The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng suddenly thought that when he saw you clan elders in the ancestral hall yesterday, many clan elders could only be considered clean, not decent.

Even the clothes of some clan elders are obviously a little ill-fitting. At a glance, they know that the clothes are used to press the bottom of the box, and they are usually reluctant to wear them.

Now Zhang Heng is the patriarch.

These senior, prestigious clan elders are his first weapon to control the clan, and they are worthy of grace.

Don't underestimate these old people, thinking that they are old and useless.

In fact, those who can become clan elders are all highly prestigious stewards in the clan.

Whoever has a problem, they are all in charge of it, ranging from disputes between neighbors to marriages, funerals, and marriages. Which one is less likely to have the elders of the clan to come forward. The prestige and virtue of these people cannot be felt by modern people.

As long as this group of people is captured, no one in the Zhang family will dare to sing against him.

What's more, Zhang Heng not only has sweet dates, but also sticks.

If you want to oppose him, you have to see if the people in the militia group agree. It is good to have food these days, and it will be returned to the ocean. Those with long heads will have to think about it.

Chapter 12: The Old Servant

"Patriarch, the Chen family is here."

"Chen family, which Chen family?"

When Zhang Heng was shooting someone, someone came to report that the Chen family was coming.

"The Chen family in the Chen family compound."

Someone reminded Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng suddenly realized: "Invite someone quickly."

"Patriarch Zhang."

Not long after, a well-dressed country gentleman in his 40s came from a distance.

Zhang Heng looked up and down and smiled, "Master Chen, are you so nice to see me?"

Master Chen smiled bitterly and asked, "Could it be true that Patriarch Zhang said he bought my house a few days ago?"

"Seriously, how can this be fake?"

Zhang Heng held a Maoxian rifle, pulled the bolt, and glanced at the sky again.

The bitterness on Master Chen's face was even stronger, and he replied, "It's this time and that time."

When Zhang Zhentian came to the door, Zhang Heng was just a rich man returning from Nanyang.

Master Chen was not short of money, so he naturally did not want to sell the house to him.

Today is different from the past, Zhang Heng not only became the head of the Zhang family, but also brought back a batch of weapons from outside.

He wanted to watch it again.

As a result, the servant ran and said that Zhang Hengzheng was shooting people. It was all Zhang family members, and the weapons of three trucks were the same as fighting a war.

Now Master Chen can't sit still at all. There are several nursing homes in his family, but those people are good at guarding against a thief, but they can't guard against hundreds of hairpins.

"Okay, let's move it tomorrow, and finish it within three days."

Zhang Heng threw the gun in his hand to Dakui and looked back at Mr. Chen: "Isn't it embarrassing you? If you have any difficulties, just say that I am a reasonable person, and everything can be negotiated."

"No, it must be moved out within three days."

Master Chen forced a smile and left.

the next day.

The water table continues.

A militia group was also set up. More than 300 people went down the mountain to practice for a while in the morning.

Of course, it is unrealistic to want these people to become sharpshooters immediately.

The sharpshooters need Ziyi to feed and time to support, but fortunately Zhang Heng didn't expect them to go to war, compete in the Central Plains, practice slowly, and hit the target.

The coach of the militia is the father of Dakui and Xiaokui, the most powerful hunter in the town.

The old man is old, and his body is quite strong. Even if he has not received formal training, after decades of hard work, he has never convinced anyone when playing with guns.

"Practice guns in the morning and physical fitness in the afternoon."

"Every person has [-] rounds of bullets a day, and he can see initial results in a week. You must know that those who come out of the martial arts hall may not be able to shoot [-] bullets in a semester."

Speaking of the militia, Zhang Zhenhu's face was red.

He used to be just a car dart head of a business firm, how could he have the prestige of the current deputy head.

Although this is a township-run militia regiment, not a regular army, it can't hold a lot of guns. Few of the official regiments under the warlords can have 350 quick guns. They are all made in Germany, and their range is much longer than that of Hanyang.

"Cousin, how are you doing over there?"

Zhang Heng looked at Zhang Zhentian again.

"The certificate of the militia group has been approved, and as for the golden dragon head cane, the craftsmen have begun to build it."

"The tailor has also been found. In addition to making robes and jackets for the eight old men, he will also make a batch of short shirts to be used as uniforms for the militia."

Zhang Zhentian answered truthfully.

Zhang Heng nodded and warned: "The Jiangnan area only has spring, summer and autumn, and winter is not very cold. You can wear a bunt suit for a long time, so it's okay to wear two more suits."

"In addition, trousers and shoes are also distributed by us, especially shoes, no straw sandals or cloth shoes, but the military boots of officers and soldiers, which are strong and durable."

Zhang Heng didn't plan to buy clothes from the real world and bring them back.

If you don't talk about it that way, you won't save a lot of money. It's better to buy cloth and let the tailor teach the women in the town to do it. It's a craft.

"Patriarch, your safety is the most important thing. When something happens, just two brothers, Dakui and Xiaokui, are not enough. Let's pick a few more. It will be safer. After two days, the Chen family compound will be vacated. Now, I will choose some people to live in the outer courtyard and the backyard, and let people patrol day and night, so as not to have thoughts at night when the eyes are not long."

After talking about the matter at hand, Zhang Zhentian thought of Zhang Heng again.

Zhang Heng thought about it for a while and thought it made sense. He said, "Dakui, you go to the militia and choose eight people who have worked hard and are more stable. You will follow me in the future."

Eight people, plus Dakui Xiaokui and Zhang Dandan, generally don't want to get close.

Even if you meet a genuine bandit, 30 people can greet you for a while, and it's hard to say who wins or loses.

What's more, bandits are not iron-headed dolls.

