The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 11

Eat a running water feast, and eat until more than four o'clock in the afternoon.

Because they said hello in advance, there were some who suffered and none died.

But there are a few, because they have not been exposed to oil and water for a long time, they ate it suddenly, and they vomited and diarrhoea.

"Patriarch, this is the mushroom I picked from the mountain. I'll give you a taste."

"Patriarch, this is honey from my man. It's sweet to drink with water."

"Patriarch, this is the mouse I caught. You can take it back and bake it. Mom, why are you beating me? The mouse is delicious when baked. Ouch, why are you still beating me!"

On the way down, Zhang Heng strolled around the town.

Just like someone's new daughter-in-law, everyone is more enthusiastic about him.

Even the mouse is loved by the little dolls. After all, the little doll can catch mice, but the existence of the king of children is very popular in the town.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Passing by a house, before getting close, I heard a cough inside.

"Whose house is this?"

Zhang Heng stopped.

Zhang Zhentian replied, "It's Mrs. Liu's house. Mrs. Liu's son went to serve in the army, and he never came back. His daughter-in-law also ran away with others. There is only a teenage granddaughter left in the family to live with each other. It was very hard. It rained a while ago, and Mrs. Liu caught a cold, so the illness has not come back, and it has been half a month since then, so I have been working like this, and I don’t know if I can survive it.”

In ancient times, being sick was a fatal thing.

When people are sick, they usually endure it by themselves.

Mrs. Liu is even worse. She lives with her little granddaughter, and it is expected that the family will not be able to pay for medical treatment.

I've been sick for half a month now, and I'm still an old man. Who knows when to go.

"Xiao Kui, go and call the man in the town."

Zhang Heng has always been accompanied by people, among them Zhang Dan is the driver, and Dakui and Xiaokui are the bodyguards.

After Xiaokui went to call someone, Zhang Heng asked again, "Are there many sick people in the town?"

"Some, mostly colds, fevers, etc., are served by family members."

After Zhang Zhentian finished speaking, he added: "There are not many like Mrs. Liu."

"There are not many, that is, there are a few."

Zhang Heng sighed: "Let's go back and let the boss go around one by one. It's time to get the medicine. If you don't have money, you can put it on my account first. If you can't afford it, it's fine. drag."

"Patriarch Zhang."

After a little effort, the man in the town came.

Zhang Heng shared his thoughts with Lang Zhong, and added: "Go back and get a free clinic in the town, go door-to-door, and help everyone check their health. If there are not enough staff, I will invite a few Lang Zhong from the county town to come back. Are you There should be other seniors and brothers in the town, please invite them, and the consultation fee will be counted for me."

"Patriarch Zhang, you are truly a living Bodhisattva."

Gu Langzhong sighed sincerely.

"Come on, go in quickly, I won't go, the old, the young, the people who don't know, think I'm showing favor and expecting others to set up a longevity archway for me."

Zhang Heng put down the words and quickly left with his hands behind his back.

After a while, a girl was chased out of the hospital.

It's a pity that Zhang Heng has long since gone away at this time. Otherwise, if I write it according to the female frequency, it should be the drama that the cold-blooded madman falls in love with me later.

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The next afternoon.

Three green pickup trucks drove into the town.

The arms Zhang Zhenhu ordered from the foreign firm arrived earlier than expected, and the leader was a red-haired ghost that people in the small town had never seen before.

"350 rods of Mauser 1898, 42 yuan per rod."

"Fifty General Officers 1911, 70 yuan each."

"The weapons are already here, including the 100 rounds of bullets that come with each gun, and the [-] rounds of bullets you ordered, a total of [-] oceans."

The red-haired ghost's Chinese language is good, and it seems that he is a Chinese speaker.

There were many people like him in the early days of the Republic of China. They worked as erdao dealers and were the guests of many warlords.

"This cooperation is just the beginning, and I hope we have more cooperation in the future."

Zhang Heng personally met the ghost guy.

From the conversation, he learned that the red-haired ghost is called John, from San Francisco, and currently works for a German firm.

The only regret is that he is a Jew. Although World War II has not yet broken out, anti-Semitic sentiment has begun to germinate in Germany, and John is destined to be unable to go further in the foreign companies run by the Germans.

Of course, this is something.

For now, John is regarded as the third head of Deutsche Handong and has a lot of power.

This time I will lead the team here, not for the business of [-] oceans, but I want to see Zhang Heng, a rich man who has returned from Nanyang. He believes that Zhang Heng's potential must be more than [-] oceans.

"Cousin, the gun has arrived, and the matter of the militia must be done immediately."

"First, we will gather 30 people who have been to the county seat with us, and then recruit 320 people from the clan. The young people who are 17 to 25 years old, loyal and honest, and obey the command, will each fire a long gun and start training tomorrow. "

"Good practice, promoted to squad leader, fire the pistol."

"If you don't practice well, pack your things and get out. I don't support idlers here."

"Anyone who joins the militia group will be given 2 yuan a month to manage two meals."

"By the way, don't forget to report to the county. The brand of the militia group doesn't cost much, but it can be linked to the county, which will be much more convenient when doing business."

Zhang Heng called Zhang Zhentian and Zhang Zhenhu over.

After the militia group was established, he was naturally the head of the group.

Zhang Zhentian and Zhang Zhenhu are his deputy heads, responsible for logistics and daily training issues.

"One more thing."

"Our Zhang family used to have seven clan elders, but now that the old clan chief has retired, there are only eight."

"When you go to the county tomorrow, you will go to the silver building to make eight golden dragon-headed walking sticks and come back, and then go to the cloth shop to buy ten pieces of good cloth, and invite some tailors to make some robes and jackets for the eight clan elders."

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.

(End of this chapter)