Chapter 97 Untitled "Good Lord", the big black man and the white-faced man called Lu Luzeng's honorific title and tried to rush forward to rescue him, but they were firmly pinned to the ground by the Red Scarf Army soldiers behind them.
"A few people are here, help him pour it out.
Is there any water in anyone's bag?"
Unexpectedly, the old Jinshi poured it out as soon as he said it.
Xu Jizu quickly squatted down, beating his chest and caressing his back, and shouted loudly.
He complained to Xu Hongsan, "It's okay to scare him now.
Let's wait until our governor comes back to see how you explain to him."
Xu Hongsan also didn't expect that Lu Luzeng would be so unintimidated.
He raised his hand and slapped his helmet, and defended sarcastically: "I just told a few truths.
He thought wrongly, how can he blame me?"
"Fuck, your Governor Zhu doesn't like killing people, our Governor Mao is just a butcher."
Xu Jizu rolled his eyes at him and continued to scold him loudly.
"This nerd looks like he is greedy for life and afraid of death.
Just now, in order to survive, he personally told my governor the location of the old camp.
But you just refused to open any pot."
"Why is Mr.
Fart a man who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
Before he could finish his sentence, the big black man had already struggled to raise his head and cursed, "Evil thief, just kill him if you want.
Don't tarnish the good name of Mr.
Good One." " "Good Lord, good Lord, wake up."
The white-faced man stretched his neck and shouted to Lu Zeng.
"You just farted when he confessed just now.
Hundreds of ears heard it at the same time.
Do you dare to ask me to bet my head with you?"
Xu Jizu turned his head and said viciously because he didn't know what was good for him.
"Let's bet.
I fell into the hands of you thieves.
I didn't want to go back alive."
I knew that what Xu Jizu said was probably true.
In despair, the big black man simply wanted to die.
"You are a prisoner of our left army.
It is up to my governor to decide whether you die or not."
Xu Hongsan just felt frustrated and interrupted angrily.
In the midst of the chaos, Lu Zeng was awakened by the torment.
He let out a long breath of hot air and cried loudly, "Tongfu, Defu, I will entrust you two with the matters after my death."
"Okay, okay, okay, why are you howling?
You can't die."
Xu Jizu was so irritated by crying that he picked up Lu Luzeng with both hands and handed it to his servant, "As long as you haven't done anything harmful to the world.
Who would be interested in killing you, a nerd?"
"My master is the supervisory censor, the supervisory censor.
He specializes in supervising officials.
He will never do anything bad."
Several servants heard this and were very happy.
While lifting Lu Lu Zeng to the chair on the sliding pole, he couldn't wait to declare.
"I don't believe that there are dog officials under the Tatar Emperor who have never done anything bad."
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Xu Jizu glared at several servants and curled his lips with disdain.
After finishing speaking, he was afraid that he would scare Lu Zeng to death and make Mao Gui blame himself afterwards.
He sighed helplessly, calmed his tone and added, "Guan Gu, don't be too afraid.
Just based on your credit for explaining the location of the old camp, my governor will not kill you again.
At most, he will fine you some money and food." , I will let you go when your family delivers it."
"I, I," Lu Zeng originally wanted to say a few words to defend his family's reputation.
But he was afraid of offending the other party and erasing the merits that could redeem his life.
He hesitated again and again, unable to say anything.
Just shaking his gray hair and crying.
"Lift it up, lift it up, carry it directly to the prisoner camp.
I'm going to be disgusted to death by you."
Xu Jizu couldn't stand his cowardly appearance, and waved his hand to signal the servants of Lu Mansion to lift the sliding pole.
It would be better to send the old Jinshi to the prisoner camp as soon as possible.
The big black man and the white-faced man heard that Lu Luzeng still had a chance to survive, so they stopped struggling and allowed Xu Hongsan and his soldiers to pull them up from the ground and escort them to the temporary prisoner camp with the others.
Just looking at Lu Lu Zeng, the previous admiration could no longer be found.
Instead, there was deep confusion and confusion.
The prisoner camp was set up in a clean field not far from the battlefield.
Although Lu Zeng and his party walked slowly, they only reached the place in half a cup of tea.
Zhu Bayi was very happy to see that the enemy coach was captured.
He quickly ordered people to clear a place in the center of the camp and escorted the old Jinshi and his servants there.
Then he looked at Xu Hongsan's shoulder and asked with concern, "How serious is the injury?
I haven't used any of the Jinchuang medicine I used last time.
If there is some left, feel free to use it."
As he spoke, he turned around to find Jin Chuang Yao.
When Xu Hongsan heard this, he quickly saluted and said loudly: "Thank you, Governor, for caring about me.
The wound has been treated with medicine.
It's just a skin injury, no bones."
"That's good, that's good."
Zhu Bayi happily touched his forehead with his hand, "The situation just now was too dangerous.
Fortunately, you were not seriously injured, that big black guy."
Having said this, his eyes naturally fell on the big black man who was tied up like a rice dumpling.
"What's your name?
Are you willing to surrender to me?"
"Don't even think about it."
The big black man immediately became furious and shouted at the top of his voice, "How could Mr.
Hu, a loyal heir to the family, join in the rebellion with rebels like you?
If you want to kill, then kill Mr.
Hu."
However, several soldiers were so angry that they stabbed him in the stomach several times with the handles of their knives.
Knocking him to the ground, his body curled up like a river shrimp.
"Okay, he's just a fool, don't be like him."
Zhu Bayi waved his hand, signaling to the soldiers not to fight anymore.
Influenced by later generations of martial arts novels, he was very interested in this black-faced man on the ground who could single-handedly withstand the siege of Chen De, Ivanov and Wu Liangmou.
