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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face 279 Coachman Afu (Part 1)

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    Weng Jianguang's struggle with the political beasts like Zhong Jialiang, the Navy, and the Army was turned into this, not to mention Fang Bingsheng, who was driven away by the boss as a "traitor". He lost his big tree and was even regarded as a thorn in the side of the Liberal Democratic Party and the military.  , all upper-class connections are cut off, middle-class friends avoid them like the plague, lower-class friends?  He had to move all his ancestral graves from Longchuan. As the saying goes: "A phoenix with feathers is worse than a chicken." With his career completely ruined and helpless, he could only come to Shili Gou penniless.

    Now I read in the newspaper that the boss Weng Jianguang is also finished. Although it is a bit satisfying (after all, as long as Weng Jianguang is unlucky, everyone who has seen him will be secretly happy), but in the end, the hope in his heart has been cut off: in his dreams recently, he has been thinking about his boss and thinking about him.  OK, let him go back.

    With complicated emotions, Fang Bingsheng carefully put the stolen newspaper into the inner pocket of his robe sleeve. The expression on his face varied from gritting teeth to venting, to curling his lips and lowering his eyebrows in despair. He strode forward, turning to the side of the road from time to time.  The vendor was buying something, and after a while, he had a bottle of wine and a big rooster in his hand, because whether it was the pride of revenge or the despair of being cornered, for a poor man, these two things are what he needs most.

    Carrying wine and chicken, Fang Bingsheng strode on the oil-stained dirt road of Shuihuo Street. He couldn't tell whether he should laugh or cry, but either way, he felt desperate. At this moment, a loud shout came from behind him: "Master  ! Master! Master!"

    As soon as he heard this voice, he knew that the face of the person shouting must be full of joy. Fang Bingsheng turned around on the street and saw a man sitting on a rickshaw calling him.

    That person was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. In order to stop himself.  He had already stood up on the rickshaw seat. He had a broad forehead and a square face. He wore a gray uniform draped sideways, but underneath it was a double-breasted jacket. When he waved, his muscular arms and shoulders were exposed. He only wore straw sandals and black trousers.  His head was wrapped in a blue turban like an Indian Asan. It must be the attire of a coolie who refused to shave off his braids.

    The young man who was pulling the cart for him was also smiling at Fang Bingsheng. He was tall and strong with the same broad forehead and square face. He was wearing a white vest and wearing embroidered old leather shoes.  Pull the car like the wind.  The two men stood out from the crowd with their 175cm tall and strong bodies. The rickshaw plowed through the soil like a plow, opening a gap in the Red Sea towards Fang Bingsheng.

    "Ha, Ah Fu!" Fang Bingsheng saw who it was and smiled.

    In the blink of an eye, the two people arrived next to Fang Bingsheng.  Fang Bingsheng looked up at the sweaty young man.  He smiled and said, "Li Zai was very filial today. Are you tired of dragging your father along?"

    The young man lifted up the lower end of his vest to wipe his sweat, and replied with a smile: "I happened to bump into my dad when I got off work from the Health Bureau." Ah Fu, who was in the car, had already jumped out of the car.  With sharp eyes and quick hands, he grabbed Fang Bingsheng's drumstick and shouted: "Master, you just got off work? Get in the car quickly and I will take you home."

    Fang Bingsheng, of course, refused to let Ah Fu take the things in his hands, and said with a smile: "How can that be done? It's just a two-step walk. You and your son will go first, and I'll be there after a short walk. Also, don't call me "Master" anymore, or make other people laugh."

    "Oh, our Zhou family will never be able to repay Master's great kindness in this life. Without you, Master, we would still be eating dirt in the countryside! Once you are a master, you will always be a master! Master, hurry up!" Ah Fu shouted with his feet stamped.  Said, looking actually angry.

    It turns out that Zhou Hengfu used to be Fang Bingsheng's rickshaw driver. He was not hired by him, but was called and killed because of Tiehe.

    At that time, Song You Iron and Electric had only built 50 kilometers out of Guangzhou, and the farmer Zhou Hengfu's family encountered the first wave of the imported railway, or Song You Iron and Electric encountered the first wave of counterattack from cultural traditions, because at that time everyone knew  What the hell is a railway?

    If you don't know something at all, it's harder to spread rumors and resist. For example, if the imperial court wants to build a "train", but you don't understand English and can't imagine foreign technology in your life, you may say that "train" must be some kind of ghost.  Tricks, like cameras and slides.

