The heavens: pushing across all realms

Nong Jinsun is in his early forties, wearing glasses, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and has a rather bookish temperament.

However, he has an upright figure, his head held high, and his steps are steady. It seems that he has some foundation in kung fu.

Also, in these days of war and chaos, everyone knows how to practice a few kung fu moves to defend themselves. Nong Jinsun and Huo Yuanjia are the younger ones, so how can he not know any kung fu moves at all?

Feng Changren pulled Feng Ji over and said with a smile, "This is my son Feng Ji. Ji'er, call someone quickly."

Feng Ji smiled, cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Nong."

Nong Jinsun couldn't help but laugh and said: "Master Feng shows his talent. Hurry up and take a seat. Hurry up and take a seat."

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Mr. Nong, just call me Daoke."

His pseudonym was Daoke, but there were no scholars around him in the past, and no one called him by his pseudonym.

Nong Jinsun smiled and said: "Daoke? What's the explanation?"

Feng Ji chuckled: "The great road is as hard as a dream. My father hopes that I can keep my feet on the ground and safeguard the family business."

Nong Jinsun clapped his hands and sighed: "What a moral. The road is difficult to achieve, but the harder it is, the less we should give up. At present, China cannot tolerate us to change step by step."

Hearing this, Feng Changren also sighed with emotion: "What Mr. Nong said is true. Serious diseases require strong medicines. It's a pity that strong medicines have not appeared yet."

Nong Jinsun poured a cup of tea and said: "It has already appeared. Mr. Feng has just come to Tianjin. I am afraid he does not know that over there in the capital, the candidates who are waiting for the announcement of the results are preparing to jointly write a letter to the emperor to oppose the Treaty of Shimonoseki. "

When Feng Ji heard this, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart. At this time, it seemed a bit familiar that the people would jointly submit a letter to Emperor Guangxu.

But he knew in his heart that this so-called petition to the emperor was of no use at all. The Treaty of Shimonoseki had already been signed.

Feng Changren was surprised: "Young men who want to be elected should take the bus to write letters?"

"Exactly! I heard that the people taking the lead this time are two talented people named Kang Youwei and Liang Qichao. It is a blessing for China to have such achievements in governing the country."

Feng Ji was shocked when he heard this. He wrote on the bus? ! Kang Youwei, Liang Qichao!

He was very familiar with this. He had learned it in textbooks before.

He suddenly became interested and listened to Feng Changren and Nong Jinsun chatting.

At this time, Kang Youwei and Liang Qichao were not well-known. It was only after this incident that they became core representatives of the reformists. Later, Kang Youwei entered the political stage.

At present, most of what Nong Jinsun talks about is still his hatred of the Qing government's weakness and incompetence, and his anger towards the conservatives.

"Alas, I heard that students from Taiwan and Liaodong who were waiting for the announcement of the results heard the contents of the Treaty of Shimonoseki and cried bitterly on the spot. They even wanted to splash blood on the Golden Palace, but unfortunately they were suppressed."

"Oh, no wonder they are angry. What is Japan? They were all Japanese pirates in the Ming Dynasty. When have we ever seen them with our own eyes? We didn't expect that they are now riding on our heads. We are really aggrieved."

Feng Ji listened to what the two said and sighed secretly in his heart, I'm afraid you don't know how much blood and humiliation this small country will bring to the land of China in a short time.

He couldn't help but ponder. After traveling through time, should he do something for this era?

But how can individual prowess alone overcome the technological gap?

Even if you raise an army and become a warlord, it will be difficult to make up for this gap.

Is China short of people?

Of course there is no shortage.

But during those years of resistance against Japan, why were they still retreating steadily?

Technology is too backward.

This cannot be changed by human effort.

Even though he has an attribute panel and is personally invincible, he really knows nothing about technology.

He can spend money to buy weapons from abroad, but how much can he buy?

Foreigners are not stupid. It is impossible for them to sell you the most advanced weapons. Those who sell them to you are also eliminated.

Even so, if you assemble an army yourself and come out to fight the Japanese, what are your chances of winning?

And if the Qing Dynasty is not destroyed, he will not be able to form an army on a large scale.

It's just that we have to wait for the Qing Dynasty to fall... It will take at least twenty or thirty years.

Alas, the time is running out, unless...the Qing Dynasty is destroyed first...

While Feng Ji was thinking wildly, the door opened again.

Nong Jinsun and Feng Changren also stopped talking and stood up immediately.

However, they saw two people entering the house, and several bodyguard-like figures standing at the door.

One came in in his early thirties and the other in his twenties.

The man in his early thirties was wearing a black round hat, a green mandarin jacket, a fan in his hand, and a goatee. After he came in, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Nong shopkeeper, He is late. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The 20-year-old man on the side has a strong build, strong steps, and a slightly arrogant expression. He cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Nong, shopkeeper, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Nong Jinsun laughed: "Hey, it's not too late, we have just arrived. Come on, come on, please take a seat. If you two can come, I'll give you some face."

"Let me introduce you to you. This is Feng Changren, member of the Feng family. He used to do business in Shandong and can be regarded as an old friend of mine."

