Beiyang new warlord

His eyes were full of viciousness, the old guy walked up to Mao Gou, the two bodybuilders also let go of him at this moment, stood up unhappily, Mao Gou made the old guy tremble with fear.

That really has the underworld temperament of killing people and setting fires!

But the loser does not lose the battle, after a little cowardice, Mao Gou's unconvinced temper surged up again, seven refused to accept and eight roared angrily.

"What the hell is going on, who the hell are you?"

"My mother is your father!"

Qi's nose was almost crooked, and the bearded old man slapped Maogou on the forehead angrily, making him stagger.

And there are such unreasonable curses and beatings?He was also so angry that he came up with a lot of energy, regardless of whether this old man was the leader of the scenic spot, Mao Gou tilted his head and directly pushed back with one sentence in a rough manner.

"It's your ancestor who gave me his mother back!"

Silence, the entire study room suddenly became deathly silent, not to mention the beautiful woman covering her mouth, the mean woman, the eyes of the two generals seeing dinosaurs, even the old man with long beard stared at him in astonishment. like a toad

Chapter 2. The Foolish Son of the Mao Mansion

Mao Gou's heart is like ten thousand tigers flying in the air day by day.

The left side of the face was swollen by a slap, and this is not the most important thing. In the blurry bronze mirror, a face with a pimple turban and long hair, which was not fully grown, was reflected in the eyes. It's not my old face full of acne.

Although Maogou once made a wish with God, as long as he has a little boy face that his school girl likes, he will give anything he wants, but God will take it seriously!

And that's not the only thing that confused him. The place where he lived was like a girl's show building, with two floors. Standing on the upper floor of the second floor and looking down, most of a bustling and busy island came into view.

The small building is located on a small hill in the center of the northeast corner of the island, and there is a slightly smaller wooden fortress to the southeast. Among the lush grassland and trees, a large herd of Liao horses are grazing comfortably. As a prosperous port, there are densely packed ancient sailing ships with tall and straight straight sails standing up like a forest. Near the city, there are several large military camps. A, soldiers in uniforms are wandering around.

The banners with Ming characters and Mao characters were blown by the strong wind on the top of the city. In the sunset, a kind of beauty and heroism pierced people's hearts.

Mao Gou really hoped that he was caught in a black scenic spot, but he knew very well that the coastal city he was in didn't have any tourist attractions of this scale, and even if there was such a big travel company, why didn't Mao have a single tourist What's more, what's the matter with his face, this bony body that's a size thinner but taller?

"Master, it's time to eat!"

When Maogou had one head and two big ones, a sweet voice sounded from downstairs. A sweet and lovely little girl was wearing paddy field clothes with two knotted buns on her shoulders. The food box struggled to climb up.

"I'm not in the mood to eat, and, who are you?"

"Young master, you really don't even know the maidservant anymore! The maidservant is Suyi, your housewife! The maidservant's name was given by you!"

Surprise was written all over that small melon-seeded face, and the little girl covered her mouth in astonishment and a little timidly.

"Young master, you can eat some! I will go to school with Mr. Zhao soon!"

Seeing that Maogou didn't make a sound, and was sitting cross-legged at the window again, Su Yi simply took out all the food from the plate and placed it on the table next to Maogou.

If you can't get along with anyone, don't get along with yourself. A plate of fish, a clam and egg, and a bowl of delicious rice. It's too hot at noon, so I went swimming in the sea without eating. It's already evening, and my stomach grumbled twice. Turning around, Maogou unceremoniously shook off his cheeks, and wolfed down the rice into his mouth.

Seeing Maogou eating well, Su Yi's happy and angry little face also showed a smile.

In 5 minutes, two bowls of rice, a pot of watery eggs, and half a fish were eaten, and he burped. Just as Mao Gou was about to get the third bowl of rice, he suddenly noticed Su Yi's big watery eyes He also stared straight at the dishes, swallowing a few times in his delicate throat.

"Sit down and eat together?"

"Ah? Young master, you eat, the servant girl can't eat with you!"

It was really an evil feudal era, if Maogou said a word, the girl immediately stood up in fright and bowed her head, twisted her hands together, and shook her head timidly.

Unexpectedly, one sentence would scare the chick like this, Maogou couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and immediately slapped the table: "I told you to sit down, so you sit down, why are there so many nonsense!"

"Ah! Yes, the servant girl obeyed!"

Evil feudal society ah!If it was yesterday, Mao Gou would not have asked such a watery girl to have dinner with him, even the hammer-level "factory flower" of their factory would have been useless, but now with just a few words, Su Yi would sit beside him with a trembling little butt , the small hand was forcibly stuffed into the chopsticks, and it was taken advantage of casually, and there was a piece of steamed fish that had been picked up by the hairy dog.

