"Ma Cuihua changed her name to Dongmei. I hope you will always be carefree and don't know what trouble is."
"Wang Xiliu changed its name to Chunliu. I hope you can dance with the wind and be graceful like the willow tree in spring."
"Song Qiunan changed his name to Qiu Ju. I hope you will be as healthy and long-lived as Neng Juhua and bring good luck."
After Zhang Heng talked to the three of them, he looked at An Yuyu, who was like a little tiger: "Your name is Xia Zhu. Zhu has the reputation of a gentleman in ancient times. He has the most character and integrity, and he matches you very well."
"I..."
An Yuyu was a little resistant.
Zhang Heng was not angry, but said calmly: "You should know very well what kind of person your father is."
"Even if you run away and run out of rice at home, he will sell you to you again."
"You met me this time. If you meet a fat man or are simply sold to a cave, have you ever thought about your fate?"
An Yuyu's face was pale.
She is 15 years old, which is already a big girl in ancient times. Of course she knows what a cave dwelling is.
"People must learn to accept their fate."
"If you think you can stay, then stay. If you can't stay, I can afford to lose twenty dollars, so I won't stop you."
"You decide whether you want to leave or stay. It's not sweet to be forced. I'm also afraid of sleeping at night if someone suddenly gives me two swords."
Zhang Heng has a peaceful mind.
The most indispensable thing in the chaotic era is two-legged people. There is a white ocean, but there is no one to help them.
Although An Yuyu looks good, looks are worthless in troubled times.
An Yuyu looked confused.
She really didn't want to be sold, but when the time came and she was asked to leave, she didn't know where to go.
There was definitely no way to go home. With the war going on, where could a little girl like her go? Even if she didn't starve to death on the road, she might not end up well.
"Master, can I still call you An Yuyu?"
An Yuyu decided not to leave, but she didn't want to be called Xia Zhu because that name was too unpleasant.
"Leave?"
An Yuyu remained silent.
"Leave?"
Zhang Heng asked again.
An Yuyu knew he couldn't escape, so he bit his lip and said, "I'll stay, but I don't want to call him Xia Zhu. I'm Yuyu."
Zhang Heng shook his head: "You can stay, but you have to call me Xia Zhu. Whether you can get your name back in the future depends on your performance."
An Yuyu had tears in her eyes. After all, her arms couldn't twist her thighs.
"Brother Heng, I'm back."
It was already dark, and Zhang Zhenhu came back with a glowing face.
Zhang Heng knew at a glance that he had gained a lot and asked, "Did you find out clearly?"
"It's clear, the price of Hanyang-made is 26 yuan, the German-made Mauser 1898 is 42 yuan, and the American-made 1917 is 40 yuan. These three types of guns are long guns. Buy the gun and get 100 bullets for free."
"The short one is mainly the American-made 1911 General Officer's Pistol, which costs 70 yuan."
"The Mauser 1896 box gun is cheaper, only 65 yuan."
"If you buy old guns or obsolete guns in stock, the price can be cheaper. Taking the 1888 Committee as an example, one shot only costs 16 yuan. This is mainly used by warlords everywhere."
Zhang Zhenhu told what he had heard.
"Is it in stock?"
Zhang Heng asked.
Zhang Zhenhu replied: "As long as there is cash, there will be ready goods. All major foreign banks will make a fortune based on this."
Zhang Heng nodded, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Go there again tomorrow and discuss with the people from the foreign company. The Zhang family in Dagou Town wants to order 350 Mauser and 50 1911 general pistols.
Take away 50,000 hairpins and ask people from the foreign trade company to come over within three days."
After saying that, Zhang Heng asked again: "Can I pay cash on delivery?"
"Yes, people from foreign companies are not afraid that we will not give them money."
Zhang Zhenhu answered simply and neatly, but after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Heng, do we need so many guns? This is a lot of money?"
"Is it much?"
Zhang Heng had something in mind: "I still think it's too little."
When he first came back, although he had the reputation of being a wealthy businessman from Southeast Asia, he didn't show much real money.
It's different now. He has already revealed his wealth. If he doesn't hurry up and set up a vigilante group, he may have to think about his life.
This money cannot be saved. There are hundreds of guns here. With a little training, you don't have to worry about bandits and bullies. Only when you are safe can you think about the future.
As for reality, he still has some money on hand and is not in a hurry to use it.