"Brother Feng, this is Master He, and this is Gang Leader Qin."

Feng Changren stood up quickly and said with a smile: "Feng has seen you two, oh, this is the dog Feng Ji."

Several people got to know each other, and Nong Jinsun, as the host, immediately started to create an atmosphere.

In addition, Feng Changren is also the old man at the wine table, and after several rounds of drinks, the two of them have become familiar with each other.

Only then did Nong Jinsun start the conversation and said with a smile: "Master He, leader of Qin Gang, there is chaos in Shandong Yihe Quan right now, there are bandits everywhere, Master Feng wants to come to Jinmen to make a living."

"He is a good friend of mine for many years and is also in the medicinal materials business. I would like to ask the two of you to help me."

Master He on the opposite side opened his folding fan and smiled without saying a word.

Qin Guangyi was peeling peanuts, looking unconcerned.

Seeing this, Nong Jinsun winked at Feng Changren.

Feng Changren understood and immediately said: "Here comes someone."

Uncle Gui and Uncle He each came over holding a small box.

Feng Changren smiled and said: "Of course, Feng also knows the rules and will definitely not ask for help in vain. You two, this is Feng's intention."

With that said, he stepped forward and opened the box, revealing a silver light.

It is full of silver ingots. A conservative estimate is that there must be one hundred taels in one box.

After all, it's just a visit to the pier and it's just a protection fee. One hundred taels is more than enough.

Master He immediately laughed and said: "Hey, what do I think it is? Shopkeeper Nong, we are all friends, just say it, why bother spending money."

Nong Jinsun smiled and said, "The rules can't be broken."

Feng Changren also quickly smiled and said: "Yes, being petty is disrespectful."

"That's the case, then I'll accept it. There are a lot of empty shops over at Yangliu Lane in Jinmen. Brother Feng, if you want to do business, you can go there. I'll ask someone to say hello."

"Oh, thank you very much." Feng Changren quickly toasted and thanked him.

At this time, Qin Guangyi also patted the marinade on his hand and said with a smile: "That side of Yangliu Lane is the territory of our Iron Sword Club. Remember to tell me when it opens, and I will ask the brothers to come over and support it."

Feng Changren smiled even more and quickly toasted to express his thanks.

In this way, the matter was settled, and the two parties exchanged cups and cups with undiminished enthusiasm.

Feng Ji watched the whole process and drank and ate in silence.

Feng Changren brought him here with the intention of letting him learn about these interpersonal relationships and see the world.

Feng Ji sighed secretly. To be honest, he really wouldn't do this.

In my previous life, I didn’t like the rules at the wine table.

At this time, Master He raised his cup, looked at Feng Ji, and asked with a smile: "Master Feng, why don't you speak? Is it because the food and wine are not to your liking?"

Feng Ji smiled and said casually: "No."

"Then let's have a drink together?"

Feng Ji immediately smiled and said: "I'd like to toast Master He."

After that, he drank it all in one gulp, and Master He immediately clapped his hands and laughed.

In the midst of the excitement, I suddenly heard loud noises outside the private room, and everyone was cheering.

Feng Ji couldn't help but look at the window subconsciously.

"What's going on?" Master He couldn't help but be surprised, got up and went to the window to take a look.

Seeing this, other people came over to take a look.

Nong Jinsun looked down and saw a group of people kneeling in front of the wine table and kowtowing in the hall on the second floor.

The host of the wine table is a man in his early forties dressed in fine clothes.

The man was smiling and laughing: "Okay, okay, come on, pour the wine!"

Suddenly someone came forward and poured wine for the people kneeling on the ground.

The people at the drinking table laughed: "After drinking this glass of wine, we are all brothers, cheers!"

Immediately everyone drank it all in one gulp, and there were cheers all around.

"Okay, congratulations to Mr. Huo, you have recruited another group of good guys."

"Master Huo, congratulations."

"Hahaha, Master Huo is awesome."

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Huo Yuanjia suddenly laughed and shouted: "I invited you today, and all the accounts will be charged to me."

Immediately there was another round of applause, and everyone was praising him.

Nong Jinsun stood in the box on the third floor, frowning slightly.

And Qin Guangyi sneered directly: "Haha, does Huo Yuanjia really think that he is the number one in Jinmen?"

Master He looked at Qin Guangyi, chuckled and said, "I heard that Huo Daxia has won thirty-one martial arts competitions in a row. I'm afraid he won't be able to keep his title as the number one in the Jinmen."

Qin Guangyi's face darkened, he slapped the window edge, and shouted with a bang: "With my foster father in Jinmen for one day, no one can be ranked first!"

Master He laughed and said, "I don't know anything about Jianghu. I'm just talking about what I saw."

Nong Jinsun quickly stopped talking and said with a smile: "Hey, everyone, everyone, what's the point of being number one in Jinmen? Making money these days is serious. Come on, let's drink, drink."

Several people were persuaded by Nong Jinsun to return to the wine table. Feng Ji took a deep look at Huo Yuanjia, who was attracting everyone's attention, and then at Qin Guangyi, whose face was gloomy.

His eyes flickered, the plot had reached this point.