The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Congratulations, Boss Feng, congratulations."

"Boss Feng, business is booming and money is flowing in."

"Boss Feng, please take good care of me in the future."

…

In Yangliu Lane, Feng’s Drug Store finally opened.

The drug store opened a few days later than Feng Ji's [Qiang Wu Gui].

Mainly because it took a lot of time to consult the doctor.

The Feng family moved to Tianjin. Some of the doctors who were treating patients in Qingyuan County were too young to leave their hometown, so they did not come with them.

Only Fang Tonghai came with his apprentice, but Fang Tonghai alone was not enough, so the Feng family looked for some local doctors.

As for the medicinal materials and manpower, there was nothing. The apprentices brought out by Uncle Gui all came with them.

The medicinal materials are also shipped from Shandong, and there is a lot of inventory.

Feng Changren greeted everyone who came to congratulate him, and there were many patients queuing up outside.

Feng Ji saw this scene and nodded slightly. The pharmacy was opened, and the Feng family's main business had begun.

Grain stores and rice stores will also be opened, but now they are not as good as they were in Qingyuan County.

In Qingyuan County, the Feng family has hundreds of hectares of fertile land, so they can naturally afford to open a grain store.

In Tianjin, they don’t have good farmland for farming, so it’s hard to open a grain store.

But Feng Ji still plans to open a grain store. Even if there is no land, the Feng family can collect grain.

In troubled times, food is more valuable than anything else and must be hoarded.

I will also need these things when I build troops in the future.

"Let's do it bit by bit. Fortunately, we have all the people available. It shouldn't be difficult to get back to our old business."

Feng Ji thought silently in his heart.

After a while, Feng Changren ended his greetings and came to the counter.

Feng Ji poured him a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Dad, drink tea."

Feng Changren wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "Oh, it's been a long time since I personally took over these things. I'm really rusty. I'm sweating now. I'm getting old."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "You are lacking exercise, why not join me in boxing to ensure that you live a long life."

Feng Changren laughed loudly, waved his hand and said: "Seventy years are rare in life, and I don't dare to hope for a hundred years."

Having said this, he took a sip of tea and said, "Oh, by the way, your donation of an official position seems to be a bit of a clue."

When Feng Ji heard this, he immediately showed joy and asked, "How do you say it?"

"I invited He Sheng'an several times and gave him nearly three hundred taels of silver before he relented and agreed to help us find Hu Jiefen."

"Are you sure?" Feng Ji asked.

Feng Changren said with a smile: "If you want to donate a real shortage, there is no guarantee at all, but if you want to donate a false title, there is no problem. Moreover, you still want to donate a military attache, and the price is not outrageous. A guerrilla general costs about five hundred taels." , the rank is from the third rank, and he is assigned to lead the camp troops."

Feng Ji silently made some calculations and found that a guerrilla general was almost similar to a battalion commander or regiment commander in later generations.

There was no fixed number for a battalion in the Qing Dynasty. It was usually 500 people, but there were also 200 to 300 people, or thousands of people, depending on the situation.

However, Feng Ji only had a false title, so the government naturally had no soldiers to lead him.

Feng Ji asked: "How long will it take to get down?"

"As soon as the money is in place, it will be quick. Don't worry, I will urge him in the next two days."

Feng Ji nodded and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the counter.

"Damn it, how the hell do you see a doctor? Do you know how to see a doctor?"

"Fuck, my eldest brother was stabbed and fainted by you, what should I say about this?"

"Where's the boss? Where's the drug store owner? Damn it, come out!"

"Fellow fellow villagers, take a look, this is a fucking quack. My elder brother sprained his waist this morning. Just come here and take a look, and they actually stabbed my elder brother to death."

…

Feng Changren and Feng Ji looked at each other, stood up immediately, and the father and son walked out.

However, they saw that a large group of people had gathered outside, with five or six big men surrounding Fang Tonghai and his apprentice. Uncle He was anxiously advising on the side.

Lying on the ground was a skinny, lean man with a blue face.

The companions cursed fiercely and even grabbed the guy's neck, as if they were about to do something.

Feng Ji couldn't help but frown, looked at Feng Changren, and asked: "Isn't this the territory of the Iron Sword Society? Didn't Qin Guangyi say hello?"

Feng Changren also frowned: "I'll ask what's going on."

He hurriedly walked over and shouted: "Everyone, I am the boss here. If you have something to say, let go of my guy first. He is still a child."

When Feng Changren came out, everyone else immediately looked over and got out of the way.

Uncle He also walked over quickly and whispered: "Master, these people come here with bad intentions."

Feng Changren nodded slightly, looked at the big man at the head, and said with a smile, "What do you call this brother?"

The leader bared his teeth and said angrily: "Are you the fucking boss? Have you ever heard of me, 'Golden Leopard' Hu Jin?"

