Your Majesty, please resign again

Chapter 95 Dashui and Dragon King Temple, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming!

Autumn is probably the most comfortable season in Bianjing.

The autumn air is crisp, the sky is cloudless, and the entire Bianjing sky is azure.

The three brothers hurriedly cleaned the stove and put it back on the donkey cart. Zhang Jun sent Zhang Heng to the market to buy eggs, oil noodles, etc. The seasonings could be preserved, and there was still some left, so there was no need to buy new ones. By the afternoon, it was finally over. Purchase neatly.

Zhang Xun said enthusiastically: "Today we three brothers come back to the world, and we will definitely make a lot of money!"

Zhang Shu came over and asked, "Brother, before setting off, why don't you pay homage to the God of Wealth?"

Zhang Jun suddenly felt moved: "Bow down?"

Zhang Shu nodded fiercely: "Bye!"

Suddenly I encountered a problem: "Our family does not have a dedicated God of Wealth."

Zhang Heng gave an idea: "It's okay to worship the Kitchen God, and by the way, I can also worship the Earth God."

Just do what you say, there are still some incense candles at home, Zhang Jun is filial, and will come back to offer incense to his parents on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, so there are a lot of them at home.

The three brothers burned incense and lit candles, and worshiped the Stove God and the Earth God devoutly. Zhang Jun then instructs his two younger brothers to offer incense to their parents: "Parents are the greatest gods of wealth for their children, so they must also pay homage."

Zhang Shu and Zhang Heng followed the good deeds and followed the flow.

Zhang Shu also prayed with his parents while worshiping: "...I hope my parents will bless my third brother to be able to clear his high school this time and bring glory to his ancestors..."

Zhang Jun nodded repeatedly, feeling that his second son had finally become sensible, but what he heard next made him furious.

Zhang Shu said impressively: "...My parents hope that this son Zhang Shu will be favored by a rich family. Well...it's not possible for a rich widow. My eldest brother won't let me get married, so I hope they have a lot of money and a dowry..."

Zhang Jun pounced on him and gave him a beating.

Zhang Heng stood aside to break up the fight: "Oh, brother, stop hitting me. It won't hurt if you hit this spot. Oh, right, just hit the ribs. It will be itchy and painful."

Hey, the effect of this punch is quite good. It can be seen from the painful look on the second brother's face that he has been hit hard..."

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There are various kinds of trees in Daxiangguo Temple. When the autumn wind blows, the yellow leaves fall.

But this does not prevent people from Bianjing from visiting here. On the contrary, the Daxiangguo Temple in autumn is indeed beautiful, with yellow leaves all over the ground, bells ringing, and people buzzing.

The somber autumn, the tranquility of Buddhism, and the fireworks of the world converge here to form a very wonderful religious atmosphere with Chinese characteristics.

The original stall of the three brothers has been occupied by others.

But it doesn't matter, there are many places in Daxiangguo Temple.

As long as you are willing to pay for a stall, you can always find a spot. It just depends on the location.

However, Zhang Heng discovered that Daxiangguo Temple had a lot of egg-filled cake stalls, and thought that this business might not be particularly easy to do.

But to his surprise, not long after they set up the stall, an acquaintance came.

Regular customers who had eaten their egg-filled pancakes before were very happy to see them: "You are finally here. Hey, I just wanted to take this bite for you. Hurry up and give me two to satisfy your craving."

Zhang Xun was beaming and hurried to make pancakes, but Zhang Heng was chatting with this old customer: "Uncle, aren't there a few stalls over there? What's the matter, their egg-filled pancakes are not delicious?"

The uncle cheered and said: "It's not that it's not delicious, it can be eaten, but it's not your taste! I still miss your egg-filled pancakes after eating them for a long time."

Zhang Jun had quick hands and quickly wrapped the egg-filled biscuits and handed them to the uncle.

The uncle threw a few coins, took the egg and filled the cake, smelled it and said with a smile: "Your taste is still authentic."

He took a big bite, chewed it, his eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up and said, "This is the taste!"

In a hurry, the two pancakes were wiped out, and a few more were packed away, saying they were going to be given to the old son at home to try.

Later, regular customers came in an endless stream, and everyone was very happy to eat their pancakes again.

