The young man in front of him was very thin, he looked like he was about fourteen or fifteen years old, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his facial features were extremely exquisite, his eyes were like paint, and he looked very bright, he looked at Xu Jin who was dressed as a scholar in a daze, and his mouth opened slightly into an "O" shape.

Xu Jin looked at the young man thoughtfully, vaguely feeling a little familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"You...... Who are you? The young man looked up at Xu Jin and asked weakly.

Wang Hong, the deputy envoy of the sea channel, looked slightly gloomy and reprimanded: "Bold! ”

The young man trembled in fright, and quickly lowered his head.

Xu Jin waved his hand generously and said with a smile: "It's okay, this official is Xu Jin, the governor of Zhejiang, the little brother looks a little familiar, have we ever seen each other?" ”

The young man's eyes flashed, and he immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No...... I haven't seen it, but you recognize the wrong person. ”

Xu Jin frowned imperceptibly, and asked again, "What is the name of the little brother?" ”

The young man replied hesitantly, "Little ...... The small one is called Mo XX. ”

The young man's voice was as small as a gnat at the end, Xu Jin didn't hear what this kid's name was Mo at all, Wang Hong's face was even more ugly, and he pointed to another survivor next to him and asked, "Huang Bantou, what is this person's name?" But the craftsmen in our armory? ”

That Huang Bantou was lucky, but he suffered a little skin injury, and after drinking two large bowls of water, he had recovered his strength, and when he saw Wang Feng angry, he was so frightened that he hurriedly bounced up and replied: "Hui Wang, this person's name is Mo Zhi'er, he is the apprentice of Ma Bantou the year before last, and he has been with Lao Ma for almost two years. ”

"Mozhier?" Xu Jin carefully went through it in his mind and confirmed that there was no such name.

When Wang Feng heard that this kid was indeed a craftsman in the weapons field, he couldn't help but turn pale, but he didn't bother to bother with a primary school apprentice, and instead asked, "Huang Bantou, what happened to the explosion just now?" ”

Huang Bantou said with palpitations: "The 10,000 enemies in the warehouse are damp, and Ma Bantou wants people to move them out to dry, but who knows that the wooden shelves suddenly dispersed, and the 10,000 enemies fell out and exploded, this time it was purely an accident." ”

"Ah, master!"

The young man, apparently having just found out that Ma Bantou was dead, let out a cry of grief, got up and ran to Ma Bantou's corpse, knelt down and wept, tears pouring down his eyes, and the tears washed away the dusty face.

Seeing this, Wang Feng couldn't help but sigh secretly, and arranged for an official to be responsible for cleaning up the aftermath, so he arched his hand to Xu Jin and said: "Lord Xu, it's a mess here, please move to the yamen, and the lower officials have already arranged a banquet for Lord Xu and the generals." ”

Xu Jin glanced at the young man who was crying in waiting, nodded, and led the generals out of the ruins of the armory. When Xu Jin and the others walked away, a middle-aged man limped out of an alley, it was that Mo lame.

Mo lame glanced in the direction where Xu Jin left, and confirmed that the person had gone away, so he entered the weapon field with an anxious expression, and when he saw the young man crying in the courtyard, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over with a calm face and called: "Zhi'er!" ”

The young man raised his head and cried with tears in his eyes: "Dad, Master Ma is dead." ”

Mo lame squatted down and touched the young man's head and comforted: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, there should be this calamity in the life of Ma Bantou, don't cry, let's go home." ”

Mo Zhi'er wiped away her tears and said, "Dad, go back first, the child still has to do the aftermath for Master Ma." ”

Mo Lame couldn't help but say with a sinking face: "Ma Bantou is in favor of his duties, and there will be government cooking after his death, so you can use your stinky brat to mix blindly, not to mention where did you get the money to do the aftermath for Ma Bantou?" Let's go, go home with Daddy. ”

Mo Cripple grabbed Mo Zhi'er's hand and walked out without saying anything, but the latter refused to move, and begged with a crying voice: "Dad, the master treats the child with deep kindness, and the child wants to send him on the last journey, and he will go back when the master and child are buried, okay?" ”

Mo lame looked at the crying young man, frowned, and said, "Okay, remember to go home early, there are still very important things to talk to you about my father." With that, he let go of his hand and limped away.

Huang Bantou pursed his lips and watched Mo Cripple walk away, then he came over and patted Mo Zhi'er's thin shoulder and said, "Even if you kid still have a little conscience, Lao Ma didn't hurt you in vain when he was alive." But your lame old man is a wolf-hearted dog, if it weren't for the old horse who often helped him, and brought your kid here to work to earn money to help the family, hehe, it is estimated that your old man would have to eat the northwest wind. It's good now, the old horse is dead, and your old man doesn't even look at it, it's really a bastard. ”

Mo Zhizi's face was embarrassed, and he defended eatingly: "Huang Bantou misunderstood, my father is actually a very good person, but he is a little withdrawn!" ”