    When the common people saw how the railway expropriated fertile land and how the billowing smoke and screaming passed in front of them, the time was ripe for spreading rumors.

    So the people in Zhou Hengfu¡¯s village refused to build something like this that would annihilate their descendants. What¡¯s more, the railway company came and expropriated a lot of fertile land at a cheap price. This fertile land was given to us by the Emperor of China when he entered Guangdong. Why do you have it?

    Then there was a fight, and Zhou Hengfu and his neighbors were naturally defeated by the collectivized Song You Tiedian.

    But at that time, although the fields had been turned into roadbeds and railway tracks, Zhou Hengfu did not think about gnashing his teeth in revenge: First of all, the railway company was sent by the imperial court. It could cause trouble but not rebellion. When things had no other way out but rebellion, the only option was to endure.  ¡ª¡ªZhou Hengfu, who has always kept his braids, understands very well; secondly, the railway company actually gave them a royal errand: to replace a group of migrant workers and go to neighboring villages as new coolies.The same rag is wrapped around the waist, one straw sandal is missing, and the toes of the bare foot are digging into the soil; there is still a braid, which has absorbed the soil and turned into a straw rope.  ;

    Now the braid is twitching because the strong man is crying. He is kneeling there with two sallow-looking boys in his arms. The two boys stand in their father's arms, staring around with fearful tears and looking around. They are naked.  Compared with the thin neck, Guang's brain shell is like a huge teapot, which may be broken from the thin neck at any time; the malnourished face is covered with tears and dirt formed by the cracks, which will break if knocked.  Open; dressed like beggars, not to mention shoes, the seven or eight-year-old was just wearing shorts, while the kid who was a few years younger was completely naked without even a trace of cloth.

    "Sir, I am from his village. You know the mother of two children" A farmer standing next to the father and son who were crying and hugging each other saw Fang Bingsheng coming out. He wanted to speak tremblingly, but Fang Bingsheng took a step back.  , with a wave of his hand and a glare, the other party put down his hand and retreated timidly. As long as local residents have had conflicts with the railway company, who would not be afraid of this ruthless Mr. Fang and Master Fang.

    Now when Zhou Hengfu heard Fang Bingsheng come out, he had no intention of standing up. He just lifted his tear-filled face from his son's chest. What he saw when he was kneeling and looking up was Fang Bingsheng who was like a mountain in front of him. His arms were wrapped around his son.  He wiped his thin neck on his eyes that were covered with mud and tears, then opened his lips and whispered: "Mr. Fang"

    "Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, Fang Bingsheng condescendingly pointed his finger at the tip of Zhou Hengfu's nose and shouted loudly: "You want to die, right? You want to rebel, right? Do you know how much a train imported from France costs?"  Do you know how much it costs to stop our trains for six hours? Do you know how sophisticated the locomotive is? Do you understand that it is coal-eating Western technology? How dare you ram the train?! If you damage the locomotive, you will have to pay for it for the rest of your life.  I'm sorry!!! Are you going to rebel?! You still have the fucking nerve to come to me? I'll tie you up now and report to the official, do you believe there is someone rebelling?"

    ??Has anyone used his own flesh and blood to try to crash a steel train?  But what Fang Bingsheng said is the truth, and it sounds so scary that it makes sense.

    Fang Bingsheng always behaves like this when encountering unruly people. He calls this momentum and preemptive strike.

    Sure enough, Zhou Hengfu was frightened by his words. He was kneeling there at a loss, with fear in his eyes.

    After frightening Zhou Hengfu, Fang Bingsheng snorted and waved his hand. The thugs dragged Zhou Hengfu into the mountain temple and separated him from his fellow villagers, children and other workers. Only then did they begin to negotiate terms.

    "Your name is Zhou Hengfu, right? You are from the countryside. As a kind-hearted person like me, I actually don't want to bring the matter to the court. Let alone rebel, behead your head and confiscate your home. The government there will sentence you for destroying government property. Why don't you still  You have to compensate us. I think it's quite pitiful for you to have a family. Your mother-in-law is a country girl who has never seen the world, so forget it" In the room, Zhou Hengfu didn't seem to be excited.  As soon as he entered the room, he knelt down to Fang Bingsheng. He didn't mean to cause trouble. Fang Bingsheng asked the thugs to get out of the way, and he began to negotiate terms with the coolie with a smile. After all, you still have to pay some compensation for killing someone. It depends on the amount of compensation.  Well, this is the responsibility of Fang Bingsheng and his group of company masters.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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