Zhu Youjian: Taizu has an order! kill!

Song Yingxing didn't say anything. He asked Xu Guangqi to sign and then left.

He has been thinking about this for a long time and has already made up his mind.

He won't give up until he hits a wall!

Besides, he really didn’t believe it.

In such a time of great strife, the Mo family can really stand still!

a few days later.

Just when the battle situation in the south became more and more strange.

Song Yingxing rode a fast horse to his hometown in Jiangxi.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar streets around him, Song Yingxing felt somewhat emotional.

time flies.

The boy who rolled around in the mud back then is now the second-in-command of the Ministry of Works.

In this Ming Dynasty, he was considered to be the number one figure.

I walked around twice and ate a bowl of pancakes that I had had since my childhood.

Song Yingxing found an inn to rest for a night, and then rode off to the surrounding mountains with the gifts he had prepared.

The place where Mo Village is located is very hidden.

It was in a certain valley, with three cliffs and only one way in and out.

When he was a child, he became acquainted with the children of the Mo family before entering this Mo Village as a guest.

We walked all the way for about two hours.

After bypassing a small river, you can already vaguely see the village gate of Mo Village in front of you.

That's right, it's Zhaimen!

Perhaps due to a lack of security, the Mo family set up a large number of mechanisms around the entrance to the valley.

If you're not careful, you might end up hanging on a tree.

As an old acquaintance, Xu Guangqi naturally knew the dangers of the surrounding woods and walked up the trail very carefully.

Although the Mohist organization is overbearing, it rarely hurts the enemy.

In their own words, in the past thousand years, the ones they killed the most were killers sent by corrupt scholars.

It is said that the people from the Mo family were really offended and took advantage of the troubled times to go out and kill them.

The Confucianists who directly killed them said that they would not embarrass them again before giving up and going into seclusion.

So as long as you walk along this trail, it's basically safe.

When he reached the gate of the village, an old man at the door raised his hand to block him.

"Boy, outsiders are not welcome in Mo Village."

"Please come back."

The old man looked to be in his 60s.

He held a pipe in his hand and kept smoking.

The cuffs were slightly bulging, obviously hiding something.

"Hello, Uncle Thirteen."

"We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and you don't even recognize me?"

Song Yingxing didn't panic at all when he saw this, he smiled, picked up the gift in his hand and said.

Ok?

Uncle Thirteen?

Hearing this very affectionate name, the old man was obviously stunned for a moment.

He squinted and looked at Song Yingxing carefully.

It took him a long time to think about it and said in surprise.

"Song family brat?"

"Good guy, it's so big."

"I really didn't recognize it!"

Song Yingxing looked at Mo Shisan and recognized him, and nodded immediately.

"Hey, it's me."

"Uncle Thirteen, you have aged a lot."

"This is the good wine I brought you. You can try it later."

With that said, Song Yingxing took down six small wine jars from the horse.

He asked Xu Guangqi to get this from the imperial kitchen.

An absolute tribute!

"The boy is serious..."

"You also know how to respect me, an old man."

"But I'm afraid your visit this time is not just for a look."

"Aren't you afraid of being kicked out with a broom?"

Mo Shisan looked at the good wine in front of him, picked up a jar and smelled it, then chuckled and shook his head.

The moment he recognized this boy, he knew what Song Yingxing was here for.

Oh, this kid...

Do you really think the stubborn old man in the village is so easy to talk to?

"Boy knows."

"But Uncle Thirteen...Although I have not joined the Mo family, I can still be regarded as half an outer disciple of the Mo family."

"Today's world is a time of great strife, and the Mohist family should definitely stand up instead of hiding in such a place to raise cattle."

"The public loser has already made several declarations of war."

"Do those uncles really have no temper?"

Mo Shisan's words made Song Yingxing a little embarrassed.

After touching his head, Song Yingxing's face became a little more serious and he spoke.

Instead of denying or making excuses, he simply admitted the purpose of his trip.

That's right!

Boy, I’m just here to invite the Mo family to come out!

“The public loser counts the ball.”

"No one in the village takes him seriously."

"As for what you're asking for...Uncle Thirteen, I can't help you."

"You kid, go talk to Juzi yourself."

Seeing how straightforward Song Yingxing was, Mo Shisan was silent for a while and then stood up with a wine jar in hand.

He pulled the lever behind him hard and waved to Song Yingxing.

He is just an old man guarding the gate, there is no point in talking to him.

As for the public losers?

Oh, I didn't take him seriously back then.

How can he still become a monster after so many years?

"Thank you, Uncle Thirteen!"

Looking at the village gate that slowly opened.

Song Yingxing hurriedly thanked Mo Shisan.

He was afraid that the Mo family would not even give him a chance.

As long as we can get in, at least we can still talk.

Following Mo Shisan, Song Yingxing walked into this village that was already somewhat unfamiliar to him.

When I first entered the village, what I saw was acres and acres of neatly cultivated farmland.

From time to time, you can still see children in the village running back and forth with various mechanical toys in their hands.

After walking a little further inside, some busy residents of Mo Village around saw an outsider coming to the village, and couldn't help but cast a wary look.

Is he a Confucian bastard?

Got caught after falling into a pit?

"Brother Song!"

And just as Song Ying was walking towards the innermost part of the village.

Suddenly, a cry came from the side.

Song Yingxing turned her head subconsciously and saw a young girl standing not far away.

There was a little uncertainty in his eyes.

"Mo Ruyu?"

"You've grown so big."

"Last time I saw you, you were just a little bean sprout."

Song Yingxing looked back and forth for a long time before he recognized it.

Quickly said hello.

This girl used to like to follow him around and cause trouble, and the two of them were beaten up a lot.

"It's really you."

"I heard that you became the second-in-command of the Ministry of Industry."

"true and false?"

When Mo Ruyu didn't recognize him, he immediately came over.

He asked with a happy expression on his face.

"That's it."

"Master Tuo Xu is interested in me and allows me to join the court to help."

"Currently, I am mainly responsible for the firearms production of the Ministry of Industry."

Song Yingxing nodded and said casually.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ruyu's face suddenly flashed with anger.

"it is good!"

"Since you are from the Ministry of Industry, you must know Gongsun Xiong, right?"

"Let's go! Take me out quickly!"

"I have a little gift for him!"

These words are really murderous.

Song Yingxing was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he was speechless.

"Forehead..."

"What, actually, this old man Gong Shuxiong is pretty good."

"Besides, he is now a high official in the imperial court, how can you still give him two arrows?"

As an old acquaintance, Song Yingxing was very familiar with this girl's temper.

The whole thing is just a small pepper.

And he has a strong sense of belonging to the Mohist family.

That old man Gongshu Xiong dared to say those things in the newspaper. It was normal for this aunt to be offended.

But Song Yingxing didn't dare to agree to her trouble with Gongshu Xiong.

He could only cough and remind Mo Ruyu not to mess around.