The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 10 Be Careful
"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 old patriarch's words, the old patriarch choked and said: "Old patriarch, Zhentian is already very good, it is difficult to make progress, and it is also difficult to defend."

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.

As expected of a person who became the king of the mountain and the head of the regiment in the future, this consciousness is higher than others.

"Patriarch!!"

There were more people shouting the second time.

Zhang Zhentian, Zhang Bold, Brothers Big and Small Kui, several masons who had drunk with Zhang Heng, and the No. 30 young and old who followed into the city.

"Patriarch!!"

The third sound was crowded, and hundreds of people couldn't hear it.

Fourth, fifth, sixth.

The shouting was overwhelmed by waves, and even the foreigners who joined in the fun shouted, and their voices shot into the sky.

"Your surname is Li, and you're not from our Zhang family. What are you calling?"

"I'm very excited, very excited, I just like to shout, can't I?"

In the sound of the wave of the word patriarch, everyone blushed with excitement.

Zhang Heng stood beside the old patriarch, nodded to the patriarchs in the ancestral hall one by one, then walked to the door and shouted to everyone: "I now order you as the patriarch Zhang to unbutton your trousers and eat hard. !"

"Let's have dinner!"

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

Five hundred tables were lined up with running water, and pots of small rice and potato stew were brought up.

A spoonful of broth was poured on the small rice, followed by a few pieces of fat and potatoes, and everyone hurriedly devoured it.

Even so, two-thirds of the people didn't make it to the table.

There were too many people. Zhang Heng reckoned that 3 to [-] people came today, and some of them even came from the countryside more than ten miles away because they heard that there was a flowing water banquet here.

The open space around the ancestral hall could not hold so many tables at all.

Others can only find a place by themselves with their rice bowls in their hands. At a glance, with the ancestral hall as the center, there are crowds of people everywhere.

"Clan elders, let's start too."

Ordinary villagers eat small rice and potato stew.

The elders of the clan, as well as the elders of the big character generation, are more particular about what they eat.

Beef, lamb, pork, chicken, duck and fish.

A table for eight, large and affordable, and unlimited supply of white rice.

Seeing that he was eating better at this table and sitting in a circle around the ancestral hall, the clan elders and the elders of the big-character generation were all red-faced, knowing that Zhang Heng was flattering them.

Ordinary villagers see it, and they are only envious, and dare not be jealous.

After all, the people sitting on it are all their own elders. Huaxia has always regarded respecting the elderly as a virtue. During the Republic of China, many rules have not been lost, and the heads of the family are the elderly.

"Patriarch."

"Hello, Patriarch."

After Zhang Heng had a few glasses of wine, he turned around in the crowd.

People who saw him greeted him one after another, and even the little boy was full of oil, calling the patriarch like an adult.

Zhang Heng had a smile on his face, and slipped to Zhang Zhenhu's table after a while.

In the crowd, Zhang Zhenhu was the first to call his patriarch. Zhang Heng still remembered this feeling, so he asked, "Huzi, how does the potato stew taste, is it alright?"

"Patriarch, that's too good."

Zhang Zhenhu's mouth was full of oil, and he said with a little regret: "It's just that there is meat and no wine, but wine is even better."

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "I plan to prepare wine for you, but the elders of the clan disagree. There are too many people. If someone gets drunk and makes trouble, how can they be polite in front of the ancestor's spiritual position."

Zhang Zhenhu made a lot of sense when he heard it. After all, not everyone has alcohol, and there are few people who drink and make trouble.

"What did the foreign bank say?"

After chatting for a while, Zhang Heng asked about the business.

Zhang Zhenhu wiped his mouth and whispered, "It's already ordered. The foreigners said that things will arrive within three days, and they will be delivered by truck."

"truck!"

Zhang Heng nodded.

He came to the Republic of China for a few days and had not seen a car.

However, foreigners must have cars. This is also an important means for a foreign company to cover the channels within a province.

"Grandpa, I still want to eat."

"Chun Wazi, you can't eat any more, it will kill you."

"Grandpa, I'm still hungry."

Just as he was talking, a conversation sounded in his ears.

Zhang Heng looked back and found that they were a pair of grandfathers and granddaughters, and the youngest granddaughter was only seven or eight years old.

"Huzi, go and say hello to the stove. The person who adds the meal should brighten his stomach, but don't kill him."

Zhang Heng only remembered when he saw this scene. This year, everyone has not been able to eat enough for a long time. He set up the running water table and let everyone eat whatever he wanted. Maybe it would kill people.

After all, under long-term hunger, the brain will give us the illusion that we are hungry when we are full.

If you continue to eat under such circumstances, you will die if you don’t know what to say. Throughout the ages, when you say that you die when you eat, it’s mostly a situation where you don’t have enough to eat for a long time, and then you eat a meal.

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Zhang Zhenhu also understood that the taste was coming, put down the tableware and chopsticks and left.

For a time, there were shouts everywhere: "Everyone take good care of the child, the child is greedy, don't let it die."

(End of this chapter)