Originally, Mao Jue was going to bribe his father early in the morning, who knew that plans were always faster than changes, and before he could get an octopus-like girl from himself, he also drooled in his chest to figure out the situation, and the people downstairs had already shouted.

"Young Master, someone is looking for you!"

The physiological education in this year is definitely too backward and backward, obviously Mao didn't do it, the two of them wore similar to zongzi, but after getting up, the girl in plain clothes was so shy that she couldn't do it, and she ran away by herself, but Mao Jue had to come out hungry to meet guests.

Don't say, it's easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it's hard to go from luxury to thrift! These days, what robes and scarves are all handled by plain clothes, how awkward it is to wear it by yourself, the sleeves are crooked, and the long hair of the son left by Mao Jue in the previous one is simply draped behind him, fortunately, he is not an elegant person.

"I've seen Childe!"

It was his brother-in-law Wen Meng who came to find Mao Jue, this guy probably didn't know where to gamble, his eyes were red, and the black circles under his eyes were thick, but this guy was indeed a man, and if he continued to play like this, his body bones were still so hard, he walked steadily, and he was not frivolous at all.

Holding his fists, this guy's eyes were aimed at the table, probably looking for something to eat, but Mao Jue was hungry, where could he get food.

Fortunately, tobacco in the north is still a rare thing in this year, and it was not until Chongzhen was more than ten years old that it spread to Liaodong, forcing Huang Taiji to issue a decree to prohibit the cultivation of dry tobacco, otherwise this goods is estimated to have to bring a smell of smoke, but even so, the smell of sweat in the gambling house still smoked Mao Jue's eyes green.

"Where are you fooling around, what does it smell like, and you don't know how to wash it!"

"Hey, young master, forgive me! We are soldiers, just this smell of death, and only by going to the battlefield can we scare those dog slaves. With a smile on his hippie face, this guy is also familiar with the road, and he directly looked over Mao Jue and looked back.

"That, young master, where is Su Yi?"

"Who knows, the temper is not right today, maybe the eldest aunt is here!"

was also depressed and underestimated, Mao Jue immediately asked impatiently again: "What's the matter with coming to Lao Tzu so early?" ”

This year's first menstrual event is called Tianhua, Mao Jue's sentence is stunned, Wen Mengzhi was confused, isn't this an orphan? Besides, even if someone's aunt comes, isn't it a good thing to have more relatives? Why is the young master's nose not a nose and a face not a face?

He didn't dare to get involved in the Mao family's family affairs, it seemed that this breakfast couldn't be mixed, and this thing was simply listless.

"Young master, didn't you order something at the blacksmith shop in the barracks north of the city? They asked me to bring you a message, and when the things are done, let you pick them up! ”

Mao Jue's eyes couldn't help but light up when he heard this, he counted the beginning of customization, and there were seven or eight days, if he stayed, don't try to be fast, the finer the better, but as long as he completes a handful, he is called to go over to take it, which has now been more than four months, who knows when Yuan Chonghuan, the old boy, will come over, there is a guy who defends himself, and then follow up Mao Wenlong, once this guy is in trouble, no matter what Liaodong Sanjie he is, he will kill him directly, at least keep his own iron rice bowl.

Thinking about it, Mao Jue wanted to pack up his things and go out, but as soon as he moved forward, the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of his feet made him confused, and he waved his hand at Wen Meng in annoyance.

"There is a water tank at the door, wash Lao Tzu first!"

"No, young master, it's weirdly cold this day, besides, let's ...... soldiers."

"After a while, Lao Tzu will go to eat the mutton on East Street and burn corn porridge, if you don't go, you don't need to wash it, get out of the way for Lao Tzu!"

"Gotcha! Get! Get! You're my uncle, so let's go wash it! ”

…………

I don't know how dirty this goods are, I put a tank of washed slurry, and there is still a smell on my body, and the restaurant was disgusted by Mao Jue to the table opposite, which affects the appetite of the province, but this guy doesn't care, as if he hasn't eaten for eight hundred years, the mutton was burned in half a basin, and the millet porridge was made in half a basin, and then he followed Mao Jue out with a full burp.

But don't say it, the price of goods in these years is really cheap, this breakfast, if it was placed in his time, he couldn't get it without one hundred and thirty or forty yuan, and he only asked for a hundred yuan here, and it was only fifty yuan if he really wanted to meet Grandpa Mao.

This time I didn't call a carriage, this Wen Meng came on horseback, and Mao Fu was not short of horses, looking at the novelty, Mao Jue also pulled out a black light big Liao horse from the stable, followed by this guy, who knew that this horse was a war horse raised by Mao Wenlong, but it was very cunning, looking at Mao Jue was a novice, jumping up and down like a husky, and when he arrived at the military camp in the south of the city, he almost didn't kill Mao Jue.

It's still the same bunch of blacksmith shops that pollute the environment, the muscular old man and the old man and the men of the blacksmith shop have been waiting there for a long time, seeing Mao Jue's arrival, these people are all cautiously hugging each other, especially the old man, who barely put a table and tea in the room where the blacksmiths slept, and then took out the gun tremblingly.

Watching Mao Jue lift the revolver made of various parts, these blacksmith hearts are all in his throat.