Feng Changren smiled apologetically and said: "It turns out to be Daxia Hu. I have admired him for a long time."

"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, my elder brother is here to get medicine and see a doctor, and now you see him like this, what do you think?"

Hu Jin pointed at the thin man lying on the ground.

Feng Changren looked at Fang Tonghai, and Fang Tonghai said quickly: "Master, this person has been taking Fushou Ointment for a long time, and he looked like this when he came here."

Feng Changren's face suddenly darkened, he looked at Hu Jin and said, "Master Hu, has your brother taken Fushou Ointment?"

Hu Jin scolded: "So what if I smoked it? Anyway, my eldest brother is dead with you. If you don't give me an explanation today, I will smash your shop. Do you believe it or not?"

"Smash it! What the hell, did you invite the God of Wealth? Just open a shop in Yangliu Lane?"

"Damn it, you don't even bow to the pier, there are no rules, it will be smashed!"

"Brother Jin, what nonsense are you talking to them about?"

Several people behind Hu Jin began to curse and curse. The customers around him were so frightened that they left the pharmacy, but they couldn't help but be curious and stood outside the door to watch the scene.

Discussions continued, and there seemed to be more and more onlookers.

Some people seemed to recognize Hu Jin and others, and started discussing in low voices.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Hu who is walking on foot? Why did this pharmacy offend him?"

"I don't know. I'm afraid this pharmacy just opened the store without saying hello to Mr. Hu."

"This pharmacy owner is so confused. How can he not say hello to these pot gangs when he opens a store in Jinmen?"

"It's exciting today. This boss Hu is a ruthless person. Last time Zhou Ji Restaurant opened a store, the boss opened the store without saying hello because he was a disciple of Liu Jiaquan. The store was smashed that day."

"Let's see, if this matter is not resolved today, this pharmacy may go bankrupt."

…

Feng Ji frowned slightly as he listened to the discussions outside. Sure enough, this group of people was also in the underworld.

Is it possible that Qin Guangyi received the money and did nothing?

He walked to Uncle He and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you go find someone from the Iron Sword Club?"

Uncle He sighed: "I looked for him, but their people were perfunctory and didn't come at all."

Feng Changren also lowered his face and said in a deep voice: "Boss Hu, we also invited the God of Wealth. The Qin Gang Leader of the Iron Sword Hui sent someone to send a congratulatory gift. Do you think?"

"Damn, what are the iron knives? Are you using them to suppress me? Do you know who I am? I'm from the Sanqing Gang!"

"Why don't you go out and ask around, are we, the Sanqing Gang, afraid of the Iron Sword Club?"

"You idiot, you invite the God of Wealth from the Iron Sword Society. Don't you know that you are looking down on our Sanqing Gang by inviting the God of Wealth from the Sanqing Gang?"

Even though Feng Changren was a man in the city, he was being bitten by someone, and he was furious.

There are so many Guohuo gangs in Jinmen that there are actually other gangs charging protection fees for the Iron Knife Club's territory.

Will this iron knife eat shit?

After collecting the money, you can't even protect the merchants on your own territory?

He gritted his teeth and said: "Boss Hu, the store has opened a new one, please raise your hand..."

"Who do you think you are, raising your hand? I want to raise my hand for you? Let me ask you again, how can I solve this matter with my elder brother?"

"You think it over fucking carefully before you speak, otherwise I'll smash up your store!"

Hu Jin became more and more arrogant and domineering, with a sneer on his face, as if he was determined to conquer this outsider.

Originally, Feng Ji wanted his father to resolve business matters.

But seeing this scene, he knew that Feng Changren couldn't hold himself back.

Immediately, he patted Feng Changren on the shoulder and said, "Dad, let me do it."

Feng Changren glanced at Feng Ji and felt inexplicably relieved, with a smile on his face.

Only then did he realize that, unknowingly, his son had grown up to the point where he could protect the Feng family from wind and rain.

But when he thought of what his son had done in Qingyuan County, he couldn't help but remind him: "Ji'er, don't make a fuss. This is Jinmen after all."

Feng Ji smiled slightly, patted Feng Changren on the shoulder, and turned to look at Hu Jin.

Hu Jin cursed: "Who the hell are you?"

Feng Ji walked towards him slowly without saying a word.

Hu Jin opened his mouth and cursed again: "Damn it, the old one is pretending to be dead and the younger one is going to come out and take the blame? Believe it or not, I will smash your shop - ah!"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly blurred, and Feng Ji's big hand had grabbed his chin.

Without any effort, Hu Jin already screamed.

Click!

Hu Jin's chin was directly crushed, and then Feng Ji grabbed his rat tail and pulled it down easily!

Suddenly Hu Jin's scalp tightened, he screamed and wailed, and he knelt down on the ground with a pop.

Feng Ji looked at Hu Jin, whose face was distorted by pain, and said calmly: "Is it the Sanqing Gang? Who is your boss?"