Weng Jianguang was fighting with Zhong Jialiang, the Navy and the Army, which was a political beast, which was turned into this, not to mention Fang Bingsheng, who was driven away by the boss as a "traitor", lost the big tree and was regarded as a thorn in his side by the Liberal Democratic military. All the upper-level connections were cut off, and middle-level friends were avoided like plague. Lower-level friends? He had to move his ancestral tombs from Longchuan when doing things, as the saying goes: "A phoenix with hair is not as good as a chicken." His career was completely destroyed. He was helpless and could only come to Shiligou without any reservations.

Now that the boss Weng Jianguang in the newspaper is over, he is over. Although it is a bit satisfying (after all, as long as Weng Jianguang is unlucky, everyone who has seen him will feel secretly happy), the hope in his heart was cut off in the end: he has been dreaming about the boss thinking about him again recently, and let him go back.

With a complicated mood, Fang Bingsheng carefully put the stolen newspaper into the inner bag of his robe's sleeve. His expression on his face gritted his teeth and vented his despair, his lips curled down his eyebrows, and he strided forward, and he turned to the roadside vendors to buy things from time to time. 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 desperate despair, for a poor man, these two things were needed most.

Carrying wine and chicken, Fang Bingsheng strode on the oil-stained dirt road in the Water and Fire Street, unable to tell whether he should laugh or cry, but no matter what, he was despair. At this moment, a scream rang out behind him: "Master! Master! Master!"

When he heard this sound, he knew that the person would be full of joy. Fang Bingsheng turned around on the street and saw a man sitting in a rickshaw calling him.

The man was a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties. In order to stop him, he was already standing on the rickshaw seat. He had a wide forehead and square face, and was wearing a gray uniform diagonally. He was wearing a short double-breasted jacket. When he waved his hand, he showed his muscular arms and shoulders. He was just wearing straw sandals and black pants, and wrapped his head in a blue turban like an Indian San, and he was definitely the costume of a coolie who refused to shave his braids.

The young man who was running for him was also smiling at Fang Bingsheng, with a wide forehead and a square face, tall and strong, wearing a white vest and old leather shoes that were swaying. The two of them had a tall and strong figure of 175 cm, and the rickshaw looked out of the crowd. The rickshaw was like plowing and plowing the soil to open the 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 of them arrived next to Fang Bingsheng. Fang Bingsheng looked up at the sweaty young man and smiled and said, "Is Li Zai filial to him today. Are you tired of pulling your father?"

The young man raised his vest to wipe his sweat, and replied with a chuckle, "I happened to meet my father after get off work from the health bureau." Ah Fu in the car had already jumped out of the car with a quick eye. He grabbed Fang Bingsheng's chicken legs and shouted, "Master, have you just got off work? Get in the car quickly and I'll take you home."

Of course, Fang Bingsheng didn't let Ah Fu take what he had in his hand and said with a smile: "How can that be done? Just two steps. You father and son will go first, I'll be there after a while. Also, don't call me master anymore, let others laugh at me."

"Oh, our Zhou family, Master Meng's great kindness will never be repaid in this life. Without Master, we will still eat dirt in the countryside! One day is the main thing! Master, hurry up!" A Fu stomped his feet and shouted, looking like he was angry.

It turned out that Zhou Hengfu was once Fang Bingsheng's rickshaw driver. He was not hired by him, but was called and killed because of the Tiehe River.

When Songyou Tel-electric Power had just built 50 kilometers in Guangzhou, the farmer Zhou Hengfu's family encountered the first wave of impact on the imported product of railways, or caused Songyou Tel-electric Power to encounter the first wave of cultural traditions, because at that time everyone knew what the railway was.

You don’t know anything at all, and it is difficult to spread rumors and resist. For example, if the court wants to practice "train", you don’t understand English and you can’t imagine foreign technology in your life. You may say that "train" is definitely a trick of a ghost, just like a camera and slideshow.

When the people saw how the railway requisitioned fertile land and how thick smoke flashed past in front of them with a scream, the time for spreading rumors and spreading rumors was ripe.

