Chapter 53: Don't blame the patriarch for being cruel
"Zhang Zhenhu personally initiated it."
"There is no doubt that some people miscalculated the situation and thought we would compromise with them."
"I think it is necessary to let these people understand that their destiny is in our hands, not theirs. This wrong idea must not take root in their minds."
"I don't know the situation in Yangjiang at the moment, but I am willing to give you the right to act according to the situation. I believe you will handle this matter well and not let me down... Zhang Hengliu."
Look at the writing on the paper.
Zhang Heng took a deep breath.
He has always been very clear that Zhang Zhenhu is a radical person who does things unscrupulously.
There is a fierce tiger hidden deep in his heart. Similarly, if he were not such a person, he would not be the head of the bodyguard of the trading company and the future Lord of Aquarius Mountain. This is why Zhang Heng reused him.
So he knew very well what Zhang Zhenhu would do after receiving this telegram.
He will feel that he is supported and recognized.
Zhang Zhenhu is a person who believes in using force to solve problems. With this kind of support and recognition, he will do more radical things than he expected.
He would lead troops to break into the homes of those gentry, smash open their granaries, and buy their grain at extremely low prices.
Even when necessary, he would kill the chicken to scare the monkey, letting people know that the Zhang family is not easy to mess with, let alone messed with.
And this is exactly what Zhang Heng wants to do but cannot do.
There is also another reason for this.
With the gradual development of militia groups, the armed forces are growing stronger.
There are currently two factions of people around Zhang Heng. One is the civilian faction, headed by Zhang Zhentian, who is responsible for logistics operations and asset management.
The other faction is the military attachés like Zhang Zhenhu who hold guns.
Zhang Zhenhu went to the county town when he was a teenager and made a name for himself in the county town. He is a role model for many young people in the Zhang family.
Later, Zhang Heng put him in charge of the militia, which enhanced his prestige to a certain extent.
Nowadays, with the militia as the backbone, the First Regiment, the Second Regiment, and the Third Regiment have evolved.
But the core is still the old militia group, so Zhang Zhenhu's momentum is gaining momentum invisibly.
Although Zhang Heng knew that Zhang Zhenhu was quite loyal to him, there were some things he had to guard against.
Let Zhang Zhenhu deal with these gentry and become this evil person just to prevent him from having some inappropriate thoughts in the future.
People without thought, he must worry about.
Zhang Heng believes in a saying that only gives seven points to others and keeps three points for himself.
He will never trust someone completely and 100%.
So not only brothers Zhang Zhenhu, Zhang Zhentian, Zhang Dadan, Zhang Muzhi, Dakui and Xiaokui, they also have their own back-up arrangements.
It's just that Zhang Zhenhu was the first to be restrained.
"Huzi, actually I know that you want to be a brigade commander and be in charge of three regiments, not the commander of one regiment."
"I also know that you look down on little Quina and think that he is not qualified enough to be the leader of the Third Regiment and to be on an equal footing with you."
"Actually, I know everything, but I can't satisfy you!"
"It's easy to share joys and sorrows, but it's difficult to share wealth and honor. If I let you have everything you want, I'm actually hurting you and taking your life."
"On the contrary, like this, if you should do things and take the blame, you can be like a roly-poly and share weal and woe with me. I hope you can understand this truth, otherwise..."
Zhang Heng said in a faint tone: "If one day comes, don't blame the patriarch for being cruel. You must know that I am the entire future of the Zhang family."
After reciting, Zhang Heng picked up the second telegram.
The second telegram was from Zhang Zhentian. There was nothing important in it, it was all trivial matters.
For example, when the Tian clan was doing some accounting the other day, seven yuan of expenses went to unknown places. After a group of people calculated it for a long time, they discovered that it turned out to be a miscalculation.
During factory construction yesterday, a worker hit his foot with a hammer and took three days of sick leave.
This morning, a tribesman was teasing someone else's wife, but the other party overheard and they got into a fight, which broke their noses.
Also, the wood brought in at noon was not of sufficient size and could not be used as beams and pillars. It could only be used as scraps.
In short, they are all trivial matters.
Zhang Heng watched with great interest.
evening...
Tianjing Nancheng, maple forest.
North Spring Garden Stage.
"good!"
A stage was set up in the woods, and there were endless cheers.
Zhang Heng leaned on a bamboo pole and sat under a tree with his eyes closed to meditate, feeling out of tune with the enthusiastic theater fans around him.
"Okay, let's take a look!"
Every time there is a wonderful scene, everyone will throw reward money on the stage.
Looking at the enthusiastic look of everyone, it is no different from modern people chasing stars, or even worse.
"Thank you, thank you everyone."
When the song has an end.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, the actors came on stage to say thank you.
Everyone parted reluctantly, discussing the performance clips just now, talking about the highlights, and spitting out words.
Another half hour.
When everyone was almost gone, Zhang Heng slowly opened his eyes and whispered: "Go..."
Whoosh!!
The paper man flew out of Zhang Heng's sleeves and went straight to the backstage.
Zhang Heng did not follow him, because these opera singers were all brothers and sisters of Chu Meiren. Unless he was crazy, he would not do anything wrong.
"Chu Chu, Chu Chu is really you!"
Soon, a cry came from behind the stage: "Back then you left without saying goodbye. We looked for you for a long time and thought we would never see you again in this life."
"Master and everyone, are you okay?"
"Okay, everything is fine. It's just that Master is getting older and his body and bones are not as good as before."
Listening to the whispers inside, Zhang Heng closed his eyes and started meditating again.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly the sound of drama came from the stage where the lanterns were supposed to be taken off and closed.
This sound is soft and moving, and the sound alone makes people imagine.
Zhang Heng sat cross-legged under the tree and couldn't help but look up.
What caught my eye was a delicate beauty wearing a dark blue costume, singing "Emperor's Flower" babblingly on the stage.
The main idea of the lyrics is: "Borrow me a cup and recommend it to the Fengtai. The emperor's daughter will burn the incense with tears. I wish to die and go back to thank my parents, with tears, tears, and secret sadness."
This was the first time Zhang Heng saw Chu Meiren’s true face.
Very beautiful...
After one hour.
Outside the theater.
"Why don't you tell them the truth?"
"What they want is not the truth."
"Right..."
Under the moonlight, Zhang Heng walked forward slowly, leaning on a bamboo pole. After walking for more than a dozen steps, he paused slightly and said: "Then you shouldn't lie to them, saying that you will be the concubine of Marshal Zhang from Yangjiang County.
Send my banknotes to everyone."
"no more chance."
silence...
Zhang Heng suddenly felt sad and sighed: "I passed by Tianjing after returning from Changbai Mountain. You can come and see it again."
"No matter how you look at me, I'm still a ghost, not a human being. I was so worried about scaring them just now."
Bang!!
The paper man exploded and turned into a ghost.
Chu Meiren's long hair covered her face, and her black nails lifted her hair, revealing her pale face and white eyes without pupils: "Just like this!"
Looking at the terrifying face in front of me.
Zhang Heng didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he nodded silently: "It's clear..."