First Minister of Ming Dynasty

　　 Mu's stockade was breached in an instant, hundreds of thugs, dozens of them died, less than a hundred escaped, and the rest were taken prisoner. Among them, dozens of men from Mu's family are also listed.

　　 Wu Liang also spotted the one who put cold arrows at him, and hit him with an old fist, hitting his face like a rotten watermelon.

　　 Zhang Ximeng just didn't see it.

　　 At this moment, Lao Zhu came to fight his horse and found that the battle was over. He was kind of regretful.

　　I'm late, nothing else!

　　 Zhang Ximeng was overjoyed when he saw Lao Zhu rushing over.

　　 "Lord, I have to invite you if you don’t come. There are still too many things. I have to ask the lord to decide."

　　 Without a word, Zhang Ximeng took Lao Zhu to the Mu family's ancestral hall.

　　Lao Zhu had no idea about the Mu family. He only felt that he was an ordinary landlord, but when he saw this magnificent and ancient ancestral hall, Zhu Yuanzhang was shocked.

　　 After walking in, he was even more surprised.

　　 In the shrine in the middle of the ancestral hall, there is an ancient scholar who looks like a scholar, with a fluttering crown and full of books.

　　 "Sir, who is this?"

　　 Zhang Ximeng looked around and said, "It should be Zi Gong!"

　　 "Zigong? Is Confucius' disciple?"

　　 "Well! Zi Gong was originally named Duanmuci. He used to do business between Cao Lu and he was considered a rich man under Confucius. It is possible that Mu's surname originated from Duanmu and moved here from Ludi."

　　 Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but nodded, his expression inevitably a little more solemn.

　　 Anyway, their family goes back up. They are all poor tenant farmers. Unlike the Mu family, it can be traced back to Confucius. It's really a scholarly family, a big family!

　　 It is estimated that such a family background is a bit more tolerant than the Yansheng in Qufu!

　　Lao Zhu looked at Zi Gong's portrait again, but didn't even sit down.

　　 Seeing Lao Zhu being cautious, Zhang Ximeng laughed and said, "Lord, to speak of it, this place of Haoliang is really outstanding. Back then, Zhuangzi and Keiko were on this Hao Shui, and they had debated the joy of fish!"

　　 Hearing this, Old Zhu was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't help feeling even more shocked. He didn't feel much before studying with Zhang Ximeng, but now that he has a culture, he is more in awe.

　　 "We remember that Zi Gong once redeemed the people of Lu who were slaves in a foreign land. After returning to China, he did not ask Lu for compensation. As a result, he was criticized by Confucius."

Zhang Ximeng nodded, "Yes, Master Confucius believes that redeeming a person to get compensation is also a good deed. The redeemer does not make compensation, but it will make those who want supplements be criticized and ridiculed by everyone. Over time, the people of Lu who are slaves outside. No one is taking care of it, so Zigong has made it more difficult for the people of Lu to return to their hometown. It can be seen that Old Master Kong is a flexible, reasonable, and flexible old man!"

　　 In fact, if you read the Analects a little, you will probably have the same experience. Confucius is quite reasonable. Not only Confucius, Master Zhu is the same.

　　 If Zhu Xi really tells others, starving to death is a small matter, but it is a big loss, so you starve to death!

How can a person like 　　 conquer all scholars and be respected and respected?

　　 But then again, why is this extreme statement so popular? Known to the world? Become an inherent impression.

　　 Should I reflect on what Confucius and Zhu Fuzi said, or should I think clearly, why someone deliberately misinterpreted it?

　　Perhaps the latter has more research value than the former.

　　 Zhang Ximeng accompanied Zhu Yuanzhang to the next room, and when they came in, he was really shocked!

　　 "Is this an ancestral hall or a Xing Hall?" Zhu Yuanzhang blurted out, as far as he could see, there were rawhide whips, clamps, soldering irons... and even more weird instruments of torture, which were more complete than the prison.

　　 They bypassed a pile of torture instruments, and when they reached the wall, an even more frightening scene appeared. On the wall, there were a few dark objects, which seemed to be limbs.

　　 Carefully identified it. It was a human arm. It was chopped off and left to air dry. It was not known how long it took before it became jet black.

　　 Look up again, there are a few pieces of rope-like things hanging on the wall, but you can take a closer look, they turned out to be intestines!

　　Rao is Zhang Ximeng who has gone through several months of defending the city. He shuddered when he saw these human parts!

　　 is right next door, for Confucius' proud disciple, Zi Gong, who was criticized by Confucius for redeeming the countrymen, was not thoughtful enough.

　　Here is a Xingtang, a living hell!

　　 Zhu Yuanzhang's face was also quite ugly, and the blue veins on his temples couldn't help but stretch.

　　 "Okay, what a Mu's family! Don't throw any of these instruments of torture. You can use them all in the Mu's family when you look back!"

