Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Now that Mu Ming has fallen and is locked up in jail, this old geezer has gotten excited and is blocking his door every day.

It's gotten to the point that he doesn't use the main entrance anymore when he goes out. Even when he brings some kids back through the main entrance, there's never a moment of peace.

Every three sentences he spoke revolved around how filial Mu Ping had been back then, how good he had been to Mu Ping, and how he had stood up against all opposition to prevent Mu An from being ostracized by the Mu family.

Do you really think he's stupid and won't be ostracized? What a joke!

This old geezer despised him the most, believing that he, as an "illegitimate son," did not deserve to live in this world.

If he weren't Mu Ping's biological father, Mu An would have kicked him away long ago.

Can't you talk to me nicely? You make a scene every day, every single day. Do you really think Mu An has a good temper?

Jun Cheng'an is being pretentious. The power struggle in the court is over, and Jun Yunhua has no chance of turning things around. What's the point of keeping Mu Ming locked up like this?

Either send him back to live as an ordinary person, or just kill him. Why make such a fuss!

"I'm a bit tired today. If any of the elders have something to discuss, we can talk about it another time."

Wang Le, see the guests out!

After saying that, Mu An didn't even look at the old men's sullen faces. He waved his hand, and several soldiers rushed up and "politely" "invited" the elders out.

Surrounded by a group of menacing soldiers, the clan elders dared not do anything but resort to dishonest tactics.

Why would he insult Mu An in front of these soldiers?

They're not stupid; they know they only have one life.

Mu An might care about his reputation, but these soldiers wouldn't. If they were really killed, they wouldn't even have a place to cry out for justice.

Compared to the lives of these peasants, theirs are far more precious!

Mu An didn't concern himself with the aftermath. He knew his chief strategist would resolve all the issues without leaving him with any bad reputation.

Wang Le has always been sensible; he can understand what someone means without even needing to look at them.

It wasn't excessive, but it wasn't too much either. After all, he was Mu Ping's biological father, so he couldn't really be beaten to death.

But it's still possible to find some things for a few old men to do and let them rest at home for a while.

He had already repaid the debts owed to the Mu family two years ago. If these old men still don't know what's good for them, they shouldn't blame him for bullying the old and weak.

……

Dinner went fairly well. Mu An knew that the children would get nervous if she sat there, so she simply didn't join them. After saying a few words, she went to sit in the courtyard and drink by herself.

After drinking for a short while, Wang Le had finished his business and reported the general course of events to him.

"I trust you to handle things. Come on, have a couple of drinks with me."

Wang Le didn't refuse and sat down directly opposite Mu An.

He knew Mu An's personality well; he would say different things and do different things in different situations.

When drinking, one must maintain a proper hierarchy, otherwise Mu An will feel uncomfortable. The point is to pretend that everyone is a good brother.

Not only should you not refuse, but you should also be generous and make some appropriate jokes to satisfy Mu An's consideration for his subordinates.

This is Wang Le's carefully summarized way of being an official. With the completion of "The Sayings of Lord Mu, Third Edition", Wang Le felt that he had already returned to the essence of simplicity!

Putting everything else aside, even his colleagues in Qishan Village have recently started asking him about the price of books!

Wang Le's ability to rise through the ranks was fundamentally due to his deep understanding of Lord Mu's every word and action and his precise grasp of every task that needed to be done.

"Little Ling'er is growing up. Letting her play around every day is both a good thing and a bad thing. She still needs to learn something. Do you have any suggestions?"

Before Mu An had even finished asking the question, and while Mu An was taking a sip of wine, Wang Le had already figured out three core points.

Firstly, Lord Mu has the idea of ​​raising Mu Ling'er as his successor.

Secondly, Lord Mu does not object to Mu Ling'er forming cliques and mingling on the streets; he may even support her actions. However, he also believes that a good successor should possess certain talents and learning.

Thirdly, based on Lord Mu's consistent style, the teacher who teaches Mu Ling'er must be obedient, open-minded, not stubborn, preferably not too rule-abiding, and must also be in line with Mu Ling'er's own wishes.

