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On the way back to Niugou, Zhu Chuanren did not dare to take the main road for fear of being bumped into by Lu Taishan.

The front leg also said that he was in Erlong Mountain, and the back leg appeared in Yuanbao Town. Even if Zhu Chuanren had wings on his back, Lu Taishan probably wouldn't believe it.

When things have progressed to this point, we can't lose the big for the small.

He sneaked out of Yuanbao Town and took to the country road, then he galloped back to the Zhu family's mansion.

As soon as he entered the door, he was blocked by Kong Laoer. He handed the horse to the groom and led him down to feed it. He put his hands behind his back and asked:
"what happened?"

"There is a letter from the mountain, Third Young Master, you will never guess what Lu Pixiu's goods are."

"What?" Zhu Chuanren was curious.

"The leathers are all fine leathers."

Zhu Chuanren paused:
"leather?"

"Yes, there are bear skins, wolf skins, tiger skins, everything. There can be hundreds of them, as well as tiger whips, bull whips, etc., there are also dozens of them."

Zhu Chuanren was shocked:
"so much?"

"Yes, Peng Xigui sent a message saying that the two carts of goods can be sold for more than a dozen gold bars in total."

Although beast skins are rare, they are not expensive. On the contrary, one piece of tiger whip can be exchanged for four or five skins. If it is shipped to the customs, the price will continue to rise.

Of course, if you don’t know about a single piece, it won’t be able to handle the large quantity. What would the buyer do with such a large-scale transportation?

Zhu Chuanren thought of Xia Yuanzhang again. He was also investing heavily in fur. Could there be real business opportunities?
But he always felt that it was not that simple. If this phenomenon occurred before winter, he would not think too much about it. But when is it now, spring, when fur is the least valuable, why is there suddenly such a large demand?

You must know that wild beasts will hoard a large amount of food before winter, and they will eat as much as possible. This is the same as humans gaining weight in autumn. At that time, their fur is of the best quality and is shiny and smooth.

But now, after a whole winter, the fat has been used up, and most animals will be as thin as lightning. Naturally, their fur will not be beautiful, dry and not shiny.

When things go wrong, there must be monsters. Zhu Chuanren suddenly thought of those fraud gangs that engage in pyramid schemes in later generations.

Their idea of ​​​​operation is to first hype up the popularity of an item in the market, and make up any reason. As long as someone follows up, they can sell the originally worthless item.

This group of people is never willing to fight. They will leave after harvesting a wave and repeat the same operation in another place.

Zhu Chuanren had an intuition that he might meet the founder of the domestic fraud industry.

"Three young masters?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Kong Laoer reminded him.

"Oh, if you like this, go and find out if anyone is buying furs in the market, and focus on outsiders."

Kong Laoer was puzzled:

"Why are you asking about this?"

"I think there's something wrong with this. Shopkeeper Xia is also betting on fur."

Kong Laoer reacted:

"Do you suspect someone is plotting something secretly?"

"Well, go check it out. Although you didn't cheat me, it might be profitable."

"As expected of the third young master, the reincarnation of Wenquxing and the God of Wealth."

When he saw Zhu Chuanren's unkind eyes, Kong Laoer shrank his neck:
"I'm going right now."

This kid, Zhu Chuanren laughed and shook his head.

Kong Laoer has recently been turning into the number one horse boy, mainly because he is efficient in doing things and can occasionally flatter Zhu Chuanren to make Zhu Chuanren happy. If there is no need for such a horse boy, who else can be used?

However, he felt unhappy when he thought about someone plotting something secretly.

He already regarded Yuanbao Town as his own back garden, and it was really annoying that someone was acting recklessly in his own territory.

The most important thing is that when I first arrived, I knew how to visit the pier. These people didn't know anything about it. They didn't even pay a share of the money and just wanted to cause trouble. Do you really think that Young Master Zhu San didn't dare to kill anyone?
Two days later, the big news in Erlong Mountain was discussed on the streets of Yuanbao Town. A group of people talked about it as if they had witnessed Zhu Chuanren leading his team to attack Erlong Mountain.

"Have you heard? Young Master Zhu San was entrusted by Master Lu to lead a team to Erlong Mountain to rescue the hostages. As a result, Master Peng's family resisted tenaciously. The two families fought fiercely and the scene was filled with blood."

"Really or not? Master Zhu San is so powerful? Can he fight against bandits?"

