Damei Village is only five miles away from Haidian Island. Zhao Fuxiang, Liao Dagui, ten guards, and the newly adopted unlucky godson Zhao Xiang arrived at the Haidian Island ferry in less than half an hour.

At this time, Fan Tong had been demoted from the inspection chief to the ferry tax collector. However, Fan Tong liked this job very much because Haidian Island was becoming more and more prosperous and the number of people on the island increased sharply. Now there are tens of thousands of people on the island.

The population has already caught up with Haikou. Once there are people, there is demand. In addition, Zhao Zhikuan is far more generous than the black-hearted capitalist Zhao Fuxiang. He has set high wages for his workers. If he has money, he will naturally spend it. Therefore, these two

In the past few months, there have been many more salesmen doing business on Haidian Island.

In order to ensure transportation capacity, Zhao Fuxiang replaced the small boat at the ferry with a large boat half a month ago, which can carry more than fifty people at a time. This greatly increased the number of people moving, and naturally the taxes collected by Fan Tong also greatly increased.

Now that Baisha Ferry has become a fertile vacancy, naturally the inspection department of Haikou Inspection Department is also interested in this place. They originally wanted to replace Fan Tong with one of their own who was doing the inspection. But who knew that Zhao Fuxiang was not willing, so he had no choice but to have fun with the inspection.

The method of overt promotion and covert promotion hopes that Fan Tong will retreat and give up this lucrative position.

Fan Tong was indeed a little unhappy at first. After all, the pier chief was an official, but the tax collector was different. He had completely become a temporary worker who was responsible for his own profits and losses. From a civil servant to a temporary worker, Fan Tong felt a psychological gap at the beginning.

It's still a big deal. But it was Zhao Fuxiang who enlightened him. Of course, Zhao Fuxiang didn't change his career to become a psychiatrist because he was full. In fact, Fan Tong was Zhang Rong's father. Before Zhang Chengde was eradicated, Zhao Fuxiang really didn't want Zhang Rong to be affected.

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After Zhao Fuxiang's persuasion, Fan Tong finally made up his mind and prepared to do his job well. But last night he got the great news that his unfilial son Zhang Rong had actually killed Zhang Chengde and became the master of thousands of households!

Although the law of the Ming Dynasty stipulates that becoming a son-in-law means breaking off the relationship with the previous parents, but the bloodline can be broken off at once? So Fan Tong was overjoyed when he heard the news, and now he became the father-in-law of a thousand households.

How dare he bully me when he is a junior official in the Inspection Department?

After coming to work today, Fan Tong noticed that the eyes of his colleagues immediately changed. From looking down on him before, he became afraid. At the same time, the ambassador in charge of customs also changed his appearance. When he saw Fan Tong coming, he immediately said good things to Mr. Fan and Mr. Fan.

, and even gave up his seat to Fan Tong, for fear that this father-in-law of the new Lord Qianhu would give him eye drops!

Fan Tong was sitting on a chair drinking Longjing when he suddenly saw a group of people getting off the ferry. The tall and fat man at the head was none other than Zhao Fuxiang, the rich man on Haidian Island.

Seeing Zhao Fuxiang, Fan Tong had other thoughts in his heart. You must know that Zhao Fuxiang had beaten Fan Tong when he first crossed over, so Fan Tong always remembered this festival in his heart. Now Fan Tong's son has become a Qianhu, and Fan Tong

Naturally, there was no need to respect Zhao Fuxiang, so when he saw Zhao Fuxiang coming, Fan Tong stood up slowly and walked up to meet him.

When Zhao Fuxiang saw Fan Tong, he smiled and said, "Old Fan, your good days will come in the future!"

Fan Tong smiled and did not answer, but stepped forward and patted Zhao Fuxiang on the shoulder and said: "Fuxiang! It seems that you also know the news. You will work hard on the island in the future. As long as you serve Mr. Fan well, I will be happy with you."

Live your life!”

