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Chapter Ninety-Seven: Untitled

"Good Father!" The big black man and the white-faced man shouted Lu Luzeng's honorific title and wanted to rush forward to rescue, but he was firmly pressed to the ground by the Red Turban soldiers behind him.

"Come over a few people, hurry up and help pout! Is there water? Whose bag still has water?! Unexpectedly, Lao Jinshi said that he would fall, and Xu Jizu hurriedly squatted down, beating his chest and stroking his back for this person, and complained loudly to Xu Hongsan, "It's okay to do what you are doing to scare him?!" Okay this time, wait for our family governor to come back, and see how you explain to him! ”

Xu Hongsan didn't expect Lu Lu to be so unfazed, raised his hand and slapped it on his helmet, and defended it curtly: "I just told a few words of truth." He thinks crookedly himself, how can he blame me?!"

"Fart! Your Zhu Dudu doesn't like to kill people, but our Mao Dudu is a butcher?! Xu Jizu gave him a blank look and continued to count loudly. This nerd looks like a greedy person who is afraid of death, and just now in order to survive, he told the governor of my family the location of the old camp in person. But you don't open any pot."

"Fart! How is the good man a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death! Before he could finish his sentence, the big black man had already struggled to raise his head and scolded, "Thief, if you want to kill it, kill it." Don't tarnish the name of the good man! ”

"Good Gong, Good Gong wake up!" The white-faced man stretched his neck and shouted at Lu Luzeng.

"You're farting! When he confessed, hundreds of ears heard it together. Do you dare to ask? I'm betting my head with you! Xu Jizu hated the big black man and didn't know what to do, so he turned his head and said viciously.

"Gamble, gamble, Lao Tzu fell into the hands of you thieves, and I didn't want to go back alive!" Knowing that what the ancestor said, there is a good chance that it is true. In despair, the big black man simply wanted to die.

"You are a prisoner of our left army, whether you die or not is up to the governor of my family!" Xu Hongsan had just eaten a deflated meal and interjected angrily.

was in chaos, but Lu Luzeng was tossed and woke up. A long breath of hot air came out of his mouth, and he cried loudly, "Tongfu, Defu, the matter behind the old man's death will be entrusted to the two of you!" ”

"Alright, alright, alright! What a howl, you can't die! Xu Jizu was so annoyed by crying that he picked up Lu Luzeng with both hands and handed it to this person's servant, "As long as you haven't done anything hurtful, who is interested in killing you nerd!" ”

"My lord is the superintendent of the imperial history, the superintendent of the imperial history. Those who specialize in supervising hundreds of officials will never do anything bad! When some of the servants heard this, their hearts were overjoyed. While lifting Lulu onto the chair of the sliding pole, he couldn't wait to make a statement.

"I don't believe in the Tartar Emperor's subordinates, and there are dog officials who have never done anything bad!" Xu Jizu glared at a few servants and pouted disdainfully. After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Lu Luzeng would be scared to death, and Mao Gui would blame himself afterwards. sighed helplessly, calmed down and added, "Dog officer, don't be too afraid." With the credit you just gave to the location of the old camp, the governor of my family will not kill you again. At most, you will be fined some money and food, and when your family sends it, they will let you go! ”

"Old man, old man" Lu Lu Zeng wanted to say a few words to protect his reputation. But he was afraid of annoying the other party, and he wiped out the credit that could have been redeemed, hesitated again and again, and couldn't say anything. Just shaking his gray head and crying constantly.

"Lift, lift, lift directly to the prisoner camp. I'm about to die of disgust from you! Xu Jizu couldn't get used to his sloppy appearance, waved his hand, and motioned to the servants of the Lu Mansion to lift the sliding rod. It is better to send the old jinshi to the prisoner camp earlier, and it is better to see out of sight.

When the big black man and the white-faced man heard that Lu Lu had a chance to live, he stopped struggling and let Xu Hongsan pull himself up from the ground with his own soldiers and escort him to the temporary prisoner camp with the others. Just looked at Lu Luzeng's gaze, but he could no longer find the previous worship. Instead, there is a deep confusion and confusion.

The prisoner camp was set up on a clean field not far from the battlefield, and although Lu Luzeng and his party walked slowly, they also reached the place in half a cup of tea. Seeing that it was the enemy commander who was arrested, Zhu Bayi was very happy. He quickly ordered someone to vacate a place in the middle of the camp and escorted the old jinshi and his servants over. Then he looked at Xu Hongsan's shoulder and asked with concern, "How is the injury?" Have you ever been on Jinchuang Medicine! I used it last time on my side, and there are still some left! You can use it! ”

As he spoke, he turned around and went to find Jin Chuangyao. When Xu Hongsan heard this, he hurriedly saluted and said loudly: "Thank you Dudu, the wound has been medicated." It's just a skin injury, it didn't touch the bone! ”

"That's good, that's good!" Zhu Eighty-one happily stroked his forehead with his hand, "The situation just now was too dangerous, fortunately you weren't hurt badly!" That big black one"

Speaking of this, his gaze naturally fell on the big black man who was tied like a dumpling, "What's your name, are you willing to surrender to me?!"

"Don't think!" The big black man immediately became furious, opened his throat and shouted, "Hu Mou's loyal heirloom, how can he be in the same league with you thieves." If you want to kill, kill it, Hu! ”

But a few of his own soldiers were angry and stabbed him in the stomach a few times with the hilt of their knives. Knocked him to the ground, his body curled up like a river shrimp.

