer wanted to listen to his nonsense and said to Yang Tianlu: "Send him down and warn those people not to kill him."
Yang Tianlu also completely gave up his thoughts of dissuasion and said: "Okay."
After saying that, he asked his men to drag Wang Xiuqi, who was screaming wildly, into the dungeon.
Soon his horrified voice came from the dungeon: "What are you going to do? Let me out quickly..."
"Don't come here... Do you know who I am? I am the Wang family of Taiyuan... ah..."
His shouts were also vaguely mixed with the teasing laughter of the villains:
"What a white and tender lamb, I like it."
"Taiyuan Wang family? Haha...this identity is of no use here."
"Why is it useless? I am more interested. You are a noble nobleman. I didn't expect that I would be able to play such a thing in this life."
"Ah..." Wang Xiu's hoarse screams suddenly sounded, and his voice seemed to be filled with unspeakable pain and humiliation.
Chen Jingke sat at the door of the dungeon and listened. The more painful the other party's voice was, the happier he felt.
As for the feeling of emptiness after revenge mentioned in the novel, is that something that normal people have?
If you feel empty after killing your enemy, it only means that your hatred is not deep enough and the torture you have suffered is not enough.
When the hatred is deep enough and revenge is successful, there will only be endless pleasure and no emptiness.
Wang Xiuqi's howling sound lasted for a long time. During this period, he also begged for mercy and cursed Chen Jingke in more vicious words, but in the end he was just wailing.
I don't know when his voice became hoarse, but he could still hear the noise coming from below.
Chen Jingke listened for more than half an hour, and the anger in his heart completely dissipated before he said: "Okay, go and separate them, and then let someone treat Wang Xiuqi's injuries."
After hearing this, Yang Tianlu asked his men to go to the dungeon to separate the people.
At this time, Wang Xiuqi had lost the strength to resist and was lying on the ground like a puddle of flesh, but his eyes were full of humiliation, pain, hatred and other expressions.
The five thugs still wanted to do it, but they were afraid of killing someone and burying them with him, so they reluctantly went to the cell next door.
Yang Tianlu's men began to give Wang Xiuqi medicine to treat his injuries.
At this time, a villain couldn't help but ask: "Will this person...be locked up here in the future?"
Chen Jingke's voice came from the entrance of the dungeon: "He will be locked up here until the day he can no longer feel the pain. By then, it will be the time when you lose the value of your existence, do you understand?"
The five villains were immediately frightened and said quickly: "Noble sir, please rest assured, we will definitely let him live in pain."
After waiting for a while and no one answering, they cautiously came to the side of the cell, observed Wang Xiuqi's condition, and at the same time began to discuss ways to torture him.
Wang Xiuqi also heard these words, with a look of fear on his face. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his hoarse throat could not make a sound.
In a hurry, I didn't know where the strength came from, so I turned over and got up.
But immediately there was a tearing pain in the back of his buttocks, which instantly drained him of all his strength. He lay on the ground unable to move anymore.
Tears of fear and regret also flowed from his eyes.
Outside the dungeon, Chen Jingke got up and left. The revenge plan had already been launched. He didn't need to stay here all the time. He could just come over and check it out every few days.
Yang Tianlu quickly followed up and said hesitantly: "Is the real person going to torture him like this all the time?"
Chen Jingke said: "How could it be? Didn't I say that when this method makes him feel no more pain, we will change the punishment."
"This is just the beginning. I want him to taste all the pain in the world so that he can comfort the spirits of those wronged souls in heaven and relieve the hatred in my heart."
Then he warned: "Don't let him die, you know my temper."
Yang Tianlu immediately gave up the idea of quietly killing Wang Xiuqi, because he knew Chen Jingke too well.
Usually he is timid and afraid of death, but he is soft-eared and good-natured, but once he gets serious, even the emperor dares to quarrel with him.
If he really killed Wang Xiuqi, even if his original intention was to preserve his reputation, he would most likely be kicked out of Zixiao Temple.
