My head hurts so much! What's going on? Haven't I been killed by the blow? Huh? What's the smell of the earth? How is it possible! In the modern city of San Francisco, how can there be such a strong earthy smell of agarwood? And this smell is still so intoxicating and refreshing.

"Gou Biao, listen, Yingyang is all here, two thousand yuan, you should release my son soon, don't be rude anymore!"

"Hehe, is it two thousand yuan? I suddenly feel that the price is low, no. Two thousand yuan is absolutely not enough. Add three thousand yuan to get five thousand Yingyang to redeem your son!"

"Gou Biao!" a voice roared old, "Don't go too far, there are also rumors that the bandits in Chaohu are not as good as you do this!"

Watson opened his eyes and saw a man in his forties squatting in front of him, holding a... Huh? Mauser 96 pistol? Antique! Real and fake?

Watson was a little confused. He looked behind the Han and was stunned again. This... Antique Gun Expo! Two Mauser 1898 rifles, three 88 Mauser rifles, and five domestic Kuaili rifles. In addition, there are seven or eight old-fashioned rifles that cannot be recognized, among which there are ancient existences with front-mounted rifles.

Looking to the right side, the guns are even more complicated. In addition to rifles such as Mauser Kuli, there are also classic famous guns such as Manlysha and Browning 1903. Judging from the number of people, the two sides are comparable.

It seems that I have been kidnapped! Watson, who came to his senses, quickly understood his situation and did not have time to delve into the antique gun problem. He quickly observed the surrounding terrain and thought about ways to escape.

"Listen, old guy!" The big man kicked hard, and Watson almost shouted in pain. Then a cold gun hit his forehead.

"I will only have an hour for you. If you don't bring you three thousand eagles, don't blame me for piercing your son's head. Oh..." The man waved his hands and shouted. However, before he could finish his words, his wrists numb, and the gun in his hand couldn't help but let go. Then he heard a bang, and the man's last look in surprise as Watson took his gun and rolled into the ditch beside him.

Impossible, who fired the gun? Why did the kid go out of my gun?

However, no one could tell him that with the sound of the gunshot, the two sides shot at each other randomly. After Watson seized Mauser's 96, he turned over and rolled into a ditch more than four meters away. But his body seemed extremely inconsistent, which made his movements extremely stagnant, and his speed was more than several times slower.

Holding the gunshot wound on his left arm, Watson took a breath, turned around and raised the gun and fired.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

One shot, and the bullets were shot without any flaws. Although something seemed wrong with the body, at such a close distance, the opponent was standing again without any cover. If he couldn't hit, wouldn't he be worthy of so many years of shooting training?

The bandits lost their heads in the blink of an eye and were killed by Watson three times in seconds. They were immediately frightened and fled around. Watson was about to chase after him, but the gun only had three bullets. And the situation is strange now, so he immediately turned around and stared at the other team vigilantly.

"Master, what's wrong with you, Master?" I saw a sudden riot in the team, and someone started crying loudly.

A young old man in his forties and fifties, wearing a goatee and a jacket ran over crying and shouting, "Young Master, you are okay, are you okay? Come out quickly, Master... He is gunshot wounded!"

Young Master? Is it me? Is it? I remembered the kidnapping of the hostages just now, Watson was stunned for a moment. Why did I become Young Master? And... And where is this? What era?

They followed the team home in a daze. The master they called, his father (bē), seemed to be injured and remained unconscious. When they walked into a classical Hui-style mansion, they saw that the master was injured, and everyone in the yard was busy crying.

When he entered the courtyard, Watson suddenly went straight to the well, picked up a bucket of water, stared at the bucket in a daze, then touched his face and pinched his nose. Finally, he took off his clothes and looked left and right, as if he was crazy.

Could it be...I... traveled through time?

The Hua family's master was eventually killed because of his serious injury. After sending away his body's father in a daze, Watson retracted into the house and looked through a thick stack of old newspapers.

Time travel is indeed time travel! Even though Huasheng's will is as solid as a rock, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. However, out of habit, with the help of newspaper information and Butler Liu's nagging, he quickly understood the simple background of this time and space.