Therefore, the village in Zhou Hengfu refused to build such a thing that would have no children and grandchildren. What's more, the railway company would have to requisition a lot of fertile land at a low price when it came to the big mouth. This fertile land was distributed to us by the God Emperor when he entered Guangdong. Why are you?

Then let’s fight, Zhou Hengfu and his neighbors were naturally defeated by the group-based Song You Tie-Director.

However, at that time, although the fields turned into roadbeds and rails, Zhou Hengfu did not think of revenge with gritted teeth: First of all, the railway company was sent by the imperial court, and it could cause trouble and not rebel. When there was no way out except rebellion, there was only patience - Zhou Hengfu, who had always kept his braids, understood it very well; secondly, the railway company actually gave them royal errands: replace a group of migrant workers and work as new coolies to build roadbeds in neighboring villages.

This was the conspiracy of the court: seeing the people resisting the railway, they immediately began to differentiate: first defeat the people in A. After building the railway, they hired residents in A to build the railway in B. Facing the temptation of money, these people in A will naturally act as pioneers and thugs of the railway army and form a group with the conservative forces in B and landless farmers. After the construction of the land, they hired the "traitors" in B to wipe out the "loyalty" in C., and so on. Therefore, the poor people in the railway construction area often cannot unite and will hate the next area, but no one remembers the reason, so I am embarrassed to say it.

You got the money and shed blood for the railway. You have already sold your owners and asked for honor. You have been a traitor. Will you still hate the railway so much after you return to your hometown? It's like Wu Sangui cried for the late emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Does anyone believe it? You don't believe it yourself! This is the "Iron River Turtle War" in Zhao Kuo's mouth: to conquer a land, defend a land, assimilate a land, and then fight again. Like the military strategy, assimilate heresy and create cultural traitors as its core, but Zhao Kuo used it on the railway again.

In this way, the landless farmer Zhou Hengfu became a labor employed by Song You Tielectron. He was no different from others in digging soil and building roads and fighting in groups. Fang Bingsheng would not know such a poor farmer until one day. Fang Bingsheng, who was frowning and reading a telegram, heard someone come to report: "Boss, among the few people who died this time, there is a wife of a man on our construction site. His family has come to report the news. He is making trouble outside now."

The real opportunity to get to know Fang Bingsheng was the tragic death of his wife who stayed at home.

It turned out that Zhou Hengfu's wife and a group of neighbors went to attend a wedding banquet in the neighboring village. After that, she walked back and saw a black smoke coming from afar on the railway beside the village. A young man with a wild thought suddenly asked everyone: "This carriage, mule carriage, will avoid people. If you hush or hold the reins, stop. This iron river carriage runs between two iron bars. How to avoid people like this?"

Everyone was talking nonsense. Maybe the young man was drunk or wanted to twist it and couldn't get out. He shouted: "I'll try it and see how the iron cart avoids people!"

After saying that, he actually ran over to the train that was racing between the railway tracks. He also stretched his arms and waved up and down.

The outcome can be imagined. Even the French ghost driver who was so scared by this scene that he had urinated immediately. The young man undoubtedly flew out immediately, and then he rushed up dozens of meters and shouted "Save people", "Xiao Huang", "Second nephew", "Stop! Hit people!" The four relatives who wanted to force the vehicle to stop the accident were hit by the locomotive.

One of them flew six meters to a tree and survived miraculously. The others died. This was the "iron river car crashed and killed people" that was famous all over the country.

At that time, there were various ways of death in China: drowning, dying from illness, burning, falling, dying from a knife, etc., but there was no word "kill": being killed by a cow is called being killed by a head, being killed by a horse, that is being knocked down and trampled to death; if you really encounter a two-wheeled carriage in China, that is also being trampled to death by a horse or being crushed to death by a wheel; maybe you can only stand at the gate of the city when siege, and you don't have eyes and be beaten by a giant tree used to hit the door and die, so this strange way of death only appears with the railway - hitting to death.

From then on, the slogan "Don't stand between the railway tracks, the iron river cart can kill people", which was absolutely necessary at that time.