Given his status, there is a high chance that he will be sent on a fatal mission after leaving Zixiaoguan.
Naturally, he didn't want to die so worthlessly.
Seeing that he had listened, Chen Jingke said again: "Continue to feed those five villains the medicine of tiger and wolf. I don't intend to let them live anyway. Just drain them and deal with them."
After making these arrangements, he boarded the carriage and left the yard.
When I came, I was filled with anger, and when I left, I felt comfortable all over.
But these were not enough, he prepared a whole set of plans to torture Wang Xiuqi, and it would not end until all methods were used.
When he thought of the follow-up measures, he felt even happier.
But soon he was no longer happy.
Walking on the bumpy road, looking at the slums on both sides through the door curtain, his heart became heavy again.
In the past, he had only seen slums in film and television works. After time traveling, except for a few trips to the countryside when traveling with Sun Simiao, he has been living in Chang'an City since then.
The scope of activities is basically in the North City, where dignitaries gather. The most visited cities are the bustling East and West cities, and the number of visits to the civilian areas in the south of the city is very few.
I had no idea that there was such a hell on earth in the far south of Chang'an City.
Fortunately, he kept giving it to Li Shimin, Li Chengqian and others who popularized the suffering of the people. He blushed just thinking about it.
He wanted to help a group of these people, and with how much Li Shimin valued him, as long as he mentioned it, it would definitely have an effect.
If the emperor takes action, the mere slums will not matter.
But when he understood the reasons for the formation of slums, he became silent.
Some of the people living here are bankrupt businessmen, some are bankrupted by patients, and some are prisoners released from prison... In short, everyone who comes here has a story.
Faced with this situation, how can he help?
Can he give every bankrupt businessman a sum of money to turn them around?
As for patients, Zixiaoguan's medical skills were ahead of their time, but they were nothing compared to modern medicine.
There are so many terminal diseases that cannot be cured in the 21st century, let alone now.
But at that time, there were various medical insurances, various state subsidies, and donations could be raised through various channels.
Let’s not say whether the disease can be cured or not, at least it will not lead to bankruptcy.
In ancient times, when an ordinary person got seriously ill, the best way was to let him eat something good and then give up.
Although it is cruel, it is the only way to survive.
There are also unwilling people who choose to spend all their money to save them, and then there are those who have both people and money, and they either sell themselves into slavery or come to the slums.
What should he do in the face of this situation?
He can help one, two, ten, or a hundred people, but he can't help the entire slum, not even Li Shimin.
It's not that I don't want to, but that I don't have the ability. The only way to help them is to improve their productivity.
Only when productivity is high enough to produce enough supplies can these problems be solved.
Any new ideas or new systems are all nonsense.
The only way to make the country strong and make the people live and work in peace and contentment is to develop productivity.
In the final analysis, the answer to all problems encountered in survival is to develop productivity.
The problems encountered in development can only be solved by development.
But now the flame that changes the times has been lit, which is the Gewu Research Class.
In the future, he will devote more energy to studying objects, lay a solid foundation for science as soon as possible, and then lead the world into the steam age.
As for the more advanced electrical era, let’s put it aside for now. I don’t know if it will be possible in my lifetime.
But he is not worried about this. As long as he lays a solid foundation for science and establishes scientific methodology, all of this will come true sooner or later.
When he was thinking about a bright future, the carriage suddenly stopped.
Fortunately, he was not walking fast before, so he was only dodged, and he held on to the wall of the carriage in time without falling.
However, he still said somewhat displeasedly: "What happened?"
Xu Shanying, who was driving, said: "Master, there is a child lying on the road."
Chen Jingke felt relieved and said, "Go and help him up."
Xu Shanying said with some embarrassment: "You'd better take a look."
Chen Jingke frowned slightly, what's so good about this? But he still opened the door curtain and looked outside.
Sure enough, he found a ragged child lying on the road, but he immediately noticed something unusual.