"You're not from Yuanbao Town, are you?"

"Um~ I didn't dare to ask, how did you find out?"

"Everyone in Yuanbao Town knows how powerful the third young master is. Many years ago, when he was only a teenager, he led a team to wipe out the bandits in the vicinity one by one, let alone now."

"That's right. According to you, isn't Erlongshan more powerful and able to fight Master Zhu San back and forth?"

"You can't say that. I've been to Erlong Mountain. It's easy to defend but difficult to attack. Without heavy weapons, let alone private guards, even the regular army of the imperial court will have a hard time breaking in."

"Then, the third young master is already very powerful."

"No, I also heard that Peng Xile, the second head of Erlong Mountain, who was Peng Xigui's biological brother, died in the conflict."

"Hey, why don't Peng Xigui go crazy?"

"I don't know then. Anyway, the two sides are now at loggerheads."

Before the words could be finished, an old man beside him interjected:

"Your news is out of date! The latest news is that Mr. Peng gave in and agreed to release him, but the previously seized goods will not be returned."

"Let people go?"

"Don't you know? Why did Master Lu ask the Third Young Master to take action? It was not because his family's caravan was detained by Erlong Mountain. There was a person in the caravan who was Master Lu's nephew. Later, the housekeeper of the Lu family was also detained. Lu The master had no choice but to ask the third young master for help."

"Then the third young master must have won this battle, otherwise we can't let him go, right?"

"I'm sure I won, but I just don't know why Master Peng is still holding on to the Lu family's goods."

"I estimate that even if we win, it will be a miserable victory, but Young Master Zhu San doesn't want both sides to suffer losses in Erlongshan's fight, so the two parties reached an agreement. The people will be returned, but the goods will continue to be withheld."

Don't tell me, this person's guess is accurate. This is the story Zhu Chuanren wants the public to accept.

No, Lu Taishan burst into tears of gratitude to Zhu Chuanren after receiving the news.

As for Peng Xigui's request for 20 gold bars for that batch of goods, he gritted his teeth and admitted it. There was no other way. The goods were more important than the gold bars.

Zhu Chuanren kept 20 of the 10 gold bars, and gave the rest to Peng Xigui to make a living with him. He could not let his work go in vain.

Lu Taishan was afraid that Peng Xigui would renege on his promise, so he brought gold bars to ask Zhu Chuanren to help him trade with the other party. For this reason, he suffered heavy bleeding again and gave Zhu Chuanren 2 gold bars as a reward, which was worthy of the name of "Lively Pixiu".

The Xie family's mansion was also sold at a price of 300 taels of gold. As for how he and Mrs. Zhang would divide it, Zhu Chuanren didn't care. Anyway, the mansion was successfully transferred to his name, and the matter was concluded.

Zhu Chuanren was in a great mood after successfully acquiring a super mansion at a bargain price. He immediately arranged for craftsmen to come in and do the necessary repairs and maintenance. He expected to find an auspicious day to officially move in a month later.

In June, the temperature gradually rises, and the scorching sun hangs in the sky at noon, making people's scalp feel hot.

Zhu Chuanren is extremely looking forward to the arrival in two years, when he can shave his head openly.

This damn whip is not only smelly, but also uncomfortable. Whoever keeps it will know.

I got up early in the morning, now Xin'er and Cui'er were waiting on me, I put on my clothes and went to the small restaurant in the back hall to have a meal.

The breakfast is light and delicious, including millet porridge, a few side dishes, exquisite meat buns, plus fruits and snacks, and the Eight Immortals table is full.

There are many varieties, but the quantity is not large.

This was also Zhu Chuanren's special request. He was not short of money, but he never wasted or extravagant. No matter what kind of food he had, he could enjoy every meal.

Compared to his rough eating appearance, Xin'er eats much more elegantly, and the way Xiaojiabiyu eats is pleasing to the eye.

Every morning when I dine in front of such a beauty, I can drink two more bowls of porridge.

But he ate a little fast today, and Xin'er couldn't help but ask:

"Ms. sir, why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'll have something to do later. You can take Tweety to the cloth shop today, take some good cloth to make some new clothes, and make some for Tweety as well."

Cui'er said a blessing and thanked her happily:

"Thank you sir."

"I won't make any. I just made a batch a while ago."

"The weather is hot in summer, so be prepared and you can change them at any time."

