warring states careerist

Chapter 120
Hearing the creaking sound of the noose behind him, Shi looked back at the protruding purple-black tongues, but what he thought was completely different from Mozi's universal love.

He thought, the psychic who falls into my hands will probably die much worse than being hanged, you are lucky.

There may be a person behind who is too heavy and the hemp rope is too thin, and one fell down.

Weeping all over his face, but it was difficult to speak because the jaw was removed, and he was pulled up by the Mohist behind with a noose.

When these people are almost dead, after checking and confirming that they are not angry, they will all be relieved.

Put it in the ground for safety and so on. I am afraid that not many people will come and have no effect after hanging it here. It is better to take it back to Peiyi and hang it outside the city wall to make an example.

After these corpses were collected, each village community was asked to choose two strong men and an old man to go back to Peiyi with Mo Zhe to "ask for debts".

People are dead, but the money is still there. Those orphans and widows also enjoyed the good life brought by the money during their lifetime, and they have to come back.

Before that, Shi and each Mohist held a piece of paper and collected everyone's signatures and fingerprints to confirm that Peiyi's Wanmin Law had come into force, and at the same time, it solved the legality problem that seemed unnecessary.

Of course, these people are not enough. In the future, we will go deep into the village and record the names of most of them.It is also for the convenience of Shiwu's jurisdiction in the future.

The practice of having paper and bamboo slips is completely different for the householder Qimin, and other places have not yet adapted and have no chance to adapt to the various changes brought about by paper.

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

At this juncture, the officials of the rich and wealthy families all stayed behind closed doors, and they didn't want to cause trouble.

Mo Zhe let them go, telling them that this matter will not be pursued for the time being, he didn't say it clearly but it is easy to figure it out.

If he really didn't know how to live and die, and was still wallowing in this matter, then Mo Zhe had already killed many people, and these few were not bad.Moreover, it is impossible for the big clans to be in harmony with each other in this kind of thing, and it is even more difficult to do.

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

Repayment of debts is a matter of course in an era when private fields and acres have already shown the dawn of lease and sale.

The surviving Wuzhu family members in Peiyi were anxious, and finally waited until the aggressive Mohists arrived with the strong men from various villages.

Having just killed a group of people, with the support of public opinion, and with the righteousness of repaying debts, the big clan is already terrified of this matter, and no one dares to stop it.

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

Shi Jiatun has not yet returned, and there are other merchants among the Mohists. Although their ability to identify jade and treasure cannot be compared with that of a rich merchant like Yidun, these witches in Peiyi probably don't have much need for Yidun. Treasures that can only be recognized by the eye.

The widow Fei Zhu, who was not sentenced to hang but was sentenced to "if the money is not enough to pay back, she will serve hard labor in the Mozhe workshop until the repayment is paid off", was escorted back to her residence in Peiyi by several Mozhe.

Her son, ten-year-old Zhu Huairong vaguely knew what happened, but he didn't know very clearly. He only knew that those usual uncles were busy running away and hiding, and they were in a mess.

He had heard the name of the Mohist, because he knew that his father, his father, was poisoned by the Mohist.

Maybe he didn't know what Wai Wangfu meant, and he didn't call it that way at first, but later the family's money gradually increased, so he used such a strange name to call his mother's father. It is said that he was the real rich man They're all called that.

Before he knew that he was poisoned by Mo Zhe at a young age, he still had a lot of good feelings for Mo Zhe.

Because at that time he believed that his father and the royal father were just dreaming and wandering, not because he hadn't deeply touched the fear of death.

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

Until overnight, someone told those people that they were dead, poisoned by Mo Zhe.

So he put on sackcloth and wept loudly.

He didn't know what death meant, but he knew that the father who loved him would never give him Tangyi again, and that the father who seemed strict but cared about him would never teach him a lesson again.

It is impossible for those slight favors he had for the Mohists to defeat the hatred for the death of his relatives.

But now, my mother was bound by those inkmen and escorted to the house. A young man with beautiful eyebrows was holding a strange thing that looked like cloth, and was writing something with a pen.

Zhu Huairong gritted his teeth and looked at these big and three thick enemies, and instead of flinching, he drew 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, it was not the enemy who had seen real battlefields with swords all year round.

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

He cried and ran over, hugging an enemy's thigh desperately, biting hard and shouting: "Let go of my mother! Give back my father! Give back my uncle!"

At this moment, he still blurted out the original name, and didn't call the awkward-sounding Wai Wangfu.

But that enemy's body is as strong as the thick sycamore tree in the courtyard of his home. No matter how he shakes, he can't twist the slightest bit. The young man with a strange cloth and beautiful eyebrows not far away is still smiling there: " You see, you know the meaning of repaying at such a young age, a child can be taught."

Zhu Huairong stared at the young man with strangely clean teeth who spoke just now with hateful eyes, gritted his teeth and wanted to pull his mother away from the hands of these villains and enemies.

I don't want the thick and sycamore-like enemy holding his mother's arm just shook his head and glanced at him, didn't care about his fight, but responded to the man: "Since a child can be taught, we can play a game See if you can explain the truth to this kid so that he doesn't hate us?"

The other enemy grinned, his bright and clean teeth looked particularly glaring and disgusting to Zhu Huairong, and made him hate him.

"Excuse me, how can I have this time? Wish the widow Fei, this is the end of the matter, let's talk about where the money is."

