The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 2 Isn't my money delicious?
three days later.

A rickshaw was running down a country road.

Zhang Heng sat in the car with a suitcase by his hand.

The person pulling the cart was a bare-backed middle-aged man with a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

"Master Zhang, you are so lucky today that you met me. Otherwise, if you leave the city in the afternoon, ordinary people would not dare to pull you."

"Why, isn't my money good?"

Zhang Heng is very strange.

"It's not about the money, it's because of the recent zombie outbreak. If I can't make it back late one day, my life will have to be left outside." The driver replied.

"Zombie?"

Zhang Heng was stunned.

No, he came to the Republic of China to make money. Why is the Republic of China here so terrifying, and there are zombies infested, did he come to the wrong place?

"Really or not, have you seen it?"

Zhang Heng frowned.

"How can I see it, and if I see it, I can still survive?" The driver pulled the foreign car, panting heavily: "But someone has seen it before. The stench can be smelled more than ten meters away, which scares people to death."

"is it?"

Zhang Heng was skeptical.

Because he heard people say that during the Republic of China, some people used superstition and pretended to be corpse hunters to transport opium/pium.

Those corpse hunters and so-called zombies are all disguised as living people, and even the smell of corpses is a dead mouse prepared in advance.

Therefore, Zhang Heng listened three points to the coachman's statement and believed it two points.

"Master Zhang, Dagou Town is here."

Along the way, a small town came into view.

This is the Dagou Town in the Republic of China, the birthplace of the Zhang family in Yangjiang.

Zhang Heng had already inquired about it when he was in the county seat. Although this is the period of the Republic of China in a parallel world, many places are still suitable.

For example, there is Dagou Town, and there is the Zhang family in Dagou Town. The patriarch of this generation of Zhang family is called Zhang Dahai.

As for Zhang Heng, he is a direct descendant of Zhang Dahai, so he should call Zhang Dahai the ancestor.

With this pair, everything is fine.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhang Heng got off the foreign car and pressed a Yuan Datou on the car: "This is the money for the car, and the rest is for your reward. I will go to the tea shed in Zhenkou for a while to have a cup of tea and rest."

Normally, even if you take a rickshaw for a journey of more than ten miles, ten copper coins "Tong Yuan" are enough.

A piece of ocean, that is 100 copper plates, can buy 100 catties of millet, which is not a small sum of money.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir."

The coachman thanked him again and again, and went away full of joy.

With this Yuan Datou, he can invite the shopkeeper Liu of Cuiyunju to drink and send his eldest son to be an apprentice.

Although the apprentice has no wages, but the restaurant manages the food and manages, and can pack some leftovers every few days. In this era of chaos, it is necessary to sharpen the head.

"Dagou Town in the Republic of China was even poorer than I thought!"

into town.

Carrying the box, Zhang Heng walked around the town twice.

Dagou Town has a large population. There are more than 2 people in the town alone, and [-] to [-] people including the villages below.

It's just that it's not related to the wealthy. There is only one main street in the whole town, which is still prosperous, and some shops and the like support it.

Going deeper, the more you go, the poorer you get.

Yellow-faced and skinny old people, naked children, women with disheveled faces, and men with the same hemp stick can be seen everywhere.

Apparently, the people here can't even get enough to eat.

However, it is not surprising that at the time of the war between the warlords, Yuan Datou was proclaimed emperor and Puyi was restored only two years ago.

Now it is even more noisy, even the government has two.

One is the Beiyang government in the north, and the other is the Republic of China government in the south.

A large group of warlords are united under these two signs. Today you hit me, tomorrow I hit you, and it is normal for the city to change the king's flag.

Under such circumstances, in some places, county magistrates can be changed three or four times a year. Today, when a warlord comes to power, a large group of county magistrates will take over tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow, a general falls, and the officials he appoints are no longer counted.

Being an official changes like a revolving lantern, and it's no wonder that all kinds of extortionate and miscellaneous taxes can be reduced.

"Is this the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall?"

Turning left and right, Zhang Heng finally came to a decent place.

This is the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall.

The ancestral hall represents the face of the clan.

No matter how poor a place is, the ancestral hall will be repaired in a decent manner. If even the ancestral hall is dilapidated, it means that this tribe is not far from disintegration.

"Lady, who are you looking for?"

There is an old tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and under the tree sit several old people enjoying the cool air.

"A few elders."

Zhang Heng bowed first, and then said: "Junior Zhang Heng, my father is Zhang Daxian who went to Nanyang, a few of them should be the elders of the Zhang family, please let the family know that Zhang Daxian's descendants are back. , I want to recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors."

"Zhang Daxian?"

"Oh, after he's gone for decades, there's no news of him. We thought he died outside."

"What is dead, alive, how unlucky."

"Yeah, Daxian's descendants are back, don't say such things, but Daxian should be over 60 this year, why does his son look like he's only in his 20s?"