Zhao Fuxiang was stunned by what Fan Tong did. He didn't expect that Fan Tong would dare to slap him on the shoulder. Before Fan Tong could finish speaking, Zhao Fuxiang slapped Fan Tong firmly and cursed at the same time.

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: "Lao Fan, are you so fucking frustrated and crazy?"

Fan Tong was caught off guard and was slapped, and he cursed angrily: "Zhao Fuxiang, do you still think Master Fan respects you like before? Times have changed! Someone..."

Fan Tong was just about to call the tax collectors at the ferry to come forward to help, but Liao Dagui and others came forward and knocked all five or six tax collectors to the ground with one punch. After the beating, Liao Dagui stepped on Fan Tong with a smile and said: "Old man Fan, it seems

You are really crazy! Do you think you can be arrogant after Zhang Rong became a thousand households? To tell you the truth, Zhang Rong is just a temporary thousand households. This is what Mr. Zhao asked for in front of the commander, Marshal Mao. As for Zhang Rong,

Whether your son-in-law can continue to work depends on Master Zhao’s wishes!"

Everyone in Haikou knew about Zhang Rong's son-in-law. Liao Dagui had been at odds with Zhang Rong before, so he naturally knew about his family's troubles, so he was not polite to Fan Tong this time and beat Fan Tong until the ground was full of ghosts.

Call!

Zhao Fuxiang waved his hand to Liao Dagui to stop. Looking at Fan Tong who had a bruised nose and swollen face, Zhao Fuxiang smiled and said: "Old Fan, looking at you like this, you are really not the material to be an official. Originally, I wanted you to be a patrol inspector. It's better than being here."

Be a tax collector, but it seems that you are just a tax collector! Go back and tell your son that his thousand households have to go to the Governor's Yamen in Guangzhou to operate. I am not in a good mood, so let him go on his own!"

Only then did Fan Tong realize that he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended, and he quickly stepped forward to hug Zhao Fuxiang's thigh and beg, but Zhao Fuxiang kicked Fan Tong over and walked away with Liao Dagui and others!

Zhao Fuxiang returned to his home, while Liao Dagui and others rested in the concierge, while he returned to his courtyard with the box containing the imperial seal.

When building a house at that time, Zhao Fuxiang asked craftsmen to dig a basement in his bedroom. Because cement could now be produced, the basement was made entirely of concrete composed of cement wrought iron. It was probably the strongest building of this era.

The entrance to the basement was under the bed. Zhao Fuxiang pushed open the double bed and opened the floor, revealing the iron door of the basement. Zhao Fuxiang unlocked the iron door, opened the iron door, and walked in along the stairs.

Now, because the old man Zhao Zhikuan has not yet developed a generator, the basement is still dark. Zhao Fuxiang lit a candle at the door, and then he could see the whole basement clearly.

The basement is the same size as the bedroom. There are two wooden shelves set up against the wall. They store some things brought by the Zhao family from later generations, such as cell phones with no battery, jackets that cannot be worn, and empty mineral water bottles.

Some important parts, etc., Zhao Fuxiang placed the wooden box in his hand on the second level of the shelf, then stepped back and locked the iron door again.

As soon as Zhao Fuxiang restored the bed to its original position, he saw his wife Sun Jing entering the house. Sun Jing saw Zhao Fuxiang coming back and asked, "Why are you back? Why can't the mistress in Fucheng give you Wenwenxiang?"

Sun Jing really didn't care about anything, but Zhao Fuxiang didn't dare to talk back and quickly said with a smile: "What are you talking about? Your husband is already forty-two, and I can't even afford to take care of your wife, so what's the point?"

Do you have enough energy to find a mistress?"

Of course, Sun Jing didn't believe Zhao Fuxiang's lies. After looking Zhao Fuxiang up and down, he said: "Okay, since you said there is no mistress, then hand over the half-month's public food!"

