...evening...

"Cousin, everyone helped me repair my house all afternoon. I have nothing to thank you for."

"How about this? I think there is a tavern in our town. Invite everyone there and it will be lively at night."

Been busy all afternoon.

The roof has been repaired and the window paper has been replaced with new ones. The old house is now habitable.

As a modern person, Zhang Heng did not have the habit of asking others to help him for free. He originally wanted to pay him.

However, this idea was rejected by Zhang Zhentian on the grounds that clans do not pay each other to help each other, so outsiders only pay.

Zhang Heng felt uncomfortable because he couldn't give him money and was asked to help in vain.

Let's just treat everyone to a meal. Judging from the looks of everyone, they usually don't have much energy. They should eat something good to replenish themselves.

"Eight or nine people, this is too expensive. Besides, you just came back from Nanyang, so you have a lot of money to spend."

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

Those who know will say that Zhang Heng can do things well, while those who don't know think that they are cheating.

"Cousin, I am not short of money when I come back from Nanyang. Besides, I also want to get to know everyone."

Zhang Heng has his own plans.

He wanted to gain a certain say in the clan within a short period of time, so money was indispensable to clear the way, and it was impossible not to expose his wealth.

So under his repeated insistence, Zhang Zhentian said nothing more, and a group of people happily went to the tavern.

"Man, do you have any beef or mutton?"

A group of people came to a tavern in the town.

As soon as Zhang Heng showed up, dressed like a rich young man, he attracted everyone's attention.

Dagou Town is a poor place. There are not many rich people and they have seen little of the world.

Just a gold pocket watch, which few people in the town have seen. This is a good thing that only the wealthy men in the provincial town have.

"There is beef. It was just killed in the morning and braised in the afternoon."

Waiters in pubs cannot see anything without their eyesight.

Although he didn't know Zhang Heng, he knew 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, this must be an honored guest.

"Bring five pounds of beef, stew a chicken, fish, and all kinds of delicious dishes."

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

"this..."

Zhang Zhentian was a little speechless.

The wine in the tavern is not cheap. They were a group of nine. They wanted to drink to be happy, and even ten pounds of wine could not stop them.

"Here comes ten pounds of flower carvings. I want the best one from you."

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

At this time, the nine people chose a big table to sit down. After a while, the table was set with wine and food. Each dish was full of oily hard dishes, which made everyone drool.

"Brother Heng, let me toast you."

Swallowing, a chubby helper stood up.

"This is Zhang DaDa, who claims to be the boldest person in town."

Zhang Zhentian said from the side.

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

Zhang boldly patted his chest and continued: "I am the driver of the carriage. You have just returned from Nanyang and are not familiar with life. If you come to my place, you will definitely speak to me. I am the most righteous person."

Others also chimed in: "Brother Heng, if you have anything to say, please speak up. As soon as we see you, we will know that you are a kind person. Don't be vague when you are useful."

Zhang Heng was all smiles.

It is said that rich people have no shortage of friends, and this statement is indeed true.

Not to mention the distance, the eyes of the people sitting in front of him were all shining brightly, and it was almost written on their faces that he was a rare commodity.

"Cousin, on my way back, someone told me that there are zombies here. Is this true?"

After finishing a glass of wine, Zhang Heng looked at Zhang Zhentian with some suspicion.

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

After speaking, he looked at everyone.

Everyone shook their heads, including the boldest Zhang DaDa, who said: "It's all just hearsay. No one can tell whether it's true or not."

Zhang Heng saw this and didn't ask any more questions.

Because let alone now, even a hundred years from now, when the information network is so developed, there will be a lot of weird things going on.

For example, a person goes home at night and passes by an intersection.

I saw an old man with white hair from a distance, but in the blink of an eye, the old man disappeared, and I was so shocked that I broke into a cold sweat.

"Cousin, if you believe this, there is a ten-mile slope seventy miles to the east. There is Wanfu Yi Village there. There lives a real man called Xu Zhenren. I heard he is quite capable."

"If you think it's still not safe, there is a real Qian living in Echeng next door. It is said that he is the senior brother of Zhenren Xu. He is the true successor of Maoshan and is famous within hundreds of miles."

Zhang Zhentian said something casually.

"Zhenren Qian, Zhenren Xu?"

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment.

After a while, he turned to look at Zhang DaDa, who was holding a roast chicken and munching fiercely. He always felt familiar to him, and suddenly asked: "Zhang DaDa, is your wife's name Hongxing? Do you usually give birth to a man named Mr. Tan?"

Who drives the carriage?"

Forehead...

Zhang DaDa was stunned for a moment, hugged the roast chicken and muttered: "Brother Heng, how did you know?" After speaking, he looked at the others: "What did you say?"

Everyone shook their heads.

hiss!

Zhang Heng took a breath of cold air.

He wasn't sure before, but after Zhang boldly admitted it, he finally knew where he was.

Shilipo, Wanfu Yizhuang, Xu Zhenren, Qian Zhenren, Tan Laoye, Zhang Dadan.

This is the world of "Ghost vs. Ghost".

In this way, the rumors of zombies may not be just rumors.

There really is such a thing in this world.

"Zombies!"

Zhang Heng felt a chill on his back, and he was filled with distracting thoughts: "It's really a ghost. The good master of the two worlds suddenly changed his painting style and became a supernatural world. Fortunately, I asked more questions today, otherwise I would have been stupid, and there was nothing."

I don’t know, I’ll have to suffer a loss in the future.”

As soon as one thought arose, another thought emerged uncontrollably: "In the supernatural world of the Republic of China, wouldn't it be too unchallenging to just make some money and go back?"

Without waiting to think about it any longer, everyone came to raise their glasses.

When you are about to drink wine, don’t stop drinking.

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

Came back drunk.

...

In the next few days, Zhang Heng stayed in Dagou Town with peace of mind, either drinking with Zhang Zhentian or wandering around.

After a few days, people in the town became familiar with him. They all knew that he was the son of Zhang Daxian who had returned from Nanyang. There were many smiling faces in the neighborhood.

Zhang Heng saw everything with his eyes.

When it comes to simplicity, people during the Republic of China were still simple.

In later generations, many neighbors would not know each other even if they lived across the street. It would not be easy to integrate into a new environment.

"Here, let me give you some candy."

It’s another morning.

Zhang Heng signed for a bag of toffee in broad daylight and handed it out to the children playing on the street.

The children cheered and ran home as if offering treasures.

Zhang Heng watched happily. In this era when supplies are scarce and many people don't have enough to eat, Dabai Toffee is a supreme delicacy.
To be continued...