The boy in front of him was very thin, looking about fourteen or fifteen years old, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but his facial features were extremely delicate, his eyes were like vague, and he looked very watery. He stared blankly at Xu Jin, dressed in a scholar, and his mouth slightly opened into an "O" shape.

Xu Jin looked at the boy thoughtfully and felt familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"You...who are you?" the young man looked up at Xu Jin and asked weakly.

The deputy envoy of the Haidao, Wang Yu, looked slightly dark and scolded: "Bold!"

The boy shook his head quickly.

Xu Jin waved his hand generously and smiled, "It's okay, I am the governor of Zhizhe, Xu Jin. My brother looks familiar. Have we ever seen it?"

The boy's eyes flashed, and he immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No... I haven't seen it before, sir, you have recognized the wrong person."

Xu Jin frowned slightly and asked again: "What's the name of the little brother?"

The young man stammered and replied: "Little...the little one is called Mo XX."

When the boy spoke, his voice was as small as a mosquito. Xu Jin didn't hear the boy's name clearly. Wang Yu's face looked even more ugly. He pointed to another survivor next to him and asked, "Huang Bantou, what's this person's name? Is it a craftsman in our weapon field?"

The Huang Bantou was lucky, but he suffered some skin injuries. After drinking two large bowls of water, he had recovered. When he saw Wang Ai, he was frightened and quickly jumped up and replied: "Go to Master Wang, this person's name is Mo Zhier, who was the apprentice accepted by Ma Bantou two years ago. He has been with Lao Ma for almost two years. This kid is diligent and flexible in his mind. He is good at doing work. He is a little timid and introverted. He usually speaks so quietly. He is not deliberately neglecting his master."

"Mo Zhier?" Xu Jin passed it carefully in his mind and confirmed that the name was not available.

When Wang You heard that this kid was indeed a craftsman in the weapon field, his face was slower, and he was too lazy to argue with a primary school apprentice. Instead, he asked: "Ban Tou Huang, what happened to the explosion just now?"

Huang Bantou said with lingering fear: "The ten thousand enemies in the warehouse were wet, so Ma Bantou wanted to let someone move it out and dry it. Unexpectedly, the wooden rack suddenly dispersed, and the ten thousand enemies fell out and exploded. This time it was a pure accident."

"Ah, Master!"

The young man obviously found out that Ma Bantou was dead. He cried out with a sad cry and got up and ran to Ma Bantou's body to kneel down and cry loudly. Tears were flowing down, and tears washed the dusty face mottled.

Seeing this, Wang Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly, arranged an official to be responsible for cleaning up the aftermath, and bowed to Xu Jin and said, "Mr. Xu, it's a mess here. Please move to the yamen. The officials have already arranged a banquet to welcome Lord Xu and the generals."

Xu Jin glanced at the young man who was crying, nodded, and led the generals out of the ruins of the weapon field. When Xu Jin and others walked away, a middle-aged man limped out of a small alley. It was the Mo Cruel.

Mo Cutezi looked in the direction where Xu Jin left, and confirmed that the person had walked away, then he entered the weapon field anxiously. When he saw the boy crying in the yard, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over with a calm face and called out: "Zhi'er!"

The young man raised his head and cried with tears in his eyes: "Dad, Master Ma is dead."

Mo Crouched down and touched the boy's head and comforted him: "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. Ma Bantu's fate should have such disaster. Stop crying, let's go home."

Mo Zhier wiped her tears and said, "Dad, please go back first, the child has to do the funeral for Master Ma."

Mo Cutezi couldn't help but look dark and said, "Ma Bantuo was favoring his post because of his duties. There will be an official food after his affairs. That's why you, a slutty boy, get involved. What's more, where did you get the money to do the funeral for Ma Bantuo? Let's go and go home with your father."

Mo Cutezi grabbed Mo Zhier's hand without saying a word and walked out, but the latter refused to move and begged in a crying voice: "Dad, the master treats the child with deep affection. The child wants to send him the last journey. Is it OK to go back after the master is buried?

Mo Cutezi looked at the young man who was crying and frowned and said, "Well, remember to go home early. I have something very important to talk to you for my father." After that, he let go of his hand and limped away.

Huang Bantu curled his lips and watched Mo Cruel walk away. Then he came over and patted Mo Zhier's thin shoulders and said, "You kid is a little conscience. Lao Ma didn't love you in vain when he died. But you're so lame. If Lao Ma didn't help him often, he would have brought you here to work and earn money to help make up for the family. Hehe, I guess you'll have to eat the northwest wind. Now, Lao Ma dies, you're so stupid. You don't even look at him. You're such a bastard."

Mo Zhizi looked embarrassed and defended himself: "Huang Bantuo misunderstood. My father is actually a very good person, but he is a little withdrawn!"

