The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 34 What is Professionalism?
"Master looking for me?"

Zhang Heng couldn't think of anything that Xu Zhenren could do with him, so he could only nod his head and said, "Okay, I see. I'll prepare more meals for the evening, and I'll bring them to my master."

"Yes, sir."

Grandma Sun reverently withdrew.

After Grandma Sun left, Zhang Heng came to the map hanging on the wall, looked at the map and lost his thoughts.

"Rongcheng!!"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

Yangjiang, Goose City, Cannes City, Rongcheng.

These are four counties along the southwest coast of Handong Province, but unlike the other three counties, Rongcheng, a coastal county town, was occupied by warlords.

This person calls himself the Rongcheng Commander, the nephew of Prince Wuyi. After he came to Rongcheng, he formed an alliance with the local maritime merchants to escort the maritime business in the coastal areas.

Although there are not many troops, only 4000 to [-], he has a kind of military that Zhang Heng does not have, the navy.

Of course, the navy is actually a few second-hand gunboats, which control the shipping business of several counties and the exchanges of goods from South Vietnam, Siam, the Philippines, and Malaysia.

The most difficult thing for Zhang Heng now is how to solve him.

Solved by force.

Right now, his three regiments have not yet formed combat effectiveness, and it is not appropriate to use troops in a short time.

Furthermore, it is easy to defeat the Great Marshal of Rongcheng, but it is difficult not to be disliked by Prince Wuyi and not be disliked by the Maritime Merchant Alliance.

No business is not rich.

Zhang Heng is a modern man, and he is very aware of the importance of business.

Not to mention, once the fight broke out, it was easy for the wealthy businessmen in Rongcheng to run away, but it would be difficult to get them back. What he wanted was a complete, prosperous and prosperous Rongcheng, not a mess.

Solving by force is the last resort.

The best policy is to win peacefully, without bloodshed.

It's just that this is more difficult. There is no one around Zhang Heng who can talk to Rongcheng, and his current strength is not enough for the Rongcheng commander to bow down and follow him as the second commander.

"Developing oneself is the last word, let Rongcheng put it aside in advance."

"By the beginning of next spring, I will have three reinforcement regiments with six to seven thousand people. Then is the time to consider Rongcheng. Now, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

Zhang Heng took a deep breath and looked away from the map.

夜晚
Zhang Heng came to the Taoist Temple with the food box.

"Master, look what I brought, your favorite Dongpo elbow."

When Zhang Heng entered the door, Xu Zhenzhen was directing Zhang Dadan to add fuel to the ever-bright lamp.

Seeing that Zhang Heng was here, Zhenren Xu had a little more smile on his face, and said straightly, "Ah Heng, are you done with your work?"

"I'm done, it's all trivial matters, I'm afraid I'll disturb your master's cultivation."

"But don't worry, Master, I'm busy for a while. As long as I get the job done right, I'll leave the rest to the people below. I just take the helm and don't need to row the boat."

While talking, Zhang Heng put the food box on the table and urged, "Master, eat it while it's hot, this Dongpo elbow must be hot, it won't taste right when it's cold."

"it is good."

Xu Zhenren sat on the chair, opened the food box, and instructed Zhang Dandan without looking back: "Eat first, and then cook after eating."

"Yes, Master."

Zhang Bingdan responded happily.

Sitting beside Xu Zhenren, holding chopsticks, he looked at Xu Zhenren's food box anxiously: "Senior brother, have you made my favorite braised lion head?"

"Have you been sloppy in your work, brother?"

Xu Zhenren opened the food box.

The food box is divided into five layers, the first layer is Dongpo elbow, the second layer is stir-fried lamb with spring onion, the third layer is braised lion head, the fourth layer is a platter of four kinds of cold dishes, and the fifth layer is A small bowl of rice.

"It's a waste to do so much every time."

Xu Zhenren said this, but he couldn't stop smiling, just like those parents whose children went home to buy gifts, full of joy, and complained about spending money.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng did not reveal it, took out the Huadiao wine he brought, and said, "Master, I will accompany you to drink two cups."

"Wait a minute."

Xu Zhenren reached out to stop Zhang Heng: "Do you have anything else to do tonight?"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "No."

"Then don't drink, keep your spirits."

Xu Zhenren explained: "After dinner, it's late at night, I'm going to take you to meet some friends."

"meet friends?"

Zhang Bingdan looked confused: "Master, what friends are you seeing tonight?"

Xu Zhenren smiled without saying a word.

On the other hand, Zhang Heng had some guesses, looking at Zhenren Xu, and looking at Zhang Dadan, the two of them have been apprentices for some time, but they have not faced those things directly.

Going to see friends at night, these friends are probably not serious friends.

"Senior brother, did you know?"

Seeing the thoughtful look on Zhang Heng's face, Zhang Dan couldn't help but ask.

"Knowing is not knowing, not knowing is knowing, that is knowing."

Zhang Heng didn't break it, he just said: "Eat it quickly, eat more, it's all your favorite dishes."

Zhang Dadan was a bit baffled, and then he stopped thinking about it, and lowered his head and took a big mouthful of rice.

The work of two sticks of incense.

After eating and drinking, Zhen Zhen Xu stood up: "Go and say good night to the ancestors."

"Yes, Master."

Zhang Heng and Zhang Daan walked to the statue and knelt down, pinched their hands, and bowed three times: "Good night, Patriarch."

