He listened to the creaking sound of the noose behind him, and looked back at the purple-black tongues that were sticking out, but what he thought was completely different from the love that Mo Zi thought about.

He thought that the god-savvy person who fell into my hands was much more afraid of death than hanging, and you were lucky.

There may be someone behind who is too heavy and the hemp rope is too thin, and one of them falls down.

He was sobbing, but because his jaws were removed and it was difficult to speak, the ink man behind him pulled up with a noose.

After all these people were almost dead, they were relieved after they were tested and confirmed that they were not angry.

If you are buried in the soil and have nothing to do, I am afraid that there will be no effect for many people to come here. It is better to take it back to Peiyi and hang it outside the city wall to serve as a warning.

After these corpses were collected, each village and community was asked to select two strong men and one old man, and follow the Mo to go back to Peiyi to "take debts".

When people die, the money is still there. Those orphans and widows also enjoyed the rich life brought by this money during their lifetime, and they had to come back.

Before this, Shi and each ink man took a piece of paper and collected everyone's signatures and handprints to determine that Peiyi's law of the people took effect, and it also solved the legality problem that seemed to be unsolved.

Of course, these people are not enough. In the future, we will go deep into the village and community and record most of the names of people. This is also for the sake of more convenient management of the country in the future.

For the editor, the method of having paper is completely different from that of having bamboo slips. There is no chance to adapt to other places and there is no chance to adapt to the various changes brought by paper.

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In Peiyi, the remnants of Wu Zhu who had completely lost power this time have heard about what happened there.

At this moment, all the officials of the great clans and wealthy clans were closed and they didn't want to cause trouble.

The Mozhe let them go, telling them that the matter will not be investigated for the time being, and it has not been explained clearly, but it is easy to think through it.

If I really don’t know how to live or die and still roll on this matter, then the Mozhe has killed many people, so these are not bad. Moreover, it is impossible for the big clans to be united in this way, and it is even more difficult to do things.

In the fields outside the northern gate of Peiyi, more than 20 ink masters held swords to block the way of Wu Zhu who wanted to escape, and used some means to make them return to the city and wait.

It is natural to pay back debts and private land and private acres have already revealed the dawn of renting and selling.

The surviving Wu Zhu family in Peiyi were worried and finally waited for the fierce Mozhes to arrive with strong men from various villages and communities.

Having just killed a group of people, and with the support of public opinion, and the righteousness of owing debts to pay back money, the big clan was already scared of this matter, and no one dared to stop it.

Dozens of Momen dug holes outside Peiyi, buried pillars, and hung up the hanged bodies as a deterrent.

The city Jiatong has not returned yet, and there are other figures from the Mozhe. Although the ability to distinguish jade and treasure cannot be compared with that of a wealthy merchant like Yidun, there are probably not many treasures like Yidun that these witches like Peiyi need to recognize.

Widow Fei Zhu, who was not sentenced to hang but was sentenced to "if the money is not enough, she will be repaid in the Mozhe Workshop until it is paid off", was escorted back to her residence in Peiyi by several Mozhes.

Her son, ten-year-old Zhu Huairong, vaguely knew what was going on, but he didn't know very well. He only knew that those uncles who were usually busy escaping and hiding, and were in chaos.

He had heard of Mozhe's name because he knew that his father, his outer prince, were all poisoned by Mozhe.

Perhaps he didn't know what the foreign prince's father meant, and he didn't call it that way, but later he gradually became more and more money in the family, so he used this strange name to call his mother's father. It is said that those real big clans all called it this way.

At a young age, he still had a lot of favors towards the Mozhe before he knew that he was poisoned by the Mozhe.

Because at that time he believed that his father and his father had just traveled to dreams and divinely, not that he had not yet deeply touched the death of fear.

Before he knew that his relatives were poisoned by Mozhe, he even went to the Mozhe house in the southwest corner of the city to hear stories, drank soy milk, and bought wheat cakes.

Until overnight, someone told those people that they died and were poisoned by the Mozhe.