Huang Bantu curled his lips and said nothing more. After all, it was a bit too much to make fun of me in front of his son. He patted Mo Zhier on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Mo, you have talent in firearms. Now Lao Ma is gone. If you are willing, you will continue to work like this in the future and be my assistant. In short, with my Lao Huang here, you will be bound to have your rice."

Mo Zhier said gratefully: "Thank you Huang Bantou. I have discussed with my father before replying to you!"

Huang Ban rolled his eyes and said, "What are you discussing with him? He is a cripple man, and he can't take his shoulders and can't lift his hands. If you don't work and make money, who will support him? Well, that's it. I'll make sure to continue working here tomorrow."

The status of craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty was very low. Even if Ma Bantu was a Bantu, it was just that. So the funeral was not very particular. The thin coffin collected the body in one go, and then carried it outside the city to dig a pit to bury it.

It was already evening after the burial of Ma Bantou. Mo Zhier returned home. Mo Cruzi had been waiting in the dark and narrow hall for a long time. Mo Zhier pushed open the two dilapidated wooden doors and walked into the musty hall, saying weakly: "Uncle Mo, I'm back!"

Under the dim light, Mo Cuzi's face looked particularly gloomy and said indifferently: "Sit down!"

Mo Zhier said oh, sat down on the stool opposite Mo Crook, and asked nervously: "What important thing does Uncle Mo have to talk to the child?"

Mo Crook looked up at Mo Zhier, and his old face turned out to be a sickly blush, and he said excitedly: "Zhier, Uncle Mo has seen the enemy who killed your brother today."

Mo Zhier shivered smartly and said, "Is it the governor of Zhizhe, Xu Jin?"

Mo Cuzi nodded and said with a grim voice: "It's him. If he hadn't been obstructed back then, your brother would have blown Zhang Zhong to death."

"Ah!" Mo Zhier covered her mouth and whispered, and said ate: "How could it be him? He... He had also come to my house to find my brother, and gave me some food and money, but my brother was not at home at that time."

Mo Cutezi was stunned for a moment and said with a gloomy face: "Zhier, some people are obviously bad enough to the core, but they pretend to be kind on the surface to deceive others. Don't be blinded by these little favors. In short, Xu Jin is one of the murderers who killed your brother."

Mo Zhier said palely: "Then...what should I do?"

Mo Cutezi said with a grim voice: "What else can I do? Of course I will find a way to kill him and avenge your brother!"

Mo Zhier's little face turned a little whiter again, and she said juicyly: "Uncle Mo, that man is the Governor of Zhizhe. What a great official, there are many guards around her, how can we kill him!"

Mo Cutezi scratched his head desperately like a madman and said with hatred: "As long as he is still in Nantou City, we will always think of a solution."

Mo Zhier nodded, her hands trembled slightly.

Having written this, I believe everyone remembered that this Mo Cute is the remnant of Ning Wang, and Mo Zhier is He Zhier, the younger sister of scholar He Zhimin.

When King Ning rebelled, Guanshi Mo tried to rebel against the big tea merchant Fang family in Qianshan County, trying to help Wu Sanba take down Qianshan County. As a result, Xu Jinqi took the first step and tricked Wu Sanba's elite into the city to destroy the Fang family. The house was also confiscated. Manager Mo escaped by chance, but when he sneaked back to Nanchang, King Ning was already captured, and the eunuch Zhang Zhong was searching for the remnants of King Ning in Nanchang City, and none of Mo's family members were spared.

So Manager Mo pointed the hatred at the eunuch Zhang Zhong and encouraged the scholar He Zhimin, who was also a victim, to assassinate Zhang Zhong. Unexpectedly, Xu Jin was present at the time and accidentally saved Zhang Zhong's life. However, He Zhimin was seriously injured by a landmine and eventually died.

After the assassination failed, Manager Mo took He Zhimin's only sister He Zhier to flee south in a hurry, but was robbed on the way. Not only did he get robbed of all his belongings, but his leg was also broken. Although he was recovered and injured, he became a cripple.

A lame man and a ten-year-old girl were wandering on the streets of Guangzhou, and they could only rely on begging for a holiday. The difficulty was imagined. Fortunately, He Zhier was sensible and earned some money by doing odd jobs, so that the two of them would not starve to death on the streets.

After two years of hunger and cold life, He Zhier grew up a little and could earn more money, and the situation of the two improved slightly. Later, the two moved to Nantouzhai, Dongguan. Ma Bantou, the weapon workshop, saw that He Zhier was in a pitiful situation, so he often helped them, not only introduced Manager Mo to wash dishes in a restaurant, but also took He Zhier to the weapon field as an apprentice.
Chapter completed!