Meng Guangxiao fainted in Meng's house, his life was fine, but he never woke up.

At 10 p.m., his two sons finally came to the door. Meng Qinghai was in front and Meng Qingjiang was behind, seeing that Meng Guangxiao was unconscious, the brothers were anxious. Meng Qinghai was still able to control himself, leaned over to check Meng Guangxiao's condition, and his expression changed slightly in an instant, but Meng Qingjiang didn't have so much thought, his eyes were round, and he was about to beat Meng Yi's face when he raised his fist.

Meng Qingjiang's strength was extremely strong, and his fist, which was used to doing farm work, smashed over, as if with a fist wind, dangerously brushed the tip of Meng's nose.

Meng Zheng "apologized", reviewed his "mistakes" very sincerely, didn't want a fist to fly in front of him, and hurriedly took two steps back. With the medical conditions of this era, a broken nose bridge is not a small trouble. Tetanus and other problems aside, what's the deal with a crooked nose? If you don't plan to find a daughter-in-law, you can't break the phase.

"Shiro." Meng Qinghai said in a deep voice; "Stop!"

"Big brother!"

Meng Qingjiang's eyes were red, he didn't like to read since he was a child, his head was not very bright, and he obeyed his father and brother when he acted. When Meng Qinghai opened his mouth, he was no longer willing to do so, and he could only withdraw his fist with hatred.

Meng looked wronged but unable to argue, and his expression was a little stubborn. Putting aside the unconscious Meng Guangxiao, if you don't know the inside story, Bacheng will really think that Brother Meng Qinghai is bullying him.

Meng Qingjiang was even more annoyed, Meng Qinghai also pursed his lips, Meng Wu was "wronged", but he had other plans in his heart.

In my impression, Meng Qingjiang belongs to a tendon, and his speech and behavior are completely different from Meng Guangxiao and Meng Qinghai. If it sounds good, it is straightforward and impulsive, and if it is bad, it is brainless.

The only thing that is desirable is that it looks good.

Big and tall, with tendons and flesh, resolute facial features, and a loud voice. With such a physique and appearance, Meng was very greedy. If he had this physique, he wouldn't have to miss the six-pack abs of the 21st century.

However, God's will makes people, there are no absolutes, and God cannot make everything go well.

Compared with Meng Shilang's physique and Meng Shilang's head, Meng is still willing to choose the latter.

is different from Meng Qingjiang, Meng Qinghai was born with a Sven appearance.

Medium build, dressed in a Confucian shirt, meticulously combed hair, thoughtful appearance, clear eyes, and scholarly air between actions, if there is no memory left in his mind, Meng will have a pretty good impression of him.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in everything.

"Twelve, why is my father like this?" Meng Qinghai looked at Meng with an innocent face, "If Twelve Lang can't give an explanation, for the sake of brother, I will ask the chief and the old man to decide." ”

The Ming Dynasty attaches great importance to the six disciplines, the first emphasis is "filial piety to parents, respect for elders", unfilial piety and disrespect, and many people are ashamed.

Meng Guangxiao is Meng's cousin and the patriarch of a clan, once Meng is charged with disrespecting his elders, he will be reprimanded for the light, and he will even be dragged to the ancestral hall for scolding. At that time, the so-called Meng Guangxiao was a bully, and Meng Shishilang was forced to be cornered, and he couldn't withstand such a big hat.

In the past, Meng Qinghai might not have done it so directly. But the college exam is imminent, and there are still rumors in the school, and he may not be as calm as he seems on the surface.

What about the county school's discipline and blue eyes? Scholars value their reputation, and once they are stained, even if they are tired by their families, they will not be able to wash them off for the rest of their lives.

Meng didn't speak, Meng Qinghai wanted to ask again, Meng Wang suddenly walked out of the inner room, and before he got close, he was already crying.

"Don't blame my son, my son's life is miserable!"

Meng Guangxiao is Meng's elder, and Meng Wang's family is also the elder of Meng Qinghai and Meng Qingjiang, and she is the surviving person, with her present, it is difficult for Meng Qinghai to say what he asks.