But someone was unhappy, and that was the nearby egg pancake stall owner.

Zhang Heng was maintaining order when suddenly many people came over with rolling pins.

They waved their rolling pins and drove away the guests so fiercely that the guests were frightened and fled away.

Zhang Junke was so angry that he rushed forward brandishing a big shovel.

Zhang Shu was not good at it either, so he picked up the rolling pin from under the stall and rushed forward.

Zhang Heng was not behind either. He pulled the long stick supporting the stall tent, and it turned out to be an eyebrow-level stick, and a stick flower rushed forward.

Good guy, those people waving rolling pins felt bad: these three brothers are ruthless people!

They felt that these three brothers were not easy to mess with, but when things came to a head, it affected the survival of the stall and the interests of the gang, so they had no choice but to rush forward.

But this contact was full of complaints.

Needless to say, the three brothers of the Zhang family, Zhang Jun, are really strong men. They have to wear a large scholar's uniform to cover up their muscles. Although they are only wielding a shovel, the shovel is extremely fast. , always slap them in the face first;

The second brother, Zhang Shu, was not as strong as Zhang Jun, but he was still a man of 1.8 meters tall. Although he was a little thinner, he was still very strong. His strength was amazing, and he could swing the rolling pin much faster than them.

And the most ruthless one is Zhang Heng, the third child. He looks the youngest and the most gentle, but when playing with the eyebrow stick, he is nimble and vicious. The tip of the stick touches people's arms and insteps, and some people scream and fall to the ground.

In just a moment, the seven or eight people on the opposite side were almost defeated.

The three Zhang brothers looked at each other and smiled.

Just a small battle!

Compared to the gangsters we met on the way to Beijing, these are just little gangsters!

The three brothers quickly packed their things, not daring to delay.

Because Zhang Heng had already seen that some of the people at their stall had already gone to report the news, and there was probably a large force behind them, so it was better to leave first, so as not to be blocked here and suffer a big loss soon.

After running away, Zhang Heng planned to find Fan Wuji and Tong Boding and ask them what nonsense they were doing. They agreed to buy egg-filled cakes, but why is this market now occupied by others?

Zhang Heng's reaction was already fast enough, but the other party came even faster.

The three brothers had just finished packing and were about to get into the car, when someone suddenly jumped out and grabbed the reins of the little female donkey.

Zhang Heng's face darkened. He was afraid that things would not go well today. He had already raised his eyebrow-level stick, but suddenly someone shouted: "What are you doing!"

Zhang Heng turned around and smiled, it was Fan Wuji who was here.

Behind him was Tong Boding, who was running out of breath, and a large group of strong men.

The young man who grabbed the reins of the little she-donkey said happily: "Master, they are the ones who robbed our business and injured Daniel and the others. Let's capture them and torture them to see who instigated them." of!"

With a look of shame on his face, Fan Wuji quickly rushed in front of the young man, opened his bow from left to right, and slapped the young man several times, knocking out everyone in the circle.

The young man covered his face and looked at Fan Wuji with horror. Fan Wuji turned around, clasped his fists, then knelt down suddenly, shouting: "Sanlang! It's..."

Zhang Heng kicked Fan Wuji on the shoulder and said quickly: "Shut up! Find me where I am later!"

Only then did Fan Wuji realize that he couldn't expose his relationship with Saburo outside. He immediately leaned back and shouted: "Good work! I'm no match for you. That's what happened today. I'll invite a master to meet you tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he said to the young man: "Take Daniel and the others with you and leave quickly!"

The young people and strong men were still in a daze, but Tong Boding reacted quickly and said quickly: "Listen to the original poster and leave quickly!"

There was a rush, people came and went in a hurry, even the Zhang brothers took advantage of the chaos and left.

Not long after returning home, Tong Boding and Fan Wuji arrived.

As soon as Tong Boding came, he apologized profusely: "The flood really washed away the Dragon King Temple. Sanlang, you and Dalang Erlang were not injured, right?"

Zhang Heng smiled and waved his hands: "No injuries, are they okay?"

Tong Boding breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's fine if you are fine, they just deserve to be beaten, they are all very clumsy!

I have told them all, but they are still so weak-sighted that they should be beaten!