But he was extremely contemptuous of the so-called loyal heir in this man's head.
After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and added: "If there is a family tradition of loyalty, Lingzu should have thrown himself into the sea together with Lu Xiufu more than seventy years ago.
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Dare I ask Brother Hu, which one of Lu Xiufu's was Lingzu?
hero" This sentence is a bit damaging to ask.
The big black man huddled on the ground, struggling for a while without the shame to raise his head.
He just clenched his back molars and said in a low voice: "Hu's ancestors were Han soldiers and had nothing to do with the Southern Song Dynasty officials."
"What about your ancestors?
Since they have a Chinese character, they must not be Mongolians, right?
When did you start to calculate this loyal heir?"
Zhu Ba11 smiled again and asked disdainfully.
The fighting skills of later generations on forums are not something that ordinary people can resist.
What's more, since the fusion of the two souls, Zhu Bayi has been holding on to the scroll every day, desperately trying to make up for a lot of knowledge that Zhu Dapeng gave back to the history teacher.
So I just threw out a few words, and then asked the big black guy again, leaving him speechless.
"When you enter the barbarians, you will be the barbarians.
When you enter the Xia, you will be the barbarians.
When the Song Dynasty's fortune was exhausted, our ancestors naturally had to choose their masters."
The white-faced man obviously read more, but when he saw the big black man, he was asked by Zhu Bayi. .
He also struggled forward and protested loudly.
Note 1 "Who said this?"
Zhu Bayi was taken aback for a moment and responded hesitantly, "I have never heard of it before.
However, you regard the Mongol emperor as a Chinese.
Did he agree to it himself?
If he agreed, how should he be treated?
The common people are still divided into four levels.
What level are you two brothers in?
I wonder if you will be beaten to death by Mr.
Mongolian in the street one day.
Will anyone pay for your life?"
Although "this" white-faced man has read a lot of books, he can't explain clearly the reason why the Yuan Dynasty divided the people into four classes.
Moreover, although his ancestors had served as generals of the Han army, they could only be ranked in the third class of common people at most, which was still two levels behind the Mongolian master.
If there was a conflict one day and he was beaten to death by the latter, he would also pay for a donkey.
"There is also this matter of choosing the master."
Just as he was suffocating to the point of ecstasy, he heard Zhu Bayi sneer and said, "Actually, you just follow whoever has a stronger knife.
Now I have a stronger knife than a Tatar." , according to this principle, you should bow to me and bow to me.
Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed hawk with me instead?"
Neither the black-faced man nor the white-faced man knew what a big-tailed hawk was.
However, neither of them could accept it.
A good minister chooses his master, but Zhu Bayi misinterpreted it as a big deal.
He was stunned for a moment, blushed, and stammered in retort, "You, you are so messy.
Choosing the master means that the ruler is wise and wise.
What does it say about whether a knife is hard or not?"
"Oh, that's right."
Zhu Bayi responded with a smile as if he suddenly understood, "Tell me, these two brothers, this wise Mongol emperor was in a place where the people were so hungry that they rebelled, but he still He was busy all day exchanging gold statues for the clay statues in the temple, and he refused to accept the money he handed out every day, but forced the people to carry it.
What kind of bullshit is it to exchange sacks of money for a sesame seed cake?
He can't raise a few so-called great scholars and become a wise king.
Could it be that the activities of a few literati drinking and prostitution are worth more than the lives of tens of millions of ordinary people?
Is it worth it?
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You two seem to be sensible people, but sensible people settle accounts, so you can't always just take advantage of your own interests."
"You" The big black man and the white-faced man had never had such a fierce fight with someone before.
They were instantly choked and their faces were as red as drunken shrimps.
Zhu Bayi was unwilling to give up, smiled, and taunted loudly again: "You two keep saying that I am a rebel, but Zhu is curious, who is a thief wearing an official hat and scraping the ground three feet away?
What makes the people starve to death is to distribute land to the people like me in Xuzhou Hongjin and only pay a tax of two taels per year.
Those who succeed in conquering a land and massacring the city at every turn are still like me, Red Turban, who capture most of the prisoners and let them go, but who do not kill innocent people indiscriminately, divide the people under their rule into four classes, and sit on the ground with a group of big and small bosses to divide the spoils.
All people are treated equally.
A prince who commits a crime is as guilty as the people.
I am a young man.
You two, please don’t fool me."
"You, you" The big black man and the white-faced man looked at Zhu Bayi hatefully, their faces gradually turning dark.
What the other party said today had almost nothing in common with all the books the two of them had read before, as well as the life philosophy instilled by their elders.
But every word struck the ground like a giant thunder, shaking the whole world outside them, and the sky above them could collapse at any time.
"Forget it, it's just a fan of officials who are obsessed with profit."
Regardless of whether the other party was convinced or not, Zhu Bayi himself scolded him happily.
He waved his hand and signaled Xu Hongsan to take the two of them away, "Take them to the dog officer named Lu and wait for the chief manager to deal with him.
By the way, since you two are willing to work for the Meng Yuan court, you might as well ask the dog officer Lu, back then.
Chen Shouxin, a member of the Huguang Han Army who defeated Tang Daer in Daozhou, how did he die?"
Note 1: If you enter Yi, you will be Yi; if you enter Xia, you will be Xia.
This phrase came from the mouth of Xu Heng, a pseudo-Confucian in the Yuan Dynasty.
It was originally a theoretical explanation for the justice of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty's takeover of China.
In recent years, rumors on the Internet have been attributed to Confucius, which is purely a random fabrication
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