Xin'er knew that this was Zhu Chuanren's pity for her, so she hesitated for a moment before refusing:
"Okay, I'll go take a look after dinner~"

"Well, my parents will come over in the afternoon, and you can take care of me then."

Xin'er panicked and said:
"Ah? My uncle and aunt are here. Why didn't you tell me earlier? No, I won't buy cloth. I have to let the kitchen prepare food."

Zhu Chuanren laughed:
"What are you panicking about?"

"Oh, sir, my identity is hard to attract their attention. This is the first time we meet, so I have to put my best foot forward."

"You're doing well now. Don't worry. They all know your identity. They just haven't found the time to come over. Just go and buy some cloth."

No matter what Zhu Chuanren said, she would not go or eat. She took Cui'er back to the house to pick out clothes. As a woman, there is always one piece of clothing missing from the wardrobe.

Zhu Chuanren was too lazy to care about her, put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and walked out.

Outside the house, Kong Laoer was waiting there holding his mount.

"Three young masters."

"Oh, are you all ready?"

"The brothers are waiting outside the city."

"Okay, let's go!"

In the dense forest 50 miles outside the city, the straight-line distance from Fangniugou was thirty or forty miles away. Zhu Chuanren was waiting here with more than 30 brothers.

He flipped open his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was 9 a.m., half an hour before the scheduled time. Zhu Chuanren was impatient to wait.

He had known that he would not come so early. The sun was getting higher and the temperature was gradually rising. Zhu Chuanren found a big tree to enjoy the shade and said irritably:

"These people are too stuck on time. Can't they come earlier?"

Kong Laoer came over with a water bag and said with an earnest smile:

"Third Young Master, would you like some water? Keep it in ice cubes until it cools down."

"If you don't drink anymore, you still have to find a place to pee."

Today they came here for the Mosin Nagant he dreamed of. He was lucky. A few months ago, not long after Xia Yuanzhang's letter was sent out, his friend replied and said that he happened to be doing some business with Lao Maozi and could help. Get a batch of Mosingana.

Lao Maozi was retreating steadily in the Far East, and the officers and soldiers in the army were no longer interested in fighting. They all wanted to make some money to go back and support themselves in retirement. Mosingana, which was not originally rich, became their means of exchange for money.

Zhu Chuanren asked for two hundred guns at once. He did not want to expand the army, but just wanted to keep spare parts. Broken guns can be replaced by removing their parts.

Today is the day agreed to hand over the guns. In addition to 200 guns, there are also a full [-] rounds of ammunition.

You have to stock up on more bullets while money is still valuable now. If you want to get guns and bullets at low prices in a few years, it will be harder than eating.

This is also the reason why there seem to be countless warlords in various places, but it is impossible for private individuals to detonate troops. In the final analysis, they still have no money.

You must know that if you want to form an army during this period, you have to rely on the warlords to find a way.

And the situation is different in different places, so the cost of setting up is also different.

For example, the relatively large Yan Laoxi and Zhang Huzi have their own relatively complete arsenals in the later stage, and many weapons can be mass-produced.

The warlords in Sichuan and Chongqing are not ideal. They have no money, their territory is small, and they do not have an arsenal to be self-sufficient. Therefore, the Sichuan army's equipment is despised.

Without mentioning examples, let’s calculate based on the average. For example, if you want to form an army of more than 3 people.

Soldiers mainly have an old sleeve, and officers and others are mainly equipped with Mauser pistols.

The price is about 13 oceans per shot, and the total cost is 50 oceans.

If you have a gun, you need bullets, and bullets are a consumable, especially during the warlord wars where wars continue.

The warlords didn't kill many people in the melee, and a lot of bullets were wasted.

According to conventional standards, a soldier is equipped with 20 rounds of ammunition. Five hundred rounds of ammunition cost 70 yuan, which requires [-] yuan.

Seeing how much money you have, you can’t help but spend it. It’s not that good yet, and more than 100 million has gone out in minutes.

Since there are already more than 3 people, it is no longer a militia, and must be equipped with military uniforms.

A military uniform is worth two oceans, and this is another 7 yuan.

This does not include regional issues. There are always cotton-padded clothes in the north, right?
Even if you live in the South, you can’t wear one piece for all seasons, right?
This is only the most basic equipment. If you want to win the battle, you must have other equipment.