Seeing that someone has a gun in you, it is not easy to provoke, and naturally they will not touch your brow, and they are also afraid of offending someone who cannot afford to offend.

three days later.

clap clap clap...

Another burst of firecrackers.

Zhang Heng stood at the door of the Chen Family Courtyard, watching the word Zhang Fu hang on the door.

From now on, in Dagou Town, there is only the Zhang Family Courtyard of the Zhang Mansion, and there will be no Chen Family Courtyard of the Chen Mansion.

Speaking of which, with his status and status, in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, he could not reach the family status of the "fu".

But now that the Republic of China is over, and no one is pursuing that, the word Zhang Fu is also suitable for Zhang Heng at the moment.

"master."

Four little maids, leading a dozen servants, saluted Zhang Heng in unison.

Zhang Heng's complexion remained unchanged, and he pretended to be calm and said "um", but he was actually very happy in his heart.

Feudal society, it is good to have a feudal society.

In modern times, anyone who dares to let the servants call him master will be sprayed to death on the Internet.

Of course, families with real power to hire a large number of servants will not give you the opportunity to post online.

In that invisible corner, some things are actually retro, but ordinary people can't see it.

"Master, the yard has been tidy up. All 72 rooms have been cleaned, and new window papers, bedding, and some unusable furniture have also been replaced."

The speaker was Zhongbo, the former housekeeper of the Chen family.

After the Chen family moved out, it was said that they were going to the provincial capital to live in a small western-style building.

Uncle Zhong was getting old, and the Chen family felt that he was unusable, so they dismissed him together with two other old servants.

When Zhang Heng heard about this, he was worried that there was no housekeeper in his house, and there might be trouble, so he kept these people.

Uncle Zhong is one of them, able to supervise both inside and outside.

Grandma Sun is the second one. This is an old grandma who came out of the palace. She can massage and hammer her feet.

There is also an old Yangtou, who will serve animals and drive cars.

However, Old Yangtou is also old and can fall asleep driving a car, so he knows the way and knows the way, otherwise he can drag you to the mass grave.

Zhang Heng naturally didn't want to go to the mass grave to play.

So he sent the old Yangtou to the concierge, and as for the grandmother Sun, he was left by his side to teach the four little girls the rules and methods of serving others.

"Master, don't underestimate the hammer feet. There are many acupuncture points on the feet. When the feet are comfortable, everything will be adjusted."

"You haven't married yet. When you get married, I dare to say that not only you, but even your wife can't do without this. If you don't hammer it for a day, it will be like something in your heart."

Grandma Sun held a pair of small mallets, and while hammering Zhang Heng on the soles of his feet, she signaled the four maids to study hard.

Zhang Heng hummed comfortably, and half-slanted on An Yuyu's lap, thinking to himself, "I have taught my apprentice and starved the master to death, if Grandma Sun can keep a hand, just relying on the skill of hammering feet, it will not be enough. Let the Chen family drive them away."

"Master, No. 20 people came from the militia, and they said they were staying as nurses. I was thinking, ten people can be stationed in each of the front yard and the back yard for comprehensive protection. What do you think?"

The old butler stood by and waited.

"Just do what you want."

Zhang Heng said indifferently.

The old housekeeper heard the sound and said again: "I have checked the land deeds you bought from the Chen family, and I have checked with the villagers. They are [-] mu in total."

"There are also three shops in the town, two rice shops and one grocery store, which are doing pretty well so far."

"If you don't have any other ideas, I'm going to let the shopkeeper below run the business as usual, and send the ledger to the house for review once a month, and the rest remains the same."

"In addition, I have also arranged the residence of the mansion. The rough old lady will live in the backyard, the watchman, bearer, coachman, and concierge will live in the front yard. Grandma Sun and four little girls live in the middle with you. The hospital is waiting for you at any time, do you think this arrangement is appropriate?"

"That's right, you arranged it well."

Zhang Heng became more and more satisfied with the old housekeeper.

With such an old butler in charge, he doesn't need to worry about the inner house.

"correct."

Thinking of the account, Zhang Heng also asked, "How much rent did the Chen family charge before?"

"If you go back to the master, it's [-]%."

"Seventy percent!"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "The leases of the Chen family are all voided and replaced with the leases of my Zhang family, and the ground rent will be changed to [-]%. We are also responsible for the grain tax."

"Four percent?"

The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment: "Master, [-]% of the rent is considered good, we take [-]% of the rent, and we are also responsible for paying the grain tax, so there is nothing left, and we can't give the land to the tenant farmers for free throughout the year. We don't want anything but a reputation, right?"

Landlords during the Republic of China were still relatively ruthless.

[-]% of the rent means that the landlord's family has to take [-]% of the annual grain.

This is not bad, some of the more ruthless will harvest [-]%, and the rest of the food is not enough for the common people.

As mentioned in Mr. Gu's "Rizhilu", he received three or four hundred catties of grain per mu, paid seven or eight tenths of the rent, and rented ten mu of land, leaving six or seven hundred catties of grain in a year.

In times of famine, the output dropped, and only one or two hundred catties of grain could be produced per mu. After paying the rent, the people would go out to beg for food the next day.

In addition to rent collection, there is also a fixed rent.

Don't say how much you will get, but decide how many kilograms of grain you want to pay.

It is set at 300 catties per mu. When the autumn harvest arrives, you have to pay 300 catties of grain per mu of land.

If there is a bumper harvest, and 400 catties of grain have been harvested per mu of land this year, everyone will be happy.

In bad years, only 200 catties were produced per mu of land. In order to pay the fixed rent of 300 catties, they could only sell their sons and daughters, and even the whole family sold people as slaves.