So he put on his clothes and burst into tears.

He didn't know what death meant, but he knew that the father who loved him could never give him Tang Yi any more, and that the father who seemed harsh but cared about him would never teach him a lesson again.

The slightest favorable feelings for Mozhe could not have resisted the hatred of death of relatives.

Now, his mother was tied up by those ink men and escorted to the house. An old young man with beautiful eyebrows was holding a strange thing like cloth, and was writing something with a pen.

Zhu Huairong gritted his teeth and looked at these big and thick enemies. Instead of retreating, he pulled out a short wooden sword from the side.

He stabbed at the enemy who was asking where his mother's money was hidden, but although he had hatred in his heart, he was not the enemy who had seen the real battlefield for many years after dancing swords.

With a light push from the enemy, Zhu Huairong couldn't stand, took a step back, and fell to the ground.

He ran over cryingly, hugged an enemy's thigh, and bitten hard, shouting: "Let go of my mother! Return my father! Return my uncle!"

At this moment, he blurted out his original name, not the difficult-to-mouth father.

But the enemy's body was as strong as the thick sycamore tree in the courtyard of his home. No matter how he shook it, he could not twist it at all. The young man with a beautiful eyebrows not far away was still smiling and said, "Look, he knows the meaning of repayment at a young age. Children can teach you."

Zhu Huairong stared at the young man who was just talking with strangely clean teeth, gritting his teeth to pull his mother away from the hands of these evil enemies.

I didn't expect that the thick enemy who was holding his mother's arm, who was like a paulownia tree, just shook his head and looked at him, not caring about his fight, but responded to the man: "Since you are a child who can teach you, we can have a play. Can you tell this child clearly so that he will not hate us?"

Another enemy grinned, and his bright and clean teeth seemed particularly dazzling, disgusting, and particularly hated by Zhu Huairong.

"Forgive me, how can I have this time? Zhu Widow Fei, now that things have come to this, let's just talk about where the money is."

Zhu Huairong looked at her pale mother and hated her even more, but she didn't expect her mother to tell her the place.

Although Zhu Huairong is young, he knows what money is used for, and knows that those green money that is like a shovel can be bought for food, and so on.

This is my own family’s money, why should these people get it?

Thinking of this, he stepped back to the wooden box where his mother said he was hiding money, and was not afraid of the thick enemies, and shouted: "This is my family's money, why should you take it? Let my mother go!"

The ten-year-old weak body blocked everyone's body. The wooden sword that broke when these people swung their afterimages, but only attracted the ridicule of their enemies.

The thick enemy, like a sycamore tree, turned around and smiled, "Shi, if you dance with swords, you are probably the same. When I was ten years old, I had already learned to stab. If you learn swords, how long will it take to not slash and wield?"

Zhu Huairong stared at the enemy with beautiful eyebrows and clean teeth, and thought to himself: "This person is just suitable! It is the one who killed his father and uncle! I am still young, and when I grow up, I have to learn swordsmanship! Kill this person!"

He was thinking, and only heard his mother say in a hoarse and delicate voice, but also in her usual pity, "Rong, get out of here... let them get it, be obedient..."

After listening to his mother's words, Zhu Huairong finally stopped waving his wooden sword, stared at the enemies fiercely, and retreated aside.

These enemies may have just asked for money and let go of their mothers.

Zhu Huairong ran to his mother and cried, "Mom, why do they poison their father to death? Why do they poison their uncle to death? Why do they steal our money? Without money, what do we eat?"

He didn't know what he was going to do, he just wanted to hear an answer from his mother.

"Children...they are bad people. They killed your father, your uncle, your uncle, many relatives, and rob us of money and land. No, they are bad people, remember this. You have to remember everyone and kill them all in the future!"

"You want to be a warrior, look, you are wielding the wooden sword, and those who dare to kill your father are not afraid to kill you!"

Zhu Huairong cried, "I remember it! When I grow up, I must kill them all!"