The most important thing at the moment is to straighten out the Republic of China. Everything is difficult at the beginning. Once you get the beginning right, everything will become easier later on.
The years are quiet and peaceful.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Bang bang bang bang...
Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, the entire Dagou Town was filled with joy, and it was even more lively than the holidays.
Every household of the villagers got up early in the morning.
They have heard that starting from today, there will be a running water mat at the entrance of the ancestral hall for three days to celebrate Mr. Zhang Heng's return to the family tree after returning from Nanyang.
"Let's fire off the cannon, let's fire off the cannon!"
The children are more excited than the adults.
One by one, they followed the parade of people setting off firecrackers and happily picked up unexploded firecrackers. Whoever picked up more firecrackers was the prettiest.
"Errrr..."
After the cannon was fired, the opera singers began to perform on stage.
People of all ages, young and old, gathered together in twos and threes, occasionally pointing at the characters on the stage, occasionally twitching their noses, and following the smell to take a look at the big pot that was set up.
What was stewed in that pot was meat.
Potato stewed pork, not to mention eating it, just smelling the taste will make your mouth water.
"Yeah!"
The old patriarch Zhang Dahai looked at everything in front of him with a cane, and the smile on his face never stopped.
"Grandpa Patriarch, are we going to eat meat today?"
A group of six or seven-year-old urchins were circling around Zhang Dahai.
Zhang Dahai nodded with a smile: "Eat meat, eat it freely, it's enough."
Dagou Town is a poor place, and it is already difficult to survive without starving to death, and there are a few people who eat meat until they are full.
Not to mention other people, even Zhang Dahai himself doesn't eat much meat or fish.
This is true for the head of a clan, let alone other people.
"Here we come, Brother Heng is here."
There was a commotion in the crowd.
Looking from a distance, Zhang Heng, wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket, walked over accompanied by Dakui and Xiaokui.
"Brother Heng!"
Someone in the crowd shouted something.
"Brother Heng!"
"Brother Heng!!"
Everyone shouted after him, and countless people rushed to say hello to him.
Zhang Heng waved his hand to indicate that there were too many people and it was impossible to respond to them all.
"coming."
The old patriarch looked at Zhang Heng with a smile on his face.
"Clan leader."
Zhang Heng lowered his head to show respect.
"Daxian is a good descendant, a good and sensible boy."
"Yes, our Zhang family hasn't been so lively for a long time. It's a dragon coming out."
There were many clan elders standing behind the old clan leader.
The clan elders are getting older one by one, standing in the front row with the support of their younger generations.
The oldest among them is an ancestor who is over a hundred years old and is sitting on a bed.
This ancestor was born in the Daoguang period and is 103 years old this year. He is a famous person in the clan.
"Burn incense!"
"Burn the paper!"
"Read, worship the ancestors!!"
Normally, for a clan member to return to their family tree, it only requires the clan leader and three clan elders to witness it.
Zhang Heng's treatment is comparable to that of the ten-year festival.
No, it is more grand than the ten-year festival.
During the ten-year festival, only two pig heads were placed, but now, not only the three animals gathered together, but also a theater troupe was invited to eat on the flowing water mat.
"Today is the day when our clan member, Zhang Heng, returns to his family tree. I want to say a few words here."
The ancestral hall has three floors inside and three floors outside, and it was crowded with people.
The clan elders sit in the ancestral hall, the elders of the big generation stand in the courtyard, and the mainstays of the Zhen generation stand outside the courtyard.
As for the descendants of the Chinese generation, they are not even qualified to approach the ancestral hall, so they can only look around eagerly.
"I, Zhang Dahai, have been the leader of this clan for thirty years."
"Speaking of which, I can't help you."
"Under my leadership, the Zhang clan is getting by. Even this ancestral hall is leaking from the east and repaired from the east. I want to overhaul it, but I haven't been able to do it after thinking about it for several years. I am not a good clan leader."
The old patriarch's eyes were red.
"Chief, everyone knows your hard work."
"Yes, in the past few decades there have been either riots or banditry. Life has become difficult."
The clan elders beat their chests and sighed.
"Natural and man-made disasters are true."
"It's true that I didn't lead you to live a good life."
"As the leader of the clan, I feel guilty, so today in front of everyone, I had a rash idea..."
The old patriarch looked at Zhang Heng: "I want to resign as the patriarch and let Zhang Heng take over."