Guangdong is located in the southern coast, except for a few mountainous areas in the north, almost no snow throughout the year, but it is rainy in winter and spring, and sometimes it is not surprising that the drizzle lasts for more than a month, and the bone-penetrating clammy and cold is not comfortable.

At this time, the sky began to rain coldly, and the eaves leaked and knocked on the moss under the eaves steps.

The kitchen was dark and narrow, with low beams covered with cobwebs, and the firewood stacked in the corners, though neatly stacked, still took up so much space that only one person could pass between the stove and the pyre. The slender He Zhi'er sat on the small bench in front of the stove, and the fire was blazing in the stove, and she was cooking dinner.

While burning the fire, He Zhi'er used a charred burning stick to write and draw on the mud floor, and it was obvious that she had drawn a Franc machine cannon, and there were arrows all around it, and each arrow was marked with a number under it.

He Zhi'er held her cheeks and stared at the figure on the ground intently, when a burning bamboo in the stove suddenly burst open, exploding sparks. He Zhi'er was startled, and hurriedly pushed the bamboo into the stove hole, and at this moment, He Zhi'er's eyes suddenly lit up, and she stared at the circle of bamboo knots on the bamboo with her heart.

Zhiga ......

The old kitchen door was pushed open, and Mo Cripple stepped in with a gust of cold wind, smelling of alcohol, obviously drinking. He Zhi'er hurriedly stood up and supported the crumbling Mo Cripple, wrinkled her nose and said, "Uncle Mo has been drinking?" ”

Mo lame snorted wine and said, "I just drank two cups, can I start eating?" Hungry! ”

"It's okay right away, Uncle Mo will go to the house and sit down first!" He Zhi'er helped Mo Cripple out of the kitchen, returned to the hall and sat down, and poured him another bowl of hot water.

"Zhi'er wait!" Mo Cripple stopped Mo Zhi'er, who was about to return to the kitchen to cook, and the latter stood still and asked weakly, "Uncle Mo, what's the matter?" ”

Mo Cripple shook his slightly swollen head, stared at Mo Zhi'er and asked, "Did the officers and soldiers send a lot of Franc machine guns to your arsenal today?" ”

He Zhi'er nodded and said: "It's all some blown up Franc machine guns, there are a total of twelve of them, oh, not all of them are blown up, some of them are broken barrels." ”

Mo Cripple's heart moved: "Twelve gates? Doesn't it mean that the Franc machine artillery of the Xu Jin fleet has quality problems? ”

"Well, and the problem is quite serious, twelve doors were blown up in just one battle, I heard that because of this, nearly 100 soldiers were killed and wounded, the Governor is very angry, and has ordered the craftsmen of our armory field to help solve the problem."

Mo Cripple's eyes lit up, and he gloated: "No wonder Xu Jin's kid didn't take advantage of the victory to win Hong Kong Island, hey, it turned out that there was a problem with the artillery, and he deserved it, haha, God really has eyes." ”

He Zhi'er said a little uncomfortably in her heart: "Uncle Mo, the Westerners invaded my Ming land, looted and killed my Ming people, the crime is not punishable, and now that there is a problem with the artillery of the officers and soldiers, why are you gloating?" ”

Mo Cripple pouted disapprovingly, he followed King Ning to rebel back then, and he didn't have half of his loyalty and patriotism, plus King Ning was captured later, almost all the people who followed the rebellion were punished by the nine clans, including all of Mo Cripple's relatives, so Mo Cripple only hated Daming, especially the eunuch Zhang Zhongzhi, followed by Xu Jin.

