Author: Tao Gepo

Now things are settled properly.

Taking revenge can be regarded as an explanation to the guys.

Not busy anymore, first I ate a bowl of old tofu on the street. Vinegar, soy sauce, pepper oil, minced chives, the hot white tofu was blanched, and it gave off a slightly fragrant smell, which was very beautiful.

I added two small spoons of chili oil. After finishing one bowl, I felt warm even in the winter.

Take the Caobang boat back to Shaoxing.

The news that President Sun Ba was killed can be regarded as news in Hangzhou city.

After all, Mr. Sun is still an official.

If an ordinary citizen died, there wouldn't be any waves at all.

When we got to the boat, we talked to the boss about something.

The boat boss is a helmsman and leader of the Cao Gang.

The boss of the ship: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Sun is dead."

It was the news about General Sun Ba that he told Runtu.

If Runtu asked about it, he would die.

It made him also suspect that this man's death was related to Runtu.

But he took a look at Runtu. He was relatively healthy, but not strong, and looked relatively safe. He should not be the victim of Runtu.

He also knew that Runtu had many industries.

Pharmacies, banks, pawn shops.

After thinking about it for a while, I thought it might be Runtu who did it.

He looked at Runtu with some suspicion.

You can kill people and still be an officer, that's great.

Their Cao Gang also killed people, but they never dared to go against the government officials.

"Whether he dies or not has nothing to do with me."

Runtu didn't want to get involved in this life-threatening lawsuit, which would be a problem.

However, no one will find out about the methods I used.

There is absolutely no evidence.

Even if someone doubts it then.

It is estimated that no one would dare to provoke him casually.

Runtu had investigated General Manager Sun, and he had been a General Manager for more than ten years, which meant that it had nothing to do with the higher-ups, and no one would pay attention to him if he died.

The ship boss said again: "Mr. Zhang, you opened a bank in Kuaiji? When will you come to Hangzhou?"

Runtu: "I'm thinking about opening a semicolon next year."

"Mr. Zhang, does your bank still get interest for depositing money there?"

Runtu nodded, "Three cents of profit a year, that is, if you save one hundred taels of silver, you can withdraw one hundred and three taels of silver in one year."

Interest rates are constantly changing and adjusting.

In Kuaiji, other banks and pawn shops were all overthrown by Runtu's industry.

"Here, Mr. Zhang is really working for the benefit of the people. Some banks not only have no interest, but even have to pay a custody fee. I also want to deposit ten taels of silver in the bank."

Runtu: "Of course there is no problem. After one year, it will be twelve or three coins."

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhang."

There are many banks now that still charge interest.

In particular, there are already banks for foreigners in Shanghai. Now the banks are also transforming into banks.

"Mr. Zhang, come and play mahjong together. We in Caobang play mahjong for fun most of the time when we are running boats."

Runtu is a guest.

The people in Caobang always try their best to entertain and find some entertainment. The most suitable pastime is to play mahjong.

Mahjong is a game that most people love to play, regardless of their wealth or status.

"Mr. Zhang, there are three missing partners in front of me, and I have to get you to win. Come on, Mr. Zhang, have you ever played mahjong?"

"Of course I did."

Runtu has space ability and gambling ability, no one can beat him.

But he thought about it and realized that he now has a cooperative relationship with the people in Caobang.

These few people don't have much money in total, so they don't need any skills.

"Mr. Zhang, you need to have a good memory when playing mahjong."

They took care of Runtu.

After all, they get along day and night and are relatively familiar with each other.

"Of course you have to have a good memory. If you don't have a good memory when playing mahjong, you can't figure out what's going on and what's coming in, so there's no point in playing mahjong."

A table with chips divided.

Thinking that Sun Baizong relied on the news from Caobang.

Got so much money again.

Just don't even use the memory function and let them see how they can win some money.

All three players seemed to be asking for wrong cards, but Runtu's cards were still very messy.

Runtu dared to fight any creature.

I lost three games in a row.

It doesn’t matter, I don’t get much money in total.

It only costs a few cents per game.

Keep playing.

I didn't care about anything else, I just concentrated on playing cards, and I got the same result.

I lost three games and won them back instantly, and gained a little more chips.

This is a little different from what he thought.

As he continued to play, Runtu controlled his own strength and tried not to mess around.

After playing five or six more games, I lost all my money.

The total loss was less than 100 yuan.

There will be no loss at all for Runtu.

Then I played a few more games.

The people in the Caobang seemed to feel that Runtu had let loose. They were not fools, they were all veteran players who could sense it.

I know that Runtu lost money on purpose.

After playing for a while, I stopped playing.

This generous act naturally earned Caobang's gratitude and respect.

The people they help are poor, so it would be better if they can win some money by playing cards.

When we start the meal, we cook fish.

People in Caobang may not be able to afford chicken and duck, but this fish is still relatively simple.

You can rely on mountains to eat mountains, and you can rely on water to eat water.

There were not only Caobang people on the boat, but also other guests.

Not like a guest, more like a refugee.

We had a meal together.

"As the saying goes, this is the delicacy of the mountains and the sea. This is what the nobles eat!"

He is a refugee from other places and has never even eaten fish.

After chatting for a while, we found out that he was a refugee from the north.

At this time, there are many refugees and people who cannot afford to eat.

The food on the boat is basically fish.

Some are steamed, some are boiled, some are stir-fried, some are fried, and some are braised. Perhaps because Runtu is a distinguished guest, he made a full fish feast.
To be continued...