"Don't want a bowl of rice?"

Seeing that she only ate vegetables, fearing that she would be too salty, Mao Gou simply used a porcelain bowl to fill a bowl of rice and stuffed it.

Who knew that this time, the chick was frightened again, she repeatedly waved her hands and refused: "Master, you can eat this, the master bought it from Hangzhou on purpose, the status of the servant girl is low, she is not worthy of eating this polished rice!"

What kind of world is this, rice has become a treasure?While drinking tea in one gulp, Mogou asked impatiently.

"By the way, tell me, what year is it now, me, where is this? And what does my father do?"

There is a Ming character hanging on the outer city wall. It should be the Ming Dynasty at this time, but he really doesn’t know which general is Mao, and Su Yi’s tone is quite far from Hangzhou, so here should be It is a port in the north. The Ming Dynasty is said to be the dynasty most similar to the life of later generations. It is not unacceptable to be a general son here.

"Master, are you joking?"

The small mouth opened into an O shape, but thinking that Mao Gou had forgotten even herself, Su Yi suddenly lowered her head.

"Master Hui, it's the second year of Chongzhen. This is Phi Island. Our master is Zuo Dudu, the former general who sought captives, and the chief officer of Dongjiang Town, Master Mao Wenlong Mao!"

Mentioning this, Su Yi was obviously very proud, and her little head was still raised, who knew that she hadn't finished speaking, only heard a puff.

The tea that he rinsed his mouth was sprayed all over the floor by Mao Gou, his eyes were straightened, he stared at Su Yi in disbelief, his face was full of sadness, and he asked aggrievedly.

"You said my father is Mao Wenlong from Dongjiang Town?"

"Master, it's disrespectful to call the master by his first name!"

Shyly making a distinction, Su Yi proudly stretched Bai Shengsheng's little hand out of the window, pointing downward.

"Master, have you really forgotten? The ancestral hall next to our small building is enshrining the Shangfang sword that His Majesty bestowed on our master!"

It's a pity, even though she was chattering with joy, Mao Gou's eyes were still staring, and he slumped down on the recliner sadly.

God really cheated him!He met the one-in-a-million crossing quota, not the prosperous and prosperous Renxuan rule, nor the dreamlike Wanli Zhongxing, but it happened to come to such a war-torn Chongzhen period, and the entire population of China lost more than half of the population. The eve of the catastrophe!And it's Phi Island!The forefront of the confrontation with Houjin Jiannu!

Not to mention, Mao Wenlong is actually his father!This person can be regarded as a capable person, the originator of guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines in the Ming Dynasty, and he can be regarded as leaving a strong mark in history, but he is a tragic figure. Yuan Chonghuan, the tail of the famous Liaodong Three Heroes, took him as the first Liaodong governor Slashed and decapitated.

In the future, Dongjiang Town will fall, Pidao will be massacred by Jurchen, and North Korea will fall to Houjin. This is all a story. I don’t know when Yuan Chonghuan’s machete will cut off his head. If Mao Wenlong kicks his legs and farts, the nest will be over An has no eggs, and he has to kick his legs and braids when he follows.

In the morning, I was happily waiting for a regular salary increase, and at night, the knife rested on my neck. The ups and downs of this life are really confusing. Uncle Ge collapsed on the recliner, his hairy head was like a paste, and turned over. Looking at the sky with blank eyes, he didn't want to say anything or think about anything for a while.

Trouble!

"Master, you still need to study with Mr. Zhao later!"

After tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, Su Yi's small mouth rang in his ears like the little secretary, but unfortunately, Mao Gou rolled his eyes and didn't even move.

The troubles don't stop there, people have no intention of hurting a tiger, but a tiger has the intention to kill!It was still the same study room during the day, Mao Wenlong, an old man with long beard, was still gloomy, writing some documents there, but at this time the two tiger-faced generals had disappeared.

While sighing, a pair of pale hands suddenly appeared from behind him.

It's no wonder that during the day I saw that sarcastic girl being favored, she would indeed please men, a cup of hot sesame paste was placed on the table with a fragrant aroma, and then Mao Wenlong, who was still in a hurry, squeezed his shoulders with just the right amount of strength. , seemed to have relaxed for a moment, closed his eyes comfortably, and leaned on the back of the chair.

"My lord, what's the matter these days? You, who are sighing, have aged a lot, and have grown a lot of gray hair! You have no time to spend with my concubine!"