Listening to the creaking of the noose behind him, he glanced back at the purple-black tongues that stretched out, but what he thought was completely different from the love that Mozi thought.

He thought, "The people of the gods who have fallen into my hands are afraid that death is much worse than hanging, and you are lucky."

There may be a person in the back who is too heavy and the hemp rope is too thin, and one of them actually falls.

was full of tears, but because the jaw was removed, it was difficult to speak, and he was pulled up by the ink man behind him with a noose.

When these people are almost dead, after checking and confirming that they are out of gas, they are all unraveled.

If you put it into the soil for safety or something, you will be exempted, and I am afraid that there will not be many people who will have no effect after hanging here, so it is better to bring it back to Peiyi and hang it outside the city wall to set an example.

After these corpses were collected, they asked each village community to choose two strong men, and then an old man, and followed the ink man back to Peiyi to "ask for debts".

When people die, the money is still there, and those orphans and widows who have enjoyed the good life brought by this money during their lifetimes have to come back.

Prior to this, each ink artist took a piece of paper and collected everyone's signatures and handprints to make sure that Peiyi's law of all people was in effect, and at the same time, it was also a solution to the seemingly unresolved issue of legitimacy.

Of course, these people are not enough, and in the future, they will have to go deep into the village community and record the names of most of the people. It is also for the sake of making it more convenient for Shiwu to govern in the future.

The practice of having paper and the practice of bamboo slips are completely different, and other places have not yet adapted to and have no opportunity to adapt to the changes brought about by paper.

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Within Peiyi, the remnants of Wuzhu, who had completely lost power this time, had already heard about what was happening there.

The officials of the big clans and wealthy clans, at this juncture, are all closed, and they don't want to get into trouble.

The Ink Artist let them go, telling them that this matter will not be investigated for the time being, and it is not explicitly stated but it is easy to think through.

If you really don't know whether you are alive or dead, and you are still rolling around in this matter, then the ink master has already killed a lot of people, and it is not bad for these few. Besides, this kind of thing is impossible for the big clans to be unanimous, and it is even more difficult to do it.

Outside the north gate of Peiyi, more than 20 ink masters held swords to block the way of some witches who wanted to escape, and used some means to make them return to the city and wait.

Debt repayment, in the era when private land and private acres have shown the dawn of being able to be leased and sold, that is a matter of course.

The surviving Wuzhu family members of Peiyi were anxious, and finally waited for the arrogant ink scholars to arrive with the strong men from various villages.

Just killed a group of people, with the support of public opinion, and the righteousness of repaying debts, the big clan was already frightened in this matter, and no one dared to stop it.

Dozens of ink artists dug pits outside Peiyi, buried pillars, and hung the hanged corpses as a deterrent.

The city has not yet returned, and there are other businessmen among the ink scholars, although the ability to identify jade and treasure cannot be compared with a wealthy merchant like Yidun, but Peiyi Wuzhu is afraid that there are not many treasures that need Yidun's vision to identify.

Widow Fei, who was not sentenced to be hanged, but sentenced to "serve hard labor in the Ink Maker's Workshop until it is repaid" was not sentenced to death by hanging, and was escorted back to her home in Peiyi by several Ink Scholars.

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

He had heard of the name of the Mo, because he knew that his father, his foreign royal father, had been poisoned by the Mo.

Maybe he didn't know what the foreign royal father meant, and he didn't call it that way originally, but then the family gradually got more money, so he used such a strange name to call his mother's father, which is said to be the name of the real big families.

At a young age, before he knew that he had been poisoned by the Ink Maker, he still had a lot of good feelings for the Ink Maker.

Because at that time he believed that his father and his outer royal father were only dreaming and wandering, not that he had not yet deeply touched the fear of death.

Before he knew that his relatives were poisoned by the ink man, he even went to the house in the southwest corner of the city to listen to the ink man's house, heard stories, drank soy milk, and bought wheat cakes.

Until overnight, someone told them that they had died, that they had been poisoned by the Mo.

So he put on sackcloth and cried loudly.

He didn't know what death meant, but he knew that the foreign royal father who loved him would never give him sugar again, and he knew that the father who seemed to be stern but cared about him would never teach him a lesson.

The little affection I once had for the ink artist could not be defeated by the hatred of the death of my loved ones.

And now, his mother was bound by the inkmen and escorted to the house, where a young man with a small and beautiful eyebrow was holding a strange cloth-like object, and was writing something with a pen.

Zhu Huairong gritted his teeth and looked at these five big and three thick enemies, and did not flinch, but 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 the enemy who had seen the real battlefield with a sword all year round.

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

He ran over crying, hugged the thigh of an enemy with all his might, and cried hard, "Let go of my mother!" Return my father! Return my uncle! ”

At this moment, he still blurted out the original name, and did not call the awkward foreign prince.

But the enemy's body was as strong as the thick sycamore tree in the courtyard of his home, and no matter how he shook it, he couldn't twist it in the slightest, and the young man with a strange cloth and beautiful eyebrows not far away was still there and said with a smile: "You see, you know the meaning of repayment at a young age, and you can teach your son." ”

Zhu Huairong stared at the young man who had just spoken with strange clean teeth, and gritted his teeth to pull his mother away from the hands of these wicked enemies.

I don't want the stout plane tree-like enemy who grabbed his mother's arm just shook his head and looked at him, not caring about his fight, but responding to the man: "Since the children can be taught, we can make a game." Let's see if you can explain the reason to this kid so that he doesn't hate us? ”

The other enemy grinned, his bright and clean teeth were particularly dazzling and disgusting in Zhu Huairong's eyes, making him hateful.

"Excuse me, how can I have this time? I wish the widow, the matter has come to this, and the money will be said. ”

Zhu Huairong looked at her pale mother, and her hatred was even stronger, but she didn't want her mother to say the location.