Several old people gathered together and muttered.

As for whether Zhang Heng is a descendant of Zhang Daxian, no one doubts this.

Because Zhang Heng was wearing a white suit and a gold watch on his chest, he looked like a rich young master from a wealthy family.

Whose children in the whole Dagou Town can wear this dress, if it is not for the descendants of Zhang Daxian who made a fortune in Nanyang, they must not be the sons of the county towns, go to the countryside to entertain these old men.

The phrase "recognizing the ancestors and returning to the clan" was not a joke in the clan era.

"Where are the descendants of Zhang Daxian?"

After half an hour.

A lot of people came to watch the fun, and the main lord finally appeared.

Youzu was afraid that Zhang Heng didn't know him, so he helped him introduce: "This is Zhang Dahai, the head of the Zhang family. In general, you should call him uncle, he is your father's cousin. Before you went to Nanyang, you Dad was the closest to him in town."

"Hello cousin, Zhang Heng, the younger generation, is the son of Zhang Daxian. I'm an old man. I just came back from Nanyang today, and I'm going to recognize my ancestors and return to the clan."

Zhang Heng is of course no stranger to Zhang Dahai.

From modern theory, Zhang Dahai is his ancestor, grandfather's grandfather's father.

Zhang Heng knew more about the middle-aged man who supported Zhang Dahai.

This is his grandfather and grandfather Zhang Zhentian, Zhang Heng saw his photo at home.

Of course, recognized is recognized.

However, Zhang Heng couldn't have any superfluous expressions, because the transmigration thing couldn't be leaked.

Although it's a little awkward to call his ancestor uncle, but he will adapt slowly. In the future, in the Republic of China, he can only be Zhang Heng, the descendant of Zhang Daxian who returned from Nanyang, and he can't do anything to make trouble for himself.

"Zhang Heng."

The old patriarch nodded again and again: "Okay, that's great. The year Daxian left was during the Guangxu period. He was poor at that time, and in addition to the natural disasters, many people starved to death. Daxian was full of enthusiasm and went as soon as he gritted his teeth. After leaving Nanyang, after careful calculation, 40 years have passed in a flash, and I have always missed him very much."

The old patriarch seems to talk to others again, and it seems to talk to himself again.

After speaking, he pulled Zhang Heng's hand tightly and asked, "How is your father, how is your health?"

According to the real historical situation, Zhang Daxian died of illness soon after he went to Nanyang, let alone a wealthy businessman.

It's just because of the current conditions that people in Dagou Town have never received news of Zhang Daxian's death. It wasn't until after the millennium that Zhang's family organized overseas relatives to find out about this past event in Malaysia.

But that happened 80 years later, and now Zhang Heng says that he is a descendant of Zhang Daxian who returned from Nanyang, and no one can object: "Uncle, there is a plague in Nanyang, and I am the only one left at home .”

"When my father was leaving, he took my hand and kept saying to me, let me come back and return to the family tree. We don't have our roots overseas."

Zhang Heng wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and soon burst into tears.

Seeing Zhang Heng's red eyes, Zhang Dahai himself choked and said, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back, this is your home forever."

The old patriarch nodded, and the rest was easy.

The first is the place to live. Before Zhang Daxian left overseas, he gave the house to the clan.

The old house is still there, just in disrepair and a little leaky.

Zhang Heng doesn't dislike it either. He can live in temporarily if he finds someone to repair it, and he can start a new house when he needs it later.

When the house was repaired in the afternoon, Zhang Zhentian, the son of the old patriarch, took care of it.

Zhang Zhentian is middle-aged, in his thirties, he speaks confidently and loudly.

For this elder, Zhang Heng has a good impression.

Because according to the records of the genealogy, the old patriarch will resign from the position of the patriarch in a few years.

Among the people of the clan, Zhang Zhentian, the patriarch, could not be better. He was righteous and prudent in his work. The most rare thing was that he was able to level a bowl of water and had a chivalrous style.

"Brother Heng, you are new here, so you probably don't know much about your family."

"Our Dagou Town is very large and has a large population, but everyone is very united, and we can't write two sheets in one stroke."

"On the clan side, now your cousin is in charge, and the elders of the big-character generation are in charge."

"Further down, it is the Zhenzi generation, and then the Xingzi generation."

"Looking at your name, it should not be sorted according to the genealogy, otherwise you should be called Zhang Zhenheng."

"But this is the Republic of China, so it's not that particular about it anymore."

"The sky is high and the earth is big. There are many people in the clan who don't need to revitalize Huaxia. After all, it's not easy to name them."

While repairing the roof, Zhang Zhentian was talking to his little cousin, Zhang Heng.

I don't know why, but the more he looked at Zhang Heng, the more pleasing to the eye, and he liked this little cousin from the bottom of his heart.

But I can't say why. Could it be fate?
(End of this chapter)