For a warlord with ideals, he must also be equipped with some supporting weapons, otherwise he cannot be called an army, but at most an armed militia.

Since the West has an embargo on domestic heavy weapons, it is not realistic to build some tanks, warships, howitzers, etc., but it is still possible to build some heavy machine guns.

Warlords located along the coast or with relatively large territories are generally equipped with machine guns.

Even if it is a self-produced descendant of Maxim, a machine gun costs 1000 yuan.

Looking at the whole country, one can count as many machine gun battalions and machine gun regiments as Yan Laoxi has on one hand.

The poorest Sichuan Army can only have a dozen machine guns in a division, which is considered the main force. If we calculate it as a division with [-] machine guns, it will be about [-] machine guns, which is [-] oceans.

If a richer person had 100 machine guns, that would cost another [-] yuan.

The warlord army can't let the soldiers work in vain, right?
A soldier's monthly salary is 20 yuan, and an officer's standard of 50 yuan is still enough.

After this calculation, another 70 yuan was spent.

接下来就是简单的计算题了，50+70+7+10+70就是200多万大洋。

In fact, in addition to these, they are also equipped with weapons such as grenades and mortars.

Most of them are consumables.

Therefore, many big warlords either buy out a foreign military production line or find ways to produce it themselves.

However, due to technical limitations, most arsenals can only produce simple equipment such as bullets and grenades.

But even if you have an arsenal, you may not be able to defend it. This is the most devastating part.

It took a lot of effort to get the production line up, but two bombers came and dropped bombs with bang bang, leaving it in ruins. There was really no place to cry.

Closer to home, at this time, money is still valuable and prices have not yet taken off.

Zhu Chuanren's 200 Mosin Nagants and 40 rounds of ammunition only cost 400 gold bars, which is [-] taels of gold.

It's like if you spend the same 100 yuan, some places can order eight dishes, and some places can only order three dishes, without staple food.

Money is easy to talk about. If the opponent's ability is not limited, he can get these guns and bullets at most, and Zhu Chuanren can eat double the amount.

But he was quite curious about Xia Yuanzhang's friend. A person who could do business with Officer Lao Maozi should have some integrity, right?

Just when he was thinking wildly, the brother who was on guard in front came back and reported:

"Third Young Master, people are here."

"how many people?"

"Less than ten, all equipped with guns!"

"Go, let's leave ten people behind. The rest should stay hidden and don't come out without my order."

Kong Laoer quickly ordered ten brothers to stay, and the rest quickly hid, but those who were careful could still see clues from the trampled grass.

A few minutes later, footsteps came closer and closer, and a middle-aged man who looked rustic and dressed in an unusual way appeared in Zhu Chuanren's sight.

He had a Chinese-style sweatshirt on his upper body, dark green military trousers on his lower body, black riding boots on his feet, a piece of foxtail grass in his mouth, and he was sweating profusely as he walked.

Although each of the several country men behind him was carrying a gun, judging from the way they walked and the position of the gun, these people had not received professional training.

With just one glance at Zhu Chuanren, he was sure that the other party was strong and not an opponent. The slightest hesitation in his heart dropped by half.

Things like gangsters and gangsters often happen these days, and he doesn't want to be the one being preyed upon.

Behind the men were two carriages, with boxes of goods piled on the carriages. Judging from the depth of the wheels pressing through the grass, the load was indeed quite heavy.

When the other party came over, Zhu Chuanren finished his inspection and turned his attention back to the man in nondescript clothing.

The other party stopped less than 10 meters in front of Zhu Chuanren and looked at Zhu Chuanren carefully. His two black and thick eyebrows moved like two black cocoons lying on his forehead, which looked fake.

"It's five o'clock tonight!" The other party suddenly said the secret code.

Zhu Chuanren immediately answered:
“Sauerkraut stewed vermicelli!”

The secret codes were matched, and the other party laughed loudly:
"Haha, is it Young Master Zhu San?"

"Mr. Hu?"

"It's me. We've been friends for a long time."

"Yes, I finally met you. How have you been, Mr. Hu, these past few years?"

"It's just a casual meal. It can't be as nourishing as Young Master Zhu San."

Zhu Chuanren took a few steps forward, looked over the other person's shoulder, and looked at the carriage:

"Mr. Hu, have you brought all the goods?"

"It's all here~"

"Is it convenient to inspect the goods?"

