Zhao Han was wearing Cheng Zi's clothes and a Xiaoyao scarf. He looked like a poor scholar and a young master from some family.
Dress normally, but look classy!
For a moment, the leaders of the Iron Foot Society could not figure out who Zhao Han was.
The man who called for the food earlier couldn't help but stand up and clasp his fists, and replied: "The red oil chicken is very delicious. Is the young husband the young master of the Fei family?"
"I'm Zhao Han," Zhao Han cupped his hands and said with a smile, "I see that you are rough and bold, you must be a well-known hero, so I came here to appreciate your style."
Your surname is Zhao?
But this is Fei's restaurant.
But it doesn't matter, Zhao Han speaks very nicely.
The man felt so comfortable with the flattery that he laughed loudly and said: "My name is Sun Xianzong, and I am usually called Sun Erlang. Please sit down, please. This is my third brother Sun Zhenzong. Just call him Sun Sanlang. This is Fei Ji.
I don’t know how many generations of descendants of the Fei family, they can only work as porters. This is Zhang Tieniu, nicknamed Xiao Li Kui. This is Li Dazhu..."
After the other party finished the introduction, Zhao Han shouted towards the counter: "Another bottle of wine, and this table of dishes, all will be charged to my account!"
Sun Xianzong said quickly: "How can this mean that there are so many of us that it's our turn to treat guests?"
"Yes, yes, it's our turn to treat you."
Everyone declined one after another, speculating on Zhao Han's identity and his purpose.
"Snapped!"
Zhao Han slammed the table and feigned anger: "I thought you were good guys, but you were fighting over the money for a meal, acting like women!"
Several people looked at each other in confusion, wondering what kind of medicine Zhao Han was selling in his gourd.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Sun Xianzong tried to smooth things over by saying, "I've taught my young husband a joke. I won't argue about the meal today. I'll treat my young husband to a drink another day."
"That's right," Zhao Han picked up the wine bottle on the table, shook it and found that there was still wine, so he poured it for himself, "Come on, come on, you are a good man, let's have a drink first."
"Okay, done!" Everyone raised their glasses and drank.
After a glass of wine, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.
Sun Xianzong took the initiative to give Zhao Hanman a drink and inquired: "The young gentleman seems to be a scholar?"
Zhao Han waved his hand and said: "I only passed the Tongsheng test, so I am not considered a scholar."
"The higher you are from a boy, you will be a scholar. He is not a scholar." Zhang Tieniu quickly raised his glass and said, "I, Tieniu, are a rough man. I am lucky enough to have dinner with my young husband at the same table. Come on, I respect you.
Have a drink, sir!"
"Easy to say." Zhao Han refused to accept anyone who came.
Sun Xianzong continued to inquire: "The shopkeeper of Dingshenglou has changed. Is the young husband a relative of the shopkeeper?"
Zhao Han smiled and said: "I am the second shopkeeper of Dingshenglou."
What the hell?
This identity was beyond everyone's expectation.
Li Dazhu hesitated and said: "My young husband looks... not very old."
"I'll be fifteen next year," Zhao Han said with a smile, "Come, come, eat meat and drink wine!"
Only fourteen?
Tong Sheng, fourteen years old, the second shopkeeper of Fei's Restaurant, what is this all about?
The less they can guess, the more respectful these people are to Zhao Han.
Sun Xianzong wanted to continue to inquire, but Zhao Han did not reveal more information and instead tried to trick them.
Zhao Han said: "When I was studying scriptures at Hanzhu Academy, I already admired the name of the Iron Foot Society. Do you have to pay to join your society? How about I join one?"
"My little Xianggong is joking," Sun Xianzong refused quickly. "The Iron Foot Club is all porter coolies, and they are born to be hardworking. My little Xianggong is a child, and he will take the first prize in the future. How can the Wenqu star in the sky come down to earth to hang out with us."
Zhao Han drank another glass with everyone, patted the table and said, "Which stipulates that coolies should be humble? Without your efforts, there will be so much goods coming and going in Hekou Town, so the nobles can carry it on the ship themselves?"
"The nobles can't afford to move it, for fear that they and their goods will fall into the river." Zhang Tieniu laughed loudly, as if he was reminded of the embarrassment of the rich when they moved their goods.
"That's right," Zhao Han said with a smile, "the wealth in Hekou was all carried out by Lifu in sacks. Let me see, you Lifu are the nobles of Hekou Town!"
"I don't dare to take it seriously."
Several people declined one after another, but they were very happy in their hearts, and looking at Zhao Han became more and more pleasing to their eyes.
Sun Xianzong finally couldn't help it and asked directly: "My dear husband, you invited us to have dinner and drinks, but what do you want us to do?"
"Come on, Second Brother Sun, let's leave another one."
Zhao Han clinked glasses with Sun Xianzong, took a sip and said, "I just love making friends. When I make friends, I don't care about poverty or wealth, only whether they are honest and generous. A good and honest man, after drinking a glass of wine, that's me.
My friends. Do you want to be friends with me?"
"Yes, I am willing." Several people replied happily.
Zhao Han added: "I despise these many scholars who talk about benevolence, justice and morality, but in their hearts they are male thieves and female prostitutes. You heroes are different. Whatever you say and do, every spit is a nail. Isn't this the truth?"
"well said!"
Fei Xu slapped the table and praised him. This Fei clan descendant must have been tricked by scholars.
Zhao Han continued to talk nonsense, and after drinking a meal, he got the following information:
First, the Iron Foot Club in Hekou Town has about two thousand members.
Second, members of the Iron Foot Club must pay monthly membership fees. If they are bullied, they can get help from the club and help them escape from government corvee.