"Okay, it's just a fool, don't be like him!" Zhu Bayi waved his hand and signaled the soldiers not to fight again. Influenced by the martial arts novels of later generations, he was very interested in this black-faced man on the ground who could resist the siege of Chen De, Ivanov and Wu Liangmou on his own. But the so-called loyal heirloom in this person's head is full of contempt. After thinking about it, he lowered his head and added: "If you are loyal to the family, more than seventy years ago, Ling Zu should have thrown himself into the sea with 6 Hideo. Dare to ask this Brother Hu, which hero was Ling Zu next to 6 Hidefu back then?! ”

This sentence is a bit of a loss. The big black man curled up on the ground, struggling for a while and not having the face to lift his head. just gritted his back molars and said in a low voice: "Hu's ancestor is the Han army, and he has nothing to do with the Southern Song Dynasty officials!" ”

"Then what about your ancestors, since they have a 'Han' character, they must not be Mongolians, right?! When did this loyal heirloom start to be calculated?! Zhu Bayi smiled again and asked disdainfully.

The kung fu of fighting on the forum in later generations is not something that ordinary people can resist. What's more, since the fusion of the two souls, Zhu Eighty-one has hardly been able to put down the scroll every day, desperately making up for a lot of the knowledge that Zhu Dapeng handed back to the history teacher back then. So casually threw out a few words, and asked the big black one speechless.

"If you enter the country, you will be in the summer, and if you enter the summer, you will be in the summer! Back then, the luck of the Song family was exhausted, and I waited for my ancestors, so I naturally had to choose the master!" The white-faced man obviously read more, and saw that the big black man was asked by Zhu Bayi. He also struggled to step forward and argued loudly. (Note 1)

"Who said that?" Zhu Bayi was slightly stunned and responded hesitantly, "I really haven't heard of it before." However, you treat the Mongol emperor as a Chinese, did he himself agree? If they agreed, how could they still divide the people into four classes? By the way, the two brothers are the first. I don't know if you will be killed by the Mongolian lord in the street one day, will someone pay for your life? ”

"This?!" Although the white-faced man has read a lot of books, he can't explain clearly the reason why the Great Yuan Dynasty divided the people into four classes. Moreover, although his ancestors were generals of the Han army, at most they could only be listed among the third-class people, and there were two full layers of difference from the Mongolian masters. One day when there was a conflict and was killed by the latter, he also lost money for a donkey.

"And this one chooses the master!" was suffocating ****, and heard Zhu Bayi sneer and say, "Actually, isn't it just whoever has a hard knife, and you follow whom?" Now Lao Tzu's knife is harder than Tartar, according to this reason, you should bow to Lao Tzu! Why did you pretend to be a big-tailed eagle with Lao Tzu?! ”

What is the big-tailed eagle, neither the black-faced man nor the white-faced man understands. But the two of them couldn't accept it, and the good minister chose the master, which was misinterpreted by Zhu Eighty-one as holding a big thick leg. was stunned, blushed, and stammered, "You, you are messing around." Choosing the lord is saying that the monarch is wise and wise. Where is it to say that the knife is not hard or not?! ”

"Oh, that's right!" Zhu Bayi made a look of sudden realization, and responded with a smile, "Those two old men tell me, where is this Mongolian emperor Xianming?" The common people were so hungry that they rebelled, but he was still busy exchanging the clay statues in the temple for gold all day long. The banknotes are priced at one price a day, and he himself refuses to accept them, but he forces the people to carry a sack of banknotes to exchange for a baked cake, what kind of bullshit is this? ! It can't be that he raised a few so-called Confucians and became a generation of Ming Jun. Could it be that the drinking ** of a few literati is worth more than the lives of tens of millions of ordinary people? ! Both of them seem to understand people, but they understand that people settle accounts, and they can't always patronize their own little benefits!! ”

"You?!" How many times have the big black man and the white-faced man fought with someone so fiercely? was instantly suffocated, and his face was as red as a drunken shrimp.

Zhu Eighty-one was unwilling to stop there, smiled, and laughed loudly again: "You two keep saying that Lao Tzu is a thief, Zhu is strange, who is a thief?!" Is it to scrape the ground with an official hat and let the people starve to death, or is it like my Xuzhou red scarf to distribute the land to the people and only pay 20% every year? Is it to lay down a place and slaughter the city at every turn? Or is it like my red scarf, who captures most of the prisoners and lets them go, and does not kill innocents indiscriminately? Is it to divide the people under his rule into four classes, and take a group of big and small leaders to sit on the ground and share the spoils, or to treat all the people equally, and the prince is guilty of the same crime as the people? Lao Tzu doesn't read much, don't fool me two of you? ”

"You, you" The big black man and the white-faced man looked at Zhu Bayi hatefully, and his face had gradually turned dark. What the other party said today was almost the same as all the books the two of them had read before, and the life philosophy instilled by the elders. But every sentence fell like a huge thunderbolt, shaking the whole world outside them, and the sky above them could collapse at any time.

"Forget it, it's just an official fan who wants two profits!" Regardless of whether the other party was convinced or not, Zhu Eighty-one himself was scolded. Waving his hand, he motioned for Xu Hongsan to take the two away, "Take them to the dog official surnamed Lu and wait for the chief manager to deal with them." By the way, since the two of you are willing to work for the Mengyuan court, you might as well ask the Lugou official by the way, Chen Shouxin, the Wanhu of the Huguang Han Army, was the Chen who shaved his head after defeating the Tang Daer in Daozhou, how did he die? ! ”