"Of course! Come here, bring the goods up." The man surnamed Hu waved his hand, and the country men, together with the horseman who drove the cart, came in pairs and carried a few boxes.

bang~
It made a muffled sound when it fell to the ground.

At the same time, there was a clanging sound of metal clanging inside the box.

Without Zhu Chuanren's instructions, Kong Laoer came over with several brothers and opened the boxes one by one to check them one by one.

Zhu Chuanren hugged his shoulders and stared at the movements of his brothers. He kept scanning the man named Hu with his peripheral vision, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although these guns are all second-hand goods, they are usually well maintained and have not been officially in service for a long time, so they still look new.

While the brothers were inspecting their guns, a man named Hu stepped forward and asked:

"Young Master Zhu San knows a lot about guns. Most people don't know about Mosingana. It would be good if you can name Mauser 98."

"Haha, it's okay. I've done some research on it."

"To tell you the truth, I like it too. The effective shooting distance of this Mosingana is more than 800 meters, and the shooting accuracy is very high. The most important thing is that it is very easy to produce and the leather is durable. This is very important in war."

Zhu Chuanren looked sideways:
"I didn't expect Mr. Hu to also do research on firearms?"

"Haha, although I am not specialized in the arms business, I have too many opportunities to come into contact with guns on weekdays, so I have nothing to worry about."

Zhu Chuanren nodded slightly. The man named Hu was right. Eight bastards invaded China that year.

At that time, Lao Maozi divided his troops into two groups, and moved simultaneously with the other seven countries to attack the Central Plains;
The second route invested about 18 troops to occupy the entire Northeast.

Among the weapons used by Lao Maozi at that time were Mosin Nagants, but the reason has also been mentioned: because the industrial level was still very low at that time, it was not possible to produce enough Mosin Nagants to equip the troops, so Lao Maozi's weapons at that time were actually Hodgepodge.

Four years later, Maozi and Neon fought for control of the Northeast.

At this time, Maozi had more Mosin Nagants, but it was still not enough.

At this time, Mosin Nagant's opponent was Neon's 30-year-old rifle. This gun is also called the Golden Hook Rifle because the safety device looks like a hook.

Moreover, this gun uses 6.5mm bullets and is an imitation of the German Mauser. Its biggest drawback is its poor reliability.

This fatal flaw was fully exposed in this war and caused a lot of casualties to the book.

The climate in the Northeast is dry, windy and sandy, and it is severely cold in winter. The Golden Hook rifle often becomes jammed due to sand blown into the gun, making firearm maintenance the biggest problem.

Putting aside the results of the war, the Type [-] Rifle was almost completely defeated in the battle with the Mosin-Nagant.

This incident gave birth to Benzi's modification of the Golden Hook Rifle, which later became the famous Sanba Gai.

It is precisely because they know the advantages and disadvantages of Mosin Nagant that Zhu Chuanren and Hu are particularly fond of this gun.

At this time, Kong Laoer came over with a Mosingana, the gun oil on which had not been wiped clean.

"Third Young Master, there's nothing wrong with the gun."

Zhu Chuanren took it, pulled the bolt cleanly and skillfully, and looked into the chamber. He could vaguely see the rifling, which at least proved that this was not a spent Mosin Nagant.

"Can you try the gun?"

The man named Hu said nothing:
"Of course!"

Immediately, a brother sent bullets. The bullets were installed in calipers and could be pressed directly into the magazine.

There were a few crisp clicks, the bolt was pulled, and the bullet entered the chamber. Kong Laoer quickly ran to the side, found a big stone and threw it into the sky.

boom!
Zhu Chuanren almost didn't aim, he raised his gun and shot.

With a crack, the stone shattered. The man named Hu was dumbfounded and clapped his hands and said:

"The third young master is good at marksmanship."

"Just kidding, this gun is really good, the sound is crisp and clear, and the design accuracy far exceeds that of Bodan."

"That is, after all, Lao Maozi's main battle rifle." Lao Hu didn't know what was going on, and he proudly said that it was as if the gun was produced by himself.

"No problem, just pay."

Zhu Chuanren threw the gun to his brother and punched the second brother.

Kong Laoer nodded and clapped his hands. A brother came over holding the wooden box, placed it on the ground, opened it, reversed the direction, and let the man named Hu see the golden light.

"Hahaha~ Young Master Zhu San is so refreshing, I just like doing business with you."