Huang Bantou pursed his lips, but he didn't say anything, after all, it was a bit too much to make a joke about Lao Tzu in front of his son, and patted Mo Zhi'er on the shoulder and said: "Xiao Mo, your kid is talented in firearms, now that Lao Ma is gone, if you are willing, continue to work like this in the future, and be my assistant, in short, with my Lao Huang here, your bowl of rice is indispensable." ”

Mo Zhi'er said gratefully: "Thank you Huang Bantou, I will discuss with my father and then reply to you!" ”

Huang Bantou rolled his eyes and said: "What are you discussing with him, he is a lame man, he can't pick his shoulders and can't lift his hands, if you don't work to earn money, who will feed him?" Come on, that's it, I'll continue to work here tomorrow. ”

The status of the craftsman in the Ming Dynasty was very low, even if Ma Bantou was a team leader, it was just that, so the funeral was not very particular, the thin coffin collected the corpse, and then carried it to the outside of the city to dig a pit to bury it.

It was already evening after the burial of Ma Bantou, and when Mo Zhi'er returned home, Mo Cripple had been sitting in the dark and narrow hall waiting for a long time. Mo Zhi'er pushed open the two dilapidated wooden doors, marched into the musty hall, and said weakly: "Uncle Mo, I'm back!" ”

In the dim light, Mo Cripple's face looked particularly gloomy, and he said lightly: "Sit down!" ”

Mo Zhi'er sighed, sat down on the low stool opposite Mo Cripple, and asked a little nervously, "Uncle Mo has any important things to discuss with the child?" ”

Mo Cripple raised his head and stared at Mo Zhi'er, his old face was flushed with a sickly flush, and he said excitedly: "Zhi'er, Uncle Mo saw the enemy who killed your brother today." ”

Mo Zhi'er shivered smartly, and said, "Is it the governor of Zhejiang, Xu Jin?" ”

Mo lame nodded and said fiercely: "It's him, if he hadn't obstructed it back then, your brother would have blown up Zhang Zhong's eunuch to death." ”

"Ahh Mo Zhi'er covered her small mouth and snorted, "How could it be him, he ...... He also came to my house to find my brother back then, and gave me some food and silver, but my brother was not at home at the time. ”

Mo lame was stunned for a moment, and said with a gloomy face: "Zhi'er, some people are obviously bad to the bone, but they pretend to be kind on the surface to deceive others, you don't have to be deceived by these little favors, in short, Xu Jin is one of the murderers who killed your brother." ”

Mo Zhi'er said with a pale face: "That...... So what should I do? ”

Mo lame said fiercely: "What else can I do, naturally I will find a way to kill him and avenge your brother!" ”

Mo Zhi'er's little face turned a little whiter, and she said deliciously: "Uncle Mo, that person is the governor of Zhizhejiang, such a big official, there are many guards around him, how can we kill him!" ”

Mo Cripple scratched his head desperately like a madman, and said hatefully: "As long as he is still in Nantou City, we will always think of a way." ”

Mo Zhi'er nodded, her hands trembling slightly.

Writing this, everyone must also remember that this Mo lame man was the remnant of King Ning back then, and Mo Zhier was He Zhi'er, the sister of scholar He Zhimin.

At the beginning, King Ning rebelled, and Mo Guan rebelled against the big tea merchant Fang family in Leadshan County, trying to help Wu Sanba take Leadshan County, but Xu Jinqi was high, and he tricked Wu Sanba's elite into the city and destroyed it, and the Fang family was raided. Mo Guan escaped by chance, but when he sneaked back to Nanchang, King Ning had already been captured, and the eunuch Zhang Zhong was searching for the remnants of King Ning in Nanchang City, and none of Mo Guan's family members were spared.

So Mo Guan Shi aimed his hatred at the eunuch Zhang Zhong, and instigated the scholar He Zhimin, who was also a victim, to assassinate Zhang Zhong, who knew that Xu Jin happened to be present at the time, and accidentally saved Zhang Zhong's life, but He Zhimin was seriously injured by a landmine and finally died.

After the assassination failed, Steward Mo fled south to Guangzhou Mansion with He Zhimin's only sister He Zhi'er, but was robbed by robbers on the way, not only robbed of all his belongings, but also broke a leg.

A lame man with a ten-year-old girl lived on the streets of Guangzhou, and could only rely on begging to get along, the difficulty can be imagined, but fortunately He Zhier was sensible and earned some money by doing odd jobs, so that the two would not starve to death on the streets.

After two years of starvation and cold, He Zhi'er grew up and could earn more money, and the situation of the two improved slightly. Later, the two went to Nantou Village, Dongguan, and Ma Bantou of the weapons workshop saw that He Zhier's "two fathers and sons" were in a pitiful situation, so he often helped them, not only introduced Steward Mo to a restaurant to wash dishes, but also brought He Zhier to the weapons field as an apprentice.

In order to facilitate walking outside, Mo Guan and He Zhier have always shown their father-son relationship, and He Zhier has always been thin and thin due to malnutrition, and at the age of fourteen or fifteen, she is still an airport-like figure, plus she is always dressed as a boy, so outsiders think she is a man, and even Ma Bantou, who loves He Zhier very much, does not know that she is a girl.