Zhao Chuanxin picked up a few rifles and revolvers on the ground.

The standard weapons of the French army are very strange.

Take the Marseillaise 1892 revolver as an example, the revolver is also called the revolver, because the wheel is thrown to the left, which is convenient for loading, but the Marseillaise 1892 is thrown to the right.

Not to mention the cumbersome Lebell M1886, this gun was used from the invasion of China by the Eight-Nation Coalition to World War I, and even in the French army in World War II.

Zhao Chuanxin would never look down on this kind of weapon, and if he took it back to Lugang Town, the members of the insurance team would feel that they would feel disappointed if they took a second look.

But there is one person who must like it, and that person's surname is Sun ......

Ah Bao walked around the corpse and shocking blood: "You, are you okay?" ”

The first time he said words of concern to the lewd monk, it made Po blush.

But at the moment when she was in despair, Zhao Chuanxin appeared like a god, and she was afraid that she would never forget the hateful face of that hippie smiling face in her life.

"Me?" Zhao Chuanxin reached into his arms, touched the bulletproof vest made of the skin of the war wound inside, and said proudly: "The poor monk has already cultivated the incorruptible body of King Kong in the long years, what can he do?" ”

Now, when he doesn't wear Fortitude armor, he usually wears a bulletproof vest.

Coupled with the scale shield, Zhao Chuanxin dared to go to hand-to-hand combat without fear.

Po will be skeptical.

At this moment, a small head poked out of the staircase, and Benjamin Goldberg shouted, "Master, are there any enemies?" ”

Behind his head, Zhao Yixian's head popped up again.

The two heard the gunshots, and after going out, they did not rush to appear, but waited confidently.

Let Master kill for a while......

Sure enough, there was no movement, and when the two came over to take a look, the master stood innocently in a pool of blood with his hands on his sleeves.

Zhao Chuanxin beckoned: "Forget it, you guys come with me, let's go visit Hu Gengtang, which is known as the most generous in Hankou, and we will stay at his house tonight, and we can have a supper by the way." It's not good, then Hu Gengtang can still spend money to satisfy Zhao Yixian, a hungry ghost in the color, because they are the same people. ”

Zhao Yixian: "......"

Po looked sideways.

Is that so?

Although he has experienced it many times, Zhao Yixian still can't adapt to the scene of rivers of blood.

He looked up at the roof of the shed, and only after walking past the corpses and blood with a pale face did he dare to let go of his breath.

Being blown by the cold wind outside, I feel better, at least I don't feel nauseous.

Zhao Yixian inquired on the road, and sure enough, the people of Hankou didn't know how few Hu Gengtang were. As for the evaluation, it is mixed.

In 1872, when Hu Gengtang's father was dying, he divided his several properties among his five children. Each of them was given 1,500 taels of silver and three salt stamps.

Hu Gengtang started his business with these capitals, and immediately registered with the Salt Bureau, and set up stores in Guangchang and Yancang near the Hankou Stone Wharf to transport and sell Huai salt.

Buying and selling are opening and becoming more and more popular.

Hu Gengtang tasted the sweetness, not only operated his own salt tickets, but also rented ten tickets from others.

After doing this for eight years, he used 16,000 taels of silver to buy Guangchang and Yancang.

Hu Gengtang was never satisfied, Guangchang and the salt warehouse were in hand, and based on this, they filled in the stone wharf to build houses, and boiled and rebuilt them in warm water to expand the scale of the warehouse.

These warehouses are then used to collect rent. In addition, he was rich, but the other brothers were not as good as him, and finally sold their salt warehouses to Hu Gengtang.

Hu Gengtang relied on rent collection, and his net rental income exceeded 10,000 yuan a year.

Gradually, everyone saw that the salt ticket made money, and when the price of a single salt ticket rose to 3,000 taels of silver, Hu Gengtang bought 49 tickets in one go.

Yangzhou and Jiangxi all have his semicolons.

Profit per year, at least 100,000 yuan.

Hu Gengtang was shrewd, made money, and immediately invested in real estate.

He built a lane on Qingfen Road in Hankou, named Biyunli.

The entire house in the alley of Biyunli is all his.

The person Zhao Yixian inquired about was the worker who carried the bag for Hu Gengtang.

The worker was full of complaints, and complained: "The imperial court has given the pouch a uniform specification, and the price is the same, and the salt bag is a dime a bag." But Hu Gengtang exploited our resources and only gave five points, but bought a corner of the salter. ”

After all, Zhao Yixian is a person who studies mathematics, and he is good at calculation, and he stumbled after breaking his fingers: "A salt ticket, 800,000 catties of salt, and 4,000 bags." Once the salt warehouse is swallowed, he will have to strip 400 yuan, which adds up to ......"

This can make Zhao Yixian envious.

The money is as easy as the wind blows.

He can't empathize with the exploited workers, but he can empathize with Hu Gengtang's speed of making money......

The worker's face was full of hills, and he said bitterly, "Who says it's not? ”

Regardless of how it is, the location is inquired.

Zhao Chuanxin and his entourage came to Biyunli and found that both sides were full of carved street buildings, spacious and tall.

Zhao Yixian said: "This is the wind and rain corridor. ”

The so-called wind and rain promenade, because Hankou is hot and rainy in summer, walking on this street, pedestrians don't even need to play umbrellas, what is particular is a generous atmosphere, which shows the luxury of Hankou salt merchants.

Benjamin Goldberg was amazed: "It takes a lot of money, right?" Or the businessmen here know how to enjoy, neither the Rockefellers nor the Morgan family played like this. ”

shuttled through the wind and rain corridor and came to the Hu family's mansion.