Mo Cripple's heart now only has hatred, so what kind of land and people of Daming do you care about, as long as Xu Jin is not good, he will feel relieved, and he will feel comfortable, only to see this thing's eyes turn and say: "Zhi'er, in this way, Xu Jin is still possible to come to your weapons field?" ”

He Zhi'er's face was slightly pale, and she nodded weakly and said, "Maybe!" ”

Mo Cripple couldn't help but show excitement and said, "Tomorrow, you ask Huang Bantou if he still wants to help?" ”

He Zhi'er naturally understood what Uncle Mo wanted to do, her little face turned a little whiter, and she said authentically: "Uncle Mo, the Governor has also sent a group of soldiers to help in the field, and there is no need for helpers in the weapons field." ”

Mo Cripple's face sank and said, "You didn't ask, how do you know that you don't need helpers?" Didn't the day before yesterday kill and injure a lot of people? There is definitely a need for additional manpower. ”

He Zhi'er whispered: "Uncle Mo, the work of the armory field is really not suitable for you, there will be problems if there is a slight mistake, the explosion of ten thousand enemies the day before yesterday was caused by negligence, besides, Huang Bantou will definitely not agree." ”

Mo lame slapped on the table, and hurriedly shouted angrily: "Yellow-haired girl, now that your wings have grown stiff, you are starting to dislike Uncle Mo's lame legs, right?" ”

He Zhi'er's little face was as pale as paper, and she fell to her knees in fright, and defended with tears in her eyes: "Zhi'er didn't, if it wasn't for Uncle Mo back then, Zhi'er wouldn't be alive now, Zhi'er is too late to be grateful, how can you dislike Uncle Mo!" ”

Mo lame snorted with a dark face: "It's hard to draw the skin and bones of a tiger, you don't know your heart, there are too many ungrateful people in the world, and there are not many of you, who knows what you think in your heart." ”

is the so-called: good words are warm in three winters, and bad words hurt people in June, not to mention being treated by his closest people like this, He Zhi'er only felt cold, crying even more sadly, and made amends: "Uncle Mo, Zhi'er is wrong, Zhi'er must ask Huang Bantou tomorrow." ”

Mo Cripple still has a black face, he instigated He Zhi'er's brother to assassinate the eunuch Zhang Zhong, he was originally uneasy and kind, the reason why he took He Zhi'er to flee south to Guangzhou Mansion was that he was indeed a little difficult to get over in conscience, and secondly, he was worried that He Zhi'er would reveal his whereabouts. If it weren't for being robbed by bandits on the way south and breaking a leg, Mo Guan would have sold He Zhi'er to a poor country somewhere in Guangdong.

Mo lame poured a bowl of water with a black face, but he was a little drunk, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and he suddenly woke up that he still has to rely on this yellow-haired girl to feed, if he is really annoyed by this girl, who will support him in the future?

"Get up!" Mo lame hurriedly slowed down and said lightly: "Uncle Mo is also angry and angry, don't cry, hurry up and cook, I'm about to starve to death." ”

He Zhi'er sighed, quickly wiped away her tears and stood up, walked to the door and stood still, and said weakly: "Uncle Mo, Zhi'er will ask Huang Bantou if he wants to help tomorrow." ”

Mo lame waved his hand and said: "Forget it, that Huang Bantou already looked at me unpleasantly, and Uncle Mo was indeed inconvenient with his hands and feet, and that guy looked down on him even more, so I don't need to ask, I don't have to look at his face." ”

He Zhi'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and sighed, and then walked to the kitchen. When He Zhi'er entered the kitchen, Mo Cripple's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he secretly thought, it seems that this dead girl's desire for revenge is not strong, and she has to rely on herself to kill Xu Jin to avenge in the end.

As Mo lame expected, He Zhi'er's desire to find Xu Jin for revenge was not strong, and she even had no desire to find Xu Jin for revenge, although she was only ten years old at the time, she was already sensible, she clearly understood that it was the eunuch Zhang Zhong who caused their family to die, and it had nothing to do with Xu Jin.

As he gets older, He Zhier is also more able to distinguish between right and wrong, and the news he has heard about Xu Jin over the years is all positive, such as Shandong disaster relief and punishment of corruption, such as clearing the land, such as exterminating the pirates, and now encircling and suppressing Westerners, everything he does is a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people.

In the face of such an official who has an excellent reputation among the people, He Zhi'er's willingness to take revenge is naturally not to mention, until the day before yesterday, when he recognized Xu Jin as the young scholar who had sent silver and food to his home, the little desire for revenge in his heart also dissipated.

He Zhier always believes that kindness from the heart cannot be disguised, and a bad man is also a bad official when he becomes an official, where will he be like Xu Jin for the country and the people.