The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After Rebecca Levi fell asleep, Zhao teleported Quite Shalan, rode a three-generation dragon, and chased the moon on the Atlantic Ocean for four hours. Seeing that there was no time, he just Being able to choose teleportation finally saves more than half of the power of faith.

The Hague, Noordenburg, and little Zhao Lingjun’s heads were a little bit wet, but they just couldn’t sleep.

Wilhelmina was speechless: "Dear, why don't you sleep?"

Zhao Lingjun raised his sleepy little head and said, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Reunion Festival. My father will come to see me."

Wilhelmina was surprised: "Really? I don't know that."

"It's true." Zhao Chuanxin's voice sounded.

Zhao Lingjun immediately became energetic: "Dad."

"Ethan?"

Zhao Chuanxin is really here.

Zhao Chuanxin took his daughter from Wilhelmina's arms and kissed her hard.

Then he taught his daughter how to worship the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival and the custom of appreciating the moon.

They also told the story of Chang'e flying to the moon. Before the story was finished, Zhao Lingjun fell into a deep sleep.

The daughter of Zhao Chuanxin's right hand held Wilhelmina's plump waist with her left hand: "Your Majesty, you are really prone to gaining weight. Are you lazy and not practicing your balancing skills?"

"Oh, you discovered it." Wilhelmina chuckled.

The next day, the Queen did not attend court early.

Zhao Chuanxin and his family went to see wild boars in the autumn forest.

Here Zhao Chuanxin is about to show his face, and over there the Arms Limitation Committee in The Hague has received the news.

On the way, Zhao Chuanxin took out a beautiful lanyard, a four-strand braided rope. Two strands were removed from the front of the pendant, and red coral beads were put on it. The corn knot braided rope was underneath, and a Spanish Damascus gold-embedded shell hung on it. eyes.

Because he was worried that it would be heavy and uncomfortable to wear, Zhao Chuanxin chose woven silk for the rope. The density of red coral was not too high. Damascus was inlaid with gold and silver and was hollowed out. There was very little gold, and even the True Sight Crystal was only a small piece.

He handed the necklace to Zhao Lingjun: "This is the amulet. If you encounter danger, just point it at the dangerous place, and dad will appear immediately to save you."

Wilhelmina was a little jealous of her daughter: "Are you telling the truth? You can show up at any time?"

"It's true." Zhao Chuanxin hung the chain around his daughter's delicate neck: "But when you grow up, you won't be allowed to wear it."

After all, daughters also need privacy.

When leaving the city, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly heard crows cawing in the wheat field, which was very abnormal.

Zhao Chuanxin and the three of them looked together and saw that one of the crows seemed to be squeezed out and was attacked by the surrounding crows.

This is a group of bald-nosed crows, at least several hundred of them.

The besieged crow was slow and unhurried, ducking its neck to avoid the beak of a crow, tilting its head, and its beak stretched out like lightning.

laugh……

He even pecked a crow's eyes out.

It spread its wings to block another attacking crow, rotated its body along with the momentum of the crow, and pecked its belly with its beak.

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked: "I blanch it, hit the top of the skull with the sword, turn over and cut the sword, step back and strike the sword horizontally, lower my body and stab the throat..."

This is too familiar.

That crow was killing all the crows around it, causing them to scream and scream, but it didn't do anything to it.

Zhao Chuanxin's swordsmanship has been practiced to the core. These are his common tricks, but now he was used by a crow, not to mention how weird it was.

No, 12 out of 10 is wrong.

Wilhelmina muttered: "This crow is so powerful."

Zhao Lingjun slapped the little chubby hand: "Kill it, beat it to death..."

The more Zhao Chuanxin looked at it, the more familiar it became, and he couldn't help shouting: "Mourning soul."

The crow suddenly turned its head, flapped its wings and flew towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Wilhelmina exclaimed, and the guard wanted to draw his sword. Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and stretched out his arm, and the crow stood on his arm.

Zhao Lingjun became excited when he saw it: "Give it to me, dad, give it to me..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored his daughter. The bald-nosed crow was almost half her size and couldn't be manipulated at all.

He took out the "Code of the Old Gods", and sure enough, a line of words appeared on the cover: If you hadn't interfered, I would have surrendered this army.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Don't brag. Obviously you are very unsociable and you are being besieged."

"Quack quack..."

Book cover: What do you know about a guy who only knows how to hang out with women? What can you do if you hang around your wife and children?

"Should I wipe it? You're so awesome!" Zhao Chuanxin wanted to give him a slap in the face: "I'm a professional in sewing. How can I keep my shoes from getting wet when I often walk by the river? Why did you come to the Netherlands?"

