Nolan Meng's Timeless Tales Chapter 4

Meng Guangxiao passed out in Nolan Meng's home. He was alive and well, but he never woke up.

At ten o'clock in the evening, his two sons finally came to the door. Meng Qinghai was in front and Meng Qingjiang was behind. Seeing Meng Guangxiao unconscious, the two brothers looked anxious. Meng Qinghai was still able to control himself and leaned over to check on Meng Guangxiao's condition. His expression changed slightly in an instant, but Meng Qingjiang didn't think so much. His eyes widened and he raised his fist to punch Nolan Meng with a smile on his face.

Meng Qingjiang was extremely strong, and his fist, which was used to doing farm work, hit him. It seemed to be carrying the wind of the punch and narrowly missed the tip of Nolan Meng's nose.

Nolan Meng was "apologising" and sincerely reflecting on his "mistakes". He didn't want a fist flying in his face, so he quickly took two steps back. Although he had no intention of taking the imperial examination, he had to save his face. With the medical conditions of this era, a broken nose is a big problem. Leaving aside issues like tetanus for the time being, what's going on with a crooked nose? If you don't plan to find a wife, you can't lose your appearance.

"Silang." Meng Qinghai said in a deep voice; "Stop!"

"Brother!"

Meng Qingjiang's eyes were red. He didn't like studying since he was a child, and he didn't have a bright mind. He followed the instructions of his father and brother in everything he did. Meng Qinghai opened his mouth, but no matter how unwilling he was, he could only retract his fist bitterly.

Nolan Meng looked like he was wronged but unable to argue, and his expression was a bit stubborn. Leaving aside the unconscious Meng Guangxiao, if he didn't know the inside story, he would probably think that the Meng Qinghai brothers were bullying him.

Meng Qingjiang became even more angry, and Meng Qinghai tightened his lips. Nolan Meng felt "aggrieved", but he had other plans in his heart.

In my impression, Meng Qingjiang is a very homogeneous person, speaking and acting completely different from Meng Guangxiao and Meng Qinghai. At best, he is blunt and impulsive; at worst, he is brainless.

The only saving grace is that he looks good.

He is tall and muscular, with strong features and a loud voice. Such a physique and appearance made Nolan Meng very envious. If he was born with this physique, he wouldn't have to miss the six-pack abs of the 21st century.

However, God's will plays tricks on people, and there are no absolutes. God cannot make everything go as he wants.

Compared with Meng Silang's body and Meng Twelve's head, Nolan Meng is still willing to choose the latter.

Unlike Meng Qingjiang, Meng Qinghai had a gentle appearance.

He is of medium height, wearing a Confucian shirt, his hair is meticulously combed, his appearance is upright, his eyes are clear, and he has a scholarly air in his actions. If there were no memories left in his mind, Nolan Meng would have a pretty good impression of him.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in everything.

"Twelve Lang, why is my father like this?" Meng Qinghai looked at the innocent-looking Nolan Meng, "If Twelve Lang can't give an explanation, I will ask the village chief and the elder Li Zhong to make a decision."

The Ming Dynasty emphasized the six ethical principles, the first of which was "filial piety to parents and respect for superiors." Being unfilial and disrespectful will often lead to shame.

Meng Guangxiao was Nolan Meng's cousin and the patriarch of a clan. Once Nolan Meng was accused of disrespecting his elders, he would be reprimanded in the least serious case, and even beaten in the ancestral hall. At that time, the so-called Meng Guangxiao used his power to bully others, and Meng Twelve Lang was forced to have no choice but to bear such a big hat.

In the past, Meng Qinghai might not have been so direct. But with the college entrance examination coming up and there are still rumors in the school, he may not be as calm as he seems.

So what if the county schools tutors are favored? Scholars value their reputation. Once it is stained, it cannot be washed away in a lifetime, even if it involves family members.

Nolan Meng didn't say anything. Meng Qinghai wanted to ask again, but Prince Meng suddenly walked out of the inner room. Before he got close, he was sobbing loudly.

"Don't blame my son, Mr. Brother, my son's life is miserable!"

Meng Guangxiao was the elder of Nolan Meng, and Ivy Meng was also the elder of Meng Qinghai and Meng Qingjiang. They also shouldered the identity of a widow. With her present, it would be difficult for Meng Qinghai to speak out his questions.

