Chapter 2
Today, Zhao Wenbin did not wear the pajamas he wore last night. Instead, he wore a small suit that he took out from the war machine. At least, he did not look so out of place in this era.
He walked to a stall selling breakfast and sat down.
"Give me a steamer of steamed buns and a bowl of millet porridge!”
After Zhao Wenbin sat down and shouted, he began to look around. There were many commoners in the surroundings who were wearing mandarin robes at this time of the year. There were many people coming and going on the streets, but not many. At least, compared to the later generations, there were not many.
Basically, they were all men. There were very few women.
"How should I deal with this?"
Zhao Wenbin frowned slightly. Then, when he saw the cloth seller, he had some ideas in his heart.
The breakfast in the northeast was indeed very characteristic of the northeast. It was clearly a small steamed bun, but it was big, filled with a lot of fillings, and had enough portions.
After Zhao Wenbin finished eating, he felt that his stomach was bloated. He staggered into a fabric shop.
"Sir, do you want to pull some cloth?"
The shopkeeper was a little surprised because the people who bought cloth were usually women. Only women would come to these places to buy cloth to make clothes. Although there were already clothing stores in this era, they were only bought by the rich in big cities.
Ordinary people would buy their own cloth to do it.
"En! How much cloth do you have here?"
Zhao Wenbin casually looked at it and asked.
"Be objective, just tell me how much you want!”
When the shopkeeper heard this, he felt that a big customer had arrived. He immediately surrounded Zhao Wenbin and said attentively.
"How much? I'm prepared to take over your fabric shop! Tell me, how much do you want!"
Zhao Wenbin looked at the shopkeeper and said.
"Stop teasing me! Although this fabric shop is not big, it will still cost a lot of money to buy it! Besides, it's useless even if you ask!”
There was a hint of displeasure on the shopkeeper's face. He felt that Zhao Wenbin was here to make fun of him.
"Don't worry about whether it's useful or not. Just say it! How much do you want? I'll buy it!"
"Are you here to cause trouble?"
This time, the shopkeeper straightened up and looked at Zhao Wenbin with an unfriendly expression.
Zhao Wenbin didn't waste any more time with him. He directly took out two handfuls of money, which looked like more than 30 yuan, and placed them on the table.
"I'll take over your shop. This is the deposit. You just wait here. Since you don't want to say it, then I'll give you a price. How about 80 dollars? You've earned it, right? I'll come back later!"
Zhao Wenbin left after saying that. The shopkeeper was still a little stunned. Looking at the thirty yuan on the table, he felt that this was not a joke!
In this era, a person with more than 30 yuan was definitely rich. For ordinary people, if it was just to survive, a piece of money was enough for them to live for half a year. Of course, it was referring to the people in the countryside. Those in the city definitely could not.
Zhao Wenbin walked out of the fabric shop. After looking at the sign on it, he grabbed a few passersby and asked them a few questions. Then, he walked to the other side.
There were a few people who set up stalls there. These people who set up stalls, or to be precise, those who set up word stalls, generally relied on writing letters to others or reading letters to others for a living. Usually, they would also write some couplets for the people. Even the people who would get some remuneration to support their lives when there was a red or white matter were literate.
"Yo! Young Master, are you looking for this old man to write or read a letter?”
Zhao Wenbin walked to the front of a stall. The person looked at Zhao Wenbin and asked with a smile. This was because Zhao Wenbin looked like the young master of that family in his suit.
"Haha! How much does a painting cost?”
Zhao Wenbin asked with a smile after taking a casual look.
"That depends on how much you write!"
"Then how much would it cost to cover you for a day?”
"Young Master, don't joke around. This old man only knows how to write. Whatever you want to write, this old man will write it for you!”
"I'm not joking! How about this, I'll give you ten bucks a month and you'll work for me in the future. Do you want to do it or not?"
Zhao Wenbin looked at him and said.
"Young Master, are you serious?"
When he heard that it was ten yuan a month, his eyes lit up as he looked at Zhao Wenbin.
"Would this Young Master lie to you?”
"Then I'll follow you, Young Master!”
Just like that, Zhao Wenbin hired two other people who wrote for a living. There were a total of three people.
Zhao Wenbin now had three literate people under him.
After letting them wait on the street, Zhao Wenbin used the money in his hand to buy an ox cart in the market and drove the ox cart back to the Infinite War Machine. After taking out a few hundred dollars from the Infinite War Machine, he returned to the market.
He bought the cloth shop and then let the three of them write the recruitment advertisement he had thought of on the cloth.
By the afternoon, many recruitment advertisements had been written.
"Young Master, look, these are all written!”
Old Man Li was the person Zhao Wenbin hired at the beginning. He hung up a few banners that had already been written and said to Zhao Wenbin.
Zhao Wenbin looked at it and nodded in satisfaction."En! Not bad! Not bad! Very good!"
Old Man Li looked at Zhao Wenbin and hesitated for a moment before asking,"Young Master, are you going to do it with the Japanese?”
"Of course! If I don't fight with the Japanese, why should I recruit soldiers?”
Zhao Wenbin did not deny it. After all, the recruitment notice was already written.
"Then are you one of the Young Marshal's men?"
Old Man Li asked again.
The Old Zhang family had ruled the northeast for nearly twenty years, and they had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the northeast. That was why Old Man Li could not help but ask.
"Him? Do you think a good-for-nothing like him is worthy? Alright, go to the entrance of the market and hang up these banners. Then, the three of you set up a registration point for me.”
Zhao Wenbin waved his hand and said.
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At around 3:30 pm, countless people had gathered outside the market of Zhengyang Town. They were all looking at the young man standing on the ox cart. Of course, this young man was naturally Zhao Wenbin.
Zhao Wenbin looked at the countless commoners and said loudly,"Fellow villagers, I know what you want to ask. I can tell you that I want to mobilize the army to fight the Japanese. General Ma had already failed, and countless soldiers had already fallen on the road of resistance.
Now it's my turn to take over this flag. I'm here to recruit soldiers and fight with the Japanese. The young people who joined the army had to be above eighteen and below thirty years old. 10 yuan a month, no arrears.
In order to show my sincerity, all those who joined the army will be given 50 yuan as a settling allowance!”
Zhao Wenbin knew that resisting the Japanese was actually nonsense to ordinary people. They were concerned about daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and whether they could survive.
Only the white ocean that was offered later was what attracted them. Therefore, Zhao Wenbin did not hesitate to offer the tempting condition of 50 yuan as a settlement allowance.
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