Film and Television: Starting from the Journey to Guandong

Chapter 33: Teach me a lesson
Zhu Chuanren has a different view:

"Dad, why are there strong and weak in this world?"

"What?" Zhu Kaishan was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what his son meant.

"Oh, Dad, if you want to achieve your goal, you have to convince others. Only when they convince you will they sacrifice their lives for you. Is that the truth?"

Zhu Kaishan nodded subconsciously, and there was nothing wrong with saying that.

"Then you think, who would obey a person who shakes the bandage of a little kid?"

Zhu Kaishan opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

"Dad, troubled times require the use of heavy instruments, and Lao Jin Gou is a place where people eat people. Only by conquering those who can be used by us as soon as possible can we achieve our goals faster, what do you think?"

Zhu Kaishan originally wanted to persuade Zhu Chuanren to learn patience, but he didn't expect that Zhu Chuanren would teach him a lesson.

But what Zhu Chuanren said makes sense. The word "tolerance" has a knife in the head. If you want to learn to be patient, you have to learn to stab the knife into your own heart. How painful it is!
Besides, why should you hurt yourself to help others?
After a while, he smiled bitterly and said:

"San'er, you've really grown up."

"Dad, let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk about business. I just observed that after the Jin Fus report is over, at least half of the officers and soldiers will withdraw, and then there will be only about 20 people left. It will not be difficult to deal with! "

Zhu Kaishan nodded:

"It's easy to talk to 20 people. If we can control Jin Fu, these 20 people will be our meat. We can eat them whenever we want."

Seeing that Zhu Kaishan had recovered his condition, Zhu Chuanren said:

"The key is to block the information. After killing these officers and soldiers, we must ensure that the information will not be sent out in a short time."

Zhu Kaishan put his hands behind his back and looked towards the river:

"It's easy to say. The key is gold. I suspect there are bandits' spies here. Once gold is found, the news will spread to the bandits."

Chuanren squinted his eyes and looked at the wooden house:
"That's why I want to use the big gold grain to establish my power. If necessary, I will kill one or two with my own hands, so as to scare the monkeys!"

Zhu Kaishan took a breath of cold air:
"San'er, you made killing so simple when you were in your hometown, didn't you?"

Zhu Chuanren felt a little helpless:
"Dad, did mother tell you something?"

Zhu Kaishan nodded:
"Your mother didn't know the specific situation, so she told me about your entry into the mountains. Did you kill all the bandits?"

Zhu Chuanren neither admitted nor denied, but instead said:

"Those bandits usually rob homes and do all kinds of evil. Death is not a pity."

"You" Zhu Kaishan, although he had already made a guess, was still unwilling to accept it.

"Chuanren, you are confused!" Zhu Kaishan couldn't blame him. After all, he hadn't been home for four years, and the family really couldn't open the pot. It was a good thing for Chuanren to stand up at this time.

However, he really didn't want his son to become a butcher.

Seemingly guessing Zhu Kaishan's thoughts, Chuanren consoled him:
"Dad, don't worry, I will never kill innocent people indiscriminately. Those I kill are all those who are useless to the country and guilty of the people."

Zhu Kaishan knew that he could not persuade his independent son, so he could only sigh and said:
"As long as you have an idea, I won't say more. What do you want to do next?"

"I'll go to the tavern tonight to see if I can get any useful information. Also, dad, based on your experience, is there any gold in the river in front of us?"

If there is no gold, wouldn't it be in vain?

Zhu Kaishan pointed to the bend of the river not far away and said:

"See there?"

Zhu Chuanren glanced at his finger:
"I saw it, is there anything special?"

"Remember one sentence, there must be gold at the bend of the river. The faster the water in the bend, the more gold there will be."

Zhu Chuanren squinted his eyes for a long time. At this time, the ice on the river had not completely melted. The ice cover was very thick, but where the edges had melted, one could see the rapid flow of water. "It seems that God has been kind to us!" Zhu Chuanren said meaningfully.

He has a little more confidence in his plan!

Gold is the basis of the entire plan. Without gold, he would not have gone to such a remote mountain and forest to endure hardships!
That night, Zhu Chuanren came to the only tavern in Laojingou alone. The proprietress, the black girl, saw this handsome young man and invited him in enthusiastically:

"My little brother has a good face. This is the first time I have seen such a handsome young man like you in all my years in Laojingou."

Zhu Chuanren chuckled and said:

"Lady boss, bring me a pot of hot wine and two side dishes."

"Okay, you can find a place to sit. Come right here."

The wine is kept scalding in hot water, and when guests come, it can be served directly.

There is no heating equipment in Laojingou. After drinking a pot of hot wine, a wave of heat will rise from the lower abdomen. This is the best way to keep warm.

Zhu Chuanren had a pot of wine each and two plates of side dishes, drinking silently.

Guy Lao Guozi is busy inside and outside.

An old man was singing Guandong drums at the counter. What he was singing was the tragic story of the Boxer Rebellion. Zhu Chuanren also heard Zhu Kaishan's name from the opera and thought to himself:
It seems that his father is really a hero.

Listening to the big drums evoked a sense of tragedy in their hearts, and several guests couldn't help but burst into tears.

Suddenly, a group of Qing soldiers broke into the tavern. They all looked fierce and looked like prisoners.

The drummer was silent, and his men quickly packed up the drum and ran away.

Zhu Chuanren felt very at ease. He took a sip of wine calmly, picked up a peanut, and chewed it slowly.

The Qing soldiers patrolled back and forth with one hand holding their swords. The leader asked the boss's wife, the big black girl:

"Is there anyone waiting?"

The big black girl waved her hands repeatedly and said with a smile:

"No, no, absolutely not. They are all here to dig for gold. The old people all know each other, and the new ones have all signed up at the gold cabinet. Don't worry, sir."

The team leader ignored the big black girl’s smiling face and still said with a straight face:

"If you see someone suspicious, remember to report it to the police immediately. If you dare to hide it, I will chop you alive!"

How dare the big black girl refuse? She looked frightened:

"sure!"

The leader snorted and led the team out of the tavern. As the footsteps gradually faded away, the guests regained their interest. Unfortunately, the opera singer left, which was somewhat disappointing.

The big black girl came to Zhu Chuanren's table with a rag in her hand, pretended to wipe the table, and casually chatted:
"This little brother looks unfamiliar, he must have just come here, right?"

Zhu Chuanren took a sip of the wine, and it felt warm and spicy in his throat, but his body was warm.

When he heard the big black girl talking, he said without raising his head:

"The boss lady is asking for information for the official so quickly?"

The big black girl was stunned and quickly smiled:

"What are you talking about, little brother? Isn't this just because you are bored alone and chatting with you?"

Zhu Chuanren smiled and said nothing, and he dared to show off this little trick in front of him.

(End of this chapter)