Third, the leaders of the Iron Foot Society are all semi-off the job.
In one sentence: early triad organization!
Starting from the mid-Ming Dynasty, various clubs sprouted everywhere.
The Donglin Party was a literati society in the early days, and later evolved into a political faction.
Commercial guilds also emerged during the Zhengde and Jiajing years, and along with them came the bodyguard bureaus in various places.
For the people at the bottom, "Free Aid Society" organizations emerged.
According to differences in region and form, there are many types of charity societies, such as: joint societies, gatherings, meetings, invitational societies, credit societies, charity societies, charity societies, grain societies, sacrificial societies, etc.
Investigating its essence, it is nothing more than poor people holding together to stay warm and survive.
It's a pity that this kind of social organization cannot escape from the rut of deterioration and corruption.
The Iron Foot Society in front of them has begun to collect protection fees from small vendors. They are very proud when they complain, thinking that they have protected the safety of countless vendors, regardless of whether others are willing to pay.
Zhao Han stood up unsteadily, clasped his fists and said: "Brothers, I'm too drunk, let's... let's drink some other time!"
"Okay... that's easy to talk about!" Sun Xianzong stood up from the table and put his arms around Zhao Han.
Zhang Tieniu was also drunk and passed out. He took Zhao Han's hand and said, "My dear husband, I feel so comfortable listening to you. Let's have another drink tomorrow. If you need to move things in the future, send someone to tell me. Tieniu, I promise to give it to you."
Work hard!”
"Say so many things, they are all brothers." Zhao Han patted him on the shoulder.
Sun Zhenzong smiled and said: "Yes, yes, they are all brothers."
After another round of nonsense, these people were finally sent away.
Zhao Han returned to the counter, regained consciousness in an instant, and asked the waiter to ask: "In this Hekou Town, besides the Iron Foot Club, which club is the most powerful?"
"Of course it's a boat club," the shop assistant replied. "The boat club is full of boatmen. Their boss is called the helmsman, also called the helmsman. The Iron Foot Club is on land, and the boat club is in the river. They always make no mistakes. River water.”
Zhao Han asked again: "Is there a farmers' association?"
The store clerk laughed and said: "There are also farmers' associations, but they usually don't last long and they are not very big. At most, they form groups to help each other. There was a 'Cangshe' more than ten years ago, which gathered more than a thousand tenant farmers to join the association and taught children to sing They talked about 'splitting clothes into flags, selling hoes to make knives', shouting about 'eliminating the masters and slaves, and eradicating the rich and the poor in the world'. The owner of the society claimed to be the 'King of Erasure'. As soon as the riot started, the government was not alerted, but the village elders They took their slaves and killed them."
Damn it, the nickname "Eradicate the King" is okay, it is much louder than the name of the rebel rebels in Shaanxi.
It seems that this "Eradicate King" has read books, and even the slogans of rebellion are sophisticated.
Although Jiangxi is located in the south, in terms of the number of uprisings alone, it can be called the first province in the Ming Dynasty.
Especially in the Southern Jiangxi area, rebellion is commonplace. If the uprising fails, they will go into the mountains and become bandits. For this reason, Jiangxi not only has the Jiangxi General Soldier, but also has another Southern Gansu General Soldier, which is specifically used to suppress uprisings and quell banditry - the Southern Gansu General Soldier. The soldiers continued to exist until the end of the Qing Dynasty, and uprisings occurred frequently here throughout the Ming and Qing dynasties. Even changes in dynasties could not stop them from rebelling.
Two years ago, the peasants in Fujian revolted and fled to Jiangxi to fight, joining forces with the Ruijin rebels. They have not yet been wiped out.
Four of the talented "Chishui Six Talents" were killed by Ruijin rebels on their way home from the provincial examination.
The magistrate of Ruijin County no longer dares to leave the city.
The rebellion situation in southern Jiangxi was so good that Zhao Han couldn't help but want to join.
Zhao Han and the store clerk continued to talk about the rebellion...ah, they continued to talk about the club organization, and suddenly Fei Ruhe and Fei Chun, the master and servant, came.
"I've contacted the bookstore," Fei Ruhe picked up the teapot and drank heavily. "As long as we give you money, they are willing to print. But we have to sell the printed things ourselves. The bookstore thinks we are not famous."
Publish the book at your own expense and be responsible for your own profits and losses.
Fei Chun couldn't help but said: "Brother, can you sell the ten-day issue? If you want me to read it, why not just print the novel? "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" will definitely sell well."
Zhao Han explained with a smile: "You can't sell the novel directly. Once it sells well, there will be countless pirated copies, and the money will be made by the pirates. We have a long history, wouldn't it be nice to serialize it three times a month? If you want to read the following, you have to be old. Be honest and buy my copy of "Ehu Xunjian"!"
What is "Ehu Xunkan"?
Zhao Han's public opinion propaganda position, and he serialized novels to earn some money.
Zhao Han pointed to the stage behind him: "Fei Chun, you come to the restaurant to tell stories. Every time you publish a magazine, you only tell one-third of it to make them excited. Anyone who wants to read the remaining two-thirds can pay. Come and buy it, no matter how bad the X-week magazine is, there are still people who want it."
Fei Ruhe expressed his disbelief: "Why are you doing so much? If you are afraid of pirated copies, just sell the novels one volume at a time."
"You don't understand even after I told you," Zhao Han asked directly, "Do you believe in my ability?"
Fei Ruhe nodded and said, "I believe it."
Zhao Han hooked Fei Ruhe's shoulder: "Since you believe me, then do as I say."