The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"Theoretically speaking, it's wrong to criticize people for their lack of quality." Zhao Chuanxin licked his ears: "But theory will never be greater than practice."

"What does this mean?"

"Haha, let's open up the sky and speak frankly." Zhao Chuanxin said firmly: "You want to borrow money, right? I advise you to give up on this idea, no."

At this time, the Qing government was dismantling the east and making up for the west, and was living a miserable life.

Everything under Zhao Chuanxin's banner is completely opposite. For example, it takes a hundred days to build a foundation, and the panacea is used as a snack. He has not become an immortal for the time being, but his divine light shines.

It's hard to say that the Qing court wasn't jealous.

Aixinjueluo Zaifeng: "..."

What the hell are you talking about?

Seeing that Zaifeng was silent, Zhao Chuanxin took it as his acquiescence: "Haha, Zhao really guessed it. I am always wary of the person borrowing money from talking, so I spent all the money long ago. Besides, we are not familiar with each other."

"..." At this moment, Zaifeng had forgotten about Zhao Chuanxin's swearing. He said, "I want to ask you what you want..."

Zhao Chuanxin spoke earnestly: "You are younger than me, and your surname is Ai, so I will call you Xiao Ai."

"Classmate Xiao Ai, I'm not telling you that running a big country is like cooking small dishes. You can't rush it."

"You can fish and paddle, but don't be a real slut. When you need to stand alone, you have to be convincing. When something goes wrong, just borrow money from everywhere. What's the point?"

"A few years ago, my brother said to me - pass the salary. There are people everywhere on the hills outside the pass, just grabbing money. You are really in a good time."

"You see, my wealth is all due to my hard work. If you don't understand, you have to learn more and practice more."

Zaifeng's psychological activities at this time: Who am I, who am I talking to, and what is the purpose of the call?

Your surname is Ai, and your whole family is surnamed Ai.

Zaifeng was furious: "Zhao Tangong, I want to ask you, what are your intentions when you gather people from all over the country for a meeting in Lugang Town? Is it an open rebellion?"

Aixinjueluo Zaifeng, born in 1883, is still less than thirty.

If you are not angry, how can you still be called a young person?

In a hurry, the word "rebellion" blurted out.

After revealing his long-standing suspicion, Zaifeng felt both regretful and relieved.

It's like relief.

Even his body was a little limp.

There is quite a sense of resignation.

Only the laughter came from the phone.

That abominable voice of Zhao Chuanxin.

"Little Ai, you can do it. The peacock spreads its tail, but you only look at the buttocks."

Zaifeng's limp body became strong again. He sat up straight and asked: "Zhao Chuanxin, what do you mean by this? Is this the king's mistake? You gathered people together in Lugang Town and went around to buy reputation. Isn't this an attempt? What is rebellion?”

Zhao Chuanxin said lazily: "Let me tell you what I would do if I rebelled."

"Hmph, the fox's tail is finally revealed. I am all ears."

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "The rebels first went to the capital and killed you and Longyu, so that they could capture them easily. Then they killed Zaitao, Zaixun, Zaize, Yulang, Tieliang, and Shanqi. In your family, except for these few There is still something to look at personally, and the rest are nothing to worry about. In addition, if Yuan Weiting is killed, this person has the ability and prestige in the army. Zhao does not need to worry about Puyi's grandchildren, let him fend for himself. At this time, the Central Plains is in chaos. Zhao only needs to raise troops from outside the pass and push all the way south. Who do you think will be my opponent among the scattered princes? If I can't kill anyone in this land, I'll fight Zhao. 'Write the word upside down."

Zai Feng took a breath and felt that the surroundings were suddenly warm, but he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin's strategy was simple and crude.

But he really can do it.

Not an exaggeration, really.

Whether he slaughtered his entire Aixinjueluo clan or led his troops to push him across the border, Zhao Chuanxin could do it.

If he really did that, the centuries-old dynasty would fall apart in an instant.

