The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"Okay girl, Zhao Zhengze has given you a hard cock, and you can't even open your eyes. Go back to sleep."

Jiang Mingxin is rocking the cradle.

"Dad, I'm not sleepy, I can still relax for a while."

Jiang Mingxin even had a bit of stubbornness on her face.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know why.

Finally, when her head leaned against the wall, Zhao Chuanxin gently picked her up and took her back to the house.

He always felt that Jiang Mingxin was a little weird.

Until the next day, he "accidentally" heard Jiang Mingxin and Zhao Hongzhi talking.

"Anyang said, since my mother has Zhao Zhengze, now that I have Zhao Zhengze, they won't care about me."

He said his eyes were red.

Zhao Hongzhi was clumsy and at a loss. He didn't know how to comfort him: "Ming Xin, that's not possible. You see, we are not his children, but he treats us as his own children and gives us lucky money during the New Year. Now that I'm here, why don't I care about you?"

Jiang Mingxin cried: "That's different. Anyang said that parents will unconsciously develop a sense of comparison. The older grandson and younger son will only get preference."

Zhao Hongzhi suddenly said: "So these days, you don't come out to play with us, but you stay at home and take care of Zhao Zhengze every day?"

"Yeah." Jiang Mingxin bit her lip: "Anyang said, I have to be well-behaved, otherwise my mother will not only refuse to let me go to school, but if she is cruel, she will also make me beg on the street. Just because after having a man, a woman will be incompetent. It’s virtue.”

"No, no, if he dares to do that, I, I... my father said, I am probably older than him, so I will teach him a lesson."

Jiang Mingxin smiled with red eyes: "How dare you? You, you can't beat that little foreign devil."

"Nonsense." Zhao Hongzhi was furious: "I just let him. Besides, without his junior brother, he is no match for me. Defu and I have received military training."

Jiang Mingxin looked at Zhao Hongzhi who had a serious face, smiled sweetly, and then sighed: "I wish I had the Arabian magic lamp mentioned in "Arabian Nights"."

Zhao Hongzhi said proudly: "That's all a lie. I didn't believe it last year."

"You didn't believe it last year, and you still have the nerve to say it? How old were you last year..."

"Ah this..."

Zhao Chuanxin and Ganfan quietly retreated.

He sighed with a sigh on his face: "Hey, these children... finally don't speak 'I' anymore."

Ganfan at his feet: "Is this what you feel about?"

"What do you think?"

Ganfan said: "I thought you were lamenting that they are so old yet still believe in the stories in "Arabian Nights"."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

At night, Jiang Mingxin returned to the house, dragged her tired little body to the bed, and suddenly her eyes straightened.

There was actually a magic lamp placed on the bedside table.

It was a magic lamp made of copper wire, with a pink gemstone wrapped in the middle. I don't know if it was glass or something.

There are four words engraved on the mouth of the lamp: Guanwai Magic Lamp.

Ah this...

Jiang Ming's big, clear eyes rolled, and he ran out of the room and went to Miao Cuihua: "Mom, is Zhao Hongzhi here and entering my room?"

Miao Cuihua shook her head in shock: "No, didn't Hongzhi go to his grandpa's house in Nanling?"

Jiang Mingxin's eyes lit up instantly: "Oh, that's it, then I understand."

She hurried back to the room, picked up the magic lamp and looked back and forth.

She discovered that there was a row of small characters engraved on the handle of the magic lamp outside the pass: if you raise the magic lamp, you can make three wishes every year.

Her eyes brightened: "God must have seen me pitifully, so he gave me a magic lamp. Hehe, I have three wishes a year. What should I wish for..."

She thought for a long time and felt that three wishes a year were very precious.

After thinking about it, she raised the magic lamp and said, "Zhao Hongzhi has always dreamed of a real gun. Servant of God, Servant of God, I want to give Zhao Hongzhi a real gun."

Jiang Mingxin waited with her eyes closed.

After a while, she secretly opened her left eye a little, hoping that the servant of God would appear in front of her.

But there was nothing.

Jiang Mingxin stamped her foot: "I knew someone was lying to me!"

She was so angry that she almost dropped the magic lamp outside Guan Guan.

But out of the corner of her eye, she saw a mirror box on the floor.

Jiang Mingxin screamed in surprise: "Ah... it's true, it's true. God has been so kind to me!"

She hurriedly picked up the mirror box, but was dumbfounded after picking it up.

Students in Lugang Town, regardless of gender, must receive military training before going to school.

So Jiang Mingxin has also touched a real gun.

The large ring hammer of this mirror case is missing and the trigger is missing.

Jiang Mingxin just wanted to complain to God, but stopped in time.

She patted her smooth forehead in annoyance: "Oh, it's all my fault. I didn't make it clear. I should have made a wish - for a complete real gun. However, although the hammer and trigger are missing, Zhao Hongzhi should I don’t dislike that idiot, haha..."

After staring blankly at the mirrored box that he couldn't shoot for a while, Jiang Mingxin said to himself: "For the second wish, what should I make?"

Suddenly, her eye circles turned red again.