It is June 1909, the first year of the Xuantong reign of the Qing Dynasty, and the end of the Qing Dynasty, this is Jiutian Village near Sanhe Town, Luzhou Prefecture, Anhui Province. The family that traveled through time was also named Hua, and it is a big landlord with hundreds of acres of fertile land.

The Hua family was originally just a rich peasant. Because they had some kinship with Li Hongzhang, the prime minister in the late Qing Dynasty, the head of the Hua family, Hua Fuyuan, joined the Hua army to fight for more than ten years and accumulated a lot of property. After the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, he was disheartened with the country. Hua Fuyuan returned to his hometown to buy land and set up factories, thus retaining the large-scale property today.

His current body is named Hua Fei, and his courtesy name is Zishou. He is the only precious son of Hua Fuyuan, the head of the Hua family. He was sent to Shanghai Nanyang Public School three years ago. When he went home on holiday, he never thought that he was hijacked by boat bandits on Chaohu Lake and asked for redemption.

1909, the prelude to the changing times! I never thought that I not only fulfilled my dream of returning to my motherland, but also returned to such a deeply miserable era. It was during this period that Watson's ancestors traveled across the ocean, endured thousands of hardships, and took root overseas. During the Chinese workers' survival in the past, they had so much hardship and blood and tears. Watson, a descendant of Chinese workers, had an indelible mark on this.

I must do something, whether it is for the miserable motherland in my heart, or for the thousands of Chinese workers' ancestors no longer leaving their hometowns, and shed countless blood and tears that are not known to outsiders.

So soon, the people of the entire Hua family saw the young master who was "depressed" due to the death of the master, getting up at dawn, running to the town with no chance, and then running back until he was sweating and exhausted. Then he lay on the ground and supported himself up and down with his hands, and finally jumped around strangely like a frog.

What interested more than 100 servants the most was the master's shooting. I really don't know who he learned this from in school. He picked up a rifle, and at such a distance, the gun hit a tiles the size of a palm.

This is simply a sharpshooter, a hundred steps to pass through Yang! Since Hua Fuyuan had been in the Huai Army for many years, there were some traces of militarization in the training of his servants. But even so, no one of them had the shooting skills that could be compared with the young master.

He is worthy of being the master's son. He was a powerful general in the Huai Army back then. This young master has not lost his former prestige! After three days of separation, he looked at him with admiration. Many old people in Huafu were very pleased to see that Hua Fei no longer had the lazy and cowardice of the past.

"Young Master, the profits and accounts of the silk reeling factory and flour mill in the town have been sent last month. Please review it." Butler Liu hurriedly ran over to Hua Fei (Sheng) who was jumping in frogs.

Hua Fei stood up and wiped his sweat. He took the account and looked at it casually, but was startled by the profit figures on it.

"More than 1,400 Eagle Yuan?" Although there is no clear concept of the specific value of Eagle Yang, it can be seen from the robber's opening words that the profit of this Eagle Yuan is by no means a decimal.

These days, Hua Fei has been thinking about how to participate in the torrent of history. With his own strength, how many storms can be caused in this troubled war?

Although he has been growing up overseas, he still remembers the main nodes of the motherland's history very clearly. The 1911 Revolution of 1911 naturally became a historical point that he had to catch up with.

By then, the greater the energy he has, the greater the impact on history.

The identity of the only heir of the Hua family will undoubtedly bring a lot of help to his plan. Especially the team of servants left by Hua Fuyuan to him has obviously undergone certain military training. Although this quality still cannot meet Hua Fei's recognition standards. But so far, he still does not know how much disposable cash the Hua family has for him to call.

"Butler Liu, how much savings do I have in my family? That is, how much Yingyuan is there?"

Liu Chuanhai's eyes hopped, and he looked at the young master who became very strange after returning from studying, and said carefully, "Young master, this villain is unknown. The money and land deeds left by the master are locked in the underground warehouse and are strictly guarded. Before the master passed away, didn't he hand over the key to you!"

Hua Fei then remembered that the cheap dad had indeed given him a bunch of keys before his death.
Chapter completed!