Originally, Mao Jue planned to bribe his father early in the morning, but who knew that the plan was always faster than change. Before he could add an octopus-like girl from him, he even drooled his chest and realized that the servants below the building had already started to yell.

"Young Master, someone is looking for you!"

The physiological education these days is definitely too backward. Even though Mao didn't do it, the two of them wore similar clothes to Zongzi. But when they got up, the girl Suyi was so shy that she ran away so much that she ran away with a sting, which forced Mao Jue to come out to see the guests on hungry days.

Don’t say that it’s easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it’s hard to go from extravagance to frugality! These days, all long robes and lantern scarves are all made by plain clothes. They are awkward when wearing them, and their sleeves are crooked. The young master left by Mao Jue was simply draped behind him. Fortunately, he was not a very elegant person.

"I've seen the young master!"

The person who came to find Mao Jue was his brother-in-law Wen Meng. He probably didn't know where to go to bet. His eyes were red and his dark circles were thick, but this guy was indeed a man. If he continued to play like this, his body was still so hard, and he walked steadily, without any frivolity. He probably hadn't left the foundation of the Jianjiazi back then.

He bowed with his fists, but the guy looked at the table, probably wanting to find some food, but Mao Jue was hungry, where could he get food?

Fortunately, northern tobacco is still rare these days. It was not until about ten years after Chongzhen that it was spread to Liaodong, forcing Huang Taiji to issue an order to ban the cultivation of dry tobacco. Otherwise, this guy would have to bring a full smell of smoke. But even so, the smell of sweat in the gambling house still made Mao Jue's eyes turn green.

"Where are you messing around again? What kind of smell is you, I don't know how to wash it!"

"Hey, please forgive me, Master! We are the soldiers, only the smell of death can we scare those dog slaves when we go to the battlefield." The hippie bowed with a smile. This guy was familiar with the way, and he directly crossed his eyes over Mao Jue and aimed backwards.

"Where is that young master, where is the simple-yi?"

"Who knows, my temper is wrong today. Maybe my aunt is here!"

He was also depressed and underestimated, and Mao Jue immediately asked impatiently again: "What's the matter when I came to find me so early?"

These days, the incident is called Tiankui. Mao Jue's words are so confused that Mengzhi was confused. Isn't this just a casual orphan? Besides, even if the aunt comes and has a relative, isn't it a good thing? Why is the young master's nose not the nose, the face not the face?

He didn't dare to get involved in the Mao family's family affairs. It seemed that he couldn't make it through this breakfast, so this guy simply clasped his fists listlessly.

"Young Master, haven't you customized something in the blacksmith shop in the north of the city? They held me to bring you a message. After some of the things are finished, you can pick them up!"

Mao Jue's eyes couldn't help but lit up. He calculated that it was a custom-made one. It was seven or eight days. He kept it. Don't try to be fast. The finer the better. However, as long as he finished one, he would ask him to take it. It has been more than four months now. Who knows when Yuan Chonghuan, the old guy, came here. There was a self-defense guy, and followed Mao Wenlong. Once this guy attacked, no matter what the three masters of Liaodong, he would kill him directly, and at least he would keep his own family's iron rice bowl.

Thinking of it, Mao Jue wanted to pack up his things and go out, but as soon as he moved forward, a smell of sweat mixed with the smell of feet made him confused and waved his hand at Wen Meng in annoyance.

"There is a water tank at the door, so wash it clean first!"

"No, young master, it's still very cold this day. Besides, our soldiers..."

"I'll go eat the mutton from East Street in a while and cook corn porridge. If you don't go, you don't have to wash it. Get out of here!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! You are my uncle, so go and wash it now!"

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This guy didn't know how dirty he was. He still smelled like a tank of mixed slurry washed with water. Mao Jue was disgusted to the table opposite him, saving his appetite. However, this guy didn't care. He was like he hadn't eaten for 800 years. He made half a pot of mutton and half a pot of millet porridge. Then he followed Mao Jue with burping.

But don’t say that the prices are really cheap these days. If this breakfast was in his era, it would not be worth 130 to 40 yuan. It only costs 100 yuan here, and it would only cost 50 yuan if it really matched Grandpa Mao.

This time, I didn't call a carriage. Wen Meng came on a horse, and Mao's mansion was not short of horses. Looking at the novelty, Mao Jue also took out a black-light Liao horse from the stable. Following this guy, who knew that the horse was a war horse raised by Mao Wenlong, but he was very cunning. Seeing Mao Jue being a novice, he jumped up and down like a husky. When he arrived at the military camp in the south of the city, he almost knocked Mao Jue to death.

It was still a bunch of blacksmith shops that polluted the environment. The muscular old man, Lao Juntou and the men of the blacksmith shop had been waiting there. When they saw Mao Jue coming, they all carefully hugged each other, especially Lao Juntou. He barely set up a table and tea in the room where the blacksmiths slept, and then took out the gun tremblingly.

