After a few simple bites of food, Wang Tong put on his filial piety uniform and knelt on the edge of the spiritual desk. The filial son here thanked the guests for their worship. This rule has been like this in ancient and modern times.

The welcome guests at the door sang loudly, and guests came in to pay homage. Wang Tong knelt on the straw mat with a blank expression on his face and kowtowed and returned the gift. Without the money left by his father, how long can he live without this courtyard? Could he go to the blacksmith shop? But if the other party wants to seize his own property, will he still let himself wander outside and be a disaster?

The sadness of his father's passing was overwhelmed by fear and worry. At this time, the disaster was coming. What Wang Tong thought about was how to avoid it and how to survive.

The Jinyiwei is majestic and domineering, but Wang Li is still a loyal person. He never bullies others on this street. Instead, he often helps everyone with his best ability. Wang Tong does not cause trouble by being naughty.

The father and son have a good reputation on this street, so Wang Li died of illness and opened a mourning hall. The neighbors who came first were all neighbors. Those who came in to worship all sighed and comforted him. They didn't care much about Wang Tong's absent-minded appearance. Although Wang Tong was old, he was a child after all. When encountering such a thing, he was inevitably confused.

Not long after, no neighbors came, because Wang Li's colleagues in the Jinyiwei were about to arrive. Wang Li was a loyal and kind person, but he didn't dare to say anything else, so he should avoid it earlier.

"The commander of Jinyi's personal army, Tian Rong, Haotian, Baihu, and Liu Xinyong, the chief bannerman, came to worship with a group of fans!!"

The person who called this funeral is just a rough man in the market. It is rare to say such literary official words, but there is a bit of tremolo in his voice, which I think is very frightened.

At this time, the mourning hall was empty, and the two men responsible for taking care of the mourning hall led the guests hid, "The people are pigs and sheep, and the brocade clothes are tigers and wolves" is not in vain.

With the sound of dense footsteps, the crowd had already walked into the mourning hall. Although the Wang family's house was old, it was bought by a wealthy family back then. The halls and courtyards were very spacious, and so many people came in were not too crowded.

Tian Ronghao, the name Wang Tong had heard of his father. It was his father Wang Li's immediate boss. As soon as someone entered the door, he didn't care about looking at it and said in a stern voice:

"Thank you uncles for your concern."

Then he kowtowed and returned the gift. Tian Ronghao was a strong man with a black face, with a small beard on his face and a smart look. When he entered the door from outside, he was a Shangguan worshiping him. The yard was empty and no one greeted him, which made him feel a little unhappy. However, he was also a little moved when he saw the spirit card in front of him. He stepped forward and put on an incense stick, sighed and said to the person behind him:

"Wang Li is a loyal and honest man, what a pity."

There was a voice behind him. When Wang Tong heard their evaluation of his father, tears flowed out involuntarily. However, Tian Baihu's attention turned to him and said:

"You are Wang Tong, what kind of business you are doing now?"

The Jinyiwei already has the function of intelligence detection, so it is not surprising that Tian Baihu can say this. Wang Tong raised his head and said respectfully:

"Sir, Wang Tong is thirteen years old this year and has no business."

Wang Tong's response was so decent that Tian Baihu admired it very much. He was shocked when he heard the words "Thirteen years old" and couldn't help but say:

"So big, like an adult."

However, when Wang Tong looked up, he saw a group of people behind Tian Ronghao. He couldn't help but feel shocked. The two people he met on the road were in the queue. It turned out that the "Liu Head" was Liu Xinyong, the chief bannerman, following the burly man next to Liu Xinyong.

There were more than a dozen Jinyiwei people who came with him, some of whom looked indifferent, and some were a little sad, but these two people could not see the worship of the sacrifice at all. They were whispering and looking around. This look seemed familiar. In modern times, real estate agencies evaluated the value of a house.

The hundred households came this time just to fulfill their boss's heart. He had no interest in staying here, so he turned to his subordinates and said:

"You can also keep a stick of incense, and if you have money on you, give it to someone..."

The crowd said nodded and stepped forward one by one. Wang Tong hesitated for a moment, kowtowed and returned the gift according to the rules, and his forehead kept touching the straw mat, but his mind was turned on.

Wang Li's wife died early, and the child Wang Tong was precocious again. Some jokes and stories about the Jinyiwei Department often went home to listen to stories for his son. Wang Tong often had a few brainless opinions that made him laugh. This was also a happy time for the father and son.

These unwarm stories clearly appeared in Wang Tong's mind, usurping the property and driving the orphans and widows out of the house. There are also stories like this, but the next one is either the orphans and widows retaliate against the case, or the people who usurped the property started to eradicate the roots.

If you act unscrupulously with the Jinyiwei, if you want to seize the property of your deceased colleagues, you will definitely be more ruthless in your work and you will inevitably be silenced.

Wang Tong looked up at Liu Xinyong and the people around him. Their faces were greedy and they even confirmed their thoughts.

When he was thinking about it, Tian Ronghao and his group finished worshiping and burning incense, nodded at him, turned around and left, and were about to walk out of the main hall, Wang Tong reacted and shouted loudly:

"Please stay, Lord Tian, ​​please leave. My deceased father has something to return to him!!"

Tian Ronghao of Baitu turned around in shock. Wang Tong stood up quickly without caring about the filial piety clothes and said quickly:

"I was just in a daze and almost forgot about this matter. Please wait a moment."

Tian Ronghao was stunned. He had no friendship with Wang Li, so how could there be something to pay back? Liu Xinyong and his companions looked at each other and were a little surprised. If it were the old family of Baihu, it would be difficult to start the matter of seizure, but I had never heard of it before, just look at it.

Wang Tong hurried back to the bedroom, opened the secret wall under his father's bed, pulled out a small wooden box, took out the key from his body and opened it, revealing the neatly scribbled gold bars and the musket placed on the top.

After taking a look at the short musket, Wang Tong quickly threw the musket and a few gold bars into the secret compartment, picked up the box and turned around and ran towards the main hall.

In this era, the Jinyiwei is an existence above the law. If you want to protect yourself and live better, becoming one of the Jinyiwei is the best way.

When Wang Tong ran back to the mourning hall quickly, Tian Ronghao's face had an impatient look, thinking that this child was not serious, so he talked nonsense. If it weren't for the mourning hall, he would have turned around and left long ago.

Wang Tong held the box and respectfully came to Tian Baihu respectfully and whispered:

"Mr. Tian, ​​my father confessed to me at the end of his life. I thought I would send it to the mansion in the past few days, but my family's affairs were busy and delayed..."

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Chapter completed!