Meng Wang's three sentences do not leave the bitterness of life, five sentences do not leave the deceased husband, and occasionally cry twice for the deceased son, and the two daughters-in-law who persuaded her on the side couldn't help but hide their faces and weep.

The cry of a room was heard, and everyone who heard it looked sideways.

Meng Chongjiu, the only one in Meng Jiatun who knew some medical skills, happened to be invited by Meng Jiulang's eldest daughter and saw this scene in Cunjin.

Look at Meng Guangxiao lying on the board, and then look at Meng Wang's family and two daughters-in-law who were crying sadly, he almost thought that after Meng Lao Liu, Meng Lao and everyone would also have a funeral.

"What's going on?"

"Uncle Nine."

Meng and Meng Qinghai saluted together, Meng was dressed in sackcloth, with a dish on his face, and without waiting for Meng Qinghai and Meng Qingjiang to speak, he took the lead and said: "Ninth uncle, it's all strange." ”

"Oh?"

Meng Chongjiu took Meng Guangxiao's vein, and at the same time looked at Meng Ji.

"The hall uncle is reluctant to join the army, it is a good intention, grateful, but you must not listen, the hatred of killing relatives is not shared, how can you not repay it! The words may be intense, and the result is ......" As he spoke, Meng reddened his eyes, "Uncle, if the hall uncle really has a case, he is willing to be punished!" ”

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with this, but it makes people sigh, and it is difficult to feel a child's heart.

If you think about it, it's not like that.

Meng Guangxiao is just angry and phlegm-obsessed, but Meng's words seem to be short of his life, isn't this a clear curse to death?

Meng Qingjiang didn't realize that Meng Qinghai's face turned blue, but he couldn't attack because of the presence of Meng Chongjiu and Meng Wang.

I don't know if I figured out the meaning of my son's words, Meng Wang's crying suddenly became higher, and the two daughters-in-law saw that their mother-in-law was crying so much, and they competed to see who had the highest voice. Even if you don't understand the trick of this, seeing Meng Qinghai's increasingly ugly face, it's still worth it!

Now, they have completely seen the faces of the Meng clan.

Patriarch of the Meng clan?

Bah!

Own cousins?

Phew!

The humble and studious Meng Dalang?

Keep it up!

Phew, then crying.

Anyway, they are widows, and crying a few more times is nothing.

Meng Chongjiu let go of Meng Guangxiao's wrist and pressed his middle force hard, seeing Meng Guangxiao's nose twitching, but still closing his eyes and showing no sign of waking up, he knew what was going on.

On the twenty-seventh day of Hongwu, Ming Taizu set up an old man system, and the old people who were elected were all virtuous, knowledgeable, and respected people. Their duties were not only to supervise the peasants and persuade them to teach the teachings of the Six Luns, but also to have a small jurisdiction to deal with some of the disputes.

As one of them, Meng Chongjiu's insight and actions are naturally different. For all kinds of things in the Meng family, he saw it in his eyes, Meng Guangxiao, Meng Guangshun and others plotted to seize Meng Guangzhi's family property, and he also knew that he did not come forward out of various considerations.

Meng Guangzhi's branch has declined, and Twelve Lang does not seem to be able to support the family, and it may not be a good thing for dozens of acres of land to be left in his hands to make people worry.

It's just that Meng Chongjiu didn't expect Meng Guangxiao to do such a desperate thing, and he forced Twelve Lang to join the army. Today's visit to Twelve Lang's house gave him a new idea.

Meng Guangzhi's party may not really decline, and Meng Qinghai may not really have a great future.

Twelve Lang wants to join the army, compared to the three sons who burned his eyebrows, Meng Chongjiu is not so anxious. Speaking of relatives, his own branch and Meng Guangzhi have already come out of five suits, as long as the men in Meng Guangxiao and other families still exist, it will not be their turn to make up for their children and grandchildren.

Meng Chong has been in the past nine years, has experienced the war at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and no matter how difficult the days are, his heart is naturally more ruthless than ordinary people, and his knowledge is higher than that of ordinary people.

Twelve Lang is less than a weak crown to have this mind, this ruthlessness, once he seizes the opportunity, he may not be able to do something.

"Uncle Nine?"

