Liu Er got up with a smile on his face, took out a letter from his chest, and handed it to Zhao Xiong.

Zhao Xiong took the letter and tore it open to see that it was a letter written by Chen Gang, the shopkeeper of Zhao Ji Department Store in Hanzhuang Town.

It took Zhao Xiong a minute to read the brief letter again.

The letter said that Zhao Xiong would come to Hanzhuang today and tomorrow no matter what, and there was something urgent, but the letter did not write anything, what was the matter.

It seems that the news that he is going to be the gate official of Hanzhuang has spread so quickly.

"Get up, this is not in the court, it's all brothers, little donkey, bring a stool for your Uncle Liu."

The real behind-the-scenes boss of Zhao Ji Department Store is Zhao Xiong, and the big shopkeeper Chen Gang is just the boss on the surface.

After reading the letter over and over again, Zhao Xiong thought that he would have plenty of time to leave today.

"Okay, go out and take a look at the original Dakang Dynasty!"

He made a decision, so Zuo Liangyu and Liu Tongxun went out to the outer courtyard to prepare the tribute they would ask for when opening the door and sealing the gate.

The brocade robe that combed Zhao Xiong's hair in the nagging voice of the little sister Zhao Cuicui was covered with a very thick shoulder and a red cloak.

Wrapped Zhao Xiong tightly.

Zhao Xiong moved for a while and found that it was quite warm.

This morning, the second master Xie Wu, who was unwilling to go back to Heishui Village, accompanied the old lady to the Guanyin Temple in Yixian County to calm the gods, and they have not come back yet.

He had to talk to his mother before he could leave.

Coming out of the front yard of the main house, the sun hid in the clouds again, and the wind blew the fallen dead leaves in the yard in a circle on the ground, and looked up at the gloomy sky.

In Zhao Xiong's memory, it was already the end of October, and it was not snowing on a dry and cold day in Shandong, which was not a good thing.

If there is no snow in one winter, Zhao Xiong, who has done farm work, feels that there will be no pesticides, and there will definitely be a locust plague next year.

At that time, the people will panic, and the nightmare of not having enough food to eat will begin.

"Alas, it's snowing!"

But after he calculated, it is now 1835 or 1836, long past the Xiaoice period, it should be very warm!

Why is it still freezing?

It seems that he can only explain it by himself, he is traveling through a parallel world.

In the stunned gazes of Zhao Xiaodonkey and Liu Er, Zhao Xiong raised his head and opened his arms, took a deep breath of cold air, and muttered something in his mouth?

In his previous life, he was in his thirties and had not yet started a family, and he was about to become a section chief, but he didn't expect a car accident, and his previous life stopped.

Now, the mind in its thirties, back to the early sixteen or seventeen years old, what a wonderful feeling it is to enjoy life!

In this life, he was strong and strong, and he was a teenager in vain, and the most important thing was that he became an official at the age of 16.

Besides, although he is just an official who does not enter the stream, he is a privileged class, and every day, he is much stronger than in his previous life!

Zhao Xiong racked his brains to recall the history book of his middle school days, 1836 AD, as if nothing had happened!

Hippie mother!

Zhao Xiong thought about it repeatedly in his mind, but his historical achievements had already been handed over to the physical education teacher.

Remembering that in 1839, Lin Zexu banned smoking, and he still remembered going to Humen, Dongguan, Guangdong, and taking pictures at the scene of Lin Zexu's smoking ban.

Then came the first Opium War in 1840.

"Little donkey, have you seen anyone smoke opium? It's smoking with a bamboo tube! ”

Zhao Xiaodonkey, who was squatting next to him, shook his head in confusion and whispered: "There are many people who smoke hookah with bamboo tubes, but, master, what kind of duck slice are you talking about, is it from a duck!" ”

Zhao Xiong was speechless, waved his hand, and stopped talking about this topic.

Later, Zhao Xiong, who became an official, did not give up, and during this period of time he asked many people what opium was, and they didn't know it at all.

Could it be that in the parallel world, the fuse of the Opium War does not exist at all!

It wasn't until later when he inspected the Grand Canal that he met Lin Zexu, who was rushing to the capital, that he found that the crisis was not far from him.

A few days ago, Liu Sheng returned to Xianfu Village and told his father Liu Er and eldest brother that Zhao Mansion was going to recruit 20 people.

Each person has a settling-in allowance of five taels of silver, and a tael of silver per month.

The condition is that all of them must be eighteen or nineteen strong men.

At this moment, on the martial arts arena, Liu Shengmeng, who was playing with the stone lock, immediately put down the stone lock as soon as he turned around and saw Zhao Xiong, bowed down and said:

"Congratulations! I've brought 20 people, take a closer look! ”

Zhao Xiong smiled and nodded.

With the shouting of the black-faced Liu Sheng, the figures in the front yard flickered, hula, and more than a dozen people ran out.

They were very happy to hear last night that the Ninth Master had helped the gate officials of Hanzhuang.

They were about to sign the contract documents, and as soon as the documents were signed, they would sell their lives to Zhao Xiong's house, and they would be both prosperous and loss-making.

But they stayed in the front yard, not knowing who the Ninth Master would choose from among the 20 of them, and most of them were anxious and asked Liu Sheng on Twitter.

In the end, Liu Sheng, a black-faced strong man, was annoying to them, and before the sky was over, he went to the martial arts arena to vent his strength.

These strong men who ran out all wanted to see the majesty of this Zhao Xiongba.

They came to Liu Sheng, pushing and crowding, and the crowd leaned more and more inward,

"Line up in order of tallness!" Liu Sheng turned his head and shouted with a straight face, he had urgently trained these people when he came.

These 20 strong men, look at me, I look at you, the day before yesterday I trained in the village for an hour, and they can still distinguish the order of height and shortness.

After another burst of busy work, in order of height and shortness, the 20 strong men were finally arranged in two rows.

"All stand upright!"

"Walk south!"

The group of strong men hurriedly walked towards the gate, if it wasn't for Liu Sheng pointing to the gate, there was a good chance that they would have made a mistake.

"Turn back, start and walk north, 121, stand!"

Liu Sheng saw that this group of people didn't make any big mistakes, and after they made up their minds, they finally put their hearts in their stomachs.

Zhao Xiong was very surprised, this black-faced Liu Sheng had been training with him for the past three years, and he usually didn't look very good.

But the 20 strong men he trained, these few days of kung fu are actually clear-eyed, not clear, his innate attribute is the instructor.

Zhao Xiong nodded dissatisfied, all of them were sturdy young men.

He had planned to recruit a total of 10 family members, with Zhao Fu keeping half of them to take care of the house, and the rest following him to take office.

Now, he wants to recruit all 20 of them.

Zhao Xiong stood there expressionlessly, and his body unnaturally emitted the majesty of Director Zhao when he went to the countryside.

The black-faced Liu Sheng looked at the face of the master's family, subconsciously turned around and hurriedly said: "Everyone is standing, all are standing, standing is standing!"

The Ninth Master is going to speak! ”

Zhao Xiong was stunned, and suddenly remembered that when he trained Zhao Xiaodonkey in Zhuangzi, Liu Sheng and other followers, there was a tradition of admonishment.

He is very satisfied with Liu Sheng, a veritable dog's leg!

He patted Liu Sheng on the shoulder, Liu Sheng was excited, and his straight waist accompanied him from the left to the right of the line, and from the right to the left.

Then Zhao Xiong stood firm in front of the queue and cleared his throat.