Zhang Heng was unambiguous when he saw this, and said bluntly: "I won't let everyone work in vain. When we come back, each person will have ten kilograms of millet, a piece of ocean, and then go to the tavern for a meal."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhenhu couldn't sit still: "I know a few brothers, they are all reliable people, do you need me to call them here?"
Ten pounds of millet, a piece of ocean, and a meal.
Even if Zhang Heng takes them to fight with people in the county town, hundreds of people can be summoned under this condition.
"you?"
Zhang Heng glanced at Zhang Zhenhu, shook his head and said, "I have more important things for you to do."
Zhang Heng went to the county town this time to pawn some jewelry and jade to check the prices and prepare for the future exchange business.
Therefore, the person this time must be a member of the Zhang clan. He will not want any outsiders, especially those so-called brothers around Zhang Zhenhu.
He couldn't trust Zhang Zhenhu's brothers, and for no other reason than to get benefits, they listened to Zhang Heng or Zhang Zhenhu.
Zhang Heng didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
"Zhenhu, you have been around the county for many years, you should be able to get this, right?"
Zhang Heng made a gun gesture.
"You can get it if you have money."
Zhang Zhenhu answered rather cheerfully.
Public security is poor these days, and there are many businessmen from various countries selling weapons. Even some officers and soldiers will resell military supplies and weapons privately.
A regiment of a thousand men would be considered good if it had six to seven hundred men and five hundred guns.
Many regiment-level units actually only have five to six hundred people, and only half of them have guns, while the rest have large blades.
"It'll be great if you can get it." Zhang Heng thought for a while and said, "I'll get you ten dollars. When you get to the county seat, you can find out where the channels are and what the price is. We'll talk about the rest later."
Zhang Zhenhu agreed immediately; "No problem, as long as you have money, you will have everything. If it doesn't work out, I will go to Macao. The waterway from our place to Macao is only more than 400 miles. If you go today, you can come back tomorrow. Where is Macao?"
The red-haired guy over there sells everything."
Zhang Heng was a little stunned, almost forgetting that Macao during this period was the territory of the Portuguese.
These Portuguese people like to do business with the coastal warlords. As long as you have money, there is nothing they cannot sell.
"Cousin, are you planning to buy a gun?"
After Zhang Zhenhu left, Zhang Zhentian asked hesitantly.
"Some ideas."
Zhang Heng nodded.
At present, the war is in chaos, and I feel uneasy without a gun.
As for how much to buy, it depends on how much you can get back when you go to the county town to sell jewelry in the afternoon.
If he makes a lot of money, it is not impossible to form a militia. Anyway, he will return to the family tree in a few days. He will take care of food, housing, and accommodation. He is not afraid that the Zhang family will not support him, and he has a gun in his hand.
It is also helpful to gain a firm foothold.
morning.
After breakfast, Zhang Heng walked around the town.
One is to let everyone take a look at him, and the other is to take a look at the shops on the street.
Dagou Town has only one main street and about thirty shops of various types.
Among them, the most popular one is the rice shop, with four of them selling rice, noodles, salt and oil.
The remaining ones include a drug store, a cloth shop, a grocery store, a tavern, an inn, a blacksmith shop, a tea shed, a breakfast shop, a barber shop, a coffin shop, and a horse and carriage shop. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the essentials.
Zhang Heng knew very well that whoever controlled this commercial street would be the king of Dagou Town.
So when he was ready to have money, he bought a few shops from the town and sold some cheap goods.
We don't seek to make money, we just seek to take care of the food, clothing, housing and transportation of these eight villages in ten miles.
"Is everyone here?"
At around ten o'clock, the thirty people who went to the county with Zhang Heng were found.
Zhang Heng took a quick look and saw that the people who came were all young men in their twenties and thirties. Although they looked disheveled due to a long-term lack of nutrition, standing together in a crowd was quite intimidating.
"My name is Zhang Heng. I just came back from overseas. Have you heard of me?"
This is Zhang Heng's opening remarks.
Hearing such words, some of the people present nodded, some were indifferent, and some looked envious.
"Then I'll make a long story short. I'm going to the city this time to do some errands and buy some things."