"Thank you Mr. Hu~"

"Hey~ Just call me Lao Hu. I have a very good relationship with Yuan Zhang. He highly respects you in his heart. I believe you when we meet today."

"Haha, that's impressive, Old Hu. Let me ask one more question. Besides Mosin-Nagant, can you get anything bigger?"

What he said was a little vague, but Lao Hu understood:
"Machine gun? This is a bit difficult. I can try it, but I can't guarantee it for you."

"Okay, your words are enough. I don't want to fight. I just want to protect myself."

He once told He Taisheng that he was timid. This was really not modest. He was really afraid of death because he had died once and did not want to die again.

He didn't know if he would be so lucky to be able to travel through time if he died again.

Therefore, he doesn't mind adding a few more layers of protection to himself.

If anyone dares to harm him, he can just use the machine gun to attack him, so that he will be safe.

"I understand what you mean, but the machine gun is not cheap, and the quality is not very good."

"I know, you can think of a way, as long as you can still fire bullets normally."

"let me try."

After completing the transaction, Lao Hu left first and agreed on a method of transmitting messages so that they would not need to be relayed through Xia Yuanzhang in the future.

This old Hu is also a wonderful person, he is straightforward and has a sense of heroism, much like the ancient Jianghu knights.

It's just that the quality of the clothes is a bit off, but Zhu Chuanren admires the other party's dressing style.

After taking the gun, Zhu Chuanren took his brothers directly into the mountain to change clothes. Bodan, who had retreated, could not throw away the gun, so he sent him to Erlong Mountain to give Peng Xigui some chips.

As for whether the other party will rely on these guns to turn against the enemy, Zhu Chuanren said:
I'm just thinking too much. Without bullets, no matter how good a gun is, it's just a fire stick!
And according to his observation, after the Lu Taishan incident, Peng Xigui had gained some respect for him. He knew that he would have meat to eat with him, so how could he think of revenge.

The most worthless thing in this era is human life. Even if it is your own brother, it will be worthless if it dies.

Even if you really want revenge, you shouldn't look for Zhu Chuanren. After all, it was Lao Ge who killed Peng Xile, not Zhu Chuanren, nor was he instigated.

In addition, Zhu Chuanren can indeed bring him benefits, so what's the point of revenge?Just leave it at that.

Of course, Lao Ge must die, Peng Xigui had already sworn in his heart.

That night, Zhu Chuanren did not return to Baoshu Hall in Yuanbao Town until late at night, which was the former Xie family mansion and his own Zhu family courtyard.

There was silence inside the house. Except for the chirping of crickets, there was no noise. I think everyone was asleep.

The servant on duty saw him coming back and wanted to come over to serve him, but he waved him away.

However, when passing by the courtyard where Zhao Xiner lived, he found candlelight flickering inside and faintly sobbing could be heard. Zhu Chuanren paused and turned into the Moon Gate.

After walking only two steps, she saw Cui'er sitting on the steps in front of her girl's room with her knees in her arms, her little head dozing off little by little, not noticing anyone coming in.

Zhu Chuanren walked lightly and leaned over, stretched out his hand and flicked her head on the forehead!

"Ah~~~" Cui'er screamed, opened her eyes, and met the eyes of Zhu Chuanren who had succeeded in his prank.
"Master~~~" Cui'er pouted and shouted.

"Haha, are you awake?"

With the moonlight and the flickering candlelight coming from the room, a deep red mark appeared on Cui'er's smooth white forehead.

Creak~ The door opened and Xin'er came out in her nightgown:

"Master?"

"Oh, why are you still up so late?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Xin'er's round eyes had become the size of red dates from crying, and he couldn't help asking:

"What happened? Why are you crying so sadly?"

Cui'er couldn't help but said:

"The young lady has been crying since she finished talking to the master and his wife."

Zhu Chuanren was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed tightly:
"What did they say?"

Xin'er shook her head repeatedly:

"Don't listen to Cui'er's nonsense. My uncle and aunt are very nice to me and speak very politely."

He also believed that Zhu Kaishan and Wei Chunfang were not the kind of people who liked to bully others.

"What's going on? Tell me?"

Xin'er bit her lip:
"They~ they said that I am a good girl, but it is a pity that I have a bad background. Otherwise, I would rather let my husband marry me in a sedan chair with eight carriages."

