Seiwa

Meng Qinghe considers himself a kind person, although most people who have dealt with him disagree with this.

Although he has never done anything harmful to nature, and he is far away from the four words of evil, but those who are familiar with him will shudder when they see Meng's iconic gesture of putting his finger on the frame. Cool.

Meng Qinghe opposes violence, let alone speak ill of others.

Regardless of appearance, bookishness often makes people look away.

He likes to think calmly, and more than 90.00% of the objects he "thinks" will be quite tragic.

Meng Guangxiao didn't know that Meng Twelve Lang had already changed the core, and he was still happily waiting to receive the big house and land left by Meng Guangzhi at a low price.

So what if Meng Guangzhi had a reputation for generosity?So what about setting up a huge family business?When people leave the tea to cool down, and he kicks his legs, who will come out to speak for his family?Didn't the land and big house he left behind still fall into his own hands in the end?

Thinking back to the time when Meng Guangzhi became the leader of the army, he was forced to overwhelm him, but he met Tartars on the way to lead the army to serve, and died with his two sons in northern Xinjiang, Meng Guangxiao felt a bad breath.

It should be done!

Meng Liu brought out hot wine and two dishes of side dishes from the kitchen, opened the door and saw Meng Guangxiao sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, tapping his fingers on the table, shaking his head, not knowing what he was muttering .

"The head of the house," Mrs. Meng Liu put the wine and vegetables on the table, wiped her hands on the apron, and said with some hesitation, "Let's forget the matter with Twelve Lang. I advised you once when you were all relatives, so it’s always bad. How do you move around after being torn apart? You are the patriarch, and it’s not nice to be gossiped about. Besides, it’s not easy for them..."

boom!

The wine glass was smashed on the table, Meng Guangxiao's face was gloomy, Meng Liushi didn't dare to say more, no matter how much she said, she couldn't change Meng Guangxiao's mind, instead it made herself tired.In the end, I can only sigh, the family is not short of that big house with a few acres of land, but the head of the family seems to have gotten into a dead end, and will not listen to any persuasion.They were all surnamed Meng. When the sixth cousin and two nephews went to the funeral, there was a lot of gossip.Now it's like this again, if Shi Shilang's family is really driven to a dead end, can my family get it?

Meng Guangshun and Meng Guangming can do such things, but the head of the family can't!Aside from other things, Da Lang is still studying in school, how can it be good if the reputation of the elders being mean to relatives spreads?

Meng Liushi was anxious, but she couldn't persuade Meng Guangxiao to return, so she could only worry secretly.

Meng Guangxiao didn't know Meng Liu's thoughts, he sat at the table, picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, took a sip of the wine, feeling very comfortable.

The sun was setting to the west, and the jug on the table was already empty. Meng Guangxiao hiccupped and his face was flushed.

Meng Qinghai came home from school, brushed off the snowflakes on his body, and first saluted Meng Guangxiao and Meng Liushi.

"Father, mother, my son is back."

Meng Guangxiao raised his head, seeing the eldest son in a Confucian shirt and a square scarf on his head, he woke up a bit from the alcohol.

"Dalang is back?"

Mrs. Meng Liu winked at Meng Qinghai, and Dalang was the only one who could persuade him if the master's temper came up.

Meng Qinghai nodded to Mrs. Meng Liu, thought for a while, and said, "Father, the matter of Twelve Lang..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Guangxiao shook his head, "Just concentrate on studying, and don't worry about other things."

"But, dad..."

"Okay, don't say any more." Meng Guangxiao was drunk and interrupted Meng Qinghai impatiently, "That's a fool, don't worry about it."

Seeing his father's face turned down, Meng Qinghai had no choice but to shut up, picking up some words that Meng Guangxiao liked to listen to, finally made Meng Guangxiao's complexion better.

In the final analysis, he tried to persuade his father several times for his own sake, not for any brotherhood towards Meng Qinghe.If Meng Qinghe is really as his father said, then there is no need to worry too much.Furthermore, his father is the patriarch of the Meng family, and his father-in-law is the head of the village. When he went to the Zhongde Academy for the examination and entered the county school, Meng Qinghe was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed to death.

Thinking of this, the remaining trace of worry no longer exists.

Only Meng Liu's expression was still a bit worried, and he wanted to say something, but he really couldn't speak.

Aside from Meng Guangxiao and his son, Meng Qinghe also had a long talk with the Meng Wang family.

When the mother and son were talking, Meng Xu and Meng Zhang were not present. It wasn't that they couldn't trust the two sister-in-laws, it was just that Meng Qinghe didn't want to cause trouble.The Meng Wang family can trust him and support him unconditionally, but the Meng Xu family and the Meng Zhang family may not.After all, what he wants to do affects not only himself.