"You, you don't dare, the powers will definitely not allow you to do this."

"How many powers are there? Do you believe it or not, I can lead people across the Central Plains and deal with the great powers at the same time? Except for Japan and Russia, the rest rely on strong ships and cannons. But at sea, I, Zhao Chuanxin, can execute them repeatedly. Blocking the entrance to South Korea and blocking the front of Mao Zi's army on the grassland only needs to stabilize the Central Plains. In turn, I will make them bleed into rivers. At this time, the big powers dare to come to China to seize profits? Who of them agrees and who opposes?"

Zaifeng's body trembled and his lips trembled: "You, you can't succeed..."

"How the hell are you pretending to be a regent in front of me?" Zhao Chuanxin became impatient: "You are a short-sighted dog. Don't you see that our Gray Ax Army is defending Russia from the north, and our insurance and back-up troops are Arriving east to Japan, our Hong Kong Island and Ao Island Xuantian Sect block the ports? If not for the pressure of Zhao Chuanxin, all the tribes on the grassland are ready to rebel. Do you think you can still be the regent? Life is in ruins, mountains and rivers are falling apart, I will fucking kill all of you Aixinjueluo. You still want to betray me, do you have that fucking strength?"

Boom.

The phone hangs up.

Aixinjueluo Zaifeng was stunned for a long time.

To say that all doubts have been eliminated is nonsense.

His position meant that he would never let his guard down.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't bother to explain and cursed, but it made him feel at ease.

The character design of Zhao Chuanxin is like this.

He would tell who he wanted to fuck, and then take advantage of them.

To kill the high-ranking British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China, John Aldian, he would die at the third watch, and no one would keep him until the fifth watch.

Zhao Chuanxin said that he did not intend to rebel, which may be true.

At least I don't want to rebel now.

There are also people on the grassland who want to rebel...

Zaifeng had already received some news, but he didn't pay much attention.

Now that I think about it, I should investigate it carefully.

Thinking about what Zhao Chuanxin said, Zaifeng thought about the fact that Tsarist Russia was plotting to take Manzhouli, Japan was plotting to take Yanbian, Australia Island was occupied by Portugal, Britain was the leader in Hong Kong Island, and the Hankou Concession was still all in the hands of the powers...

According to this statistic, Zhao Chuanxin really paid a lot for this country.

This is not just a corner of the country. The powers are sinister and never satisfied. It is inevitable that they will get more and more.

Zhao Chuanxin can be said to have prevented a series of ambitions.

But so what?

Zaifeng thought: All under heaven is the king's land, and all the people who lead the army are the king's subjects. Isn't that what should be done?

You shouldn't take credit for what you did.

...

After Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone, he felt relieved.

Swearing can effectively relieve stress.

He looked around and there was no chair.

He looked up and found that there was a suspended ceiling on the roof.

After partying and staying up late last night, he was a little tired. He jumped up, opened the reaction shoulder straps, and put his legs on the edge of the ceiling, just like crossing his legs on a reclining chair.

He held his head with both hands and closed his eyes for a nap.

At this time, Benjamin Goldberg took Yao Bing into the communication room.

Benjamin Goldberg looked at Ganfan who was reading a book on the ground: "Where is my master?"

Ganfan didn't even raise his head, but raised his front paws to point at the ceiling and said: "Your master is lying on the roof like a money-grubber."

After saying that, he put down his paws and turned a page of the book.

Benjamin Goldberg and Yao Bing: "..."

Yao Bing's eyes lit up: "Master, I want to learn this move."

Benjamin Goldberg: "Master, I want to learn it too."

Zhao Chuanxin said with his eyes closed on the roof: "You all look too low-key, you can't learn such a show-off magic."

Yao Bing put his hands on his waist, looked up, his eyes full of admiration: "Master, I want to learn such a show-off magic."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head slightly: "Life is full of flavors, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, you don't choose any of them, why do you have to choose the showy one?"