Meng is not afraid of Meng Guangxiao, nor is he afraid of Brother Meng Qinghai, in his opinion, it is only a matter of minutes to bury the father and son in the pit, but the ninth uncle in front of him made his heart suddenly.

"Meng" had seen Meng Chongjiu, and the impression left in his memory was far less profound than now.

It was as if the old man had seen through him, through the thoughts he had hidden in his head.

In an instant, Meng's scalp was numb. He trusted his instincts, and because of that belief, his expression became more solemn than ever.

Don't underestimate anyone, especially if you're not sure if they're friend or foe.

Meng Chongjiu got up and wiped his hands, he didn't break down Meng Guangxiao's pretending to be unconscious, he only told Meng Qinghai that he was fine, and he would be fine if he went home to sleep. Meng Guangxiao pretended to be unconscious, but he did have a sign of anger before, as for how he was angry, no need to ask, Meng Chongjiu could guess a few points.

Twelve Lang is indeed not simple.

Da Lang is also thoughtful, but it is a little worse than Twelve Lang.

Meng Qinghai was unwilling and wanted to say something, but Meng Qingjiang was in a hurry to bring his father home, "Don't be in a hurry now, wait to go back and clean up that little beast!" ”

When the words fell, he picked up Meng Guangxiao and left.

With a filial heart, he didn't realize that he had ruined his brother's "big thing", nor did he notice that his father's hand on his shoulder suddenly had strength.

Looking at Meng Qingjiang, who was in a hurry, and Meng Qinghai, whose back was bubbling black, Meng told himself that he couldn't laugh, he definitely couldn't laugh.

"Twelve."

With a cough, Meng turned around, his expression was calm and composed, and he bowed his hand, "Uncle Jiu, I'm tired of you today." ”

There is no filial piety at home, and it is always a bit taboo to invite someone to come to the door at this time. Inviting Meng Chongjiu to come today, he originally had other plans, but when he met him in person, everything he had thought before was thrown away. It's really unwise to play tricks in front of this old man, so it's better to be cautious.

Meng is confident but not arrogant, cautious but not cowardly, this is the foundation of his success.

"Twelve Lang," Meng Chongjiu stood still by the door, a long strand of hair fluttering in the wind under his chin, "You want to join the army?" ”

"Uncle Huijiu, exactly."

"Yes." Meng Chongjiu nodded, "The old man and the county master can still talk, or they can help one or two." ”

"Uncle Xie Jiu!"

"Wait." Meng Chongjiu raised his hand, "To help you join the army, you need to promise the old man one thing." ”

Meng raised his head, didn't rush to answer, and didn't refuse immediately, just looked at Meng Chongjiu with a respectful demeanor.

"Please teach Uncle Nine."

"Don't worry, when it happens, the old man will tell you." Meng Chongjiu suddenly changed his serious expression, "Don't worry, Uncle Nine won't let you do what you can't do." ”

"Yes." Meng promised happily this time, there are people in the yamen who are easy to do and can save some trouble, so why not do it?

What's more, his joining the army not only pitted Meng Guangxiao's family, but also almost pitted everyone surnamed Meng, not to mention embattled, his popularity among the same clan will definitely not be good in the future. It's never a bad thing to find an "alliance" to spread the fire.

Even if Meng Chongjiu really wants to embarrass himself, he can always find a way to deal with it when the time comes.

It is true that a penny can stump a hero, but Meng never thinks of himself as a hero.

If there is no copper coin, don't we still have treasure money?

An old man and a young man looked at each other for a moment, grinning at the same time. There seems to be a tail wagging behind him.

The next day, Meng Chongjiu took an ox cart to the county seat, and near the city gate, a team of knights galloped by.

The scarlet mandarin duck battle jacket, the black sheath of the long knife, the bow and arrow shining with cold light, the knights all held the reins in one hand, raised the whip in the other, and the horse's hooves passed everywhere, leaving only smoke and dust.

The leader was dressed in a cyan military attache uniform, and at a hurried glance, his facial features had not yet been seen clearly, and the heroic aura of his whole body was only like a blade slashing.

Meng Chongjiu hurriedly drove the ox cart to the side of the road, and it was not until the smoke and dust rolled up by the horse's hooves that he took a breath and said secretly: What a heavy evil spirit.