Seeing Mao Jue lifting the revolver made of various parts, these blacksmiths were all raised to the throat.

There is no labor protection law these days. If Mao Jue is dissatisfied, they will have to be unlucky.

However, even if these blacksmiths built it carefully, the first revolver of the Ming Dynasty was very rough. The gun handle was just an iron bar, and the tube and the rotor still had a smelting atmosphere. It was held in the hand heavily, similar to the iron rooster gun during the War of Resistance Against Japan. However, after pulling, the lever was tweaked, and the rotor was stripped and pointed at the muzzle very smoothly. The interface was also tightly clenched. It can be seen that these blacksmiths really had a lot of thoughts.

"What about just talking about it and not practicing fake handles, gunpowder and lead? I want to test the gun."

"Yes! Yes! All!"

Old Juntou hurriedly stood up again and went out to greet him.

The revolver bullet is also specially made. The sharp arrow made of lead is stuffed into the revolver drum. The gunpowder is compacted at the back. It seems that this delivery is really a big deal. There are already wooden gun handles in the yard, and there are also gun holes of many sizes embedded on them. Holding the gun handle in both hands and aiming along the mountain, Mao Jue lifted the hammer inlaid with flint in front, and then quickly and continuously pulled the trigger.

The banging sound and white smoke burst out in the yard of the blacksmith shop. He fired six shots in a row and shot all the bullets in the drum. Mao Jue felt that his wrist was about to be broken, but the result of the shooting was really miserable. Except for the first shot that hit the edge of the wooden pier, the remaining five shots were all flying, and the last shot was stuck on the big iron pot of an unknown unit in the yard.

However, the lethality is gone, and the iron pot with a thick finger is pierced through.

"Young Master, this..."

Seeing the result of the shooting, Lao Jun's throat was dry, afraid that Mao Jue would get angry if he was not satisfied. Fortunately, he shook his numb hands and Mao Jue actually took out a hanging of money from his pocket and threw it to him with a smile.

"The things are good, I have accepted them. I will reward you with this little money. I will buy some delicious food for everyone to make up for it. I will try to make the next few beats better than this one. The accuracy is higher. If you do it well, I will also reward you!"

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

These days, the status of craftsmen is indeed low. Seeing Mao Jue letting go, these blacksmiths were all very happy and hurriedly bowed with fists and thanked them with gratitude. This enthusiasm made Mao Jue feel embarrassed to write.

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With the money in his hand, Mao Jue became restless. At noon, he handed over several poor relatives of the Wen family together and called a table for a banquet at the glass shop by the sea. These days, the two "soul" artists Wen Yuange and the shoe seller have burned one or two hundred glass products, and they are all set up in a variety of racks, which look quite pleasing to the eye.

But it's still too slow to sell.

"He Laosi, I want to build a shop. You are the most informed. Do you know where to buy it on our Pi Island?"

At the wine table, Mao Jue asked with some worry when he saw that he had already stocked up a lot of glass products.

It seems like he is really lucky today, and things are really going well. I threw down half of the chicken leg that looked like a dog chewing on it, and patted my greasy hands. The thief patted his thigh with some excitement.

"Hey, it's really time to go. Young Master, the old man named Jiao is going back to Shandong to retire. Three large tiled houses on the street are waiting for action!"

"Oh? Good things, you're almost fucking eating! After you finish eating, let's go and have a look!"

The relatives of the Wen family were really poor. When they heard that Mao Jue wanted to open a shop, they didn't even care about good wine and meat. They sipped down a few times. A dozen people shouted and followed Mao Jue to the streets again. These guys were either scattered or big or thick, and they didn't look like good people at first sight, which made the Pidao Army patrolling the street nervous.

But this shop is worth it!

The three large blue brick houses all face east, and together they are 300 to 400 square meters. There is also a small yard and a wing room behind them. The old man runs a grocery shop, and there are a lot of alkaline noodles, salt and other things in the house.

The only thing that goes in and out is that this old man Jiao was not what Siyong said, and he was anxious to go back to his hometown in Shandong to take care of his old age, but his son only sent a letter and a shop, and he still cherished it!

"What? Not selling? Do you know who my young master is? Our Governor of Pidao, the son of Mao Dashang, Mao Shaoshang! I can buy your shop to look at you! I dare to stick my hair out, believe it or not to take you to the General Office!"

Mao Jue has seen what it means to pretend to be a tiger's power. One is Wen Meng and the other is He Siyong. The two guys are shouting louder than a rooster. Originally, the old man relied on his own to have some connection in the yamen, and he didn't take the two seriously, but when he heard about Mao Jue's name, he suddenly became ruthless.

No wonder there were evil young men in ancient times! With such a dog-legged person, it would be impossible not to be evil! Finally, the old man took out the deed with tears in his eyes, preparing to press his handprints, while Mao Jue thought speechlessly.
Chapter completed!