Benjamin Goldberg rolled his eyes: "Master, my fellow apprentice brother is not as handsome and suave as you. Although he doesn't look as good as you, he has no temperament and no character. If you learn this technique, at least in terms of temperament, my fellow apprentice brother will have a firm grasp of it."

Zhao Chuanxin turned over 360 degrees and landed on the ground, just like the autumn sedge tree species spinning and drifting in the wind.

The brothers were so envious.

"Let's go, let me take you to eat hot pot."

Before leaving the library, Zhao Chuanxin bought a few recent newspapers from various places at the front desk and put them under his arm.

When they arrived at the hot pot restaurant, it was very popular.

There was a waiting room outside, and the long chairs were crowded with waiting gourmets, and the strong aroma of chili and butter rushed straight to the brain.

The waiters, clerks, and waiters in Lugang Town are collectively called waiters.

The waiters wear a uniform with chili embroidery printed on the chest and back.

Zhao Chuanxin tactically lit a cigarette to cover up his embarrassment.

Damn, it's the same uniform as the Quiteshalan Rural Patrol.

"Three, get a number, we need to queue up."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed open the door, and the waiter said that he saw the price of the menu on the wall and gave up.

It turned out that Zhao Chuanxin saw the snow field twins who were like sly guys: "Defu, Zhao Hongzhi, you two come over."

The two were surprised and ran into the store.

Immediately saw the two brothers.

Both sides immediately glared at each other.

"Hmph."

"Hehe."

Zhao Chuanxin pretended not to know: "It's the coldest time of winter, the weather is very cold, you all need to keep warm, look, your throat is uncomfortable, right? Sit down, I'll introduce you to each other later."

After finally getting a turn, Zhao Chuanxin took the angry four people to eat hot pot.

"Sir, our copper pot hot pot is authentic, and the guests from Beijing also praise it."

The waiter introduced them.

Zhao Chuanxin sniffed: "Just from the strong smell of butter, chili and pepper, I know that your hot pot is more Shu style, and the copper pot hot pot in Beijing has a clear soup. You can say that I don't read much, but you can't say that I am shallow."

The waiter felt guilty: "Ah, this... I'm wrong, anyway, it smells very good. Gentlemen, there are free croissants, potato chips, butter, etc."

The angry four heard it, and didn't care about being angry, and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin ordered from behind: "Bring more back."

The waiter handed over the menu: "Sir, what do you want to eat?"

Zhao Chuanxin refused to take the menu: "There are free dishes, why would I order dishes that cost money?"

"..."The waiter's face darkened: "It's not allowed..."

A female student dressed in high school clothes at the table next to her covered her mouth and laughed secretly. She was as young as a flower, and her body was as trembling as a flower.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and took the menu: "I'm just teasing you, let me see, twenty plates of fat beef, five plates of tripe, ten plates of vegetables, five plates of fish balls..."

The smile of the female student at the table next to her gradually disappeared.

The waiter stammered, worried that the order would be missed: "Sir, you must see the price of the dishes clearly."

"Huh? So expensive?" Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "The main dishes are only 20 cents each, why are they so expensive?"

The waiter bowed, but his face was full of pride: "Sir, you don't know, the main dishes are a bluff from the south. Foreigners know nothing about food? It's just a group of people chasing fashion and supporting foreign places. Who would eat that with some status?"

"What you said makes some sense, but not much." Zhao Chuanxin handed back the menu: "Okay, go and serve the dishes."

At this time, the four little kids came back with free snacks.

They seemed to be competing with each other, walking more arrogantly than each other, and the croissants and potato chips were about to fall out of the plate.

Zhao Chuanxin marveled: "Without ten years of cerebral thrombosis, you would definitely not be able to make this step. Could it be that there is a lot of paper burning at intersections in winter? What did you collide with?"

Most elderly people outside the customs die after snow falls in winter.

