The heavens start from Maoshan

An Yuyu's eyes were filled with tears, but after all, her arms couldn't twist her thighs.

"Brother Heng, I'm back."

It was already dark, and Zhang Zhenhu came back with a red face.

Zhang Heng knew at a glance that he had gained a lot, and asked, "Is it clear?"

"To be clear, Hanyang made 26 yuan, the German Mauser 1898 is 42 yuan, and the American 1917 is 40 yuan. These three are long guns. Buy a gun and get 100 rounds of bullets."

"The short ones are mainly American-made 1911 generals' pistols, which cost 70 yuan."

"The Mauser 1896 Box Cannon is cheaper at 65 bucks."

"If you buy old guns or obsolete guns in stock, the price can be cheaper. Take the 1888 Committee as an example, a shot only costs 16 yuan, and this is what warlords in various places mainly use."

Zhang Zhenhu repeated what he had heard.

"Is it in stock?"

Zhang Heng asked.

Zhang Zhenhu replied: "If you have cash, you will have cash, and the major foreign firms will point to this to make a fortune."

Zhang Heng nodded, and after a little thought, he said, "You can go again tomorrow and discuss it with the people from the foreign firm. I said that my Zhang family in Dagou Town will order 350 Mausers and 50 1911 General Officers' pistols. Take 5 rounds of ziyu, and let the people from Yangxing come over within three days."

After speaking, Zhang Heng asked again, "Can you pay by cash on delivery?"

"Yes, the people from Yangxing are not afraid that we will not give money."

Zhang Zhenhu's answer was neat and tidy, but after speaking, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Heng, do we need so many guns, is this a lot of money?"

"A lot?"

Zhang Heng had an account in his heart: "I still think it's too little."

When he first came back, although he had the reputation of a wealthy Nanyang businessman, he did not reveal much real money.

Now it is different. He has already revealed his wealth. If he does not hurry up to set up the militia group, I am afraid that he should have a life idea.

This money can't be saved. There are hundreds of guns. With a little training, you don't have to worry about bandits and bullies anymore. People are safe and you can think about the future.

As for the reality, he still has some money in his hand, and he is not in a hurry to use it.

The most important thing right now is to get the Republic of China in order. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but after the beginning is done, it is easy.

The years are quiet.

In the blink of an eye, it was three days.

clap clap clap...

Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, the whole Dagou Town was full of joy, even more lively than the festival.

Every villager gets up early in the morning.

They have already heard that starting today, there will be a three-day running water table at the entrance of the ancestral hall to celebrate the return of Mr. Zhang Heng, who has returned from Nanyang, to the family tree.

"Fire the cannon, fire the cannon!"

Children are more excited than adults.

One by one, they followed behind the parade of firecrackers, happily picking up firecrackers that didn't explode. Whoever picked up the most was the prettiest boy.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

After the blast, the singers began to perform on stage.

Young and old, gathered together in twos and threes, occasionally pointing at the characters on the stage, occasionally twitching their noses twice, and looking at the cauldron that was propped up along the smell.

In that pot, meat is being stewed.

Stewed pork with potatoes, let alone eating it, saliva will come down just by smelling it.

"Yeah!"

The old patriarch Zhang Dahai, leaning on crutches, looked at everything in front of him, and the smile on his face never stopped.

"Grandpa Patriarch, are we going to eat meat today?"

A group of six or seven-year-old urchins circled around Zhang Dahai.

Zhang Dahai nodded with a smile: "Eat the meat, let go and eat, it's enough."

Dagou Town is a poor place, it is not easy to starve to death, and there are a few people who eat meat until they are full.

Not to mention other people, even Zhang Dahai himself, usually can't eat much meat and fish.

The head of a clan is still like this, not to mention other people.

"Come on, Brother Heng is here."

There was a stir in the crowd.

From a distance, Zhang Heng, in a long robe and a jacket, walked over accompanied by Dakui and Xiaokui.

"Brother Heng!"

No one in the crowd shouted.

"Brother Heng!"

"Brother Heng!!"

Everyone shouted, and countless people rushed to greet him.

Zhang Heng waved his hand to indicate that there were too many people, and it was impossible to respond one by one.

"coming."

The old patriarch looked at Zhang Heng with a smile on his face.

"Patriarch."

Zhang Heng bowed his head in respect.

"Da Xian's descendants are good, he is a good and sensible boy."

"Yeah, our Zhang family hasn't been so lively for a long time. This is a breakthrough."

There are many clan elders standing behind the old patriarch.

The clan elders are getting older one by one, standing in the first row with the help of their younger generation.

The oldest among them is a senior ancestor who is more than 100 years old sitting on a carry-on bed.

This old ancestor was born in the Daoguang period and is 103 years old this year. He is a member of the clan.

"Burning Incense!"

"Burning paper!"

"Read, worship the ancestors!!"

Normally, when the clan members return to the family tree, it is enough to have the testimony of the patriarch and three clan elders.

