...evening...

"Cousin, everyone helped me build the house for an afternoon, and I have nothing to thank for."

"Why not do this? I see there is a tavern in our town, and we call everyone up and it will be lively at night."

I've been busy for an afternoon.

The roof has been repaired and the window paper has been replaced, so the old house can be considered as living.

As a modern person, Zhang Heng has no habit of helping for nothing. He originally wanted to pay wages.

However, this idea was rejected by Zhang Zhentian, because the clans helped each other and did not say that they would pay money, so foreigners would give money.

If you can't give money, it will make Zhang Heng feel uncomfortable if you help him in vain.

Let’s just treat everyone to a meal. Judging from everyone’s appearance, there is no oil or water, so you should take some good food to supplement it.

"Eight or nine people, this is too wasteful. Besides, you just came back from Nanyang and have more money."

Zhang Zhentian thought about it and felt that this was not good.

Those who know will say that Zhang Heng can do things, and those who don’t know will think that they are fighting for the autumn wind.

"Cousin, I'm naturally not short of money when I come back from Nanyang. Besides, I want to get to know you."

Zhang Heng has his own plans.

If he wants to master a certain right to speak within the clan in a short period of time, he will naturally be inseparable from money from enlightenment. It is impossible to not reveal money.

So after his repeated insistence, Zhang Zhentian stopped saying anything and a group of people happily went to the tavern.

"Man, do you have beef and mutton?"

The group came to the tavern in the town.

When Zhang Hengyi appeared, his dress as a rich young master attracted everyone's attention.

Dagou Town is a poor place, with few rich people and fewer people ever seen.

Only a gold pocket watch has been seen by few people in the town. This is a good thing only the big men in the provincial capital have.

"There is beef, I just killed in the morning and I will be ready in the afternoon."

The guy who runs the house in the tavern, can't be without any eyesight.

Although he doesn't know Zhang Heng, he knows Zhang Zhentian.

Zhang Zhentian is the son of the old man of the Zhang family. Now Zhang Zhentian is actually walking behind Zhang Heng. Needless to say, he must be a distinguished guest.

"Give five pounds of beef, stew chicken, fish, and serve all kinds of good dishes."

Zhang Heng said casually, then looked at Zhang Zhentian behind him: "Cousin, can everyone drink wine?"

"this..."

Zhang Zhentian was a little speechless.

The wine in the tavern is not cheap. The group of nine people was happy to drink it, and there was no ten kilograms of wine to stop it.

"Come on the Ten Jin Huadiao, I want you the best one."

Zhang Heng knew that Zhang Zhentian wanted to save him money, so he simply didn't ask him.

Now, the nine people chose a big table to sit down. After a while, the wine and food were placed on the table. They were all full of oil and hard dishes, which made everyone feel drool.

"Brother Heng, I'll give you a cup."

Gwed, a chubby helper stood up.

"This is Zhang Dabang, claiming to be the bravest person in the town."

Zhang Zhentian said aside.

"Brother Heng, I'm so brave that I can sleep in the cemetery in the middle of the night."

Zhang Dadan patted his chest and then said, "I am a carriage. You have just returned from Nanyang. You are not familiar with the road of life. If you are useful, you will definitely speak when you go to my place. I am the most righteous."

Others also spoke in a verbal way: "Brother Heng, if you have something to do, you will know that you are a kind person as soon as we see it. Don't be vague about what you can get when you are useful."

Zhang Heng smiled.

It is said that rich people do not lack friends, but this sentence is true.

Not to mention it, the people sitting in front of him looked at him with light, and they almost wrote the strange goods on their faces.

"Cousin, someone told me on the way back that we were having zombies here, is this true or false?"

After drinking a glass of wine, Zhang Heng looked at Zhang Zhentian suspiciously.

Zhang Zhentian was silent for a while and shook his head and said, "I have heard of it, but I have never seen it."

After saying that, he looked at everyone.

Everyone shook their heads, including Zhang Dadan, the most courageous, said: "It's all heard things, whether it's true or not, no one can make a difference."

Seeing this, Zhang Heng stopped asking more questions.

Because let alone now, even if the information network is so developed a hundred years later, there are many strange things that are being talked about.

For example, if you go home alone at night, you pass by an intersection.

I saw an old man with white hair from afar, but in the blink of an eye, the old man disappeared and was so shocked that he was sweating coldly.

"Cousin, if you believe in these things, there is a 10-mile slope seventy miles east, and there is a Wanfu Yizhuang. There is a Zhenren Xu living in the village. I heard that he is quite capable."

"If you think it's not safe, there is a Qian Zhenren living in Echeng next door. It is said that he is Xu Zhenren's senior brother, Maoshan Zhenzhi, and he can count within a radius of hundreds of miles."

Zhang Zhentian said casually.

"Qian Zhenren, Xu Zhenren?"

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment.

A little later, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Dadan, who was holding the roast chicken and chewing it hard, which made him feel familiar. He suddenly asked, "Zhang Dadan, is your wife called Hongxing? Do you usually drive a carriage for someone named Mr. Tan?"

Forehead...

Zhang Dadan was stunned for a moment, hugged the roast chicken and muttered, "Brother Heng, how did you know?" After saying that, he looked at the others: "What do you said?"

Everyone shook their heads one after another.

hiss!

Zhang Heng took a breath.

He was not sure before, but when Zhang Dada boldly admitted, he finally knew where he was.

Shilipo, Wanfu Yizhuang, Xu Zhenren, Qian Zhenren, Mr. Tan, and Zhang Dadan.

This is the world of "Ghost Fighting Ghosts".

In this way, the rumors of zombies are probably not just rumors.

There is really this thing in this world.

"Zombies!"

Zhang Heng felt a chill on his back and felt distracted: "It's really a ghost. He's a good old man from both worlds, but his painting style suddenly changed and became a supernatural world. Fortunately, I asked more questions today, otherwise I would be stupid and I don't know anything. I will suffer any losses in the future."

As soon as one thought arose, another thought couldn't stop floating up: "When you arrive in the world of the supernatural Republic of China, isn't it too unchallenging to just make some money back?"

Before they could think about it, everyone raised their glasses.

Don't stop the glass when you're about to enter the wine.

I will sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

Returning drunk.

......

In the next few days, Zhang Heng stayed peacefully in Dagou Town. On weekdays, he either asked Zhang Zhentian to drink or wander around.

After a few days, the people in the town became familiar with him, and everyone knew that he was Zhang Daxian's son who came back from Nanyang, and there were many more smiling faces in the neighborhood.

Zhang Heng saw everything.

To talk about simplicity, it is still the simplicity of people in the Republic of China period.

In later generations, many neighbors don’t know each other’s doors, so it’s not easy to integrate into a new environment.

"Come on, I'll give you candy."

Another morning.

Zhang Heng signed a bag of broad daytime milk candy and sent it to the children playing on the street.

The children cheered and ran home like offering treasures.

Zhang Heng looked happily. In this era when supplies are scarce and many people cannot eat enough, white milk candy is an supreme delicacy.

"Brother Heng, it's early!"

While entertaining himself, Zhang Heng heard someone call him again.
To be continued...