So when winter comes, there are always people going to graves and burning paper at crossroads, not just during New Year's Day, Qingming Festival and Hungry Ghost Festival.

When the fourth child heard this, he blushed and hurriedly walked well.

After they sat down.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the four people: "Irgenjueluo Defu. Zhao Hongzhi. Benjamin Goldberg. Yao Bing. They are my eldest apprentice and my younger apprentice. Defu is my nephew. Zhao Hongzhi... Haha, he is Zhao Hongzhi, the son of Zhao Zhongyi, one of the three heroes of Lugang Town."

Hearing Zhao Chuanxin's introduction, Zhao Hongzhi puffed out his chest and raised his belly: "I don't rely on my father. I, Zhao Hongzhi, once captured Japanese spies in the Youth Insurance Team."

Yao Bing also puffed out his chest and belly: "I don't rely on my master either. I, Yao Bing, once led the crowd to capture the spies in Lubin Mansion."

Zhao Hongzhi looked at Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly: "Is what I said true?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Well, it's true. I was eating popsicles nearby and witnessed it with my own eyes."

Yao Bing looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, is what I said true?"

"Well, it's true. I was eating Buryat buns and witnessed it with my own eyes."

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they were still energetic, and just as the pot came up: "Come on, let's eat hot pot. There is nothing that a hot pot meal can't solve. If there is anything, then you must want to eat barbecue."

The female student next to her was speechless as she watched the empty plates being piled higher and higher.

It's one thing to be able to eat it, but it's another thing to dare to eat it in a hot pot restaurant.

Si Xiaozhangqi returns to Zhuqi, and it tastes unambiguous.

Ice soda is paired with hot pot, and your mouth is full of oil.

Zhao Chuanxin ordered a last order of noodles before giving up on his meal.

After eating and drinking, the five of them went out.

Zhao Chuanxin was in the front, and the two groups behind him were clearly distinguishable.

The group walked slowly, digesting as they went.

Zhao Chuanxin saw tracks in the city with wires erected on them.

This is the tram, but it didn't open this year.

Zhao Chuanxin found a break in the wires he had installed and couldn't help but stop and look up.

Defu was attentive and always listened to what the adults said. He said: "Uncle, this wire was put up when the weather was warm. When the weather got cold, the wire tightened and broke. According to the physics taught in school, it is called thermal expansion and contraction. When the weather is hot, it is called thermal expansion and contraction. When the pantograph is pushed loose, the wires may get stuck, and if they are tightened, they will break in the winter. It is difficult for us to solve the problem of thermal expansion and contraction outside the customs, which is very troublesome. "

Benjamin Goldberg put his hands behind his back and said proudly: "That's very simple. Just hang weights on the wires at the telephone poles and you can easily solve it."

Zhao Chuanxin, who was stroking his smooth chin and thinking: "Eh? You kid, you have something."

He drew the idea of ​​his great disciple in his notebook.

Defu came over to take a look and said disdainfully: "Someone has thought of this method, but the wire is too long and the counterweight cannot pull it."

Benjamin Goldberg is here: "Have you never heard of a pulley block? Master, you draw a pulley here, a second one here, and a third one here, and connect them. If there are only two counterweights It has a pulling force of 3 pounds on each of the two threads, which is enough to straighten the threads without worrying about them breaking in the winter.”

Defu and Zhao Hongzhi's pupils shrank visibly.

Oops, this is a lifelong rival.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was filled with relief: "I'm just testing you, so of course I understand."

He wiped his cold sweat and handed the drawing to Benjamin Goldberg: "Take it back and show it to my brother Zhao Zhongyi."

A new table tennis hall opened in Lugang Town. Zhao Chuanxin was curious: "Is there table tennis now? Come on, let's go in and have a look."

Defu and Zhao Hongzhi looked at each other, their eyes sparking with pride.

Defu was even more cunning: "Oh, uncle, what is table tennis? We don't know how."

Zhao Hongzhi was puzzled: "But we..."