There is no labor protection law these days, and if Mao Jue is not satisfied, they will all have to be unlucky.

But even if these blacksmiths build it quietly, the first revolver of the Ming Dynasty is also very rough, the gun handle is simply an iron bar, the body tube and the runner still have the breath of smelting, and it is heavy in the hand, similar to the iron rooster gun during the Anti-Japanese War, but under the pull, the lever is played, and the wheel is very smoothly peeled off and aimed at the muzzle, and the interface is also tightly sealed, it can be seen that these blacksmiths have really wasted a lot of thought.

"What about not practicing fake tricks, gunpowder and lead? Ben Gongzi wants to try the gun. ”

"Yes! Yes! Both! ”

The old man hurriedly got up and went out again.

This revolver bullet is also special, the sharp arrow made of lead, just stuffed in the revolver drum full, and then the gunpowder is tamped, it seems that this delivery is really a big deal, the yard has been placed on the wooden gun handle, which is also inlaid with a lot of size of the gun hole, holding the gun handle with both hands, aiming along the Wangshan Mountain, Mao Jue lifted the hammer inlaid with flint in the front section, and immediately pulled the trigger quickly and continuously.

The sound of the clatter and the white smoke burst out in the courtyard of the blacksmith shop, and six shots were fired in a row, and the bullets in the drum were all gone, Mao Jue felt that his wrist was going to be broken, but looking at the shooting result, it was really miserable, except for the first shot that hit the edge of the wooden pier, the remaining five shots, all of which flew, and the last shot was stuck in the yard I don't know which unit's big iron pot.

However, the lethality is not to say, and the iron pot flute with a finger's thickness has been pierced by the beating.

"Young Master, this ......"

Looking at the shooting result, the old man's throat was dry, for fear that Mao Jue would be dissatisfied and angry, but fortunately, he shook his numb hand, Mao Jue actually took out a bunch of money from his pocket and threw it to him with a smile.

"The thing is good, Ben Shao accepted it, this money will reward you, buy some delicious food to make up for the big guys, and strive to make the next few hits better than this, the accuracy is higher, do a good job, this young master will also be rewarded!"

"Thank you, young master! Thank you, young master! ”

The status of the craftsman in these years is indeed low, seeing that Mao Jue was relieved, these blacksmiths were like being amnestied, and hurriedly hugged their fists and bowed, thanking them with gratitude, this is so hot, let Mao Jue write it, I'm embarrassed.

…………

With the silver in his hand, Mao Jue became restless, and at noon he handed over several poor relatives of the Wen family together, and called a table for a banquet in the glass workshop by the sea, these days, the two "soul" artists Wen Yuange and the shoe seller burned out one or two hundred pieces of glass products, and a variety of shelves were placed, and it looked like the cups and pans were quite pleasing to the eye.

It's just that it's still selling too slowly.

"He Laosi, Ben Shao wants to set up a shop, you are the most well-informed, do you know where you can get it on our Phi Island?"

On the wine table, looking at the glassware that had been hoarded a lot, Mao Jue asked with some sorrow.

It seems that this is really his lucky day, and things are really going well, throwing down half of the chicken leg that looks like a dog gnawing, patting his oily hand, this little thief is quite excited to pat his thigh.

"Hey, it's really time to go, young master, in the east of the city, the old man surnamed Jiao is going back to Shandong to retire, three big tile houses facing the street, waiting to make a move!"

"Oh? Good things, eat the fuck quickly! After eating, let's go check it out! ”

These relatives of the Wen family are really poor, as soon as they heard that Mao Jue wanted to open a shop, they couldn't take care of good wine and meat, so they hurriedly took a few sips, and more than a dozen people shouted and drank and followed Mao Jue and swaggered onto the street.

But this shop is really worth it!

Three blue brick and tile houses, all of which are facing east, add up to three or four hundred square meters, and there are small courtyards and wing rooms in the back, this old man is a grocery store, the house is alkaline noodles, salt or something, and there are a lot of tun.

The only difference is that this old man Jiao is not how Siyong said, he is in a hurry to go back to his hometown in Shandong to retire, but his son only came to a letter, shop, and people still cherish it!

"What? Not for sale? Do you know who my young master is? The governor of our Phi Island, the son of Mao Dashuai, and the young marshal Mao! Buying this shop is to look up to you! If you dare to prick your hair and pout your cheeks, believe it or not, you will be sent to the general army yamen! ”

What is a fox and a fake tiger, Mao Jue can be regarded as having seen it, a Wen Meng, a He Siyong, the two guys are yelling louder than a rooster, originally the old Jiaotou relied on himself to have a little relationship in the yamen, and he didn't take the two of them very seriously, but when he heard Mao Jue's name, he suddenly withered.

No wonder there was little evil in ancient times! With such a dog's leg, it can't be evil anymore! In the end, the old man took out the deed with tears in his eyes, and while preparing to press the handprint, Mao Jue thought speechlessly.

The handprint of the red Tongtong was pressed, and the elder Wu of the two streets nodded and testified, twenty taels of silver, Mao Jue's first industry in the Ming Dynasty finally took root, and he began to stabilize like a fierce old driver in his career in the Ming Dynasty!