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This year's menstruation is called Tiankui, Mao Jue's words made Wenmeng confused, isn't this just an orphan?Besides, even if someone's aunt came, wouldn't it be a good thing to have an extra relative?Why is the young master's nose not a nose and a face?

He didn't dare to meddle in the Mao family's family affairs. It seemed that he couldn't get along with this breakfast, so this guy just clasped his fist listlessly.

"Master, didn't you order something at the blacksmith's shop in the north of the city? Their bosses asked me to bring you a message. Some things are finished, so you can pick them up!"

Mao Jue's eyes couldn't help but light up when he heard this. It's been seven or eight days since he started custom-made. If he wants to keep it, don't try to hurry up. The more detailed the better, but as long as he finishes it, let him go Take, it has been more than four months now, who knows when this old boy Yuan Chonghuan will come over, there is a self-defense guy, and then follow Mao Wenlong, once this guy makes trouble, no matter what Liaodong Three Heroes, he will be killed immediately At least he can keep his family's iron rice bowl.

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

"There is a water tank at the door, let me wash it first!"

"No, young master, it's still cold today, besides, we soldiers"

"Later, I'm going to eat the mutton fire on the East Street and corn porridge. If you don't go, you don't need to wash it. Get out of here!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! You are my uncle, so let's go to the laundromat!"

I don't know how dirty this product is. After washing a tank of mixed pulp, it still smells bad. In the restaurant, Mao Jue disliked him and drove him to the opposite table, so as not to affect his appetite, but this guy didn't care. It seemed as though he hadn't eaten in 800 years, half a pot of mutton was cooked, and half a pot of millet porridge, and then he followed Mao Jue out with a full belch.

But let’s not say, prices are really cheap these days. If this breakfast was placed in his era, there would be no more than one hundred and thirty forty yuan. Fifty bucks.

This time, no carriage was called. Wen Meng came here on horseback, and Mao's mansion also had no shortage of horses. Looking at the novelty, Mao Jue also pulled out a black light Daliao horse from the stable, and followed behind this guy. Who knows what the horse is? The war horse raised by Mao Wenlong was very cunning. Seeing that Mao Jue was a novice, he jumped up and down like a husky. When he arrived at the south of the city camp, he almost knocked Mao Jue to death.

It was still the bunch of blacksmith shops that polluted the environment, the muscular old man, the old man, and the guys from the blacksmith shop had been waiting there for a long time. Seeing Mao Jue coming, these people all hugged each other cautiously. , especially the old man, barely set up a table and tea in the room where the blacksmiths slept, and then tremblingly took out the gun.

Seeing Mao Jue mentioning the revolver made of various parts, these blacksmiths' hearts were all in their throats.

There is no labor protection law these days, if Mao Jue is dissatisfied with this, they will all have bad luck.

But even if these blacksmiths worked hard, this first revolver of Ming Dynasty was very rough. The handle of the gun was simply a piece of iron bar. The iron cock gun is similar, but under the pull, the lever is fiddled, and the wheel is peeled off smoothly to align with the muzzle, and the joint is also tightly seamed. It can be seen that these blacksmiths have really wasted a lot of thought.

"Just talk but don't practice fake moves. What about gunpowder and lead? I want to try the gun."

"Yes! Yes! Both!"

The old man hurriedly got up again and went out to meet him.

The revolver bullets are also specially made. The sharp arrows made of lead are just stuffed in the revolver drum, and then the gunpowder is tamped. It seems that this delivery is really a big deal. The yard has already placed wood The handle of the gun was also inlaid with holes of various sizes. Holding the handle with both hands, aiming along Wangshan, Mao Jue lifted the hammer with the flint inlaid in the front, and immediately pulled the trigger quickly and continuously.

The sound of bang bang bang and white smoke burst out in the courtyard of the blacksmith shop. Six shots were fired in a row, and the bullets in the drum were fired. Mao Jue felt that his wrist was about to break off, but seeing the result of the shooting, It was really miserable, except for the first shot that hit the edge of the wooden pier, the remaining five shots all flew off, and the last shot got stuck on the big iron pot of an unknown army in the yard.

However, the lethality was insignificant. The iron pan that was one finger thick was pierced through.

"Master, this"

Looking at the result of the shooting, the old man's head and throat felt dry. He was afraid that Mao Jue would be dissatisfied and angry. Fortunately, he shook his numb hand, and Mao Jue actually took out a penny from his pocket, and threw it to him with a smile on his face. over him.

"It's a good job. I'll accept it. I'll reward you with this money. Buy some delicious food for the big guys. Try to make the next few shots better than this one, with higher accuracy. Good job." Yes, my young master still has a reward!"

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

These days, the status of a craftsman is really low. Seeing that Mao Jue let go, these blacksmiths hurriedly clasped their fists and bowed, thanking Mao Jue very much.

With money in hand, Mao Jue became restless. At noon, he brought a few poor relatives of the Wen family together, and ordered a banquet at the glass workshop by the sea. These days, the two A "soul" artist, Wenyuan Pavilion, and the shoe seller burned another one or two hundred glass products, and put them on a shelf in a dazzling array. It seems that the cups, bowls and pans are quite pleasing to the eye.

