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  Chapter 57 056 [Club Organization]

  Zhao Han was wearing Cheng Ziyi and a kerchief on his head. He looked like a poor scholar, and he seemed to be the son of some family.

   Dress ordinary, but have temperament!

  For a while, the leaders of the Iron Feet Society couldn't figure out who Zhao Han was from.

  The man who had called to serve the food couldn't help standing up and clasping his fists, and replied: "The red oil chicken is delicious, and the young man is the young master of the Fei family?"

   "My lord, Zhao Han," Zhao Han said with a smile, cupping his hands, "I see that you are bold and bold, and you must be reputable heroes, so I am here to appreciate your demeanor."

   Surname Zhao?

   But this is Fei's restaurant.

   But it doesn't matter anymore, Zhao Han speaks very nicely.

The man was so flattered by the flattery that he laughed loudly and said, "My name is Sun Xianzong, and I'm usually called Sun Erlang. Please sit down, my little brother. This is my third brother Sun Zhenzong, and he can be called Sun Sanlang. This is Fei Huan, The descendants of the offshoot of the Fei family don't know how many generations have passed away, so they can only work as coolies as porters. This is Zhang Tieniu, nicknamed Little Li Kui. This is Li Dazhu..."

  After the other party's introduction, Zhao Han shouted at the counter: "One more jug of wine, and this table of food, all will be credited to my account!"

  Sun Xianzong quickly said: "How can this be, we have a lot of people, so it's time for us to treat guests."

   "Yes, yes, it's time for us to treat you."

  Everyone declined one after another, guessing Zhao Han's identity and his reason for coming.

"Snapped!"

  Zhao Han slapped the table violently, feigning anger and said, "I thought you guys were good guys, and you fought over the money for a meal, and you're squirming like a bitch!"

   Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Zhao Han's gourd.

  The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

  Sun Xianzong smoothed things over and said: "You taught me a joke, so I won't argue about today's meal, and I will invite you to drink some other day."

   "That's right," Zhao Han picked up the jug on the table, shook it and found that there was still wine, and poured it for himself, "Come on, it's a hero, let's have a drink first and then talk."

   "Okay, it's done!" Everyone toasted and drank.

   After drinking a glass of wine, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.

  Sun Xianzong took the initiative to serve Zhao Hanman a cup, and asked: "Young Master, you seem to be a scholar?"

  Zhao Han waved his hand and said, "I only passed the Tongsheng test, so I'm not considered a scholar."

"You should be a scholar if you are a child, and you can't be considered a scholar," Zhang Tieniu quickly raised his glass and said, "I, Tieniu, am a rough man. Today is my lucky day, and I can have dinner at the same table with my husband. Come, let me respect you." Let's have a cup!"

   "It's easy to say." Zhao Han did not refuse anyone who came.

  Sun Xianzong continued to inquire: "The shopkeeper of Dingsheng Building has changed. Is Xiao Xianggong a relative of the shopkeeper?"

  Zhao Han said with a smile: "I am the second shopkeeper of Dingsheng Building."

  What the hell?

  This identity is beyond everyone's expectations.

  Li Dazhu hesitated and said, "Young Mr. Xiang doesn't seem to be old."

   "I will be fifteen years old next year," Zhao Han said with a smile, "Come, come, eat meat and drink!"

  Only fourteen years old?

  Tong Sheng, fourteen years old, the second shopkeeper of Fei's Restaurant, what is this all about?

   The more unpredictable they are, the more respectful these people are to Zhao Han.

  Sun Xianzong still wanted to continue to inquire, but Zhao Han did not reveal more information, but instead turned to cover their words.

  Zhao Han said: "When I was studying scriptures at Hanzhu Academy, I already admired the name of the Iron Foot Society. Do you have to pay for membership in this club? How about I join one too?"

   "Little Xianggong was joking," Sun Xianzong quickly refused, "Iron Feet Society are all porters and coolies. They are born hard haha. Xiaoxianggong is a child, and he will be the number one in the future. The Wenqu stars in the sky come down to earth, how can they mix with us."

  Zhao Han clinked another glass with everyone, patted the table and said, "Which rule stipulates that coolies should be low? Without your hard work, Hekou Town will have a lot of traffic, let the nobles carry it on board by themselves?"

   "The nobles can't afford to move, and they are afraid that they will fall into the river with their goods." Zhang Tieniu laughed, as if thinking of the embarrassment of the rich when moving goods.

   "That's right," Zhao Han said with a smile, "This Hekou is rich and rich, and it was all carried out by Lifu with sacks. Let me see, you Lifu are the nobles of Hekou Town!"

   "I don't dare to be that."

   Several people refused again and again, but they were very happy in their hearts, and Zhao Han became more and more pleasing to the eye.

  Sun Xianzong finally couldn't help it, and asked directly: "Young Master, you invite us to dinner and drink, but what do you want?"

   "Come on, Second Brother Sun, let's go one more time."

Zhao Han clinked glasses with Sun Xianzong, and only took a sip and said, "I like to make friends. When I make friends, I don't look at the rich or the poor, but whether they are righteous or not. A good man who is righteous and righteous, after drinking a glass of wine, is me. friends. Tell me, would you like to be my friend?"

   "Yes, I am willing." Several people answered happily.

  Zhao Han said again: "These many scholars are full of benevolence and morality, but they are men who steal women and prostitutes in their hearts. I despise them anyway. You heroes are different. What you say and do, every spit is a nail. Is this the truth?"

"well said!"

   Fei Huan slapped the table and praised, this Fei's collateral lineage, probably has been tricked by scholars.