I prayed the child's head lovingly, knowing that no matter what he said, Mozhe would not kill her because Mozhe was reasonable.

So she told her hatred in front of the Mozhe because she knew that the Mozhe would not kill children.

So she told the child to be a warrior, even though she knew that Mozhe did not kill the child because of wielding the wooden sword, she still said so.

Zhu Huairong gritted his teeth and made a vow, staring at the people in the house, remembering the names and the words Mozhe, and sworn to kill them all in the future.

He also remembered his mother's words, be a warrior, be a warrior who dares to wield the wooden sword to take revenge and protect at any time.

But his gritted teeth were only exchanged for a question from the Mozhe named Shi: "Zhu Widow Fei, do you say that you, a mother, have to force your child to death? Even if he grows up, he will be revenge, but it will be dead? Then why bother? There are so many people who want to kill us, and when he grows up, it will not be his turn. Among the Mozhe, there are more people who make the princes and princes grit their teeth with hatred. Who do you think you are? What do you think you are?"

Zhu Huairong didn't know why this person didn't care when he heard such hatred, nor did he know that this kind of practice of killing people but not killing others, so he had the opportunity to hate.

He heard his mother shouting madly in a vicious tone of hatred: "You are afraid! You are afraid! Kill us all!"

Zhu Huairong stared at the enemy named Shi, but heard the man mocking, "Mo's righteousness is not to kill children. Besides, what are you going to kill you? You have to go to Caobo Workshop to serve. There is so much money left, do it slowly. If you kill you, who will pay back the money?"

Zhu Huairong could no longer help but think that you lied to me, what is the meaning of the ink? It is your sword that is afraid of me!

So he held the wooden sword tightly and shouted: "It's you who rob us of money!"

But the other person didn't even answer, but continued to search for money and took away any bottles and cans in the house that could be exchanged for money...

A long time later.

Zhu Huairong knew that there was only one house left in his house, and the rest was taken away by those enemies, and the scope of the enemy was also expanded to all the Mozhe and all the farmers in the surrounding villages and communities.

The originally delicious meal turned into coarse millet that was hard to swallow. The originally graceful and kind mother also became thinner day by day, and the hands that had once touched her face became rough.

During the day, my mother had to work until very late, and it was said that she was making grass.

After I came back, I only had some of the hardest coarse rice to eat, and there was no meat and only sunflower vegetables left.

The people in the city also looked at him with a kind of mockery, pleasure and hatred, which made Zhu Huairong even more unbearable, so he expanded the scope of his enemies, hoping to kill Peiyi one day in the future.

After this life continued for a long time, Zhu Huairong understood that if this continued, he might never be able to take revenge. Thinking of his father and mother who once said that there were relatives in Pengcheng, he took his wooden sword and left the city one day.

He didn't know where Pengcheng was, he only knew that he had to walk south. He walked once when he was a child. He thought that he could always walk there. He hadn't thought about what to eat on the road, but he knew that he would not be able to take revenge at home like this.

After leaving the city, I walked a long way and met a wolf.

He had seen wolves when he was a child. His father had smiled and shot and stripped their fur, so he was not afraid, and waved wooden swords at the wolves.

My mother said that she wanted to be a warrior wielding a wooden sword.

But those wolves were not afraid, but jumped and bit them.

Before his sharp teeth cut Zhu Huairong's throat, Zhu Huairong smelled the fishy smell and was finally scared.

But he couldn't figure it out.

This wolf is afraid of people. When his father took him to hunt, these wolf would only escape from afar. How scary is it?

My father died at the hands of Mozhe, and the uncles who had hunted with him also died at the hands of Mozhe. Those Mozhe who made him hate should be more cruel than wolf, otherwise how could his father die at their hands?

But when he waved the wooden sword, Mozhe didn't dare to kill him. Why did these wolves, who were not as cruel as Mozhe, dare to snatch himself who was wielding the wooden sword?

The wattle was full, loosened his tail and left the bitten fragmented Zhu Huairong.
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