Facts have proved that Meng Qinghe's concerns are not superfluous.After he informed Meng Wang of his plan, Meng Wang was stunned for a cup of tea.

Twelve Lang, are you really stupid?

A good farmer doesn't do it, but he wants to join the army?After becoming a military household, how can he still take the imperial examination?All these years of reading books for nothing?Can the headed underground Youzhi still close his eyes?

A hundred years later, what face would she have to meet the ancestors of the Meng family?

"Mother, my son is not stupid, let alone confused." Meng Qinghe tried his best to slow down his voice. He also knew what kind of impact his words would have on Meng Wang's family, but he would never repeat what he had already decided. Change.

Joining the army is for himself, for the family of "Meng Qinghe", and also to cheat Meng Guangxiao by the way.

If he hadn't "dedicated himself" to this boy, he didn't know if he would become a lonely soul that wandered 600 years ago.It's fine if you can float back to modern times, but if you don't, you will be a dead end sooner or later.

Can live, no one wants to die.

Since he has obtained the "benefits" of others, he has to take considerable responsibility, regardless of whether the "benefits" are what he wants

However, it wasn't just Meng Guangxiao who made a fool out of him, he didn't even think about running away with the whole Mengjiatun.

Looking back, it can only show that Meng's digging skills have reached the pinnacle.

"Son, are you really determined to do so?"

"Mother, please trust my son this time."

Meng Qinghe gritted his teeth and knelt down in front of the Meng Wang family. From this moment on, he was no longer the Meng Qinghe of the 21st century, but an orphaned boy living in the early Ming Dynasty.

"Mother, my son has been kicked out of school a long time ago, and I'm afraid that there will be no chance of taking the exam in this life. Father and two elder brothers are gone, and the family's land is bound to be lost. Mengjiatun is not a long-term shelter. Joining the army is the only way out."

The corner of Meng Wang's mouth trembled slightly, and he raised his hand, as if he wanted to caress Meng Qinghe's head, but put it down halfway.

"Son, it's useless to be a mother, you're so tired." Meng Wang's eyes were slightly red, but she didn't shed any tears. Since the head of the family and her two sons died, her tears were almost dry.

"Mother, this is the son's decision." Meng Qinghe looked at Meng Wang with firm eyes and passionate words, "Father and elder brother died at the hands of the Tartars. Even if he can't kill the enemy with his own hands, the son will kill a few Tartars. Consolation to the souls of my father and brother in heaven!"

Meng Wang's tears were hanging in the corner of his eyes, and he seemed to think of something suddenly, "Kill the Tartars?"

"Of course!"

"Avenge your father and brother?"

"Of course!"

"Son," Meng Wang paused, with doubts in his voice, "Can you pick up our hatchet?"

"..." It seems that it can't.

The mother and son looked at each other for a moment, silent at the same time.

In the early Ming Dynasty, the soldiers were brave, and the kings who guarded the northern border had to meet with friends on the grassland every now and then, and friends on the grassland also liked to come to the border of the Ming Dynasty to be close friends and neighbors.The two sides often exchange swords and guns, and the relationship is very "close".

With Meng Qinghe's small body now, there is not much meat to pick off with a knife, and he can't even lift a hatchet. If he goes to the battlefield as cannon fodder, he will be disgusted by others.

It is not difficult for Meng Qinghe to join the army.

It is difficult to achieve something after joining the army.

Three meals a day, a private courtyard, no worries about food and clothing, not far from him.

Squeezing his arms, Meng Qinghe bowed his head, squatted down, drew circles, and remained silent.

He misses the eight-headed body and six-pack abs of the 21st century.

The old cat outside the door meowed at the right time, licked its paws and washed its face comfortably, obviously just had a full meal.

Meng Qinghe turned his head, bared his teeth at the door, and clenched his fists under the old cat's fur. It's all about human effort, what is a six-pack abs?He practiced eight yuan sooner or later!

Although, it is a bit difficult.

After a conversation, the Meng Wang family no longer obstructed Meng Qinghe's work, and the two daughters-in-law looked for opportunities to ask, but were dismissed by the Meng Wang family with a few words, "Twelve Lang has his own calculations."

Seeing that the mother-in-law's expression did not seem to be fake, Meng Xu and Meng Zhang had no choice but to give up.The mother-in-law and uncle are in charge of the family. They don't want to remarry, and they listen more and talk less about everything. Naturally, there is nothing wrong with it.

Besides, since the lobby uncle came, they always felt that my uncle had changed a lot, as if he had grown up overnight, he was no longer a half-grown child, but an out-and-out, man.