But he was kicked hard in the calf by Defu.

Zhao Chuanxin took them into the house, and the waiters inside came forward enthusiastically: "How many of you want to play table tennis? Hey, these two young men..."

Defu quickly interrupted him: "You are not a master, we in Lugang Town don't want to be called that. Clear the case quickly and let us play!"

Zhao Chuanxin saw this and smiled secretly in his heart.

Benjamin Goldberg was having a lot of fun watching others play. The small celluloid ball was being hit around by the wooden racket, but it did not fall to the ground.

Whoever lands loses.

Really interesting.

He volunteered: "With my IQ, I'm more than capable of playing this game."

Defu looked troubled: "Uncle, he must have played before, otherwise he would not be confident."

Benjamin Goldberg hurriedly took the racket: "Stop talking nonsense, let's see the real deal."

Then when he comes to the case, he imitates others by bouncing the small celluloid ball up and down on the case.

Suddenly, he held the racket and shot.

call……

The fan is empty.

Benjamin Goldberg's mouth is wide open.

He didn't believe in evil, so when the ball bounced and he tried to slap it, he missed again.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled. This great disciple could hold all things in his mind, but his body movements were not very coordinated.

I fanned for a long time without touching the ball.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Okay, okay, it's winter, you can fan the ball to make the wind chill."

Benjamin Goldberg: “…”

But he saw Defu pick up the racket, and Zhao Hongzhi played one end at a time, playing vigorously back and forth.

Obviously not a novice.

Xueyuan Twins is the local place to go. Go where there is something new. Have you never visited anything in Lugang Town except the brothels?

After Zhao Hongzhi lost, Defu held up his racket and said proudly: "To be good, you need to practice more."

It was obviously not Zhao Hongzhi he was talking about.

Benjamin Goldberg was annoyed: "Junior brother, go ahead and do what I teach you."

Yao Bing scratched his head and thought to himself, Senior Brother, when did you teach me this?

But when his senior brother told him, he would usually carry it out.

He picked up the racket according to what he just saw. When Defoe came, Yao Bing immediately lowered his waist, took a lightning shot, and hit the ball back accurately, and it was a smash.

Bang.

It was too fast, the celluloid ball bounced, and DeFeo failed to catch it.

Defu and Zhao Hongzhi were stunned.

He, why is he so powerful?

Could it be that he is also pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?

Zhao Chuanxin was happy again.

If you ask your little apprentice to study in front of the blackboard, he will tell you that he is afraid of the dark and gets dizzy.

Ask him to bully, practice balancing, or play with guns, and his blood pressure will immediately soar to 150.

Due to his extremely fine balance training, he has better control over his body than an adult.

At a young age, I played with swords, guns, swords, halberds, and blunderbuss. I was also good at table tennis, although I had never touched it.

Zhao Chuanxin happily went to a bench to rest, leaving them alone to read the newspaper.

"Hey, I'm in this newspaper, and it's said that my country is unparalleled?"

"This newspaper also has me in it. What? It said I was treacherous. I... Oh, I misunderstood. It meant that I looked treacherous, but in fact I was patriotic. Fortunately, I was able to pull off the 40-meter sword in time!"

Several newspapers in a row, each containing at least a tofu-size record.

Zhao Chuanxin combed his smooth hair, and his silky fingers made it easy to do the splits.

"Something's wrong. Why does it seem like an advertisement?"

Did anyone really spend money to sing his praises in newspapers?

The knife pulled the buttocks and opened the eyes.

No wonder Zaifeng Cup has a bow and snake shadow, no wonder he is said to be an invitation to buy people's hearts.

After four short fights, I was exhausted.

Yao Bing shouted: "Master, come and play too."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Once my teacher comes on the court, you will lose the fun of playing in the future."

The four little ones refused to obey and asked again and again.

Zhao Chuanxin put down the newspaper: "That's fine, but the masters fight against themselves."