"When I come to my place, I will forget my previous name."

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

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

"Song Qiunan changed his name to Qiuju. I hope you will be as healthy as chrysanthemums, bringing good luck."

After Zhang Heng said that, the three of them looked at Anyuyu, who was like a tiger: "Your name is Xia Zhu. Zhu has the nickname of an ancient gentleman, and the most important thing is to match you."

"I..."

Anyuyu was a little resistant.

Zhang Heng was not angry, but just said calmly: "You should know very well what kind of person your father is."

"Even if you escape back, he will sell it again next time you have no rice at home."

"This time you met me. If you met a fat man with big ears or were simply sold to a cave, have you ever thought about your own fate?"

Anyuyu has a pale face.

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

"People must learn to accept their fate."

"If you think you can stay, stay. If you can't stay, I can afford to lose twenty dollars, and I won't stop you."

"If you want to leave, you have to decide for yourself. The forced melon is not sweet. I am also afraid that someone will give me two blows at night."

Zhang Heng has a peaceful mind.

What is most lacking in a chaotic era is people with two legs. They have white oceans and are afraid that no one can use them.

Although Anyuyu grows well, her appearance is worthless in troubled times.

An Yuyu looked confused.

She thought she didn't want to be sold. When the matter was about to come, she asked her to leave, but she didn't know where to go.

I definitely can't go back home. Now that the war is in chaos, where can she, a little girl, go? Even if she is not starved to death on the road, I'm afraid the end will not be too good.

"Master, can I still call Anyuyu?"

An Yuyu decided not to leave, but she didn't want to call her Xia Zhu, the name was too ugly.

"Leave?"

An Yuyu didn't say anything.

"Leave?"

Zhang Heng asked again.

An Yuyu knew that he couldn't hide, so he bit his lip and said, "I stay, but I don't think I'm Xia Zhu, I'm Yuyu."

Zhang Heng shook his head: "You can stay, you have to call Xia Zhu. As for whether you can get your name back in the future, it depends on your performance."

An Yuyu's tears holds circles of eyes, but after all, his arms can't twist his thighs.

"Brother Heng, I'm back."

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

Zhang Heng knew he had gained a lot at first sight and asked, "Have you found out clearly?"

"I'm clear. Hanyang made 26 yuan, German Mauser 1898 is 42 yuan, American Mauser 1917 is 40 yuan, these three types are long guns, buy a gun and get 100 yuan."

"The shortest one is mainly the American 1911 general pistol, which costs 70 yuan."

"Mauser 1896 box cannon is cheaper, only 65 yuan."

"If you buy an old gun or an eliminated stock gun, the price will be cheaper. Take the 1888 Committee as an example. A single shot is only 16 yuan, and this is the main use of warlords in various places."

Zhang Zhenhu said what he found out.

"Is there any stock?"

Zhang Heng asked.

Zhang Zhenhu replied: "If you have cash, you will have spot stocks, and the major overseas banks are pointing to this to make a fortune."

Zhang Heng nodded, thought for a while and said, "You go again tomorrow and discuss with the foreign company's people. I said that my Zhang family in Dagou Town will order 350 Mauser, 50 1911 general pistols, and take 50,000 rounds of guns, so that the foreign company's people will come in three days."

After saying that, Zhang Heng asked again: "Can you pay on delivery?"

"Yes, foreign companies are not afraid that we won't give money."

Zhang Zhenhu answered neatly, but after he finished speaking, he couldn't help asking: "Brother Heng, do we need so many guns? Is this a lot of money?"

“Are there many?”

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

When he first came back, although he was known as a wealthy businessman in Southeast Asia, he did not reveal much real money.

Now it's different. He has already shown his wealth. If he doesn't hurry up and starts the militia, he will probably have a life idea.

This money cannot be saved. With hundreds of guns in there, you will no longer have to worry about bandits and bullies after a little training. Only when people are safe can you think about the future.

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

The most important thing at the moment is to straighten the Republic of China. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but it will be simple after the beginning.

Time is quiet and peaceful.

Three days are in the blink of an eye.

Slutty sex...

Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, the entire Dagou Town was full of joy and more lively than the festival.

The villagers of every household got up early in the morning.

They have heard that starting today, there will be a three-day mat at the entrance of the ancestral hall to celebrate Mr. Zhang Heng’s return from Nanyang.

"Boat, fire!"

The children were more excited than the adults.

Following the team that set off firecrackers, they were happily picking up firecrackers that didn't explode. Whoever picked up more was the most beautiful person.

"Yayayaya..."

After the firecrackers were fired, the performers began to perform on stage.

The young and old gathered together in groups of three or three, occasionally pointing at the characters on the stage, occasionally twitching their noses twice, and looking at the cauldron that was built up according to the smell.

In that pot, the meat was stewed.

Stewed pork with potatoes, let alone eating them, just smelling the smell will make you saliva come down.

"Okay, OK!"

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

"Grandpa, do we want to eat meat today?"

A group of rude children, six or seven years old, were circling around Zhang Dahai.

Zhang Dahai nodded with a smile: "Eat meat, let go and eat it, and you can eat it enough."

Dagou Town is a poor place, and it is not easy to starve to death. How many people have eaten meat until they are full.

Not to mention others, even Zhang Dahai himself doesn’t eat much meat.

This is the case with the leader of a clan, let alone other people.

"Here, Brother Heng is here."

A sensation came from the crowd.

From a distance, Zhang Heng, wearing a long robe and a jacket, walked over with Dakui and Xiaokui.

"Brother Heng!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd.

"Brother Heng!"

"Brother Heng!!"

Everyone shouted, and countless people rushed to say hello to him.

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

"Here you come."

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

"Class leader."

Zhang Heng lowered his head to express his respect.

"Daxian is a good descendant, he is a sensible and good boy."
To be continued...