As he spoke, his eyes became moist again and he was about to cry again.

Zhu Chuanren breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Zhu Kaishan and Wei Chunfang had changed their gender because their family conditions were better now.

Okay, okay, I thought too much.

"This is a good thing, why are you crying?"

Tears fell, and Xin'er threw herself into Zhu Chuanren's arms:
"My husband, I just hate, hate my own experience, hate my life experience, hate my parents, why did they sell me to Zuixianlou."

The more Xin'er talked, the more she felt aggrieved. Her little head was buried in Zhu Chuanren's arms and she cried loudly.

Fortunately, Zhu Kaishan and his wife lived in the front yard, separated from Xin'er's yard by two yards and a garden. To use a common saying, even if Xin'er screamed and broke her throat, she couldn't hear it in the front yard.

"Okay, okay, you have to believe that everything is the best arrangement. If not, we may never meet in this life."

Xin'er's crying stopped suddenly, she raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes:
"Is that right?"

"Of course, think about it, if you were a country maid, how would I have the chance to meet you?"

Xin'er blinked her eyes twice, sobbed slightly and said:
"What my husband said makes sense."

Zhu Chuanren didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wiped away her tears with his big hands and said to Cui'er:
"Go and wait for your lady to take a bath and rest. I'm going to bed first. I'm tired!"

"Yes~Master~"

Seeing her young lady burst into tears and laughing, Cui'er's worried expression also relaxed. However, the red mark in the middle of her forehead looked very much like Erlang Shen with open eyes, making her particularly happy.

The next day, early in the morning, Zhu Chuanren was woken up by Cui Er:

"Master, the master and his wife are waiting for your meal in the back hall."

Zhu Chuanren yawned, still feeling sleepy:
"I know, give me a glass of water to rinse your mouth with."

"Yes~Master~"

With Tweety waiting on her, she rinsed her mouth and changed clothes, then walked through the back garden and into the back hall with lazy crab steps.

Zhu Kaishan sits in the first place, Wei Chunfang and Xin'er live separately, and the three of them are looking forward to him.

"Dad, Mom, you don't have to wait for me to have breakfast from now on. Sometimes I get up late and the food gets cold while I wait."

Zhu Kaishan waved his hand:

"Hurry up and sit down and eat. You are the boss here. How can the boss not come out? We are just messing around here."

Zhu Chuanren was helpless:
"My own family members don't need to pay so much attention to etiquette."

"That won't work either. Let Xin'er see the joke again."

This statement sounds right at first, but if you look carefully, you still don't regard Xin'er as one of your own family members.

But Zhu Kaishan didn't mean that. He didn't think much about it at all and just said it casually.

Now that the genius is bright, Zhu Kaishan and Wei Chunfang have to go to the restaurant to work after breakfast. Since Louwailou opened three months ago, everyone in Yuanbao Town and even the entire Suihe County knows that it is the business of Master Zhu San's family, and they have started to pay attention to it. Come and cheer.

With the support of so many important people, it is difficult to imagine whether Louwailou's business will be prosperous.

Top-quality ingredients, carefully cooked, and the taste is unparalleled.

Not to mention that Zhu Chuanren has also ingeniously opened a takeout service. As long as he spends more than 100 silver dollars in Louwailou, he is eligible to enjoy the takeout service.

Send someone to place an order outside the building. After it is done here, a waiter will be sent to deliver the meal to your door with an insulated food box. If the distance is far away, a horse-drawn carriage will be responsible for the delivery to ensure that the meal is still hot when it is delivered to the guest's table.

In fact, takeout has always been available in this day and age, but not every restaurant has it.

In addition, whether the food can be kept hot is also the key to delivering food.

Most restaurants' takeout can only radiate to a small area around them. Unlike Louwailou, the entire Yuanbao Town is within the delivery range.

Of course, the cost of takeout is also very expensive, and ordinary families cannot afford it.

Now in the entire Yuanbao Town, Louwailou is recognized as the number one restaurant.

If you want to have fun and don't pay much attention to the deliciousness of the food, you can also go to Zuixian Restaurant or Liaoji Restaurant.

But if you want to have a good meal, then Louwailou is your first choice.

After breakfast, Zhu Kaishan and Wei Chunfang took a carriage to the building outside the building to start work. Zhu Chuanren and Xiner were still eating slowly at the dining table.

