The heavens start from Maoshan

As expected of a person who became the king of the mountain and the head of the regiment in the future, this consciousness is higher than others.

"Patriarch!!"

There were more people shouting the second time.

Zhang Zhentian, Zhang Bold, Brothers Big and Small Kui, several masons who had drunk with Zhang Heng, and the No. 30 young and old who followed into the city.

"Patriarch!!"

The third sound was crowded, and hundreds of people couldn't hear it.

The fourth sound, the sixth sound.

The shouting was overwhelmed by waves, and even the foreigners who joined in the fun shouted, and their voices shot into the sky.

"Your surname is Li, and you're not from our Zhang family. What are you calling?"

"I'm very excited, very excited, I just like to shout, can't I?"

In the sound of the wave of the word patriarch, everyone blushed with excitement.

Zhang Heng stood beside the old patriarch, nodded to the patriarchs in the ancestral hall one by one, then walked to the door and shouted to everyone: "I now order you as the patriarch Zhang to unbutton your trousers and eat hard. !"

"Let's have dinner!"

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

A spoonful of broth was poured on the small rice, followed by a few pieces of fat and potatoes, and everyone hurriedly devoured it.

Even so, two-thirds of the people didn't make it to the table.

There were too many people. Zhang Heng reckoned that 3 to [-] people came today, and some of them even came from the countryside more than ten miles away because they heard that there was a flowing water banquet here.

The open space around the ancestral hall could not hold so many tables at all.

Others can only find a place by themselves with their rice bowls in their hands. At a glance, with the ancestral hall as the center, there are crowds of people everywhere.

"Clan elders, let's start too."

Ordinary villagers eat small rice and potato stew.

The elders of the clan, as well as the elders of the big character generation, are more particular about what they eat.

Beef, lamb, pork, chicken, duck and fish.

There is a table for eight people, the quantity is large and affordable, and white rice, noodles, and steamed buns are also available.

Seeing that he was eating better at this table and sitting in a circle around the ancestral hall, the clan elders and the elders of the big-character generation were all red-faced, knowing that Zhang Heng was flattering them.

Ordinary villagers see it, and they are only envious, and dare not be jealous.

After all, the people sitting on it are all their own elders. Huaxia has always regarded respecting the elderly as a virtue. During the Republic of China, many rules have not been lost, and the heads of the family are the elderly.

"Patriarch."

"Hello, Patriarch."

After Zhang Heng had a few glasses of wine, he turned around in the crowd.

People who saw him greeted him one after another, and even the little boy was full of oil, calling the patriarch like an adult.

Zhang Heng had a smile on his face, and slipped to Zhang Zhenhu's table after a while.

In the crowd, Zhang Zhenhu was the first to call his patriarch. Zhang Heng still remembered this feeling, so he asked, "Huzi, how does the potato stew taste, is it alright?"

"Patriarch, that's too good."

Zhang Zhenhu's mouth was full of oil, and he said with a little regret: "It's just that there is meat and no wine, but wine is even better."

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "I plan to prepare wine for you, but the elders of the clan disagree. There are too many people. If someone gets drunk and makes trouble, how can they be polite in front of the ancestor's spiritual position."

Zhang Zhenhu made a lot of sense when he heard it. After all, not everyone has alcohol, and there are few people who drink and make trouble.

"What did the foreign bank say?"

After chatting for a while, Zhang Heng asked about the business.

Zhang Zhenhu wiped his mouth and whispered, "It's already ordered. The foreigners said that things will arrive within three days, and they will be delivered by truck."

"truck!"

Zhang Heng nodded.

He came to the Republic of China for a few days and had not seen a car.

However, foreigners must have cars. This is also an important means for a foreign company to cover the channels within a province.

"Grandpa, I still want to eat."

"Chun Wazi, you can't eat any more, it will kill you."

"Grandpa, I'm still hungry."

Just as he was talking, a conversation sounded in his ears.

Zhang Heng looked back and found that they were a pair of grandfathers and granddaughters, and the youngest granddaughter was only seven or eight years old.

"Huzi, go and say hello to the stove. The person who adds the meal should brighten his stomach, but don't kill him."

Zhang Heng only remembered when he saw this scene. This year, everyone has not been able to eat enough for a long time. He set up the running water table and let everyone eat whatever he wanted. Maybe it would kill people.

After all, under long-term hunger, the brain will give us the illusion that we are hungry when we are full.

If you continue to eat under such circumstances, you will die if you don’t know what to say. Throughout the ages, when you say that you die when you eat, it’s mostly a situation where you don’t have enough to eat for a long time, and then you eat a meal.

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Zhang Zhenhu also understood that the taste was coming, put down the tableware and chopsticks and left.

For a time, there were shouts everywhere: "Everyone take good care of the child, the child is greedy, don't let it die."

Chapter 11: The Three Elders of Shi En

After a meal of flowing water, I ate until after two 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 roast it...Mom, why don't you hit the mouse, the mouse tastes delicious roasted, ouch, why are you still beating it!"

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 doctor from 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 the doctors go around one by one. It's time to get the medicine. If you don't have money, you can charge it to my account first. If you can't pay it back, it's okay. I also employ a lot of people here. Just arrange a job later. People can't let the sick Dragging."

"Patriarch Zhang."

After a while, the doctor from the town came.

Zhang Heng shared his thoughts with the doctor, and added: "Go back and set up a free clinic in the town, go door-to-door to help everyone check their bodies, and if there are not enough people, invite a few doctors from the county to come back. Are you The doctors in the town, there should be brothers and sisters elsewhere, please come here, and the consultation fee will be counted on me."

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

Doctor Gu 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.

buzzing...

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.

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

General 1911, 70 yuan each. "

"All the weapons are already here, including the 100 rounds that come with each gun. The rounds you ordered with the rounds are 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."