"time to go."

When they turned around, Xu Zhenren had already set up the donkey cart.

The two followed behind Xu Zhenren and got into the donkey cart. The walk was an hour.

"Senior brother, why did you come to the Mass Burial Mound?"

Looking around, Zhang Bingdan looked confused.

"You forgot, Master wants to bring friends."

Zhang Heng bit hard on the word friend.

"what!"

Zhang Boldly touched his stomach.

I ate too much at night, and when the cold wind blew when I went out, my stomach began to feel uncomfortable for some reason.

"I've seen it during the day. Here and there, there are good friends hiding there. Let's start digging."

Xu Zhenren took two shovels from the car and handed them to the two of them involuntarily.

"Master, I can't do it anymore, I'll go to make it easier first."

Zhang Dadan covered his stomach and ran away in a hurry.

"There is a lot of shit and urine on the lazy donkey!"

Xu Zhenzhen looked straight and shook his head.

"Master, let me come first."

Zhang Heng took the shovel and started digging at the location Xu Zhenren said.

Since it was a mass grave, the burial was not deep, and soon he dug out a thin coffin from it.

"It's a coffin, you are blessed."

Seeing that Zhang Heng had dug up the coffin, Zhenren Xu showed a pity.

Zhang Heng didn't understand the reasoning here, so he couldn't help asking, "Master, why is the coffin blessed?"

"Coffin, coffin, promotion and fortune."

"The first time I went out with my master to meet a friend, what I dug up was wrapped in a bamboo mat. It looked like that, hey, it's disgusting."

Real Xu knew that Zhang Heng didn't understand this, and said, "The one in the coffin is in better quality. When you vomit in a while, you should be able to vomit less for a while."

Zhang Heng swallowed and spit.

Looking back at the place where Zhang Daran disappeared, he can eat four bowls of rice at night, and he will suffer later.

"What are you waiting for, open the coffin."

Xu Zhenren made a gesture of lifting the coffin.

Zhang Heng knew that he could not escape today.

A heartless, took a deep breath and walked up, grabbed the coffin lid and lifted it fiercely.

crunch
Because it was a thin coffin, and it was a mass burial, there were no coffin nails on this coffin.

Zhang Heng gently pulled, and in an instant, the coffin lid was lifted aside by him, revealing the friend lying inside.

"Don't close your eyes, the more dangerous it is, the more you have to open your eyes and look carefully."

Real Xu put his hand on Zhang Heng's shoulder: "Look carefully, look carefully, until you are no longer afraid."

Zhang Hengqiang endured the discomfort, only to see a guy with a rotten face lying in the coffin under the moonlight.

"How about you, are you afraid?"

Xu Zhenren came up with a faint tone.

"Not afraid."

Zhang Heng swallowed his saliva with a firm attitude: "It's just disgusting."

"Aren't you afraid?"

Xu Zhenren held a gossip mirror in his hand, looked at the moonlight, and then took a look at the corpse's face: "You will be afraid later."

click!
Kaka! !
As soon as the consumption of the gossip was illuminated, the corpse began to shake.

Seeing this, Zhenren Xu took out the bell again, first stamping on the corpse's forehead, and then gently shaking the copper bell: "Get up!"

Zhang Heng saw clearly, and saw the corpse stand up straight from the coffin.

"It's all on you."

Xu Zhenren took out the peach wood sword on his back and threw it to Zhang Heng, and then the bell pointed to Zhang Heng: "Go!"

"Master, come up and fight?"

Zhang Heng looked at the peach wood sword in his hand and the corpse that rushed towards him, and smiled bitterly: "Is the progress too fast?"

"If you don't hurry, how can you make progress."

Xu Zhenren shook the bell: "Stab him in the chest, the tip of the sword has to go in horizontally, and the ribs will get caught in the vertical position."

Zhang Heng took a few steps back.

Fortunately, the speed of this thing is not fast, and there is still time for him to think.

"Thorn!"

puff! !
Zhang Heng pushed the Taomu sword directly in with force.

The heart was hit, and the corpse fell to the ground in an instant. At the same time, Zhenren Xu also showed satisfaction: "Yes, after this first time, you will not hesitate for the second time."

"Master, is there a second time?"

"Don't talk about the second time, the third time, and the fourth time. That's what your ancestor taught me back then."

on the return trip.

Zhang Heng's face turned pale, and Zhang Dadan even vomited while leaning on the carriage.

Today he was the winner of the lottery.

His friend was wrapped in a mat, which was more terrifying than Zhang Heng's.

In addition, when he was full, he was thrown at him by the friend, and the worm was thrown at him, and Zhang Dandan immediately vomited, not because he was afraid, but because he was too disgusting.

days thereafter.

Every night, the unshakable practice of gallbladder + hands.

Not to mention, it really works, just get used to it when you spit it out.

A week later, Zhang Heng has not changed his face.

His heart was as cold as his peach wood sword.

According to Xu Zhenren, now he is qualified to go out and say that he is a Taoist priest, because he can't vomit.

Don't underestimate the three words 'can't spit', there is a university question here.

The hype you say makes you vomit as soon as you see the righteous master. People don't believe you when you say you are a Taoist because you are not professional.

What is professionalism? If you can sleep with a corpse in your arms, and the corpse worms fall out of your mouth, it is like chewing a peppercorn. My mouth tastes more delicious. This is called professionalism.

(End of this chapter)