  Zhao Han continued to babble, and after finishing his meal, he got the following information:

  First, the Iron Foot Association in Hekou Town has more than 2,000 members.

  Second, members of the Iron Foot Association must pay monthly dues. If they are bullied, they can get help from the club, and they can also help them escape government corvee.

  Third, the big and small leaders of the Iron Foot Association are already half-timed.

  Summary in one sentence: Early triad organizations!

  From the middle of the Ming Dynasty, various clubs blossomed everywhere.

  Donglin Party belonged to the literati society in the early days, and later evolved into a political faction.

  Commercial guilds also emerged during the Zhengde and Jiajing years, accompanied by **** bureaus in various places.

   For the common people at the bottom, the organization of "Yizhuhui" appeared.

  According to the differences in regions and forms, there are many types of charity associations, such as unions, gatherings, doing associations, inviting associations, credit associations, charity associations, charity societies, food societies, sacrificial societies, and so on.

  In its essence, it is nothing more than poor people huddling together for warmth to survive.

  Unfortunately, this kind of social organization cannot escape the rut of deterioration and corruption.

  The Iron Foot Society in front of us has already started collecting protection fees from small vendors. They were very proud when they talked about it, thinking that they had kept countless street vendors safe, and they didn't care whether others were willing to pay or not.

  Zhao Han stood up staggeringly, cupped his fists and said, "Brothers, my younger brother is too strong to drink, let's... let's drink some other day!"

   "Okay... easy to talk!" Sun Xianzong helped the table to stand up, hooking shoulders with Zhao Han.

Zhang Tieniu was also dizzy from drinking, took Zhao Han's hand and said, "Little Master, listening to your words makes me feel comfortable. Let's have another drink tomorrow. If you want to move things in the future, send someone to talk about it. Tieniu, I promise to give it to you." Work hard!"

   "Why do you say so many, they are all my brothers." Zhao Han patted him on the shoulder.

  Sun Zhenzong smiled and said: "Yes, yes, they are all brothers."

   After another round of nonsense, they finally sent these people away.

  Zhao Han returned to the counter, regained consciousness in an instant, and the clerk asked, "In this Hekou Town, besides the Iron Foot Club, which club is the most powerful?"

"Of course it's the boat club," the store clerk replied, "the boat club is full of boatmen, and their boss is called the rudder master, also known as the rudder master. The iron feet will be on land, and the boat will be in the river. river water."

  Zhao Han asked again: "Is there a peasant association?"

The store clerk said with a smile: "There are also farmers' associations. Generally, they don't last long, and they are not very big. At most, they form groups to help each other. More than ten years ago, there was a 'Cangshe', which gathered more than a thousand tenants to join the association, and taught children to sing. What's called "cracking clothes for flags, selling hoes to make knives", what is called "shoveling masters and slaves, and pacifying the world's rich and poor", and the owner of the society called himself "shoveling king". They took their slaves and wiped them out."

  Fuck me, the nickname "Shoveling King" is okay, it's much louder than the name of the rebels in Shaanxi.

   It seems that this "Shoveling King" has read books, and even the slogans of rebellion are well-mannered.

   Regardless of Jiangxi’s location in the south, it can be called the first province of Ming Dynasty in terms of the number of uprisings alone.

  Especially in the southern Jiangxi region, rebellion is commonplace, and if the uprising fails, they will enter the mountains and become bandits. For this reason, Jiangxi not only has the Jiangxi General Army, but also has another Southern Jiangxi General Army, which is specially used to suppress uprisings and quell bandits. Can't stop them from rebelling.

  Two years ago, Fujian peasants revolted, fled to Jiangxi, joined forces with Ruijin rebels, and have not been wiped out until now.

  The well-known "Chishui Six Talents", on the way home from the provincial examination, was killed by Ruijin rebels four.

  The magistrate of Ruijin no longer dares to leave the city.

  The situation of the rebellion in southern Jiangxi can be described as good, and Zhao Han couldn't help but want to participate.

  Zhao Han continued to chat with the store clerk about the rebellion... Ah bah, continue to chat about clubs and organizations, when Fei Ruhe and Fei Chun, master and servant, suddenly came.

   "I've contacted the bookstore," Fei Ruhe picked up the teapot and poured it vigorously, "As long as we give money, they are willing to print. But we have to sell the printed things ourselves, and the bookstore thinks we are not well-known."

  Publish books at their own expense and be responsible for their own profits and losses.

  Fei Chun couldn't help but said: "Brother, can the ten-day periodical be sold? Let me read it. It's better to print the novel directly. "Legend of the Condor Heroes" will definitely sell well."

Zhao Han explained with a smile: "You can't sell novels directly. Once they sell well, there will be countless pirated copies, and the money will be made by pirates. We have a long stream of water. Wouldn't it be beautiful to serialize three times a month? If you want to read the following, you have to be old." Honestly buy my "Goose Lake Weekly"!"

  What is "Swan Lake Journal"?

  Zhao Han's public opinion propaganda position, by the way serialized novels to earn some money.

Zhao Han pointed to the stage behind him: "Fei Chun, you come to the restaurant to tell a story. Every time a publication is published, only one-third of it is said, which makes them tickle. Anyone who wants to read the remaining two-thirds can pay for it." Come buy it, no matter how bad the journal is, someone will want it."

  Fei Ruhe expressed his incomprehension: "Why are you so troublesome? If you are afraid of piracy, you can sell novels one by one."

   "You don't understand even if I say it," Zhao Han asked directly, "You can trust my ability."

  Fei Ruhe nodded and said, "I believe it."

  Zhao Han hooked Fei Ruhe's shoulder: "Since you believe me, then do as I say."

  (end of this chapter)