Wang Le quickly eliminated all the old scholars from Lingzhou.

Although those old scholars have great reputations, they all rigidly adhere to the rules, and such people certainly do not meet Lord Mu's requirements.

Rules are for those below you, but when it comes to someone of Lord Mu's level, the very words he speaks become the rules.

Finally, Wang Le had a flash of inspiration and thought of a middle-aged scholar who had only settled in Qing'an County last year.

"A scholar surnamed Zhuang has come to Xifang Street. He is quite talented, acts without regard for trivial matters, and has a chivalrous spirit. Perhaps we could let him give it a try."

"Alright, do as you say. Bring this gentleman over within seven days."

……

The day after Mu Ling'er got into a street fight.

As dawn broke, a row of people were already kneeling neatly outside the Mu residence.

Under Xiao He's unfriendly gaze, Mu An, with a dark face, ushered all the familiar faces into the house.

What do these numbers mean?

They've even gone so far as to plead guilty with a bundle of thorns on their backs?

Still half asleep, Mu Ling'er was led by Xiao Lü to the front yard.

The moment she stepped inside, Xiao He's murderous gaze swept over her face, causing Mu Ling'er to instinctively shudder, her drowsiness instantly vanishing.

Tiny Mu Ling'er hid behind Xiao Lü, looking at Mu An with pleading eyes.

"cough--"

"You guys are making a big deal out of nothing, it's just a fight!"

In the front courtyard of the Mu residence, a centurion and five centurions from the Anshan Patrol Office were standing before a pitiful-looking boy, who was holding a spiked stick, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

Mu An sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation; he truly hadn't expected such a charade to unfold.

He raised his hand and snapped the sticks in the hands of the six men, then made the boys stand up.

Their elderly father behind them wanted to slap them, but Mu An glared at him, and they all stood up straight.

Mu An could understand these people's thoughts. It was already quite an achievement that he didn't go crazy on the spot when he suddenly heard that his son had beaten up his boss's daughter.

After all, in this era, human life isn't that valuable. They don't know Mu Ling'er, and they don't know how Mu Ling'er would describe this to Mu An.

Carrying thorns on their backs to apologize was probably the best way they could think of.

He looked sympathetically at the boys who could barely stand. He knew without a doubt that these kids had already been beaten up before they came here.

"Alright, let's just let this go. Just be more careful in the future."

As if remembering something, Mu An paused, looking at the pitiful-looking boys, and turned to look at Xiao He.

"Xiaohe, go and get some medicine for sprains and bruises for them to take back. It's nothing serious."

After the chaotic crowd dispersed, Mu An shrugged at Mu Ling'er, who looked utterly dejected.

The little guy was clutching the hem of his clothes, standing there with his head down in front of him.

"It seems like the plan to send them back is doomed. I'll talk to Xiaohe. You go back and have breakfast. Don't be discouraged."

He gently rubbed Mu Ling'er's face, feeling a surge of emotion.

"This little girl has missed out on so much fun at such a young age. Now that's great, she won't have to fight anymore. Everywhere she goes, everyone will be bowing down to her little brothers."

……

In front of Lin'an Hall, a middle-aged man dressed as a schoolteacher leaned against a tree, with several old men playing chess in front of him.

The schoolteacher held a book in his hand, glancing at the chessboard in front of him for a while, and then at the patients coming and going in front of Lin'an Hall.

"Master Zhuang, what are you studying about the myriad aspects of human life again?"

The schoolteacher smiled slightly and answered the old man's questions with enthusiasm.

"Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles. There is no place in this world where human nature is more complex than a pharmacy. It is always a good thing to take a look."

"You're a scholar, you know a lot. I, an old man, don't know that much. But Dr. Lin of Lin'an Hall is a great philanthropist, he's truly admirable. It wouldn't hurt to learn from him."

"Yes, he's a very kind person..."

The person under the tree had his eyes downcast, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, making him appear even more radiant.