She closed her eyes and raised the magic lamp: "Servant of God, servant of God, my second wish is that I hope my mother and I will still love me."

There was no movement for a long while.

This time Jiang Mingxin opened his eyes generously and looked around, naturally there was nothing.

She was surprised and doubtful: "Has this wish come true? Forget it, I'll find out after a sleep."

The next day, Jiang Mingxin was woken up by a knock on the door.

She put on her clothes haphazardly with half-closed eyes. She didn't notice that the cashmere sweater was on inside out, and she left the house with her braids pointing forward and backward.

Zhao Chuanxin stood at the door with a smile: "Girl, whatever you want to eat, I will cook it for you."

"Ah... uh..." Jiang Mingxin opened his mouth and yawned: "Dad, I want to eat wontons."

"Okay, just wait, I'll give it to you."

After all, making wontons is a lot of work. Kneading the dough, rolling out the dough, cutting the dough, stuffing, wrapping, and cooking are all a series of processes. I don’t know how much time is wasted.

However, it only lasted less than twenty minutes.

As soon as Jiang Mingxin finished washing up, Zhao Chuanxin put the steaming wontons on the table: "It's time to eat."

There are seaweed and shrimp skin in the soup, and chopped green onion and coriander are added to match the color. According to the taste, sesame oil is obviously added to enhance the flavor.

Miao Cuihua didn't wake up. Zhao Zhengze tortured her so much that she didn't sleep for a few hours, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't call her.

There are only two people at the table.

Jiang Mingxin was devouring the soup, while Zhao Chuanxin drank the soup slowly: "Girl, will I take you to a movie later?"

Jiang Mingxin swallowed the wontons and fanned her mouth because they were so hot: "Haha... Oh dear, Zhao Hongzhi said you don't like watching movies."

"Zhao Hongzhi and the others want to see it, so of course I won't take them with me. Even Zhao Zhengze, I won't take him with me. I will only take you to see it."

Jiang Mingxin's little hand holding the spoon froze.

Tears welled up in his eyes: it was the servant of God, he must be the servant of God in the magic lamp outside Guan Guan.

It's so pitiful that you still love me so much.

"Da Da, you are so kind."

Zhao Chuanxin pretended not to see it and bent down to scoop up the wontons for the dry rice.

He said cheerfully: "Yeah, including Zhao Zhengze, they are nothing. They only have a close relationship with you. Our close friends are just the kind who burn yellow paper and cut off the chicken's head."

Jiang Mingxin burst into tears and smiled: "Hehe... You are really talking nonsense, my dear."

"Yeah, they all said I was crazy, but I thought I was sane. I didn't expect you to say the same thing. I guess I was wrong about you."

"Oh, don't be sad, sir. Even if I'm talking nonsense, how could I be like them? We are all in the same group."

Jiang Mingxin was in an extremely good mood.

After finishing the wontons, Zhao Chuanxin greeted her: "Come here, I will comb your hair."

Jiang Mingxin tilted her head and said in disbelief: "Sir, can men also comb their hair?"

No one has combed her hair except her mother.

Zhao Chuanxin has an extra horn comb in his hand. He holds the left comb; he holds the right comb; he holds the upper two combs.

After putting away the horn comb, Zhao Chuanxin moved her hair upwards and tied it into a ponytail with a rubber band. He put his left thumb in the middle to stop the hair, pulled it into a circle and pulled it to the right and inserted the rubber band.

Then pull the hair and spread it into a circle, twist the excess hair to complete the circle, and then put it on with a rubber band.

What a meatball head.

"alright."

Zhao Chuanxin moved her young shoulders and looked at her briefly.

Good guy, the little loli has red lips and white teeth, and a tender face. No wonder that boy Zhao Hongzhi is obsessed with things, and his little apprentice Yao Bing is always taking a peek.

Jiang Mingxin extremely distrusted Zhao Chuanxin, so she ran back to the bedroom and measured it in front of the mirror: "Hey, it looks so weird."

She sneakily took out the magic lamp outside the pass.

Just when I was about to make a wish, I suddenly remembered that the magic lamp could only make three wishes in a year.

"No, wait until I think about what I want before I make a wish."

She carefully wrapped the magic lamp outside the gate with a handkerchief, carefully packed it into a small wooden box, and stuffed it in what she considered the safest place in the bedroom - under the bed.

That's the height of a child, because adults are reluctant to bend down.

She tiptoed to Miao Cuihua's bedroom, opened the room a small crack, and found that the curtains had been opened to let in light, indicating that her mother was awake.

"mother."

Miao Cuihua glanced at her: "You combed your hair yourself? You combed it very well."

Jiang Mingxin's eyebrows were filled with joy, and the corner of her mouth was filled with pride: "Really? Then I'll go out to play..."

"etc."

"What's the matter, mother?"

"What makes you happy?"

Jiang Mingxin hesitated: "No?"

Then he ran away in a flash.

Miao Cuihua went to the restaurant to find Zhao Chuanxin.

Although Zhao Chuanxin cooks, he does not wash the dishes; all is done by the maid.

