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Although the night was dark and gloomy over the Zhu family's house, in the room, the flames of the glass stilted Danfeng Chaoyang oil lamp were beating and fluttering, and under the light, there were a few books scattered on the table, as well as a few messy foreign newspapers.

It was almost late at night, and at this time, Zhu Yifeng was lying on the rattan chair in the study, and a piece of "Beihua Jiebao" with a rough print was casually placed on the quilt covered in front of him.

He slept deeply, the corners of his mouth quivering from time to time. But suddenly, he screamed, sat up suddenly, opened his eyes wide, looked around, first dazed, and then muttered to himself.

"Ahh Another nightmare! ”

It's not a nightmare!

It's memory, more precisely, it belongs to Zhu Yifeng's memory, after waking up from a coma that day, Zhu Yifeng found that he had a lot of memories in his mind, it belonged to a memory of a boy who was only nineteen years old, and it was composed of countless fragments of memory.

And that kind of strong unwillingness and anger, for Zhu Yifeng, is equivalent to a burning nightmare, which always makes him wake up from the nightmare, and every time he wakes up, it takes him a long time to recover from the panic - this kind of panic may be the weakness of the dove's nest.

"It's okay, it's okay, now you're him, you're him......"

Muttering to himself in his heart, when Zhu Yifeng put the newspaper on the table, he looked at the date on the newspaper - December 1, 1852.

This is the date in the English newspaper.

It is very rare to say that this Zhu Yifeng actually knows English -- that is, eight years ago, after the opening of the Shanghai port and the establishment of the concession, at the request of the "cheap father", he learned English from the American missionaries in the concession, thinking that he would deal with foreigners in the future, and these "Beihua Jiebao" published in the Shanghai concession were not only a channel for him to understand the world, but also showed that he was different from ordinary people.

According to the memory in my mind, this newspaper was published half a month ago, so the corresponding time in the Western calendar should be the end of 1852.

Turning this time and even the concession of Shanghai and the Opium and Chip Wars more than ten years ago back and forth, this term kept churning in Zhu Yifeng's mind, and a little spark was rising in his chest.

The reason couldn't be simpler - measure the material resources of China and form a friendship with the country!

This sentence will always make any Chinese person angry, thinking of the following sixty or seventy years ago, the Manchu Qing Dynasty lost power and humiliated the country again and again to cede land compensation, while being angry, Zhu Yifeng only felt that his heart was boiling, since he has now come to this great era, if he does not make a big career, how can he be worthy of the "favor" of the dead lady?

Dead shemales!

Thinking of that voice that was neither male nor female, Zhu Yifeng's heart was secretly beating the drum, and after it threw itself in this time and space, it never appeared again.

Consciousness travel, time and space, new energy replenishment!

Could it be that he will appear again? Or maybe even take yourself home?

Just when this thought came to him, he couldn't help but look at the mirror next to the desk, which he had specially ordered to be placed on the table, and looking at this ordinary-looking young man in the mirror from the mirror, perhaps he could only be called fair and delicate at best, and the only thing that attracted attention was that his small eyes were unusually dark, which made him a stranger-looking person.

Although the black eyes are very bright, it is difficult to hide the sickly paleness on his face, Zhu Yifeng was infected with "typhoid fever" and died, and now the only thing that makes people happy is that in the few days after the "resurrection", the symptoms of typhoid fever have completely disappeared, maybe this is different from the help of that "shemale", after all, according to normal reasoning, he should not let the host be easily injured by the disease.

But looking at the thin and pale face in the mirror, Zhu Yifeng knew in his heart that now he was just Zhu Yifeng, Zhu Yifeng who came back from the dead!

"From now on, you are Zhu Yifeng, Zhu Yifeng is you!"

Again, when he was talking to himself to the face that was becoming familiar in the mirror, Zhu Yifeng noticed that his eyes were shining like stars in the dark night.

At this time, Zhu Yifeng had completely woken up, he stood up, leaned against the window and looked out of the window, the courtyard outside the window was dark and oppressive, and there was no light in sight.

Shanghai!

Closing his eyes, Zhu Yifeng's mind conjured up a strange Shanghai, the dilapidated, crowded, dirty Shanghai county, and of course, the adjacent Shanghai Concession by the river, at this time the Shanghai Concession was far from the prosperity of decades later, in his mind, the concession was only a few Western-style buildings and a warehouse, and now there are only more than 1,000 foreigners living there.

Thinking of the expansion of the concession as a country within a state in the coming decades, he couldn't help but feel a wave of dissatisfaction in his heart.

"This Manchu Qing is really damned!!"

Thinking of this, Zhu Yifeng secretly laughed at himself:

"Don't you still want to make a big difference? Isn't that just right? The reason is normal and sufficient! ”

Traveling to the Qing Dynasty, rebellion is not a reason, and it can even be said to be an inevitable choice, although there were still those ambitions before, but the cold wind blowing through the window cracks, Zhu Yifeng still couldn't help but shiver, and hurriedly sat back on the chair, covering the small quilt on his body to block the cold, and after staring and sitting for a while, Zhu Yifeng's brows were wrinkled.

"You don't need a reason to rebel, but what can you do to rebel?"