　　 Lao Zhu turned his head and returned to the main hall. He glanced at the statue of Zi Gong in the middle, his heart of awe was gone, only a deep sigh was left!

　　 "Unscrupulous offspring, shame their ancestors!"

　　 After Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, he immediately ordered, "Bring all Mu's family over, and if you have any, tell all the villagers to come and watch!"

　　 His subordinates sent the order, and Zhu Yuanzhang became more and more angry when he thought about it, and said to Zhang Ximeng: "Sir, are they not afraid to shame their ancestors?"

　　 Zhang Ximeng sighed: "Lord, I think they are using their ancestors' prestige to fake their prestige!"

Snapped!

　　 Old Zhu slapped the table hard, and said angrily: "If this is the case, don't blame us, you are welcome!"

Soon, Wu Liang escorted the Mu family over, headed by a gray-bearded old man named Mu Ren. Behind him, there was Mu Xin who claimed to be Mu Yingyuan’s uncle, and dozens of males. A large piece of black press.

　　 Outside the ancestral hall, there are villagers and people who have heard the news. There are as many as a thousand people, and there are more people who help the old and young, and rush over from the surrounding villages.

　　 From the old man with a stick to the children of a few years old, all came over.

　　This kind of scene is not uncommon. Once upon a time, every new year or to punish lawlessness, everyone was required to gather.

　　 The ancestral hall of the Mu family is very famous throughout Dingyuan.

　　 Any conflicts in the surrounding countryside are handled by the Mu family, and there is no need to bother the government to come forward.

　　 The ancestors of the family are Confucius’ disciples, so can it be unfair to do things?

　　 It’s just that no one had thought that one day, in this ancestral hall, the Mu family actually became kneeling below.

　　 Has this world changed?

　　 "We have issued a field division order, why are you unwilling to cooperate?" Zhu Yuanzhang said in a low voice.

Mu Ren, the old guy headed by 　　 gritted his teeth, and replied: "This field and this place has belonged to the Mu family for thousands of years, so why do you say it will be divided? You may have a reason?"

At this time, there is no need for Zhu Yuanzhang to speak. Zhang Ximeng smiled and said: "You are still right. It is because you have belonged to your family for thousands of years, so everything has to be let out. You also live on a piece of land, so why can your family? Always sit back and enjoy the results?"

　　 asked Mu Ren about this, and at the same time, there was some movement among the crowd. Some people began to whisper and whisper.

　　 Mu Ren was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed: "Okay! We recognize it, let us pay as much as we want! Is this the head office?"

　　 "No!" Zhang Ximeng said flatly: "I just found out that you have set up torture halls privately. In these years, how many innocent people have you killed?"

　　 As soon as he said this, Mu's family was dumbfounded, and Mu Ren was also short of breath, and his face changed.

　　 "I, our family has abided by the ancestral motto for generations, treated people with benevolence and righteousness, and has a great reputation. Someone asked us to uphold justice. We are just doing things for the folks."

At this time, Mu Xin craned her neck and yelled: "Yes, just ask the people and folks ~ www.novelmt.com~ they can testify to us! If we are at fault, someone will naturally come out to testify! "

　　 As expected, after he said this, among the crowd, after a brief discussion, there was a middle-aged man who was shaking and knelt on the ground.

　　 "Master Mu, please be aware of it, Master Mu is a good person!"

　　 "Yes, Master Mu is indeed a good person!"

　　 Several people followed along, all saying that the Mu family was a good person.

　　 Zhang Ximeng didn't panic at all. At this moment, a woman came up with a child.

　　 "Master Qingtian is here, I want to sue Mu's family! Tell them to **** the land and grab our family's property!"

　　 It is Mu Ying who speaks impressively!

　　 Ma Shi laughed and encouraged, "Children, don't be afraid, it's time to settle accounts with them!"

　　 With Mu Ying standing up, the people outside became even more excited, and the buzzing sound continued.

　　 Muying took a deep breath and explained what happened to her parents.

　　 Among the crowd, many still remember Father Mu. When the disaster happened, only his father thought of the big guy in his heart. He lowered everyone’s rent, but he didn’t expect that good people don’t live long...

　　 "Lord, please be the master!"

　　 An old man knelt down, and then dozens of others knelt down, all crying bitterly, telling the Mu family's crimes... Soon, the voice condemning the Mu family was already earth-shaking.

　　Zhu Yuanzhang finally stood up slowly, looking down at the scattered Mu family.

　　 "All the most sinful Mu family members will be put to death! Just in this ancestral hall, let their ancestors watch!" As soon as Zhu Yuanzhang's words fell, all the people outside knelt down and thanked Daen.

　　 There is justice in the world!

　　 The sound of crying, the sound of cheering, go straight to the sky...