Zhao Yixian stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The porter opened the door, and the probe asked, "What is your business?" ”

Ah Bao sorted out his mood and clasped his fists: "Please also bother with the shopkeeper of Binghu, just say that Taihu Ah Bao came to visit." ”

The porter rolled his eyes: "Come back tomorrow, it's time for the master to sleep so late." ”

Ah Bao was anxious: "I'm tired of reporting, I've dealt with Shopkeeper Hu a few times, and I have some friendship." ”

The porter retracted his head and tried to close the door.

But he forced, but the gate did not move.

When I looked up in amazement, I saw a bearded monk firmly holding half of the door.

The porter spoke with anger: "What is this monk doing?" You're in the wrong place, we don't have any leftovers. ”

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled, and the chicken pecked the rice and nodded: "I know, your master prefers leftovers." ”

The concierge's face was stunned, this was something that was ridiculed by all the people of Hankou, and it was a shame to be said by this monk with great fanfare.

He was completely furious: "What do you mean? Sano doesn't look at the place! ”

"Eh, don't be angry." Zhao Chuanxin said: "There are no leftovers, can you give some silver?" Don't have too much, just give 18,000 taels of silver, enough for the poor monk to eat and drink for half a month. ”

Ooh......

This monk is really enough to lose, eighteen thousand taels of silver, enough to spend half a month?

The old man prostitutes outside every day, and he can't spend so much?

"Let go, or I'll call the nursing home."

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and hugged the concierge's neck: "If you say so, I will agree with you." Let's go, let's get the money inside. ”

"Eh, eh, you let go, let go......"

Po has that feeling of numbness on the scalp again.

But Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian were already accustomed to it, and followed them into the Hu family's mansion.

In the house, the small bridges and flowing water, the curtains, and the withered Qiluo bushes...... Even though it's winter, you can still feel the elegance.

Zhao Yixian looked at the harazi and quickly flowed down: "If the old man can have such a villa and garden in this life, it will be a pity to die." ”

The concierge said that he was resting in the house, but it was not.

There are small servants carrying lanterns, illuminating the workers, and they seem to be pulling wires.

The porter shouted to the little guy over there: "Go and call Li Huyuan, this wild monk has come to the door." ”

The servant handed the lantern to the worker, turned and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care, forcibly hugged the porter, came to the worker, and asked the helpless worker: "Construction at night?" ”

The worker wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The customer added money and asked for the electric light to be turned on the little boy's room overnight." ”

As he spoke, the wires inadvertently fell to the ground, and the ground was full of melted snow, and suddenly there was a snort, and electric sparks appeared.

The workers hurriedly took a rubber roller to pick up the wire.

In fact, the Westernization Movement did drive the development of society in the late Qing Dynasty.

By this time, the number of post offices in the country had reached more than 3,000, and this number continued to grow.

The telephone network has covered more than 150 cities, and many departments of the Qing court are equipped with telephones.

Not to mention electric wires, which are nothing new in river port cities.

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback when he saw this: "Why don't you pull the wire and not break the brake first?" ”

The worker scratched his head: "No ......"

Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "Awesome." ”

Zhao Yixian didn't know the power of electricity, and asked curiously: "Master Cheng Kun, how do you know if this line is electrified?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You can touch it, there is no electricity and there is no reaction." If you have electricity, then you will be straight in this life. ”

Zhao Yixian didn't understand, but the worker laughed out loud.

"If you don't get electrocuted," he said, "people will stiffen, tremble, their bodies will become scorched, and eventually they will be electrocuted." ”

Zhao Yixian shuddered: "......"

Can this be touched?

Benjamin Goldberg scratched his head: "Master, I have a question. What would you do if I were exposed to high voltage? ”

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "Sprinkle some cumin powder, you can eat spicy and sprinkle more chili noodles." ”

"......," Benjamin Goldberg said dryly, "can't even Master cast a spell to save me?" ”

Ah Bao watched the six roads and listened to all directions, heard the sound of miscellaneous footsteps, and immediately said: "Stop gossiping, someone is coming." ”

An old tall man with a bulging cheek, carrying a three-section stick and four other men, was belatedly under the guidance of the little guy.

As soon as the porter saw it, his waist immediately straightened up: "Master Li, quick, this wild monk is very hateful, take him down quickly!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin clenched his arm: "This dog thing is still in Lao Tzu's hands, why do you dare to hoo?" ”

The porter's words came to an abrupt end: "......"

It makes sense.

After Zhao Chuanxin let go of him, he asked those people: "Among you, is there Hu Gengtang?" ”

Li Huyuan held three sticks and two sections, pierced a horse step, looked quite strong, and scolded loudly: "I advise you to be captured, and you can suffer less." ”

Zhao Chuanxin saw that what he answered was not what he asked, so he directly twisted the wheel and aimed the dragon ring at him.

Li Huyuan let out an "ah", and the sky swirled.

He lifted his feet off the ground, and his body spun and flew towards Zhao Chuanxin.

The three-section stick in his hand was also thrown away, and he wanted to go down with his hands dancing, but he couldn't help it.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Li Huyuan's feet and slammed into the telephone pole.

The pole that had just been erected, the foundation was not yet solid, and it fell down again.

The wires of fire reached into the running water, and immediately a few carp turned their bellies......

Li Huyuan was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The concierge was dumbfounded, and the other nurses were confused.

Zhao Chuanxin put out a dragon claw fist and scratched in the air: "The poor monk's dragon capture skill has been perfected, and it is a scratch!" ”

Everyone: "......"

(End of chapter)