Rise From the Humble

   "Ahem, are you a little serious?" Uncle Zhu Shouren heard them say so much, and he also murmured in his heart. He thought about it again, although Zhu Ping'an was honest and simple, he was also a monkey when he was a child.

"What's so serious?! Brother Zhu, what we said is not the truth?! Is your nephew recognized by the ruling and opposition parties as the 'First God of Ming Dynasty'?! Did your nephew offend Yan Ge? The old man was relegated to the south of the Yangtze River, and made a comeback?! There are also places for offering sacrifices to the sea under the Jingnan and Yingtian cities, did they kill so many Japanese pirates?!"

  Xia Qiang said emotionally, wishing he could go up and grab uncle Zhu Shouren's ear and pour it into his head.

"Ahem, that's the case. Even if he wants to borrow heads to train soldiers, he doesn't necessarily have to borrow our heads. There are more than 2,000 people in his camp for him to borrow. I'm his uncle. He can't borrow my head. Besides, the three of us have read the books of sages and sages, not a hundred times better than the 2,000 people in the camp who don't know any characters. You can’t borrow our heads. At best, he will make a mistake and pick a few unlucky ones out of more than 2,000 soldiers to borrow the heads.”

  Uncle Zhu Shouren was not very worried, as he said, he also thought so in his heart.

  Even if the nephew wants to follow Sun Wu and Cao Cao, if Er Zhurong borrows the head, he cannot borrow the head from me.

   No matter how many fellow daoists die, as long as they don’t die, it doesn’t matter.

  So, uncle Zhu Shouren is still very calm at the moment.

   "My brother Zhu, do you think about the story of Sun Wu, Cao Cao and Er Zhurong borrowing heads?! If you think about it carefully, you wouldn't say that!" Hu Wei nodded his uncle Zhu Shouren's shoulder speechlessly.

   "How to say?" Uncle Zhu Shouren was even more at a loss.

Hu Wei hated iron for being weak, and rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Brother Zhu, why are you still confused?! Sun Wu was training in front of the palace. At that time, there were two concubines of King Wu and hundreds of court ladies. The heads of the two concubines, isn’t it because of their status that their heads are worth enough?! Why did Cao Cao borrow the head of the grain officer but not the head of the grain soldier? Isn’t it because the grain officer is in charge of the grain and grass, and his head is enough Does it have weight?! And Er Zhurong, why did Er Zhurong borrow his nephew's head instead of Xiao Bing's? Isn't it because his nephew has an unusual relationship with him, so the head has weight?!"

"If your nephew wants to borrow a head, the first one to borrow is your head! Because you are his uncle, your head is worth enough. When the soldiers saw it, oh my god, Mr. Zhu's uncle violated military discipline , were beheaded by Master Zhu to show the public, who would not be timid, who would dare not listen to Master Zhu's order?! Both of us were implicated by you! Borrowing three heads is much more deterrent than borrowing one head !"

"Borrowing his nephew's head, Er Zhurong cultivated an iron army capable of commanding and prohibiting orders in one day! Your nephew borrowed our heads, and within a day, trained an iron army capable of commanding and prohibiting orders like a finger! "

"In a few days, the Japanese pirates from the Songjiang Mansion will come. Your nephew can lead this iron army to make more military exploits, get promoted and make a fortune! It's just that the three of us have a good time, and we have become your nephew before we can show our talents. The stepping stone of military training and meritorious service has made your nephew's fame in vain!"

  Hu Wei became more and more emotional as he spoke, his face became paler and paler, and the fear in his heart wrapped him tighter and tighter like a nightmare.

   "No, no, I'm his uncle, if he borrows my head, how can he explain to my father and grandfather?!"

  Uncle Zhu Shouren shook his head again and again.

Hu Wei shook his head when he heard it, not understanding where his uncle Zhu Shouren's stupid self-confidence came from, and said speechlessly, "Brother Zhu, one is a slumbering, forty-year-old son who failed to pass the exams and didn't even pass the exams. One is Lianzhong Sanyuan, a good grandson who is a fourth-rank official at a young age and has a bright future, who do you think the old man is looking for?!"

Xia Qiang also followed up and said, "That's right. Besides, history is written by the victors, at least by the living. He borrowed your head, and you can't speak. It's black and white, or he's the only one." Did someone say that?!"

   "Uh, this is all our guess." Uncle Zhu Shouren hesitated, "Those mud-legged people have become court officials. Although they are military officers, they have also jumped into the dragon's gate and become officials."

  He was still unwilling to wake up from his dream of being an official.

   "Brother Zhu, this is not a sensational conjecture, but a well-founded one. Your nephew has already started working on it?!"

   Hu Wei said sadly.

"What do you mean?!" Uncle Zhu Shouren's face turned pale with fright, and before Hu Wei could speak, he began to clasp his throat, trying to vomit, "Ugh, you mean that nephew poisoned our meal? !"

   But it's been a while since he ate, so he can clack his throat again, but he just spit out two mouthfuls of sour water.

faint!

Hu Wei covered his head, and said helplessly, "Brother Zhu, brother Zhu, you didn't poison us, and it's impossible for you to poison us. If Mr. Zhu wants to borrow our heads, he will only call the whole army together and fight in front of the whole army like Er Zhurong. In front of him, we will be punished according to the law."

"Huh, I didn't say it earlier, I was shocked. Since you didn't poison the food, how did you start it?!" Uncle Zhu Shouren complained, and then became surprised again, "Could it be a chronic poison?! Let us At that time, there is no strength to resist?!"

  Hu Wei was speechless, looked at his uncle Zhu Shouren with the same eyes as he looked at Hobby, and said word by word, "Master Zhu just needs to give an order to kill us, and two thousand soldiers will do it for him. Why bother."

   "Brother Hu, how can you say that you have already started?" The uncle shook his head.

"Brother Zhu, have you forgotten our preferential treatment? We have only been here for less than three days, and we have received a month's salary and five taels of silver for relocation?! This is not salary and relocation fee, it is clearly life money !"

   Hu Wei said with a pale face.

   "Also, even Mr. Zhu is queuing up to get food now, but he has someone deliver food to us! This is food, it's clearly a severed meal!"

  Xia Qiang followed suit, his voice trembling, his face as pale as if he had fallen into a heap of ashes.

"Fuck, I also feel that something is wrong after hearing what you said. Now that I think about it, my nephew has never offered me money! Even if I asked him for money, I almost never got it! Not to mention Giving so many taels of silver all of a sudden like today is abnormal, too abnormal."

  Uncle Zhu Shouren's face turned pale all of a sudden, like a monkey with a scalded butt, he shot up with a whiz, and urged the two of them, "Then what are we waiting for, hurry up, or it will be too late."