Gao Hongsheng wished that someone would help him carry the backpack, anyway, he had to go to the mountains for a walk, and it was not good for someone to help carry the backpack.

To be honest, the backpack was dead, nearly sixty pounds.

It would be really hard to let Gao Hongsheng carry him up the mountain, but in Hong Jincai's hands, it was like carrying a toy, and he got on his shoulders with a light stroke, and he actually had to carry it up the mountain.

Gao Hongsheng hurriedly chased after him, ran to Hong Jincai's side, and pulled out the two backpack belts in a low voice, and carried the backpacks to Hong Jincai.

Feng Laosi followed behind and looked at the two of them like a diorama, and when the backpack was carried to Hong Jincai's body, he nodded secretly, and said in his heart This thing is really good, just like the back basket, carrying it up the mountain can save a lot of effort.

With the bright moonlight in the sky, the three of them lined up in a line and slowly climbed up the mountain road, along the way, Hong Jincai and Feng Laosi kept talking about Gao Hongsheng's origin.

Gao Hongsheng has already made a good rhetoric, this set of rhetoric to deceive the government may not work, but it is much easier to deceive a group of bandits, and they can't go to the customs yamen to check their customs clearance records, so it's just a casual arrangement.

A young man who has lived abroad, cares about his hometown, and wants to return to China to help his fellow villagers live a good life, was instilled in the hearts of the two bandit leaders by Gao Hongsheng.

Along the way, the three of them talked and laughed, and they also walked very quickly in Gao Hongsheng's overseas experiences and interesting conversations.

The three of them didn't feel anything, but they confused the light and dark sentry posts of the bandits along the way.

The two masters went down the mountain once, and then invited a gentleman in flower clothes to go up the mountain, and when they greeted each other, they secretly glanced at Gao Hongsheng with their eyes.

Gao Hongsheng had a smile on his face, as if he had known everyone for a long time, and nodded at every bandit who came out, just like the leaders checked the posts, and almost shouted that the brothers had worked hard.

Following the zigzag road, Gao Hongsheng, who was one foot deep and one foot shallow by the moonlight, followed the two bandit leaders up the mountain in a happy mood.

Along the way, in the greetings of the light and dark whistles, Gao Hongsheng has already figured out the status of the two people around him, the one who carries his backpack in front is the three masters, and the one who follows him with a big knife in the back is the big boss.

Stumbled up the mountain for more than half an hour, then turned a mountain bend, bypassed a mountain beam, suddenly opened up in front of me, there is a small mountain recess, along the mountain dozens of thatched houses faintly hidden in the mountain forest, the middle of the mountain recess is a broken temple, there is a small square in front of the broken temple, through the small square through a gable, directly into the hall of the broken temple.

In the lobby, a few oil lamps made of large bowls are hung in the middle of the lobby, and the flickering flames flicker along the mountain breeze to set off the lobby a little yin sensen scary.

As soon as he entered the door of the lobby, Gao Hongsheng didn't see it clearly, and a group of people ran out of the lobby, one by one, the three masters shouted, and they were more diligent in snatching the backpacks that the three masters were carrying, and surrounded the two masters, and Gao Hongsheng entered the lobby.

How can he hug it, because along the way, Gao Hongsheng confused the bandits, thinking that he was the helper invited by the two masters. The vanguard had already come to tell the news.

Look at it, the three masters help carry things, and the big masters protect the back, can this be an idle person? Can this be an average person? You're welcome!

Feng Laosi, the big boss, was not polite, hummed a few times, and sat directly on the Taishi chair facing the door, and the third also sat on the lower hand chair on the right.

Gao Hongsheng was even more polite, he did it next to the third child, lowered his head and pulled the big backpack placed at the third child's feet, opened the zipper, and took out a gas lamp from it.

That's right, it's a gas lamp, not a kerosene lamp.

This gas lamp is one of the fist products brought by Gao Hongsheng, the gas lamp has not yet been made clear in this era, and now only the kerosene lamp has crossed the ocean to China, and the lack of virtue of Mobil in order to sell kerosene, actually gave the kerosene lamp for free, you said that if you bring things indiscriminately, you will not lose money.

The most important thing is that the gas lamp is on, the same kerosene lamp, the brightness of the gas lamp is equivalent to a 300-watt bulb, which can illuminate the surrounding area of more than ten meters, while the kerosene lamp is much worse, and the same volume of course has high value-added things.

Not to mention, the visual impact effect of the gas lamp. In this era, whoever has ever seen such a bright lamp, the kerosene lamp is much worse.

Gao Hongsheng didn't say a word, he walked directly to the Eight Immortals table on the side of the big boss Feng Laosi, put the gas lamp on the table, added some kerosene to the small tray of the gas lamp combustion chamber with the tools attached to the gas lamp, and then took out a box of elongated matches, drew a long match, stretched it through the round hole in the waist of the gas lamp, and lit the wine in the tray.

Pushing and pulling the pump handle, pressurize the gas lamp, until the indication of the pressure gauge reaches the green sè area, and then carefully twist the ignition switch of the red sè, the gas lamp emits a puff of black sè smoke, and it is not lit, Gao Hongsheng hurriedly closed the switch, stood on the edge of the table and stared at the burning kerosene in the tray, waiting for the kerosene of the nozzle to heat up to a good temperature and continue to light the gas lamp.

Gao Hongsheng stopped and realized that the whole lobby was quiet, and he quickly raised his head and turned his head to look around, and saw a room of people, including Feng Laosi, the big boss, all looking at himself fixedly, looking at Gao Hongsheng only hairy, and hurriedly smiled and said to everyone: "Ha, ha, show you a good thing, this thing is called a gas lamp, and it is always lit." ”

After listening to Gao Hongsheng's words, Feng Laosi, the big boss of the eagle falling from the mountain, nodded lightly at Gao Hongsheng and didn't say a word.

Oh, yes! I don't know what this thing is, and I haven't used it.

If you talk nonsense and say something wrong, how will you end up at that time.

Do you tell a room full of brothers that you don't know and don't understand? Doesn't this seem to be too uninformed?

It's good not to be silent, who knows if you know.

Feng Laosi didn't say anything, and the people below didn't dare to say anything, staring at the kerosene gas lamp on the table with big eyes and small eyes, without blinking, staring at the gas lamp, for fear of falling something.

Seeing that there was no one in the room who answered, Gao Hongsheng was so depressed! You can't just come out and ask, how to use this thing! Where did the extra money come from!

What is this Made's silence all about?

If you don't say anything, don't say anything, Gao Hongsheng didn't have the courage to yell at a room of bandits, so he had to touch his nose in embarrassment, and continued to look down at the burning of kerosene on the tray inside the gas lamp.

Do you think there is a problem with the 21st century manufacturing technology used to produce products from the late 19th century?

When a gas lamp with a brightness of 300 watts of light bulb blinded a group of nineteenth-century bandits, the question of Gao Hongsheng's identity was not a problem, and the rest was to attack the officials and soldiers according to Gao Hongsheng's plan after the bandits were helpless.

Fixed information on the floor: Ask for a collection to recommend something, it's really lazy, and I won't be able to do it next time.

Australia is now the wreckage of flight M37O, but I don't know if it's real. Wonderful world, pray for those Chinese.

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