Zhang Heng's treatment is in time for the ten-year festival.

No, it is even more grand than the ten-year festival.

During the ten-year festival, only two pig heads were placed. It was not like now, not to mention the three animals gathered together, but also invited the opera troupe and ate the running water feast.

"Today is the day when our clan, Zhang Heng, returns to the genealogy. I want to say a few words here."

The ancestral hall has three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded by people.

In the ancestral hall sits the clan elders, in the courtyard stands the older generation of the big character generation, and outside the courtyard is the mainstay of the Zhenzi generation.

As for the descendants of the Chinese character generation, they didn't even have the qualifications to approach the ancestral hall, so they could only look around eagerly.

"I, Zhang Dahai, have been the patriarch for 30 years."

"Speaking of which, I'm sorry for you."

"Under my leadership, the Zhang clan has been able to get by, and even this ancestral hall has been repaired from the east and the east. I wanted to overhaul it once, but after several years of thinking, I couldn't do it. I'm not a good patriarch."

The old patriarch's eyes were red.

"Patriarch, everyone knows your hard work."

"Yeah, in the past few decades, it has been either a rioting of soldiers or a bandit trouble. It is not easy for people to live."

The elders beat their chests and sighed.

"Natural and man-made disasters are true."

"It's not a lie that I didn't lead you to a good life."

"I, the patriarch, should feel guilty, so today in front of everyone, I have a rash idea..."

The old patriarch looked at Zhang Heng.

Chapter 10: Careful Stretching

"I want to resign as the patriarch and hand it over to Zhang Heng."

The old patriarch said decisively.

"Zhang Heng, the son of Zhang Daxian who came back from Nanyang?"

"Hey, I heard that he is very rich."

"Yeah, tens of thousands of people can eat freely for three days of running water mats, which can't eat thousands of oceans."

"More than that, I heard that he also asked Xiaohuzi to buy guns. He wants to set up a militia group, and there are hundreds of guns."

"Hundreds of guns, no wonder the old patriarch wants to choose him. In this chaotic era, if there are guns, everything will be there."

There was a lot of discussion.

Anyone can count.

Zhang Heng can spend thousands of oceans on a meal for everyone. Obviously, he is not bad for money. If he becomes the patriarch of Zhang's clan, wouldn't everyone have a good time.

Not to mention eating meat every day, a few more meals of small rice, and in the event of a famine, it is also alright to have fewer people who sell their sons and daughters.

The reality is that everyone is poor, and life is difficult. In times of famine, there is not even a place to borrow money to survive.

Borrowing, borrowing, you have to have a place to borrow is not.

"This decision is a bit sudden, but I hope everyone can understand."

"I'm old, it's a matter of time to make room for young people."

The old patriarch waved his hand and called Zhang Heng: "There is another war in the north, and the world is not good, so there must be someone who can stand the scene."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Zhentian who was standing aside and sighed, "Zhentian is my son. I know him well. He has a good heart, but unfortunately he is only a successful person."

Hearing the words of the old patriarch, some elders swallowed even more: "Old patriarch, Zhentian is already very good, it is difficult to make progress, and it is also difficult to maintain success."

The old patriarch shook his head: "It's not enough. If it was a normal year, everyone would have tightened their belts and come here. What time is it now? There are wars outside every day. Today there is a Marshal Chen, and tomorrow a Marshal Zhang. You can't beat the sky." They can only take you to suffer, I have lived for more than 60 years, and I understand a truth, sometimes it is not enough for you to bear, it depends on whether others can bear you!"

Speaking of this, the old patriarch looked at Zhang Heng and said, "The autumn harvest will begin in half a month. The grain tax in the county is [-]% higher than last year. There is also a gap in the Xiaojing family on the mountain. Let it go to you, do you have the confidence that the Zhang family will not starve to death this year?"

After a short pause, he said again: "If you have one, don't refuse this patriarch. You have told me what you have done these days. You are capable and have a lot of ideas. The Zhang family will definitely be handed over to you. Better than in my hands."

Zhang Heng has always wanted to gain control of the Zhang family.

But he really didn't think about the position of the patriarch, because in his memory, the old patriarch could still work for six or seven years.

If he wanted to be the patriarch, he had to wait for the old patriarch to die.

Who would have thought that the old patriarch gave him a surprise attack, and he did not even discuss it, and he just said something in the ancestral hall without saying a word.

It seems that a piece of jade was sold for [-] oceans, and he bought hundreds of guns in one go. These things had a great impact on the old patriarch.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng has also exercised in the society, and he can still catch his surprise: "Old Patriarch, I don't dare to brag to you, but I can only say that if Zhang Heng is with me one day, the Zhang family will not starve to death. "

"enough."

The old patriarch slapped Zhang Heng on the back of his hand: "Which year does the town not starve to death, I will be relieved if you say so."

"Patriarch!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted.

Zhang Heng looked back and found that the person who raised his arms and shouted was Zhang Zhenhu.