The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 9 Arm Yourself
"When you come to me, forget the previous name."

"Ma Cuihua changed her name to Dongmei. I hope you will always be carefree in the future. I don't know what troubles are."

"Wang Xiliu changed its name to Chunliu. I hope you can dance with the wind like the willow tree in spring and be graceful and graceful."

"Song Qiunan changed his name to Qiu Ju, and I hope you, like Neng Chrysanthemum, will be healthy, live a long life, and bring good luck."

After Zhang Heng finished speaking to the three of them, he looked at An Yuyu who was like a little tiger: "Your name is Xia Zhu, Zhu has the nickname of an ancient gentleman, and he is the most powerful. It matches you very well."

"I"

Anyuyu resisted a little.

Zhang Heng was not angry, but said indifferently: "You should know exactly what kind of person your father is."

"If you run away, next time you run out of rice at home, he will sell it again."

"This time you met me. If you met a fat head, or was sold to a cave, have you thought about your fate?"

An Yuyu's face was pale.

At the age of 15, she was already a big girl in ancient times. Of course, she knew what a cave was.

"People, learn to accept fate."

"If you think you can stay, then stay. If you can't, I can afford the 20 yuan. I won't stop you."

"If you want to leave, you have to decide for yourself. The twisted melon is not sweet, and I am afraid that I will sleep at night. Who will suddenly give me two knives."

Zhang Heng is calm.

In chaotic times, there is no shortage of two-legged people. There is a white ocean, and I am afraid that no one will call me.

Although An Yuyu looks good, looks are worthless in troubled times.

An Yuyu looked confused.

She didn't want to be sold in her heart. When things came to an end, let her go, and she didn't know where to go.

She must not be able to return home. Now the army is in chaos, where can she go as a little girl, even if she is not starved to death on the road, I am afraid it will not end well.

"Master, can I still be called An Yuyu?"

An Yuyu decided not to leave, but she didn't want to be called Xia Zhu, that name was too ugly.

"Leave?"

An Yuyu was silent.

"Leave?"

Zhang Heng asked again.

An Yuyu knew that he couldn't hide, bit his lip and said, "I'll stay, but I don't want to be called Xiazhu, I'm Yuyu."

Zhang Heng shook his head: "You can stay. You want to be called Xia Zhu. Whether you can get your name back in the future depends on your performance."

An Yuyu's eyes were filled with tears, but after all, her arms couldn't twist her thighs.

"Brother Heng, I'm back."

It was already dark, and Zhang Zhenhu came back with a red face.

Zhang Heng knew at a glance that he had gained a lot, and asked, "Is it clear?"

"To be clear, Hanyang made 26 yuan, the German Mauser 1898 is 42 yuan, and the American 1917 is 40 yuan. These three are long guns. Buy a gun and get 100 rounds of bullets."

"The short ones are mainly American-made 1911 generals' pistols, which cost 70 yuan."

"The Mauser 1896 Box Cannon is cheaper at 65 bucks."

"If you buy old guns or obsolete guns in stock, the price can be cheaper. Take the 1888 Committee as an example, a shot only costs 16 yuan, and this is what warlords in various places mainly use."

Zhang Zhenhu repeated what he had heard.

"Is it in stock?"

Zhang Heng asked.

Zhang Zhenhu replied: "If you have cash, you will have cash, and the major foreign firms will point to this to make a fortune."

Zhang Heng nodded, and after a little thought, he said, "You can go again tomorrow and discuss it with the people from the foreign firm. I said that my Zhang family in Dagou Town will order 350 Mausers and 50 1911 General Officers' pistols. Take 5 rounds of ziyu, and let the people from Yangxing come over within three days."

After speaking, Zhang Heng asked again, "Can you pay by cash on delivery?"

"Yes, the people from Yangxing are not afraid that we will not give money."

Zhang Zhenhu's answer was neat and tidy, but after speaking, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Heng, do we need so many guns, is this a lot of money?"

"A lot?"

Zhang Heng had an account in his heart: "I still think it's too little."

When he first came back, although he had the reputation of a wealthy Nanyang businessman, he did not reveal much real money.

Now it is different. He has already revealed his wealth. If he does not hurry up to set up the militia group, I am afraid that he should have a life idea.

This money can't be saved. There are hundreds of guns. With a little training, you don't have to worry about bandits and bullies anymore. People are safe and you can think about the future.