And the unlucky guy Zhou Hengfu’s wife is leading the trend of Westernization in the times.

That day, because the construction speed of Songyou Tel-electric was very slow, and they were repaired one after another. Zhou Hengfu's hometown was not far from the construction site where he worked, and he could arrive on the next day. This matter was not a big deal for Song You Tel-electric, and it was just an internal notice from the company. As a result, Zhou Hengfu received the news the same time as Fang Bingsheng, who used the telegram, but he didn't expect that there was a miser among his workers.

He could already hear Zhou Hengfu's howling kneeling outside, and Fang Bingsheng walked out with a dark face. Although he had not been as slashed and killed as in Longchuan at that time, the gangsters were as cruel as they were. Before he came out, he had already talked to the bodyguard and thug around him who was eager to try: "If this person wants to make trouble, he will beat him half to death and lock him up in the county yamen twenty miles away. Don't affect the progress of the project here. Go to the government to speak reasonably, I'm unreasonable here."

Because it was in the wilderness, the construction party's temporary headquarters was a mountain temple. As soon as he left the gate, Fang Bingsheng was shook by the dazzling sun in midsummer. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and saw that he was walking too far forward. He took another step forward and kicked the person kneeling on the ground:

It was a strong coolie with his upper body, kneeling in front of his legs, and when he went to see him, he looked down at his back: the muscles on his back were scars left by hard work, and there was a layer of soil, which was a bit like the black Qin warriors dug out of the soil rinsed with water and then dried them; the pants were rotten to the thighs, like a rag around his waist, and one of the straw sandals was thrown down, and the toes of the bare feet were tightly squeezing the soil; there was also a braid, and it was full and sucked in the soil, and it turned into a straw rope;

The braid was twitching now, because the strong man was crying, he knelt there, hugging two yellow-faced boys in his arms, two boys standing in his father's arms, staring at the tearful eyes of fear and turning around. Their slim brains were like a huge teapot that could be broken from their weak neck at any time; the malnourished face was covered with tears and mud, and it would crack when knocked; it was dressed like a beggar, not to mention shoes, the seven or eight-year-old was wearing shorts, while the child a few years younger was simply naked and had no strips of cloth.

"Sir, I am from his village. Do you know the mother of two children..." A farmer standing next to the father and son hugged his head and cried bitterly and saw Fang Bingsheng coming out, and wanted to speak tremblingly, but Fang Bingsheng took a step back, waved his hand, glared at him, and the other party put down his hand and retreated timidly. As long as the residents of the local people who had conflicts with the railway company, who would not be afraid of this cruel and ruthless Mr. Fang.

Now that Zhou Hengfu heard Fang Bingsheng come out, he had no intention of standing up, but just lifted his face full of tears from his son's chest. Kneeling and raising his head, he saw Fang Bingsheng in front of him, who was like a mountain. His arms were around his son's weak neck and wiped his eyes covered with mud and tears. Then he opened his lips and stuttered, "Mr. Fang..."

"Shut up!" Before he could finish his words, Fang Bingsheng pointed his finger at the tip of Zhou Hengfu's nose and shouted loudly: "You want to die, do you want to rebel, do you want to rebel? Do you know how much a train imported from France costs? How much does it cost to stop our train for six hours? Do you know how delicate the locomotive is? Does it understand that it is Western technology that eats coal? How dare you hit the train?! If you hit the locomotive, you will not be able to compensate for it for eight hundred lives!!! Are you going to rebel?!! You are still fucking good enough to come to me? I'm tied up you to report to the official or not? Do you believe it?"

Has anyone tried to break the steel train with his flesh and blood? But this is what Fang Bingsheng said, and it sounds so scary.

When he met a troublemaker, Fang Bingsheng was always like this, which he called a momentum and a preemptive move.

Sure enough, after saying this, Zhou Hengfu was silly. He knelt there and was at a loss, with fear in his eyes.

Frightened Zhou Hengfu, Fang Bingsheng snorted coldly 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 start to negotiate terms.
Chapter completed!