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    559 This damn cannon!

    Shanghai.  \\9vk¡¡.  com¡¡First release\\Huaian Road, No. 138 Mansion.

    Under the huge plaque "Resisting the Qing Dynasty and Restoring the Ming Dynasty", Ma Quan touched his chin and looked at the young people in the hall.  The young man had a relatively clean face that stood out, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.  But his clothes were in tatters, and he could smell his bad smell even from a distance.

    "You are an interesting person." Ma Quan finally spoke: "You came all the way from Anhui to Shanghai to give me the things in person If you really want to join the Tiandihui, there will be a tang in Yangzhou City. It's obvious.  You will know the brand if you ask about it. If you seek something far away from the near, you either have some ulterior motive or you have ulterior motives. Who do you think you are?"

    The young man said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Hangzhu Sun from Yangzhou I can't trust him. Because he is from Anhui."

    In recent years, a large number of refugees have flowed from north to south, and many refugees from Anhui have arrived in the south of the Yangtze River.  One is that the woods are big and there are all kinds of birds, and the other is that they hug together.  Therefore, whenever regional conflicts occur, local people always suffer.  So people in the Jiangnan area don't have a good impression of Anhui people.

    "Ohthen where are you from?" Ma Quan asked casually.

    "Hello, Hall Master, I am from Anhui."

    Ma Quan widened his eyes, blinked, and laughed: "Interesting. You are from Anhui, but you can't trust Anhui people."

    "You know the basics." The young man smiled.

    Ma Quan touched his chin and continued thinking.  He learned this from the boss Yan Nantian.  Yan Nantian once attended some Australian management school and learned how to manage people from the Australians.  Ma Quan is sometimes surprised. These Australians don't have emperors, so why are they studying the art of emperors?  Later, when I thought about it, it was the same. On the surface, the Australians had no emperor, but in fact it was just that the emperor changed from one to several, dozens, and they took off their iconic clothes.  \\9vk¡¡.  com first release\\

    In this battle of patience, the young man finally lost.  After a long while, the young man couldn't help but ask: "Hall Master, do you want this news or not?"

    "Don't worry, let's talk first." Ma Quan grinned widely and said, "You said you came all the way begging for food? It's not a close road, especially to the north, where ten rooms and nine rooms are empty. Even if you beg for food, someone has to give it to you.  ? The household registration in the Manchu and Qing Dynasties is not as good as that in the Ming Dynasty. If there is no road guide, you will be beheaded. I see that not only are you not sallow and thin, but you have a red face. The food is good"

    "I know how to hunt." The young man defended.  It is said that he is good at making small traps to catch wild animals.

    Then Ma Quan asked the young man something else, until he had nothing more to ask.  Ma Quan suddenly realized that he was destined to be the leader of the hall, and he would not be able to confuse others with his boss Yan Nantian's words.  If he did this, before others could do anything, he would faint first.

    So he decided to bring the topic to the beginning.

    "How much does that thing of yours cost?"

    The young man thought for a moment and drew a number.

    "Twenty taels? Well let's see if it's worth it."

    The young man took a breath of air-conditioning and said in surprise: "Twenty taels? I worked hard to steal it! If Heaven and Earth will not bring it down, I will sell it directly to Jin Yiwei." In anger, the young man ran away.

    "Wait a minute" Ma Quan stopped the young man: "Two hundred taels is too much. How do I know if you asked someone to make that thing?"

    The young man chuckled: "I want the hall master to know. I came across that thing when I happened to encounter two unlucky Qing soldiers in the wild. The Ming Dynasty only has this one. There is no shortage of anything So, two thousand  Two, don¡¯t even think about anything less.¡±

    "You're crazy!" Ma Quan was speechless.  Two thousand taels was a huge sum for him, let alone a beggar.

    "It seems that the hall master can't afford it anymore. Goodbye!" The young man is not pretending this time, but is really leaving.

    Ma Quan winked, and four strong men in the hall came together and surrounded the young man.

    The young man stopped and said, "What? If you can't afford it, will you rob it?" Before Ma Quan could reply, the young man suddenly pulled out a stick from his arms and waved it like a maniac, beating the four unprepared strong men into running away.  The sound of fighting in the hall alarmed the outside, and a dozen strong men from the Tiandihui rushed in after hearing the sound.

    The young man seemed to be fighting indiscriminately, but it made these gang members unable to get in.  After a while, screams broke out in the hall.  Either they were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, or their arms and legs were broken.

    "Trash, trash!" Ma Quan was disappointed: "As a member of a patriotic society, you must strengthen your body. Look at each of these, they are as weak as chickens."

    A close confidant said aggrievedly: "Master"??This guy knows martial arts.  "

    The knowledgeable person said: "It's the Shaolin Temple's crazy magic stick technique."

    "Are you sure it's Shaolin Kung Fu?" When the knowledgeable person nodded, Ma Quan said with a sullen face: "He is an Anhui man. When the Qing soldiers came, he didn't just run away honestly. Instead, he wanted to make a fortune He also knows Shaolin Kung Fu. This guy can't  It's simple." He slammed the table hard and pulled out the revolver from his arms, "What about the Shaolin Temple? Those monks were all taken over by the Tatars last year." As he spoke, he fired a shot at the ceiling.

    There was a bang, and then the hall became quiet.  The young man looked slightly nervously at Ma Quan, who was still raising his gun, bearing the dust falling from the ceiling.

    ¡°No one can get the thing you killed me with,¡± the young man said with a grimace.

    Ma Quan waved his hand and asked his men to withdraw.  Playing with the revolver, he said: "How old are you who talk with your fists the most? You have to use your brain Two thousand taels is too much, one thousand taels at most. If it works, it will be fine. If it doesn't, you will be defeated. And don't expect me to give you anything."  Even if I give you the silver cake, I can¡¯t take it away. Do you want to accept the food stamps?¡± As he said this, he slapped a dozen food stamps on the table.

    The young man gritted his teeth and said: "Take it!"

    "Okay, this is yours, take it. Where are the things?"

    The young man rolled his eyes, thought for a long time, and finally said a place.  Ma Quan was surprised and asked his men to get it. After a while, his men ran in holding an object held in a long strip of cloth.

    "You're really good at it. You actually got the thing under my nose." As he said that, Ma Quan opened the package and revealed a black object, which looked like a gun.  It's just that the caliber of this gun is too large. It doesn't look much smaller than the Australian mortar.

    There were also a few projectiles, a length of match rope, and a bamboo tube of gunpowder in the package.  Someone who claimed to have played with muskets in the army came over and looked at it for a long time, and then tried to load it.  After struggling for a long time, the filling was finally completed.

    Seeing Ma Quan¡¯s eagerness to try, the young man¡¯s face changed: ¡°Don¡¯t blame me for not reminding you, this thing has great stamina!¡±

    Ma Quan bared his teeth and smiled: "How powerful? Boy, Mr. Ma, I have even shot Australian sniper rifles, and I am still afraid of burning fire sticks? What a joke!" He said, nodding to the left and right: "Light it!"

    The henchman came closer with a lighter and lit the match.  The firecracker was too heavy, so Ma Quan could only place it on the table.  Aim at the wall in the courtyard and pull the trigger.

    Boom!

    After the explosion, Ma Quan flew backwards one meter and fell on his back.  Everyone in the hall, except for the young man who had been covering his ears, was temporarily deafened.  Looking at the courtyard wall again, the brick and concrete wall structure has a hole punched out of it.

    "Damn, this is a cannon!" Ma Quan sat up and howled, rubbing his shoulders.

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