Xin'er's eyes were still swollen. Apparently she cried too hard yesterday and the swelling didn't go down easily.

Zhu Chuanren told Cui'er:

"We'll get some ice cubes later and wrap them in something to apply to your lady's eyes. It's uncomfortable even if they're always swollen."

"Yes~ Master."

"Ms. sir, I'm fine. You don't have to worry."

"Just listen to me. By the way, did you go shopping for cloth yesterday?"

"Nothing~"

"After dinner, go back and rest. After you have rested, go out for a walk. Don't stay bored at home. No matter how big your home is, it's not as big as the outside world."

Women of this era still hold on to ancient ideas. Although the two are not officially married, Xin'er has entered the Zhu family's door, that is, she is a married woman and cannot go out at will.

Speaking of which, one of the reasons why Zhu Chuanren was willing to redeem Xin'er's life was that Xin'er did not have her feet bound.

You must know that foot binding was particularly popular during the Ming and Qing dynasties. Most Han women wore bow shoes, while Manchu women did not have their feet bound.

The rulers of the Qing Dynasty were extremely disgusted with women's foot-binding. Before they entered the customs, Huang Taiji issued an edict that those who wear clothes from other countries or bind their hair and feet would be punished with serious crimes.

The Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang ordered that any woman who enters the palace with bound feet be beheaded. This is the most severe punishment for Manchu women with bound feet.

Later, Shunzhi issued an edict requiring women all over the world to stop binding their feet. However, the ban was later lifted because old habits were difficult to change.

However, the ban on Eight Banners women has never been lifted, and Daoguang once reiterated the ban.

After the Qing Dynasty took over the Central Plains, although Manchu women never bound their feet, according to common aesthetic standards, big feet were definitely not beautiful.

In order to solve this problem, Manchu women invented a kind of high-soled shoes to hide their feet in their skirts so that they would not be easily exposed.

Although Xin'er is of Han nationality, she was raised in Zuixian Tower since she was a child. This is a business that welcomes guests and must meet the public's aesthetics and needs.

Foot binding has always been the unique aesthetic of a small group of people. It's not clear what others think of Zhu Chuanren. Anyway, he doesn't like the three-inch golden lotus.

If Xiner had her feet bound, Zhu Chuanren would never want it, let alone redeem her life.

It is precisely because her feet have not been bound that Xin'er can go out easily. God knows how difficult it is for a three-inch golden lotus to walk.

Zhu Chuanren also went back to sleep after dinner. He slept until three o'clock in the morning before riding out of the city and leading his brothers in the escort team for training in a dense forest.

He doesn't have many elite men. Think about it, there are 100 elite special forces men and 300 stragglers. Even a fool knows which team has the strongest combat power.

After arriving in Shanghai, Zhu Chuanren had no chance to lead his men in large-scale battles. All he had to do was protect himself. 100 elites were enough, and he couldn't afford any more.

While he was practicing vigorously, Kong Laoer suddenly came over and called him:
"Third Young Master, someone from the mansion is here. It's an invitation from Gang Leader He."

"He Taisheng? What does he want to do?"

"I don't know, this is an invitation."

Zhu Chuanren took a deep breath and took the invitation and quickly scanned it. The reason was not stated on it, but he was just invited to come over tonight.

He turned it over and looked at it. There was nothing else to say. He handed the invitation to Kong Laoer:

"I understand. Let someone reply. I will go to the appointment on time tonight."

"Yes!"

After a while, Kong Laoer came back and asked cautiously:
"Third Young Master, do you want to make some preparations in advance? Not for the Hongmen Banquet."

Zhu Chuanren didn't answer. He was wondering if there was any conflict of interest with the Caogang recently. After thinking about it, nothing came to mind.

But prepare in advance to be prepared:
“Don’t arrange too many people~”

"Yes~ I personally took twenty brothers near He Mansion."

"Ten is enough. If there are too many people, it will be easy to be discovered."

"Ok~"

Zhu Chuanren looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back. He also knew that he was too careful, even too careful.

But along the way, I can't say that he was walking on thin ice, at least he was cautious. One wrong step would lead to a lifelong mistake. He didn't want to capsize the boat in the gutter just because he was lazy and relaxed for a while. That would be too stupid.

And he was also very curious about Taisheng He's invitation tonight. With their current relationship, if they met casually for a meal, there seemed to be no need to use an invitation.
(End of this chapter)