As for the reality, he still has some money in his hand, and he is not in a hurry to use it.

The most important thing right now is to get the Republic of China in order. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but after the beginning is done, it is easy.

The years are quiet.

In the blink of an eye, it was three days.

Bang bang bang bang
Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, the whole Dagou Town was full of joy, even more lively than the festival.

Every villager gets up early in the morning.

They have already heard that starting today, there will be a three-day running water table at the entrance of the ancestral hall to celebrate the return of Mr. Zhang Heng, who has returned from Nanyang, to the family tree.

"Fire the cannon, fire the cannon!"

Children are more excited than adults.

One by one, they followed behind the parade of firecrackers, happily picking up firecrackers that didn't explode. Whoever picked up the most was the prettiest boy.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

After the blast, the singers began to perform on stage.

Young and old, gathered together in twos and threes, occasionally pointing at the characters on the stage, occasionally twitching their noses twice, and looking at the cauldron that was propped up along the smell.

In that pot, meat is being stewed.

Stewed pork with potatoes, let alone eating it, saliva will come down just by smelling it.

"Yeah!"

The old patriarch Zhang Dahai, leaning on crutches, looked at everything in front of him, and the smile on his face never stopped.

"Grandpa Patriarch, are we going to eat meat today?"

A group of six or seven-year-old urchins circled around Zhang Dahai.

Zhang Dahai nodded with a smile: "Eat the meat, let go and eat, it's enough."

Dagou Town is a poor place, it is not easy to starve to death, and there are a few people who eat meat until they are full.

Not to mention other people, even Zhang Dahai himself, usually can't eat much meat and fish.

The head of a clan is still like this, not to mention other people.

"Come on, Brother Heng is here."

There was a stir in the crowd.

From a distance, Zhang Heng, in a long robe and a jacket, walked over accompanied by Dakui and Xiaokui.

"Brother Heng!"

No one in the crowd shouted.

"Brother Heng!"

"Brother Heng!!"

Everyone shouted, and countless people rushed to greet him.

Zhang Heng waved his hand to indicate that there were too many people, and it was impossible to respond one by one.

"coming."

The old patriarch looked at Zhang Heng with a smile on his face.

"Patriarch."

Zhang Heng bowed his head in respect.

"Da Xian's descendants are good, he is a good and sensible boy."

"Yeah, our Zhang family hasn't been so lively for a long time. This is a breakthrough."

There are many clan elders standing behind the old patriarch.

The clan elders are getting older one by one, standing in the first row with the help of their younger generation.

The oldest among them is a senior ancestor who is more than 100 years old sitting on a carry-on bed.

This old ancestor was born in the Daoguang period and is 103 years old this year. He is a member of the clan.

"Burning Incense!"

"Burning paper!"

"Read, worship the ancestors!!"

Normally, when the clan members return to the family tree, it is enough to have the testimony of the patriarch and three clan elders.

Zhang Heng's treatment is in time for the ten-year festival.

No, it is even more grand than the ten-year festival.

During the ten-year festival, only two pig heads were placed. It was not like now, not to mention the three animals gathered together, but also invited the opera troupe and ate the running water feast.

"Today is the day when our clan, Zhang Heng, returns to the genealogy. I want to say a few words here."

The ancestral hall has three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded by people.

In the ancestral hall sits the clan elders, in the courtyard stands the older generation of the big character generation, and outside the courtyard is the mainstay of the Zhenzi generation.

As for the descendants of the Chinese character generation, they didn't even have the qualifications to approach the ancestral hall, so they could only look around eagerly.

"I, Zhang Dahai, have been the patriarch for 30 years."

"Speaking of which, I'm sorry for you."

"Under my leadership, the Zhang clan has been able to get by, and even this ancestral hall has been repaired from the east and the east. I wanted to overhaul it once, but after several years of thinking, I couldn't do it. I'm not a good patriarch."

The old patriarch's eyes were red.

"Patriarch, everyone knows your hard work."

"Yeah, in the past few decades, it has been either a rioting of soldiers or a bandit trouble. It is not easy for people to live."

The elders beat their chests and sighed.

"Natural and man-made disasters are true."

"It's not a lie that I didn't lead you to a good life."

"My patriarch should feel guilty, so in front of everyone today, I have a rash idea."

The old patriarch looked at Zhang Heng.

(End of this chapter)