Although Zhu Huai Rong is young, he knows what money is for, and he also knows that those turquoise money like foot shovels can be bought for food and many more.

This is their own money, why do these people take it?

Thinking of this, he retreated to the wooden box where his mother said that he had hidden the money, and without fear of the stout enemies, he roared: "This is my family's money, why do you take it?" Let go of my mother! ”

The ten-year-old's weak body stood in front of everyone, and the wooden swords of these people broke when they snapped and waved the afterimage, but it only attracted the ridicule of those enemies.

The stout sycamore-like enemy looked back and smiled: "Sui, if you dance the sword, I'm afraid it will be like this." When I was ten years old, I already learned to stab, if you learn the sword, I don't know how long it will take to not slash and swing? ”

Zhu Huairong stared at the enemy with beautiful eyebrows and clean teeth, and said in his heart: "This person is suitable!" It's the one who killed his father and uncle! I'm still young, and when I grow up, I'm already going to learn swordsmanship! Kill this man! ”

He was thinking about it, only to hear his mother say in a hoarse and weak voice with his usual pity: "Fury, get out of the way...... Let them take it, obedient ......"

Zhu Huairong listened to his mother's words, and finally stopped wielding his wooden sword, stared at those enemies viciously, and stepped aside.

These enemies may have just asked for money, so they let go of their mother.

Zhu Huairong ran to his mother's side and cried, "Mom, why did they poison their father? Why did you poison your uncle? Why rob us of 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.

"Kid...... They are the bad guys. They have killed your father, your uncle, your uncle, many of your relatives, and they have robbed us of our money and property. No why, they're bad people, remember that is. You have to write down everyone and kill them all in the future! ”

"You want to be a warrior, you see, you wield a wooden sword, and these people who dare to kill your father, but they dare not kill you!"

Zhu Huairong cried: "I remember! When I grow up, I'm going to kill them all!" ”

Zhu Widow Fei stroked the child's head lovingly, knowing that no matter what she said, the Mo Shi would not kill her, because the Mo Shi was reasonable.

So she told her hatred in front of all the ink people, because she knew that the ink people did not kill children.

So she told the child to be a warrior, even though she knew that the Ink Man didn't kill the child because he wielded the wooden sword.

Zhu Huairong gritted his teeth and swore an oath, staring at the people in the house, remembering the names and the words "Mo", and vowed to kill them all in the future.

He also remembered his mother's words, to be a warrior, to be a warrior who dared to wield a wooden sword for revenge and protection at any time.

But he gritted his teeth, in exchange for a question from the ink man named Shi: "Zhu Widow Fei, do you say that you, as a mother, are you not forcing your child to die?" Even if he grows up, even if he gets revenge, it's not a dead end? So why bother? There are so many who want to kill us, and when he grows up, he won't be able to take his turn. Among the ink scholars, there are many people who make the princes hate and gnash their teeth, who do you think you are? What's it? ”

Zhu Huairong didn't know why this person didn't care when he heard such hatred, and he didn't know that this kind of killing people without killing was the only one, so he had the opportunity to hate.

He heard his mother cry out in a vicious and vengeful tone, "You are afraid! You're scared! Kill us all! ”

Zhu Huairong stared at the enemy named Shi, but listened to the man mocking: "The righteousness of the ink is not to kill children." Besides, what did you do to kill you? You still have to go to the grass silk workshop to serve, so much money, do it slowly. Kill you, who will pay back? ”

Zhu Huai Rong couldn't help it anymore, and said in his heart, you lied to me, what is the righteousness of the ink man, it is you who are afraid of my sword!

So he clenched his wooden sword and shouted, "You are robbing us of our money!" ”

But the other side didn't even answer, but continued to rummage through the money, taking away any bottles and cans in the house that could be exchanged for money......

After a long time.

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

The originally delicious meal turned into a coarse millet, and the originally kind mother became thinner day by day, and the soft hands that used to caress her face became rough.

During the day, the mother worked late and was said to be making straw.

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

The people in the city also looked at him with a mocking, happy, and hateful gaze, which made Zhu Huairong even more unbearable, so he expanded the scope of the enemy even more, only hoping that one day in the future he would slaughter Peiyi.

When this kind of life continued for a long time, Zhu Huairong understood that he might never be able to take revenge if he continued like this, and thought that his father and mother had said that there were still relatives in Pengcheng, so he took his wooden sword one day and went out of the city.

He didn't know where Peng Cheng was, he only knew that he had to go south, and he walked through it once when he was a child. He thought that he could always go, and he hadn't thought about what to eat on the way, but he knew that he couldn't get revenge at home.

Out of the city, after walking a long way, I met a wolf.

He had seen wolves as a child, and his own father had laughed and shot them and skinned them, so he was not afraid, and brandished a wooden sword at them.

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

But the wolves were not afraid, but jumped and pounced.

Before the sharp teeth cut off Zhu Huairong's throat, Zhu Huairong sniffed the fishy smell and was finally afraid.

But he couldn't figure it out.

This wolf is afraid of people, when his father takes him to shoot, these wolves will only flee far away, where is it terrible?

His father died at the hands of the Inkman, and his uncles who had hunted together also died at the hands of the Inkman. The inkers he hated should be more ferocious than wolves, otherwise how could his father have died at their hands?

But when he wielded the wooden sword, the ink man didn't dare to kill him, why did these wolves, who were said to be inferior to the ink man, dare to bite themselves wielding the wooden sword?

Lang was full, loosened his tail, and left the bitten fragmented Zhu Huaifu.

The wooden sword that once frightened the ink man "not daring" to kill him, and the wooden sword that vowed to slaughter Peiyi, was stained with blood and could no longer be wielded. 8)