But the villain really didn’t think about Sanlang and you going back there to sell pancakes, so he was a little negligent.”

Zhang Heng was unwilling to say more about this matter and asked: "Are these people all new recruits?"

Tong Boding nodded and said: "Yes, many of the old people were killed before, some were scared and ran away, and they haven't come back for a while.

We have selected these among the refugees and have not properly disciplined them, so we have the misunderstanding today."

Zhang Heng nodded.

Tong Boding quickly reported: "...We have now hired about two hundred people, and the egg-filled cake stalls have basically been opened. The daily profit is enough to support the food, drink and diarrhea of ​​so many people. We are also working hard

Train and establish rules.

...and the water in Wuyou Cave has almost receded, and people are gradually entering again. Next, we plan to rebuild Yunzhong Tower below. First, we will kill some who behave excessively, and set up rules below.

It will be easier to manage later..."

Zhang Heng smiled and nodded, then looked at Fan Wuji.

Fan Wuji smiled sarcastically, but did not speak. He was rather clumsy with his mouth, and Tong Boding usually spoke more.

Zhang Heng nodded and said: "I understand that you want to monopolize the egg-filled cakes and collect some protection fees, but you have to be careful about your methods. Don't just resort to sticks. The methods can be diversified to avoid causing excessive trouble.

Too many disputes are not good.

Cao Shenjun probably hopes that you can maintain peace in the city and below, but if you continue to behave as before, I'm afraid it won't work.

That’s okay now. If the scale grows in the future, it will inevitably arouse people’s jealousy and become a thorn in the eyes of others, but you need to be careful.”

Tong Boding nodded repeatedly.

After that, Zhang Heng talked about some details, such as how to establish rules, how to train subordinates, how to establish eyeliners, how to cultivate some capable assistants, etc. Tong Boding listened with fascination.

These were evolved by Zhang Henghua using the enterprise structure of later generations. The enterprise is a very important invention in the industrial age and a very important organizational method. It is also very practical when used in the organization of underground gangs.

Zhang Heng does not want to use Yunzhong Tower to make money, but hopes that Yunzhong Tower can develop into an information collection agency, similar to a spy agency, so that it can help him collect all kinds of information about the entire Bianjing City, so that he can have a pair of eyes

.

Zhang Heng talked for a long time, and when it was almost over, he said: "That's it for now. I'll tell you more next time."

At this time, it was time for Tong Boding and Fan Wuji to say goodbye. Zhang Heng looked up and saw Tong Boding looking at him eagerly.

Zhang Heng said in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Tong Boding rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "The soap thing Sanlang said last time..."

Zhang Heng said, "Let me think about this matter again. There are some things that I haven't figured out yet. I will tell you after I have figured them out."

You can now rely on egg-filled cakes to survive, so let’s do this for now, and you will also develop other industries. As long as they are not harmful to nature, you can probably do other things.”

Tong Boding was a little disappointed, but he didn't dare to say anything. He could only say goodbye and left quietly with Fan Wuji.

Zhang Heng thought quietly for a while and nodded.

Previously, he wanted to give the soap business to Tong Boding and the others, but Zeng Gongliang reminded him not to do so, which made Zhang Heng wary.

Although Tong Bo Ding and Fan Wuji seem to have a good nature, he is a gangster after all, and people are far apart from each other, so it is better to be more cautious.

Before confirming their loyalty, such important weapons cannot be awarded easily.

However, this soap thing needs to be utilized.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng had a headache again. Having no one on hand was his most important thing right now.

When other people were promoted and became officials, they naturally had family members who could help them plan various businesses, and they also had a lot of help. However, it was difficult for the three brothers to rely on the family's strength, so everything was at a loss.

Have to start from scratch.

Let’s not talk about anything else now. Just a soap business, and there will be no trustworthy people to run it. There may be many things that need people in the future.

How can anyone dare to take out something like soap that can cause a sensation as soon as it is taken out?

However, this matter really cannot be rushed, so we can only put it on hold for now.

If an ordinary person encountered this kind of thing today, he would definitely be in a very depressed mood. Zhang Heng wanted to comfort Zhang Yu, but to his surprise, Zhang Yu and Zhang Shu were chatting quite excitedly.

