The little girl is a little angry. These bastards are putting themselves on the fire.
But she also understands that these bastards have a deep brotherhood.
He has been stirring horses and spoons in the same pot for many years, and no one can bear to see the end of the grinding table. The only person who can save him now is himself.
After all, they are the master's domestic slaves first, and his subordinates second.
No matter how big the trouble the domestic slave causes, it is a family matter. It is natural for him to decide the family matter.
This matter is not trivial. She glanced at the master secretly, as if she was spying on his intentions. He saw the entanglement in the master's eyes. Intellectually, the master did not want to bend the law for personal gain, but he was emotionally unable to cope with it.
Lin Yueru was also very confused. She had already begged for mercy before.
She doesn't have a deep friendship with Mo Zuo, so she can be considered worthy of him. Now, only the master and his wife are qualified to handle this matter. It depends on what they want to do.
Xiao Niangpi is actually very kind to the people around her. She is a hard-working person who never complains. She is often used to keep her feet off the floor at home, and she is very slow when doing things.
In particular, the Bai Ji Mo baked by Mo Table and the Rouji Mo are delicious. The donkey meat is also cooked very well. He is very good at killing donkeys. If he really cut down Mo Table, it would be really unbearable.
"Master, the table grinder is a domestic slave. According to the rules, I should be the one to practice the family law. This is a matter of course and no one can argue with it. Do you agree?"
Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, this was my mother's decision.
He understands the concerns of the little girl. This is not a trivial matter, and it is easy for him to have opinions about her. She does not dare to interfere in the affairs of the army. But if she doesn't care, Mo Table will definitely be in trouble.
"What you handle is reasonable and legal, and no one can say anything. But this is a military matter, and it also involves the seriousness of military law. How do you plan to deal with him?" Yang Fan asked.
This matter has been handled lightly and the authority of military law has disappeared. From now on, when everyone sees that the cost of breaking the law is so low, they will all try to figure out what to do.
Yang Fan sighed and said: "These bastards are always thieves. If you want to take care of them, I won't stop you, but at least make them afraid so that they won't dare to do it again in the future."
Xiao Niangpi let out a sigh of relief, she made the right bet.
The master doesn't want to kill Mo Zhu, but he doesn't want to undermine the authority of military law.
Because in this troubled world, the military is the foundation of the Yang family.
"Master, please leave this matter to me. I will ensure that Mo Zhuizhi is obedient. He will not dare to do it if he is frightened to death. If he does such a stupid thing again, no one else will dare to imitate him."
Mo Zuo was detained by the gendarmerie after he came back from revenge.
The regiment was full of old subordinates, so he was not handcuffed or shackled. But everyone knew that the regiment leader had committed the grave crime of beheading. He secretly dragged the troops out to do private work, and then encouraged more than 300 people to defect.
To kill a whole family of second-grade civil servants, not even the master would do it.
It is certain to alert the emperor. Maybe Jin Yiwei and Dongchang will intervene. The trouble will be big.
Three days later, in the early morning, Mo Zui opened his eyes. It was dawn, and a ray of light came in from the gap in the wall of the confinement room. Countless dust danced in the light.
He sat up, straightened his clothes, and looked calm.
He knew the consequences of his impulsiveness, but he did not regret it and felt very calm at this moment.
At this time, the door opened. Army Supervisor Li Ningguo, regimental deputy Zhao Ting, and gendarmerie captain Hou Xian stood outside the door with serious faces. Mo Zui knew that his time had come. It should be that the master's telegram had arrived.
He had no objection to the master's decision.
Compassion does not command troops, this is what the master has repeatedly warned these officers.
The army is a violent institution that tolerates no mercy or weakness. When it was his turn, he accepted it calmly.
Outside the door, all the officers and soldiers of the regiment stood at attention on the playground of the camp, with their heads lowered, to see him off for the last journey.
Second Lieutenant He Jingjing, leader of the telecommunications team, and two female soldiers from the telecommunications team brought him a large plate of pork head meat and a plate of beef with soy sauce.
Mo Zhui grinned and said: "What are you doing like this? Just do whatever you have to do. What a big deal. In twenty years, I will still be a man."
Many subordinates who had received his kindness cried softly.
"Okay, no more." A woman's loud voice came over.
Huang Daya, who had a voluptuous face and a voluptuous face, appeared behind everyone. Behind her was a group of female soldiers. They were all big and round, with voluptuous faces. They were all a group of fierce shrews.
She took a train to Zhangjiakou and then a steam truck. She didn't sleep well for two days and two nights.
Everyone knows that these people are members of the female soldiers in the master's house. The female soldiers are under the control of the wife. This is the only army in the hands of the wife.
Obviously, the lady took over the matter.
Everyone understands that Mo Zhui is first and foremost a domestic slave of the Yang family, and his crimes are family affairs. His wife has absolute rights to deal with him. It seems that today's matter, the master has left it to his wife to handle.
Mo Zhui grinned and said, "Thank you, eldest sister, for coming to see me off in person. You love me the most."
Huang Daya scolded with a straight face: "Even the last meal won't stop your mouth. Eat quickly and get on your way after eating. My wife is still waiting for a reply."
There are a dozen shackled death row prisoners behind them, also waiting to be executed. These are all criminals sentenced to death in Dongsheng City. The Yang family has many slaves, and there are also many criminals, and a large number of them are shot every year.
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These people were also given meat-stuffed buns, so they didn't get the same treatment as the others.
Mo Zui suddenly got angry and said: "Where's the wine? I have to give you a sip of wine at the last meal."
Huang Daya scolded: "You still want to drink, why don't you choke to death, you piece of shit."
As she spoke, she took out a bottle of wine from her arms. It was a glass bottle of Wuliangye given to her by her master during the Spring Festival last year. She had never been willing to drink it. Her father, who owned a slaughterhouse, shamelessly asked for several bottles of wine from her.
Never gave it to him.
Mo Desi's eyes were a little moist. These people are all old people in the house. Especially Huang Daya, who has a sharp mouth and a soft heart. This bottle of wine was hard-won. It must have been a reward for meritorious service. The master was willing to give it to him.
The first one drinks.
Mo Zuo said nothing, unscrewed the bottle, drank it all in one breath.
The 53-degree high-altitude white wine hit him instantly, and his face turned as red as a monkey's butt. He grabbed a handful of beef and pork head slices, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them, and swallowed them.
"Let's go, thank you all, brothers, for giving me a ride." After saying that, he didn't waste any time and walked directly to the execution ground.
The execution ground is located under the earthen dam of the shooting range, because the earthen dam can block shooting bullets.
Mo Zuo knelt down and closed his eyes.
He could hear the other eleven death row inmates kneeling next to him one after another, forming a row.
Many prisoners on death row were so frightened that they peed and urinated. They were trapped in their trousers and supported their chins with crosses. Many of them were sobbing. Some were as limp as mud.