Last night, Zhao Fuxiang and Xue's mother and daughter had a carnival. How could there be any public food? After hearing this, Zhao Fuxiang quickly waved his hands and said: "Honey, your husband has been working hard for this family, how can he have such thoughts? This is good, we will talk about it tonight.

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Sun Jing finally waited until Zhao Fuxiang came back. How could he let him escape so easily? She stretched out her hand to stop him and cursed: "Zhao Fuxiang, now that you are back, why don't you still want to run away?"

Sun Jing finished speaking and was about to take off Zhao Fuxiang's clothes. At this critical moment, Zhao Heng's voice came from outside the door: "Dad, are you back?"

When Zhao Fuxiang heard that his son was coming, he secretly shouted in his heart that the savior had arrived! He quickly said: "My son is here, let's wait for tonight!"

Zhao Fuxiang quickly pushed Sun Jing away and shouted: "Son, dad is here!"

When Sun Jing heard that her son was coming, she spared Zhao Fuxiang's life and followed Zhao Fuxiang to the courtyard.

Zhao Heng walked into the yard and saw his parents there. Zhao Heng smiled and said, "Mom and dad, are you all here?"

Sun Jing naturally smiled when she saw her son coming in and asked, "Son, why are you coming to my place if you don't want to accompany your new wife?"

Zhao Heng has been married to Zhang Side for more than half a month, and they have already consummated their marriage. Now the two of them are really good friends. Hearing what his mother said, Zhao Heng blushed for a rare time and said: "Mom, what are you talking about? Now

My son’s main priority is his career, so let’s put his personal affairs aside!”

Zhao Fuxiang was eager to escape from this pit of fire immediately, so he quickly pulled his son and said, "Yes, career is the most important thing! Just in time, son, you are here. I have something to discuss with you. Let's go out and talk!"

Zhao Fuxiang took his son and ran away. He didn't care about Sun Jing's resentful face. When he ran out of the gate, Zhao Fuxiang felt relieved and said to his son: "Son, aren't you training the new army? Why did you come back?"

Zhao Heng smiled and said: "Dad, why did you forget? My son has been spending time in grandpa's factory these days. Now that the preliminary preparations for the musket are completed, we are just waiting for the iron! The iron was shipped back yesterday, so today grandpa

I was about to make a gun barrel, and I just happened to hear that Dad was back, so I came back to see you together!"

Zhao Fuxiang has never understood the progress of the industry. He did not expect that his father had already developed the gun barrel. In Zhao Fuxiang's impression, wasn't the gun barrel the most difficult to process? How could it be so easy to succeed?

After hearing what his son said, Zhao Fuxiang also became interested. After all, whether firearms can be mass-produced is related to the development of his own power, so Zhao Fuxiang planned to go and take a look with his son.

The father and son went out. Liao Dagui and others saw their master coming out and hurriedly walked out of the concierge. Zhao Heng saw a group of strange men and asked: "Dad, who are these people?"

Zhao Fuxiang quickly explained that these people were his bodyguards. At this time, Zhao Fuxiang remembered that Xue's son was here, so he quickly called Zhao Xiang over, and then said to Zhao Heng: "Son, this young man is your father's new recruit."

My son is also your godbrother. Your father promised his mother to cultivate him into a man, so he will be handed over to you from now on!"

Zhao Xiang had just turned twelve years old. According to the tradition of missing two years in the Ming Dynasty, Zhao Xiang's actual age had just turned ten. Zhao Heng looked at this thin child who had just reached his waist and asked in a low voice: "Dad, why do you give me this child?"

I'm looking for something to do. This is the army, not a kindergarten. What can you do if you put him in the new army?"

Zhao Fuxiang, why do you care? He glared and cursed: "What? You have been an official for a few days and you don't listen to me anymore? Now I will hand him over to you. I don't care whether he lives or dies!"

Zhao Heng couldn't help but look at this thin godbrother, so he had to say: "Okay, you can follow me as an orderly first!"
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