Zhu Huairong looked at his pale mother with even more hatred, but didn't expect her mother to tell the location.

Although Zhu Huairong is young, he knows what money is used for, and also knows that those turquoise shovel-like money can be used to buy food and many other things.

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

Thinking of this, he retreated to the wooden box where the money was hidden by his mother, and without fear of those burly enemies, he shouted: "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 afterimages of these people's wooden swords that broke when they were broken, only attracted the ridicule of those enemies.

The thick enemy like a phoenix tree turned back and smiled and said: "Shi, if you dance with a sword, you may look like this. When I was ten years old, I already learned how to stab. If you learn how to use a sword, you don't know how long it will take you to not be able to slash. waving?"

Zhu Huairong stared at the enemy with beautiful eyebrows and clean teeth, and said in his heart: "This person is Shi! He is the one who killed my father and uncle! I am still young, and when I grow up, I will already learn swordsmanship! this person!"

Just as he was thinking, he heard his mother say in a hoarse, weak but loving voice: "Rong, get out of the way... let them get it, be good..."

Listening to his mother's words, Zhu Huairong finally stopped waving his wooden sword, stared fiercely at those enemies, and stepped aside.

Perhaps these enemies just asked for money, so they let go of their mother.

Zhu Huairong ran to his mother and cried, "Mom, why did they poison my father? Why did they poison my uncle? Why did they 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.

"Son...they are bad people. They killed your father, your uncle, your uncle, many relatives, and took away our money and property. No reason, they are bad people , remember this. You have to write down everyone and kill them all in the future!"

"You want to be a warrior. Look, you wield a wooden sword. Those who dare to kill your father dare not kill you!"

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

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

So she uttered her hatred in front of all Mohists, because she knew Mohism would not kill children.

So she told the child to be a warrior, even though she knew that Mo Zhe didn't kill the child because he was wielding a wooden sword, she still said so.

Zhu Huairong gritted his teeth and swore an oath, staring at those people in the house, remembering their names and the word Mo Zhe, vowing to kill them all in the future.

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

But what he gritted his teeth in exchange for was a question from the Mohist named Shi: "Zhu widow Fei, do you think you, as a mother, must drive the child to death? When he grows up, he will take revenge, right?" A dead end? Then why bother? There are many people who want to kill us, and when he grows up, it will not be his turn. Among the Mohists, there are many people who make the princes hate each other. Who do you think you are? What is 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 practice of killing but not killing was the only one, so he had the opportunity to hate.

He heard his mother shout madly in a vicious and resentful tone: "You are afraid! You are afraid! Kill us all!"

Zhu Huairong stared at the enemy named Shi, but heard the man mockingly said: "The righteousness of the Mohist is not to kill children. Besides, why kill you? You still have to serve in the Caobo Workshop, so much money is missing , do it slowly. Kill you, who will pay back the money?"

Zhu Huairong couldn't bear it any longer, and said in his heart that you lied to me, what is the meaning of Mohism, you are afraid of my sword!

So he gripped the wooden sword tightly and shouted: "You are the ones who stole our money!"

But there was no answer on the other side, but continued to search for money, taking away any bottles and jars at home that could be exchanged for money...

long after.

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

The originally delicious meals turned into rough and unpalatable millet, the originally graceful and kind mother became thinner day by day, and the soft hands that used to touch her face became rough.

During the day, mother has to work until late, and it is said that she is making grass and silk.

When I came back, I only had some rough rice, which was the most unpalatable, and there was no meat, only sunflower.

The people in the city also looked at him with a mocking, happy, and hatred look, which made Zhu Huairong even more unbearable, so he expanded the scope of his enemies, and only hoped that one day in the future, Peiyi would be wiped out.

After this kind of life continued for a long time, Zhu Huairong realized that he might never be able to take revenge if this continued. Remembering that his parents had said that there were still 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 go south, and he walked by it once when he was a child.He thought, he could always walk there. As for what to eat on the way, he hadn’t thought about it yet, but he knew that he couldn’t take revenge at home like this.

Out of the city, walked a long way, and met a wolf.

He had seen wolves when he was a child, and his father had shot and stripped them with a smile, so he was not afraid, and swung his wooden sword at those wolves.

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

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

Before the sharp teeth cut off Zhu Huairong's throat, Zhu Huairong smelled the stench and finally got scared.

But he couldn't figure it out.

These wolves are afraid of people. When his father took him to shoot and hunt, these wolves would only run away far away. What is so scary?

His father died at the hands of Mo Zhe, and the uncles who had shot and hunted together also died at the hands of Mo Zhe.Those Mohists who made him hate him should be more ferocious than wolves, otherwise how could his father die under their hands?

But when he was wielding the wooden sword, Mo Zhe didn't dare to kill him. Why would these wolves, which are supposedly not as ferocious as Mo Zhe, dare to attack and bite him who was wielding the wooden sword?

Lang was full, and with his tail loose, he left the bitten and broken Zhu Huairong.

The wooden sword that once frightened Mo Zhe "dare not" to kill him, and vowed to slaughter Peiyi, was stained with blood and could no longer be swung.

　Yi Dun was a horse dealer, but later he also played jade. "Zizi, Governing the World Chapter": The way of wisdom is better than Yinxian.For example, it is like borrowing Bole to meet a horse, or borrowing Yidun to meet a jade.

　　
　
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