Mrs. Meng kept saying three words about the suffering of life and five words about her deceased husband. She occasionally cried twice about her dead son. The two daughters-in-law who were advising her could not help but cover their faces and sob.

The sound of crying spread throughout the room, and everyone who heard it looked sideways.

Meng Chongjiu, the only one in Mengjiatun who knew some medical skills, happened to be invited over by Meng Jiulang's eldest daughter, and Cun Jin was in time to see this scene.

Looking at Meng Guangxiao lying on the board, and then at Ivy Meng and her two daughters-in-law who were crying sadly, he almost thought that after Meng Laoliu, Lao Meng's family would also have a funeral.

"What's going on?"

"Nine Uncle."

Nolan Meng and his brothers Meng Qinghai saluted together. Nolan Meng was dressed in linen and had a disheveled face. Before Meng Qinghai and Meng Qingjiang could speak, he took the lead and said, "Nine uncles, it's all Nolan Meng's fault."

"oh?"

While Meng Chongjiu took Meng Guangxiao's pulse, he looked at Meng Qing and the others with his eyes.

"Uncle Datang doesn't want Qing He to join the army. He has good intentions, and Qing He is grateful, but he must not obey him. The hatred of killing relatives is irreconcilable, how can he not avenge it! The words may be fierce, but the result..." He said , Nolan Meng's eyes turned red, "Uncle, if there is an emergency, Nolan Meng is willing to be punished!"

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with this statement. On the contrary, it makes people lament that it is difficult for an innocent heart.

If you think about it carefully, that's not the case.

Meng Guangxiao was just angry and angry for a while, and his mind was filled with phlegm. Nolan Meng's words sounded like he was not going to die soon. Wasn't this a clear curse to kill him?

Meng Qingjiang didn't notice that Meng Qinghai's face turned blue, but he couldn't get angry due to the presence of Meng Chongjiu and Ivy Meng.

I don't know if she figured out the meaning of her son's words, but Mrs. Meng's crying suddenly became louder. When the two daughters-in-law saw their mother-in-law crying so hard, they even competed to see who had the loudest voice. Even if you don't understand the key point, seeing Meng Qinghai's increasingly ugly expression is still worth it!

Now, they have completely seen the faces of the Meng clan.

The leader of the Meng clan?

Pooh!

My cousin?

Bah again!

The humble and studious Meng Dalang?

Keep going!

After he finished bahting, he continued to cry.

They were widows anyway, so it didn't matter if they cried a few more times.

Meng Chongjiu let go of Meng Guangxiao's wrist and pressed his forehead hard. Seeing that Meng Guangxiao's nose was twitching but he still closed his eyes tightly and showed no sign of waking up, he knew what was going on.

On the twenty-seventh day of Hongwu, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty established the old man system. The elected old men were all virtuous, knowledgeable and respected people. Their duty is not only to supervise the farming and disseminate the laws of the six ethics, but also have some minor judicial powers to resolve some disputes.

As one of them, Meng Chongjiu's knowledge and behavior are naturally different. He had seen everything going on in the Meng family. Meng Guangxiao, Meng Guangshun and others were plotting to seize Meng Guangzhi's family property. He also knew that he did not come forward due to various considerations.

Meng Guangzhi's family has declined, and Twelve Lang does not seem to be able to support his family. It may not be a good thing to leave dozens of acres of land in his hands to attract people's attention.

But Meng Chongjiu didn't expect that Meng Guangxiao would be so capable and actually force Twelve Lang to surrender to the army. Visiting Twelve Lang's house today gave him new ideas.

Meng Guangzhi's team may not really be in decline, and Meng Qinghai may not really have a bright future.

Twelve Lang wanted to surrender to the army, but Meng Chongjiu was not so anxious compared to his three sons who were impatient. Speaking of relatives, my own branch has already been married to Meng Guangzhi for five years. As long as the men in Meng Guangxiao and others' families are still alive, it will not be the turn of his children and grandchildren to supplement their military status.

Meng Chong was over seventy years old. He had experienced the war at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and had lived through difficult times. He was naturally crueler and more knowledgeable than ordinary people.

A young man of twelve years who is not as young as a weak champion can have such thoughts and such fierceness. Once he seizes the opportunity, he may not be able to accomplish something.

"Uncle Ninth?"