It's just too slow to sell.

"Fourth He, this young master wants to set up a shop. You are the most well-informed. Do you know where we can get one on Phi Island?"

On the wine table, seeing a lot of glass products already hoarded, Mao Jue asked with some anxiety.

This day seemed to be his lucky day, and things really went well. Throwing down half of the chicken leg that looked like a dog gnawed on it, and clapped his oily hands, the little thief patted his thigh excitedly.

"Hey, it's really time, young master, Shi Dongtou, the old man surnamed Jiao is going back to Shandong to retire. There are three big tile-roofed houses facing the street, waiting to be sold!"

"Oh? It's a good thing, I'm going to fucking eat it! After eating, let's go and have a look!"

This murderous relative of the Wen family was really poor. When he heard that Mao Jue wanted to open a shop, he didn't care about good wine and meat, so he hurriedly sipped down, and a dozen people followed Mao Jue and swaggered away again. Going to the street, these guys are either evil-eyed or mean-spirited. They don't look like good people at first glance, which makes the Pidao army patrolling the street very nervous.

But this shop is worth it!

There are three large tile-roofed houses with blue bricks, all of which face east. Together, they cover a total of three to four hundred square meters. There is a small courtyard and wing rooms at the back. This old man runs a grocery store. Tun a lot.

The only difference is that this old man Jiao is not what He Siyong said, and he is anxious to return to his hometown in Shandong for the elderly, but his son just sent a letter, and he still cherishes the shop!

"What? Not for sale? Do you know who my young master is? The governor of Pidao, the son of Marshal Mao, Master Mao! Buying your shop is because of you! Believe it or not! You go down to the Zongbing Yamen!"

Mao Jue has seen what it means to be a fox pretending to be a tiger. One Wen Meng and one He Siyong, the two guys yell louder than a rooster. Originally, the old Jiaotou didn't quite let them go because he still had some relationship in the yamen. In my eyes, when I heard Mao Jue's name, I immediately withered.

No wonder there were few evils in ancient times!With such a dog leg, it's okay to be evil!In the end, the old man took out the deed with tears in his eyes. While preparing to press his fingerprints, Mao Jue was thinking speechlessly.

The red handprint was pressed on it, and Wu Lao, the chief of the two streets, nodded and bowed to testify, 20 taels of silver, Mao Jue's first property in this Daming, finally took root, his career in this Daming, Also began to stabilize like a tough old driver!

Chapter 14. Too much bullying

Mao Jue is actually not a person with big ambitions. Just a month ago, his goal in life was to buy a retail store, run a small shop, live a life of guaranteed income during drought and flood, marry a wife and have a baby, and wait When the baby grows up, retire by herself, find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to relax, and then this life will pass.

But in Daocheng, it will take him countless years to realize this wish. Let alone the store, he even rents the place where he lives. Let alone opening a shop, buying a house is a distant prospect for him.

He really didn't expect that after more than 400 years of time, his dream would come true.

More than 400 square meters and three large tile-roofed houses facing the street. If the future generations are enough to open a big hotel, even if this Pidao is at most a third- and fourth-tier city in the later generations, it is still not what Mao Jue could have expected a month ago. It is 300 Wan!

"Move away, move away!"

Soldiers these days are still worthless. With just a yell from Wenmeng, a hundred or so soldiers came over to do odd jobs, and moved out old Jiaotou's valuables. As for the remaining salt, There are not many goods left in the alkali noodles. It is not a coincidence that the old man Jiao returned to his hometown for retirement. On the other hand, Mao Jue came too suddenly to bully others.

This old, burnt-out house loaded three carriages, and went out miserably, while the Wenyuan Pavilion and the straw sandal sellers were full of excitement carrying glassware inside. Looking at the old man's step-by-step turning back, Mao Jue felt a little soft in his heart. He grabbed He Siyong, who was busy moving, and muttered in a low voice.

"Fourth He, let's not go too far, bullying an old man like this is a bit of a downfall to my Mao family!"

20 taels of silver, which is equivalent to less than 2 yuan in later generations, and [-] yuan is worth a store. If Mao Jue dared to say it at that time, he would either be laughed out of his teeth or be called crazy.

But looking at Mao Jue's eyes, He Siyong shook his head with dumbfounded eyes.

"Young master, 20 taels is too much. There are only seven or eight taels of broken stuff left in his store. As for this store, it belongs to the Mao family. We just took it back! If not Seeing that the young master has no objection, we can cash out the store for ten taels of silver!"

"What?"

It is really an unreasonable era these days. First of all, the small town of Pidao Town is nominally owned by Mao Wenlong. Beyond these markets, the houses belong to the government, and here Mao Wenlong is the government.

Secondly, Lao Jiaotou's shop was not obtained by legitimate means. The old guy spent money to bribe the chiefs of the General Army Yamen. In the seven years since he opened the store, he has earned at least 700 taels.

Coming to Mao Jue is just to continue this snake-eating cycle.