Six grain merchants were led to the gallows, with the executioner placing nooses around their necks.
The merchants' faces were ashen. Who knew what they had experienced the previous night? The noose around their necks felt like a relief. They would rather die than return to that dark, damp punishment room.
In this world, there were three forms of execution: one was hanging, another was burning at the stake, and the last was being chopped off the head.
"Bah! Serves you right, you heartless grain merchants. You finally got what you deserve."
"Exactly, bah! You couldn't earn copper coins, but you dared to murder Baron Liu Feng. You deserve to die."
The commoners cursed angrily. The bolder and more generous ones even threw their shoes.
In fact, what led to the merchants' demise was their attempt to murder Liu Feng.
If it were just high-priced wheat, Liu Feng couldn't say much. They were just selling wheat at a higher price legally. Who could blame them for having wheat? Besides, there was no price control bureau in this world. Whoever controlled the grain had the power to speak.
However, their greed killed them. Even without the charge of murder, Liu Feng would make their lives miserable. But before he could act, the merchants chose to murder him.
Noah Ben held a sheepskin scroll. Nowadays, the Lord's Manor used paper, but sheepskin scrolls were only used for major decisions or occasions like today's trial.
"...These six individuals, after being tried by Baron Liu Feng, are found guilty of the following crimes: one, disrupting market order; two, attempting to murder a nobleman; three... four... Therefore, they are sentenced to death by hanging."
This could be considered an otherworldly version of a public judicial sentence. Of course, if the merchants' mouths weren't stuffed, this trial might not have been so quiet.
The fat merchant's eyes were filled with endless fear. Tears streamed down like a creek, and snot flowed from his nose, his nostrils constantly flaring.
"Why is this happening? I don't want to die!" The merchant cried out in his heart. The life they enjoyed had just begun. "Why is this happening?"
The merchants glared at Liu Feng with hatred. It was all because of this mad nobleman. If it weren't for him, they might not have to die.
"Lord Omar will avenge us. Those wheat were all his. He won't let Liu Feng off the hook!"
"Execute!"
"Execute!!"
"Execute!!!"
The word "execute" was shouted three times, each louder than the last. Finally, the six merchants were all executed by hanging.
Liu Feng calmly watched the six hanging bodies and waved his hand. Immediately, someone went to collect the corpses for cremation.
He understood the merchants' glances. Lord Omar? He was not afraid of him at all now.
Rather, he was looking forward to the other's arrival. His soldiers needed practical combat experience, and he lacked slaves for mining. Those horse thieves would be the best slaves.
The death of the merchants instilled fear in some commoners' eyes. They looked at Liu Feng with reverence.
This was the effect Liu Feng wanted. He stepped forward and shouted, "Everyone, to prevent the tragedy of high-priced wheat from happening again, I now declare, as the Lord of the city, that the right to sell wheat belongs to the Lord's Manor. Wheat can only be bought and sold through the Lord's Manor."
"That is, after your autumn harvest, for the extra wheat, apart from the 20% tax, if you're worried about improper storage or fear of mold and rot, and you want to sell your wheat, you must sell it to the Lord's Manor."
"Private sales or purchases of wheat are prohibited. The Lord's Manor will buy your wheat at market price. Of course, if you want to buy wheat, the Lord's Manor will also sell it to you at market price."
This was the focus of Liu Feng's plan today. With the right to buy and sell grain belonging to the Lord's Manor, the order of the market would be in his hands. There would be no such thing as high-priced wheat happening again.
Moreover, the most important thing was that he held the lifeline. In this era, filling one's stomach was a luxury for commoners. Therefore, Liu Feng, who controlled the grain, was the one with the most speaking power.
"Lord, how many copper coins is one kilogram of wheat now?" A bold person shouted.
The commoners at the bottom of the platform looked at Liu Feng with anticipation. They were all terrified by the high-priced wheat. If Liu Feng hadn't created jobs with wheat as payment, they might have left West Sun City to seek a livelihood elsewhere.
"The market price of wheat a few days ago was 4 copper coins for coarse wheat. Therefore, the wheat sold by the Lord's Manor will naturally be 4 copper coins per kilogram." Liu Feng smiled warmly and affirmed.
"......" The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Some people even teared up with excitement, and the next second, an unprecedented cheer erupted.
"Long live the Lord! Long live, long live!"
"Long live Baron Liu Feng! Long live, long live!"
This cheer made Liu Feng's lips twitch. He felt like he was being hailed as an emperor.
Beside him, Noah Ben pulled the corners of his mouth. He subconsciously scanned the crowd and saw a few familiar faces shouting "Long live" vigorously.
Well, after knowing his master's plan, Noah Ben immediately arranged for these "cheerleaders". After all, nobles often used this trick to rally ignorant commoners.
The phrase "long live" was told to him by Mina. He heard that it was used in his master's hometown to describe great people, hoping they would live long.
The second step of the plan was completed. Only the final step remained. Noah Ben worriedly glanced at Liu Feng. This final step was the most dangerous one.
Mina stood close to Liu Feng, with two more military knives added to her hand, making it five in total.
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