Book cover: If I don’t come to the Netherlands, will I be your mount in Lubin Mansion?

Zhao Chuanxin knew that because the soul's body was now Zhao Chuanxin's invisible appendage, and coupled with the original friendship, the two parties were bound to each other.

Although the soul may be harsh, in fact, the earth is so big that it would not choose anywhere else but to come to the Netherlands, and The Hague, obviously because Zhao Chuanxin often comes here.

As for how it came from, Zhao Chuanxin has no idea.

Zhao Lingjun's little face twitched together: "Dad, you are going too far. Do you want to make me angry? Why don't you just give it to me?"

The guard snickered after hearing this.

The princess is not like a royal child, she is incredibly smart, cute and unique.

At the same time, he was surprised why Zhao Chuanxian was talking to a crow?

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he rolled his eyes and said to the mourning spirit: "I'll give you a task."

Mang Ling: Not accepted.

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself and said, "You can help me take care of the children. I'll take care of the wine and meat."

San Ling: What? Let me take care of stupid human cubs? How is that possible?

"Be careful what you say, that's my daughter."

Sang Ling: Don’t bullshit me.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "My daughter is a princess. She has money and time. She plays with you every day."

San Ling: Well, I’ll think about it, let’s do this first.

After saying that, it fluttered its wings and took off, quickly blending into the crowd of crows, making it impossible to tell them apart.

"It ran away, dad, it ran away..." Zhao Lingjun was extremely anxious.

Wilhelmina asked curiously: "What did you say to that crow? Can you really talk to it? It's really strange. Small animals usually like Juliana, but this crow seems to like you more."

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "What else can I say? My personality is more charming."

Wilhelmina smiled and hugged his neck for a long kiss.

The guard said, "Don't look at anything inappropriate. It's really disgusting and I can't stand it."

Zhao Lingjun patted the armrest of the stroller: "What kind of kiss? I know about kissing all day long, and my crows have flown..."

At this time, a carriage came slowly.

The guards are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, either pressing the sword or touching the gun.

The carriage stopped nearby, and the chairman of the Arms Limitation Committee, Bernat and Dutch Commissioner Jason Weir got off the carriage.

When Jason Weir saw the queen of his country kissing Zhao Chuanxin, he suddenly felt like his teeth were itching and he wanted to hit her.

Looking at Princess Juliana again, he showed a kind smile again.

The Dutch princess is loved by everyone.

Zhao Chuanxin and Wilhelmina separated and said with a smile: "Hey, the leader is here, please come, let's go see the wild boars together."

"..." Jason Weir put away his smile and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhao, Tsarist Russia reported to our Arms Limitation Committee that you wanted to enforce peace on them?"

Forced peace?

Queen Wilhelmina was confused when she heard this.

What is this word?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "It's nothing, who is talking about it?"

"He said you threatened them."

"Nonsense. I have been away from Sakhalin for a long time, and I am not in Lubin Mansion. I pose no threat to anyone."

Jason Weir is so angry that he won’t admit anything, right?

He looked at the chairman.

Belenat coughed and said, "Zhao, both of you insist on different opinions. Who is lying?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "Everyone calls me the honest young man, but Maozi is greedy, cunning, and cruel. They must be the ones who lie."

Jason Weir sarcastically said: "But you, Zhao Chuanxin, often confuse right and wrong. It is said that Commissioner Flos Feng was made angry by you?"

Zhao Chuanxin called out to Chuang Tianqu: "Oh, my hands are two doors. This is really a slap in the face. I am wronged. It was clearly Flos Feng who accepted bribes from the Japanese and handed over the weapons and my equipment to the Japanese." Man... Oops, I spilled the beans, I didn’t say anything..."

Bernat and Jason Weir's faces darkened.

What?

What good deed did Flos Vondu do?

At this time, Flos Feng was still on the boat returning. The two of them didn't say much, but they were secretly determined to investigate and get to the bottom of things when he came back.

Belenat said with a dark face: "Zhao, don't go too far. You must always remember that we are for peace, not to bring war."

"Don't worry, Chairman, I have recorded all your words in a small notebook. I will read these good words three times morning and night to make sure I know them by heart. During peacekeeping, I will definitely not let anyone from Mao Zi die, I promise. "

"Well, that's good."

But Belenat always felt that something was wrong and couldn't figure it out.

…

Zhang Zhidong is dead.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe him if he said he had never been corrupt.

Zhao Chuanxin's opinion is: A person who is capable but greedy brings far more value to society than a person who is incompetent but messes around and has nothing to do.

The latter will bring a devastating blow.