"...I haven't played so comfortably for a long time."

This was Zhang Shu talking, Zhang Heng's face suddenly became happy, he could watch the show again.

But I heard Zhang Jun say: "...Yes, I hit you really hard, it's much more enjoyable than beating you!"

Zhang Shu: "..."

Zhang Heng: "..."

It was hard to sell the egg-filled pancakes for a while, and the three brothers didn't want to read, so they were free for a while.

Zhang Jun suggested that Zhang Heng should sleep more, but he himself pulled Zhang Shu and said that he wanted to clean the house.

After all, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.

After cleaning, I went to the market to buy things for the festival. It would be best to buy some gifts for Zeng Gongliang.

If you don’t bring gifts to your door on a regular basis, but if you don’t give gifts during holidays, that would be very ignorant of the world.

Zhang Heng couldn't sleep, so he rushed to do the cleaning work.

With so few people living there, this yard has accumulated a lot of dust. It really needs a good cleaning.

Speaking of which, when I checked in last time, I was in a hurry and I only did a perfunctory cleaning. This time, I happened to take everything out and give it a good cleaning.

This is a big project, but fortunately the three brothers are all strong, so things like moving furniture, climbing up and down, and exploring places are just ordinary things.

Zhang Heng also paid attention to the work in the yard. After inspecting it for a while, he decided to carry out renovations.

Most of the courtyards in this era were relatively primitive. There was a stone pavement at the entrance, but the rest of the courtyard was just a stretch of dirt.

If you were in the south, growing flowers, plants and vegetables would be a good idea, but in Bianjing in the autumn there is no way to grow anything.

I thought that I didn't have time to take care of it, so why not lay it with slates and make it clean? It would probably be good too.

Zhang Heng told Zhang Qu about this idea.

Zhang Jun had other ideas: "This matter will be put on hold for the time being. If you are admitted to the Jinshi by then, we will repair this place properly and the courtyard will have a completely new look."

Only then did Zhang Heng remember this. When people in the Song Dynasty won the Jinshi, there was a saying that they would change the gates, which meant destroying the gates and rebuilding them to show the difference in class.

Hmm...that's okay too.

Moreover, Zhang Jun also thought that if Zhang Heng won the Jinshi and became an official in the capital, they would no longer live here, and of course they would live in the house on Xijiaolou Street.

——It will be more convenient to go to court there, and then the yard here can be rented out.

The yard for rent is not worth spending any more money on!

Zhang Yu's economic calculations are very good.

After cleaning up the house, the three brothers took the donkey cart and went shopping. They needed food and drink for their own festivals, sacrifices to pay homage to their parents, and gifts for the Zeng family... there were quite a few.

Zhang Jun grinned as he took out the money, and kept mumbling words like "bankrupt, bankrupt, bankrupt."

Zhang Heng looked at Bianjing City as the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching with a smile.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is probably one of the favorite festivals of the Song people, and its importance is comparable to that of New Year's Eve and Yuan's Eve.

Although there are still a few days left, the entire Bianjing city is already full of festive atmosphere.

Even if the Song Dynasty suffered many defeats in the northwest this year, it would not affect the people of Bianjing from celebrating the festival.

War is a matter that the princes should consider, while the common people only focus on the fireworks in front of them.

After purchasing a large cart of things, the little female donkey struggled to pull the goods, but when they got home, they were dumbfounded.

First, Shopkeeper Zhou came over with a cart full of things, saying that they were holiday supplies that Mrs. Zeng had prepared for the three brothers.

There are all kinds of chicken, duck, sheep, fish, fruits and vegetables, and there are also all kinds of sacrifices to worship the moon goddess. It can be said that it is very thoughtful.

This wasn't over yet, not long after, Hou Junping from the inner storage warehouse also came.

He also came in a big truck, carrying a truck full of holiday supplies.

Hou Junping said with a smile, the mall probably won't be able to distribute dividends this year, but it can distribute some holiday supplies. These are the holiday supplies specially prepared for you at the command of shopkeeper Lu Da.

Zhang Heng looked at the festive supplies all over the courtyard and couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhang Jun was also dumbfounded: What should we do with so many food and drinks?

Five thousand chapters!

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