Although in the past few days, his "cheap" daughter-in-law did not mention the family affairs to him, through the observation of the past few days, more precisely, it was the fragmentary memory fragments in his mind that told him that the Zhu family had actually reached the point of poverty in the twilight, and the scenery of the past had long disappeared, and the "far-sighted" father had experienced several business failures when he was alive, if not, how could he plan to marry the Xu family for his son's future, and marry Xu Lingyun, a concubine of the Xu family, for his son. And this Zhu Yifeng is disgusted with his mother as a "concubine", and in the two years since they got married, the two have never had the same room.

"It's actually just for the sake of being born......"

Thinking of Xu Lingyun's charming face and perfect body curves, Zhu Yifeng couldn't help but smile secretly, he really cheapened himself, and waited for his body to recover......

When the thought in her heart surfaced, another voice appeared in her mind, if that "shemale" sent herself back to the original time and space, what would she do? Also, what if you are only halfway through your big business?

Could it be that you are just here to eat and drink and wait for "home"?

When his thoughts were turning rapidly, and he was about to develop "in the direction of the future", the sound of a creaking wooden ladder outside the door came through the door, and then the door was gently pushed open, and a stocky middle-aged man walked into the room lightly.

It was Zhu Fucai who entered the house, he was an old servant of the Zhu family, more than 20 years ago, he was still a little beggar, he was picked up by Zhu Yifeng's father from Jiangkou and returned home, from then on, he became a servant of the Zhu family, after he entered the house, he saw that the young master had not yet slept, he was stunned.

"Young master, it's so late this night, why haven't you slept yet?"

There was a faint sense of anger in his deep voice, in his opinion, the young master's body was so weak now, he naturally couldn't stay up late.

Looking at Zhu Fucai, who has wide shoulders and thick back, and even his cotton clothes are bulging with muscles, Zhu Yifeng can't help but envy his sturdiness, just his body is resting in the future generations, maybe he is also the master of bodybuilding champions, and the reason why Zhu Fucai's body is strong is entirely because in addition to servants, he is also his father's personal bodyguard when he was in business, which is also deliberately done by the "cheap dad", otherwise he would not have let him join the martial arts when he was young.

"Well, I slept before, and I ...... I remembered something again, but my mind was still a little fuzzy. ”

When he was just "resurrected", in the face of his crying daughter-in-law, "confused brain" became his excuse, although the memory has been absorbed a lot, but perhaps because of the impact of death on memory, in addition to particularly deep memories, more are just scattered memory fragments, those memory fragments are incoherent, so that in the past few days, Zhu Yifeng only felt that his memory was like a mess, and there were really a lot of things that he hadn't figured out, and even Zhu Yifeng's memory and Zhu Yifeng's memory had some confusion, the most important thing- How many family backgrounds the Zhu family has, as a family member, he can't find it.

"Fucai, I'll ask you to answer and see if there's anything missing in your head."

When the young master said this, Zhu Fucai was stunned for a moment, then nodded in response.

"Well, young master, just ask."

In the next half an hour, Zhu Yifeng asked some questions that he needed to know, of course, after the Zhu family moved to Shanghai County, how many households were there in total, and other questions were not really what he cared about.

"Fucai, tell me the truth, how many belongings is left in our Zhu family now!"

"Young master, although the youngest entered the Zhu family with the old man at the age of twelve, but the family affairs, the youngest person doesn't know much,"

Although Zhu Fucai seems to be a rough person, he listens to the young grandmother's orders, and now that the young master's body is recovering, he naturally doesn't want the young master to worry about those trivial matters.

"Oh?"

Responding lightly, looking directly at Zhu Fucai, Zhu Yifeng said slowly:

"You don't have to hide it from me, if I'm not mistaken, now our Zhu family should be worse than a day......"

Saying this, the sickly face showed some worry, looking at the young master's appearance, Zhu Fucai hurriedly said.

"Young master, you don't have to worry about this, although our Zhu family moved to Shanghai, it is not as beautiful as the past, but the master's vision back then was not comparable to outsiders, even if the money owed to our Zhu family outside would not come back......"

Although he has been following the master for more than ten years, Zhu Fucai is also shrewd, but caring is chaotic, and when he saw the young master with a worried face, he hurriedly said.

"Not to mention anything else, with the warehouse in the concession, the young master can be able to live without food and clothing for a few lifetimes......"

The information revealed in Zhu Fucai's words still made Zhu Yifeng's heart move. Yo, I never thought that I was still a landlord, a landlord in Shanghai! …… Indeed, as long as you guard the warehouse, and it is also a warehouse in the concession, let alone this life, even a few lifetimes, I am afraid that you will not be able to eat and drink!

"Eight years ago, the foreigners' concession was opened outside the city, and merchants from all over the city gathered in Shanghai, and the shops in the county were expensive, but no one thought that the land in the concession was also valuable, and the land that the lord rented from the concession forever is now a good place, and it is inevitable that someone will fight our family's idea......"

The words of wealth made Zhu Yifeng's mind immediately appear that Liang Wenzuo, that person was a businessman who came to Shanghai from Guangdong after the opening of Shanghai, specializing in doing business with foreigners, and the reason why his "father" helped him back then was that he wanted to introduce him to do business with foreigners. That person is also eyeing his warehouse in the concession, otherwise how would he come to the door to force debts?

"Fucai, how much does our family owe to the outside?"

"This, this has to be asked by the young grandmother!"

Young grandma, isn't it...... Thinking of his cheap daughter-in-law who respected each other, Zhu Yifeng's heart suddenly moved, and his body seemed to have almost recovered, so he said to Zhu Fucai.

"At noon, don't send the meal to the study, I'll eat with the young grandmother."