Of course, the premise is that he doesn't have trouble with Zhao Chuanxin, just like Yuan Shuxun.

Otherwise, his reputation will be ruined and he will be pissed to death.

Zhang Zhidong died, and the Qing court gave him the posthumous title of "Wenxiang". Zhao Chuanxin's limelight finally passed, and Zhang Xiangshuai's life was discussed by all walks of life.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.

When Zhao Chuanxin returned to Sakhalin Island, he saw an additional row of wood-carved ridges near the Peacekeeping Bureau.

This wooden building was built like a Cossack winter nest, with a mud roof, small and narrow windows that were almost flush with the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't have to go in to know that it must be dark, damp and musty inside.

Sakhalin rarely sees sunny weather, and this kind of residence undoubtedly adds a buff to the harsh climate.

Since the arrival of the Peacekeeping Bureau, there has been a lot of human feces and garbage nearby, which has seriously affected the sanitation of the soil and water wells.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

He saw a row of male and female soldiers returning from running, sweating profusely, their bodies dried by the cold wind and moisture, which was as unbearable as Neng Chengwen, with their mouths wide open as if they were about to have a heart attack at any time.

"Big, big, the Lord is back..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the wooden block and asked him: "Is this your house?"

As the highest-ranking company commander of the peacekeeping force, a house that can be documented must be the first to be built.

Neng Chengwen nodded, with a pleased smile on his face: "Yes, Sir, you can see that this wooden carving is extremely elegant. The wooden boards on the roof are covered with birch bark and mud roofs, and thatch will be added when the time comes. We also need to lay fir wood floors..."

Zhao Chuanxin picked his ears: "Since the establishment of the Peacekeeping Bureau, this neighborhood has become more and more like a pigsty. Your house is no different from a pigsty."

The smile on Neng Chengwen's face froze, and he was very embarrassed: "You don't know something. Russians in the north rarely build huts. It's good to dig holes. Most of them can be solved on the spot."

Zhao Chuanxin said coldly: "It definitely won't work here. First build a public hut, made of stone. The hut must be regularly covered with carbolic acid and pine tar to prevent mosquitoes and germs from breeding. After it is built, whoever dares to build it anywhere will I will punish him until he doubts his life."

Neng Chengwen has lived in Sakhalin for a long time and knows the customs and environment here. He hurriedly explained: "Sir, the island lacks hydrated lime and high-quality stones, so it is impossible to build stone houses, nor huts."

This is not something that can be solved with money.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "I will take care of the stone and quicklime. From now on, all latrines and personal houses will be made of masonry."

Neng Chengwen swallowed his saliva and said, "Sir, even if the stone and hydrated lime are available, the brick and tile factories are only owned by the Japanese, and they may not be willing to sell them to us."

"I'll make them an offer they can't refuse."

It was already autumn, and winter in Sakhalin came very early.

Zhao Chuanxin was inevitably anxious.

He originally planned to do a lot of great things this year, but as a result, he was sometimes short of manpower.

If you want to build Sakhalin well, I am afraid it will not take a year or two.

Only after it was built, Zhao Chuanxin planned to let his own people land on the island and take back the island in one fell swoop.

North Island has many skilled craftsmen such as recorders, draftsmen, furniture makers, paper makers, jewelers, watchmakers, and tailors.

In Sakhalin, the supply of craftsmen exceeds the demand.

These people are paid a lot of money, and the tips alone are no less than 1 ruble a day.

Ordinary exiles could only earn 10 kopecks a day and had to bring their own food.

Previously, Masayoshi Sato went to the north to instigate poor people everywhere. However, during these days, the most frequent visitors to the Peacekeeping Bureau were the skilled craftsmen.

They thought they could make a lot of money here at the Peacekeeping Bureau, and they had lost confidence in returning to land.

Zhao Chuanxin received more than thirty craftsmen of various kinds.

These craftsmen were almost in despair when Zhao Chuanxin did not come back.

Because the biggest fortification here is the wooden engraving that can be written down. Does that thing require skills?

Stop making trouble.

How much money can I make?

They were about to go their separate ways, but Zhao Chuanxin came back to summon them.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Do you want to make money?"

A furniture maker shouted: "Sir, I dream of making money. I am not the kind of rough carpenter who earns 10 kopecks a day."

Everyone laughed.

Someone said: "If I had known that the Peacekeeping Bureau would not build anything, I would not have taken the risk of coming here."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: "I will give you a chance to make money. I need to build a military camp, a government office, furniture, clocks, and short coats for the winter... I will assign tasks to you and receive money per piece. I guarantee that I will be better than you in the north. Earn more, but don’t even think about tips.”

"How can that be done?"