Nolan Meng was not afraid of Meng Guangxiao, nor Meng Qinghai brothers. In his opinion, it would only take a matter of minutes to bury the father and son in the pit, but the ninth uncle in front of him gave him a sudden shock.

"Nolan Meng" had met Meng Chongjiu, and the impression left in his memory was far less profound than the current one.

It was as if the old man had seen through him and the thoughts hidden in his mind.

For a moment, Nolan Meng's scalp went numb. He trusted his instincts, and because of his belief, his expression became more solemn than ever.

Don't underestimate anyone, especially if you are not sure whether the other person is friend or foe.

Meng Chongjiu stood up and wiped his hands. He did not reveal that Meng Guangxiao was pretending to be unconscious. He only told Brother Meng Qinghai that he was fine and that he would be fine after taking him home and taking a nap. Meng Guangxiao pretended to be unconscious, but he did have signs of anger attacking his heart before. As for how he got angry, Meng Chongjiu could guess to some extent without asking.

Twelve Lang is indeed not simple.

Dalang is also thoughtful, but a little less enthusiastic than Twelve Lang.

Meng Qinghai was unwilling to give up and wanted to say something else, but Meng Qingjiang was in a hurry to take his father home, "There's no rush now, I'll wait to deal with that little beast later!"

After saying that, he picked up Meng Guangxiao and left.

With a filial heart, he didn't realize that he had ruined his brother's "important matter", nor did he notice that his father's hand on his shoulder suddenly gained strength.

Looking at Meng Qingjiang, who was furious, and Meng Qinghai, whose back was filled with black air, Nolan Meng told himself not to laugh, absolutely not to laugh.

"Twelve Lang."

With a cough, Nolan Meng turned around with a calm expression and bowed his hands, "Uncle Ninth, I've worked hard for you today."

There is no filial piety in the family yet, so it is always a bit taboo to invite people to visit at this time. Meng Chongjiu was invited to come today. He originally had other plans, but when he met in person, all his previous thoughts were thrown away. It's unwise to play tricks in front of this old man, so it's better to be cautious.

Nolan Meng is confident but not arrogant, cautious but not timid. This is the basis for his success.

"Twelve Master," Meng Chongjiu stood by the door, his long beard fluttering in the wind, "Do you want to join the army?"

"Back to Uncle Nine, that's right."

"Yes." Meng Chongjiu nodded, "I can still talk to the county chief registrar, and I may be able to help you a little."

"Nolan Meng Xiejiu uncle!"

"Wait a minute." Meng Chongjiu raised his hand, "To help you join the army, you need to promise me something."

Nolan Meng raised his head and did not rush to answer or refuse immediately. He just looked at Meng Chongjiu with a respectful expression.

"Please give me some advice, Beckett Uncle."

"Don't worry, I will let you know when things are done." Meng Chongjiu suddenly changed his serious expression, "Don't worry, Uncle Nine will not let you do anything you can't do."

"Yes." Nolan Meng agreed happily this time. There was someone in the yamen who was easy to handle and could save some trouble. Why not?

What's more, when he joined the army, he not only cheated Meng Guangxiao's family, but also almost everyone named Meng. Not to mention being besieged on all sides, his popularity among his own clan would definitely not be good in the future. Being able to find an "ally" to spread the firepower is by no means a bad thing.

Even if Meng Chongjiu really wants to embarrass himself, he will always find a way to deal with it when the problem comes.

It is true that a penny can stump a hero, but Nolan Meng never thinks of himself as a hero.

If we dont have copper coins, dont we still have treasure notes?

The old man and the young man looked at each other for a moment and grinned at the same time. There seems to be a tail wagging behind you.

The next day, Meng Chongjiu got on an ox cart and headed to the county seat. As he approached the city gate, a group of knights galloped past.

Wearing scarlet mandarin duck war coats, long swords with black scabbards, and bows and arrows shining with cold light, the knights all held reins in one hand and raised whips in the other. Wherever the horses' hooves passed, there was only smoke and dust.

The leader was dressed in a blue military attache uniform. At a quick glance, his facial features could not be seen clearly, but the heroic aura throughout his body was just like a blade cutting through him.

Meng Chongjiu hurriedly drove the bullock cart to the side of the road. He waited until the smoke and dust rolled up by the horses' hooves had gone away, then he let out a sigh and said to himself: "It's such a heavy evil spirit."