"Because the road is not smooth, and there are too many things to bring back with few people, so I thought of inviting everyone here."
"But don't worry, I won't let everyone's work go in vain. Everyone who goes today will have a piece of ocean and ten pounds of millet, and we will have a meat meal in the evening."
As soon as they heard this, the crowd exploded.
A piece of ocean can buy 100 kilograms of millet, and adding these 10 kilograms to it will equal 110 kilograms.
Not to mention having to worry about a meaty meal, they would be happy to just let them team up to treat Zhang Heng to a meal.
"Mr. Heng, you didn't lie to us, did you?"
There are so many people with the surname Zhang in the town that I don’t know who is Mr. Zhang.
Calling Zhang Heng seemed awkward, so some people thought of it and simply called Mr. Heng with the last word.
"Mr. Heng?"
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized: "Everyone present is my clan brother and clan brother, I can't lie to anyone but you."
"Yes, Mr. Heng came back from Nanyang and is richer than Mr. Tan. How could he lie to us?"
"Even if Mr. Heng pulled out the hair on his legs, he could crush us to death. What's the big deal for these few pieces of ocean?"
The identity of returning from Nanyang comes into play again.
When everyone heard this, they felt that with Zhang Heng's identity, there was no need to make fun of them, and everyone became excited.
"Ahem..."
Seeing that everyone believed it, Zhang Heng coughed and said: "I heard that these times are not peaceful. Everyone has to bring a lot of things back to the city this time. Anyone who wants to have a gun, a blunderbuss and the like can bring it."
Come out, lest there be any trouble on the road."
During the day, there should be no dirty things around.
But bandit bullies had to be on guard, and Zhang Heng didn't want to become a fat sheep in the eyes of others.
"Mr. Heng, my family is an Orion hunter, and our two brothers have shotguns."
"I have one too. My dad followed the General Protector back then and brought back a ramgun. It can still be used."
"And me, my cousin is a bandit, he gave me a gun for self-defense."
"I don't have a gun, but I know someone who does and I can borrow it."
If you don't ask, you don't know, but four of the thirty people have guns, and one can borrow a gun.
Zhang Heng heard that he was very capable, with thirty men, five guns, and the name of the Zhang family in Dagou Town, let alone ruffians, even if they encountered real bandits, everyone could follow them around.
To put it bluntly, it would be enough for Zhang Heng to escape back to modern times before the bandits killed everyone.
Of course, using the space-time gate to escape is the last resort.
Taking a look at Zhang DaDa and Zhang Zhenhu who were following him, he thought that as long as he was not too unlucky, Zhang DaDa's martial arts and Zhang Zhenhu's marksmanship could protect him and kill him.
"Those with guns will receive an extra piece of gold per person."
Zhang Heng waved his hand.
Half an hour later, thirty people set off in a mighty manner.
"What are your two names?"
Sitting on the carriage, Zhang Heng looked at the two Orion brothers who were carrying shotguns.
"My name is Zhang Dakui, and his name is Zhang Xiaokui."
The two brothers looked to be one in his early twenties and the other seventeen or eighteen years old, and they looked very similar.
Zhang Heng looked at the shotguns held by the two of them, and thought of their identities as hunters, and asked: "Since you are from hunters, your marksmanship should be good, right?"
"Within a hundred meters, seven or eight out of ten."
After Dakui finished speaking, he hurriedly added: "My brother's marksmanship is better than mine. He can hit anywhere within a hundred meters. All the bandits on the mountain have heard of his name."
Zhang Heng looked at Xiaokui.
Xiao Kui felt a little embarrassed when he saw it, and whispered: "There are times when we miss."
Zhang Heng was a little surprised: "Your marksmanship is so good, why didn't you join the army?"
"Mr. Heng, my brother hasn't married yet."
Dakui said hurriedly.
These days, warlords are fighting each other, and one's own people are fighting their own people. Being a soldier is not a good way out.
Unless you really can't afford food, who would become a soldier?
The two brothers, Dakui and Xiaokui, were hunters with guns after all. They could not starve to death by relying on the mountains.