There were many flies lying on the child's body, but he lay motionless.
Is he dead? This may make him feel suffocated.
After careful observation, he found that the child's chest was rising and falling slightly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he was still alive.
Then he should be in a coma.
Thinking of this, he quickly said: "She must be in a coma, go and have a look."
Yan Feng, who was protecting him from the side, walked over in a few steps and was about to reach out to help him.
Unexpectedly, the child opened his eyes and took a look at him, and found that he was wearing unusual clothes and carrying a weapon, with a look of panic in his eyes.
Then he shouted in a weak voice: "Aye, mother, help me, I can still work, I can still work."
Although the voice was very weak, it was enough for Chen Jingke to hear, and his heart felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.
"Go and find someone to ask about his situation."
"Here." Yan Feng responded, went straight to a dilapidated house, knocked on the door and said, "Is there anyone there? I want to inquire about something."
No matter how hard he knocked on the door, there was no movement inside. He went to several different houses but no one answered.
But just now he clearly saw someone in these houses sticking their heads out.
Chen Jingke didn't want to wait when his life was at stake. He said directly: "If you don't open the door again, I will kick it open."
After receiving the order, Yan Feng also let go of his hands and feet. He first threatened him with words, and when no one opened the door, he kicked him.
The houses in this slum looked like they were made of paper. When he stepped down to open the door, the door frame was about to collapse.
The people inside finally didn't dare to hide anymore and said quickly: "Come on, come on, don't kick the door."
Although the voice came out, the person did not open the door. Instead, he asked through the door: "If you have any questions, noble sir, just ask, and I will answer honestly."
Yan Feng knew that they were afraid of evil people, so he pretended to be evil and said: "Whose family does that child outside belong to? Why is he lying on the road?"
The person inside replied: "It's a girl from the Hong family. Her back was broken due to exhaustion from working. Her mother threw her out to fend for herself when she was no longer useful."
Yan Feng frowned and said, "No one cares?"
People in the room said: "We all can't survive, so who cares? If you are rich, why don't you take her away? Giving her a stutter is her blessing."
Chen Jingke also heard this conversation and felt angry and helpless. He said to Yan Feng: "Come back. Since her family doesn't want her, let's take her away."
"Here." Yan Feng came over and picked up the frightened little girl.
However, at this moment, a woman in her thirties came out of nowhere and said, "What are you doing? This is my child. You want to snatch it away in broad daylight. Is there any way to do it?"
The child also showed joy when he saw her, and struggled and said: "Mom, save me, I can still work, I can still work."
Now Yan Feng didn't know what to do.
Chen Jingke knew this woman's intention, so he grabbed a handful of copper coins from the purse, about twenty coins, stretched out his hand and threw it at her feet, saying:
"Take the money and get out."
The woman's eyes were full of greed when she saw the money. She squatted on the ground and picked it up. For fear of omitting something, she checked it several times.
She picked up all the money and counted it several times, but she said unhappily: "You only have nineteen copper coins and you want to buy the daughter I have raised for eight years. You are acting like a beggar."
Chen Jingke just glanced at her and said: "Xu Shanying."
Xu Shanying understood in an instant, and pulled out half of his knife and shouted: "Get out."
The woman didn't dare to say another word, she was so frightened that she ran away crawling.
When the girl saw her mother being scared away, she was so frightened that she trembled and dared not speak when she saw the bright weapons.
Yan Feng then laid her down on the floor of the carriage, and Xu Shanying drove the vehicle away again.
When the little girl entered the carriage, a stench came, which almost made Chen Jingke gasp for breath. It took him a while to get used to it.
Looking carefully, the clothes on her body can no longer be called clothes, they are just a pile of rags and scraps of cloth, which can barely cover her shameful parts.
Her hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and her body was so dark that no trace of skin color could be seen.
Judging from her body shape, she is at most five or six years old, not even a little bit like eight years old.
No, it should be said that there is still some human form.