Many people quit.

They are used to tips.

Zhao Chuanxin did not feel dissatisfied and said calmly: "Well, you can go back to the north."

The man's expression froze.

Coming to the Peacekeeping Bureau is equivalent to fleeing.

It would be miserable to go back.

Zhao Chuanxin summoned Masayoshi Sato and asked him to assign tasks to these craftsmen.

Masayoshi Sato said, "These people are difficult to discipline. They drink tea, drink alcohol, and smoke Turkish tobacco every day. They rest longer than they work. To put it lightly, they don't take it seriously. To put it seriously, I'm afraid they would dare to take action..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Where has Boyarkov gone?"

Masayoshi Sato pointed to a Japanese house: "I was imprisoned in that house and still squatted in a kiln."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Masayoshi Sato on the shoulder: "This guy can't just eat and drink for free, he has to work. The Russians know the Russians, you bring him out to make up for the crime, and let him cooperate with you to lead these craftsmen to work. Don't forget Yes, you are the hero of those female soldiers, you are the chosen one, your trip to the North Island is perfect, you can do it.”

Masayoshi Sato was embarrassed, but he felt somewhat relieved.

Zhao Chuanxin's encouragement coincides with the classical jump theory - let Masayoshi Sato reach the top of a hill, receive more attention, and move to the top of a larger hill. With the help of this systematic push, waste materials can become geniuses and achieve leaps in life.

"Can I do it?"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were full of encouragement: "You can do it. Remember, the world without action is just a concept. You must take action. Don't be afraid of making mistakes."

Masayoshi Sato was greatly inspired. Just after finishing his long run, he regained his strength and trotted to find Boyarkov.

Boyarkov looked calm after hearing this.

Masayoshi Sato frowned: "Why didn't you jump up for joy?"

"Haha." Boyarkov said calmly: "Sakhalin Island is a huge prison. Haven't you noticed? The chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs here all wear shackles. The free people here are not humble except in terms of status. , the rest are no different from exiles, Sakhalin doesn’t care for idlers!”

Masayoshi Sato was surprised: This guy is a bit interesting.

He explained the mission of Zhao Chuanxin and asked Boyarkov how to manage these Russian craftsmen.

Boyarkov was sure of victory: "Don't worry, my little friend, sometimes you don't need to use force to control a group of people. The Peacekeeping Bureau lacks fun, you can let Mr. Zhao build a brothel, a tavern, a jewelry shop, and a clothing shop first. The quality must be good, and the cost must be high. Then, you can see that these craftsmen will become active without your supervision, because they are charged by the piece.”

Masayoshi Sato's eyes lit up.

I blanched it and it was amazing.

He asked again: "These craftsmen have objections because you don't give tips, and even regard you as your enemy in private. How should we solve it?"

"Small friends, this needs to be solved from two aspects. Inside, you can build a church. It doesn't have to be big, just big enough for these people to say mass and evening prayers. They will say 'glory to the Lord who dominates everything' while cursing 'Fuck you'. But in the final analysis, they will not rebel. Externally, you just need to create new enemies for them with your adults, such as F. O. Kononovich in the north, and find someone to incite them to rebel every day. scold Kononovich, saying that this man is responsible for all the suffering, so that these craftsmen will not regard the people who are exploiting them at this moment as enemies.”

Masayoshi Sato was trembling with excitement.

Blanch it and hold a big piece of grass.

Sure enough, it was the right choice for the adults to ask him to come to Boyarkov.

This is a perfect candidate who knows how to raise gray animals.

Your Excellency is so wise!

If Boyarkov heard Masayoshi Sato's inner voice, he would definitely curse him: I'll fuck you.

Whose idea was it? Don’t you have any idea?

…

Zhao Chuanxin's mud trowel gloves seemed to have been upgraded after the fearless pioneers built the underground passage for more than half a year.

It's easier to use than ever.

He gathered sand to form a tower, and built large stone bricks and hollow columns one by one. He worked for most of the night, and the stone bricks and columns piled up like a mountain.

While he was busy, F. O. Kononovich was looking at the written ultimatum given to him on behalf of the Peacekeeping Bureau.

"You bear the consequences at your own risk? Hum, what are the consequences? At worst, we don't have a conflict with the Japanese, what else can you do?"

The staff in the office are inevitably worried: "But Zhao Chuanxin captured Boyarkov and our people, and there are both witnesses and physical evidence."

"What are you afraid of? When we were dealing with the Qing Dynasty, this kind of thing happened many times. As long as we killed the money and Poyarkov hid it, in the end he could only let it go. I have reported the matter The Hague Arms Limitation Commission, so don’t worry.”