We had a meal on a running water table until about two o'clock in the afternoon.
Because I said hello in advance, some people were full and no one was starved to death.
However, a few of them, because they had not eaten for a long time, suffered from vomiting and diarrhea when they ate. They were laughed at by everyone: "You will never be full after eating."
"Chief, these are the mushrooms I picked from the mountain. I want you to try them."
"Chief, this is the honey my man got. It will be sweet when you drink it with water."
"Chief, this is the mouse I caught. You can take it back and roast it...Mom, why did you hit me? The mouse tastes great when roasted. Ouch, why are you still beating me?"
After getting off the road, Zhang Heng walked around the town.
Just like someone's new daughter-in-law, everyone is more enthusiastic about him than the other.
Even the mouse is loved by the little dolls. After all, the little doll can catch mice, but with his existence like a child king, he is very popular among the little friends in the town.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
I was passing by a house, and before I got closer, I heard coughing inside.
"Whose house is this?"
Zhang Heng stopped.
Zhang Zhentian replied: "It's Mrs. Liu's house. Mrs. Liu's son went to join the army and never came back. Her daughter-in-law also ran away with them. There is only a teenage granddaughter left in the family to depend on each other. She lives a good life.
It was very miserable. It rained a while ago, and Mrs. Liu caught a cold. She has not gotten sick again, and it has been half a month. I just endured it like this, and I don’t know if I can survive it."
In ancient times, getting sick was a fatal matter.
When people are sick, they usually just endure it on their own. If they can't survive it, then they can talk about other things.
Old Mrs. Liu is even more miserable. She and her granddaughter depend on each other, and it is expected that her family will not be able to pay for medical treatment.
Now I have been ill for a month and a half, and I am still an old man, so I may die one day.
"Xiao Kui, go and call the doctor from the town."
Zhang Heng is always accompanied by people, including Zhang Dadan as the coachman and Da Kui and Xiao Kui as personal bodyguards.
After Xiao Kui went to call for help, Zhang Heng asked again: "Are there many sick people in the town?"
"There are some, mostly colds, fevers and the like, and family members are taking care of them."
After Zhang Zhentian finished speaking, he added: "There are not many like Mrs. Liu."
"There are not many, that is, there are only a few."
Zhang Heng sighed: "I'll let the doctors go around one by one. When it's time to prescribe medicines, those who don't have money will charge it to my account first. It doesn't matter if I can't pay it back. I have a lot of people here, so I'll just arrange some work later. People can't let the sick
Dragging.”
"Clan Chief Zhang."
After a while, the town doctor arrived.
Zhang Heng told the doctor his thoughts and added: "Let's set up a free clinic in the town and go door to door to check everyone's health. If we don't have enough manpower, we will invite a few doctors from the county. Are you?
The doctors in the town, there should be brothers and sisters elsewhere, invite them all, and the consultation fees will be mine."
"Clan Chief Zhang, you are truly a living Bodhisattva."
Doctor Gu sighed sincerely.
"Come on, go in quickly. I won't go. People who don't know, old or young, think that I am repaying my kindness and expect others to build an immortal memorial arch for me."
Zhang Heng put down his 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 already gone far away at this time. Otherwise, if it were written according to the female channel, there would be a scene in which the cold-blooded crazy young man falls in love with me.
Buzz buzz...
The next afternoon.
Three green pickup trucks drove into the town.
The arms Zhang Zhenhu ordered from a foreign company arrived earlier than expected, and the leader was a red-haired ghost that no one in the town had ever seen.
"Three hundred and fifty Mauser 1898 rods, 42 yuan per rod."
"Fifty General 1911, 70 yuan each."
"All the weapons are already here, including the 100 rounds that come with each gun and the 50,000 rounds you ordered. The total is 20,000 yuan."
The red-haired ghost speaks Chinese well and seems to be a master of China.
There were many people like him in the early days of the Republic of China, working as second-rate dealers and being guests of many warlords.
"This cooperation is just the beginning. I hope we will have more cooperation in the future."
Zhang Heng personally met with this ghost guy.
From the conversation, he learned that the red-haired ghost was named John, came from San Francisco, and currently worked for a German company.
The only regret is that he is a Jew. Although World War II has not yet broken out, anti-Semitic sentiment has begun to sprout in Germany, and John is destined to be unable to go further in the foreign companies run by Germans.
Of course, this is something.
For now, John can be regarded as the third boss of the German Handong Trading Company, and he has considerable power.
This time I brought the team here not for the business of 20,000 yuan, but because I wanted to see Zhang Heng, a rich man who had returned from Nanyang, and thought that Zhang Heng's potential must be more than 20,000 yuan.
"Cousin, the guns have arrived. The affairs of the vigilante group must be taken care of immediately."
"First, we will gather the 30 people who have been to the county with us, and then recruit 320 people from the clan. They should be young people between 17 and 25 years old, honest and obedient, and will obey orders. Each person will be given a long gun and will receive training starting tomorrow.
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"Well done, promoted class leader, hand out pistols."
"If you don't practice well, pack your things and get out. I don't care for idlers here."
"Anyone who joins the militia will receive 5 yuan a month and two meals."
"By the way, don't forget to go to the county to report it. The vigilante group's sign doesn't cost much, but it will be much more convenient if it can be affiliated with the county."
Zhang Heng called Zhang Zhentian and Zhang Zhenhu over.
After the militia group was established, he naturally served as its leader.
Zhang Zhentian and Zhang Zhenhu are his deputy leaders, responsible for logistics and daily training issues.
"One more thing."
"Our Zhang family used to have seven clan elders, but now that the elders have retired, there are eight."
"When you go to the county tomorrow, you go to the Silver House to make eight golden dragon-headed canes and come back. Then go to the cloth store to buy ten pieces of good fabrics, and hire a few tailors to customize some robes and jackets for the eight clan elders."
Zhang Heng suddenly thought that when he met the clan elders in the ancestral hall yesterday, many clan elders were only dressed cleanly, not decently.
Even some of the clan elders' clothes obviously don't fit. One look at them and it's obvious that the clothes they are wearing are used to press the bottom of the suitcase, and they would not bear to wear them at all.
Zhang Heng is now the clan leader.
These senior and prestigious clan elders are his first weapon in controlling the clan, and they are worthy of kindness.
Don't underestimate these old people, thinking that they are old and of no use.
In fact, those who can become clan elders are stewards with high prestige within the clan.
Whatever happens in any family, they are responsible for taking care of it, from neighborhood disputes to weddings and funerals, no matter how small it is, the clan elders have to step in. The prestige and virtue of these people are incomprehensible to modern people.
As long as this group of people is captured, no one in the Zhang family will dare to speak against him.
What's more, Zhang Heng not only has sweet dates in his hand, but also a big stick.
If you want to rebel against him, you have to see whether the people in the militia will agree to it. It would be good to have food to eat these days. If you want to return it to the ocean, anyone with a long head will have to think about it.