"Do you know why Ming Xin is so happy?"

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth and said casually: "Maybe the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so I feel happy."

"..."

Her intuition told her that there was an undercurrent flowing quietly out of her control in this house.

She had to figure it out.

…

Nakamura Ken came to Fuxiang Tavern, took off his hat, and patted the snow foam on his legs with his felt hat.

The tavern was still filled with smoke, and there was a lot of people shouting and yelling. You would never find a gentleman or a chaste martyr here.

Maozi's women also came south to grab business.

Nakamura Ken listened to the sound of the piano and said: "It's a good song to play "Wives and Sons Sanqu"."

"Boy, I'm finally willing to cut your dirty hair." The bartender said with a smile, "Are you here to cheat on salted eggs again?"

"Please don't slander me, thank you. I will suggest Mr. Zhao to add the law of slander."

Upon hearing the mention of Zhao Chuanxin, the maozi next to him shouted: "I heard that Mr. Zhao Chuanxin went out many days ago and has not returned yet. That sissy Sato Masayoshi has been handling official business. Does this mean we can escape? "

They have no respect for Masayoshi Sato.

Ken Nakamura believes that this is also a slight on the Peacekeeping Bureau authorities.

He banged his fist on the bar and said, "If you try to run away, I will report you."

The guy originally said he was running away in a joking tone, but after hearing this, he was inevitably angry: "I'll kill you first before I run away. Anyway, I was exiled to Sakhalin for murder."

He thought he could scare Nakamura Ken, but Nakamura Ken was not afraid: "Everyone heard me, if I die, there is only one truth - he is the murderer."

"I would kill you and then escape. I already escaped anyway."

The two seemed to be quarreling, but from the thoughtful eyes of the people around them, they could see the danger.

Everyone thinks this kid is crazy. Isn't this looking for death?

Nakamura Ken knocked his fist on the bar again: "If you buy me a salted egg, I will tell you why you can't escape."

The bartender revealed: Look, you are really here to cheat on the salted eggs.

But that guy really bought him salted eggs.

"Say it."

Bartender: "..."

People around him pricked up their ears, and the shouts of gamblers unconsciously became weaker.

Ken Nakamura took a bite of the salted egg, and his face showed pleasure: "Hmm...not bad, this is the taste."

"Speak quickly, don't talk nonsense."

Ken Nakamura bared his teeth and said, "The sea water has frozen. If you run away, what boat will you take to leave?"

“I could walk on the ice at Aniva Bay to Japan.”

"When the Lord comes back, if he says a word, the Japanese will arrest you and send you back more diligently than arresting their own prisoners."

In his words and deeds, he seemed to no longer regard himself as a Japanese.

Mao Zi's expression was gloomy and uncertain. Sakhalin exiles generally lacked the ability to disguise their motives: "It's not certain when Mr. Zhao Chuanxin will come back."

"Do you dare to bet?" Nakamura Ken asked as he ate the eggs in small bites.

Maozi didn't dare.

Taken Nakamura's last shot: "Sakhalin has rain and snow for half the year. In this windy and snowy weather, by the time you reach Cape Clearon, the spring may have warmed up and the snow has melted. Stop worrying about it as soon as possible."

The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

At this time, the bartender suddenly said mysteriously: "You have misunderstood, you are all free citizens. I heard Boyarkov say that free citizens of the Peacekeeping Bureau can enter and leave Sakhalin freely. In other words, you You can leave at any time without violating the law.”

"What?"

"Is this true?"

Nakamura Ken became anxious, and he complained in a low voice to the bartender: "Why don't you tell me about this first?"

The bartender was surprised: "Why do I need to tell you first?"

"This way I can at least have a meal of salted eggs."

The bartender sneered: "Why?"

"Just because I'm poor, have you ever seen anyone in the Peacekeeping Bureau poorer than me? Besides, I'm still a child. Do you have any sympathy left? I mow grass and feed sheep on an empty stomach every day, so why don't I come here at night? Do you want to eat some salted eggs here to satisfy your appetite? Remember to tell me beforehand, don’t blame me for not reminding you.”

Bartender: "Hey, let me blanch..."

Ken Nakamura had turned around at this time and shouted loudly: "Although the law does not prohibit you from entering and leaving Sakhalin freely, but you have no money in your hands, what can you do if you go out? You have no money to build a house, no money to buy seeds, no money to buy livestock, Are you going out to beg? Don’t you think there are not enough beggars?”

Maozi, who bought him salted eggs, said disdainfully: "I can make money, what should I be afraid of?"

At this time, someone at the gaming table called him: "Galinsky, come and play cards."

"Okay, wait until I finish this sip of tequila."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp, rubbed his hands in the hope of bringing good luck, and ran away.

Nakamura Ken and the bartender looked at each other.

The bartender asked him: "I take it you are unwilling to let these people leave? Why are you still worried about the Peacekeeping Bureau?"

"Good-hearted person, since you asked, let me tell you this is a big secret - next year the Peacekeeping Bureau will allow everyone in the free people to have clothes to wear, everyone to have a house to live in, and every household to have a vegetable patch and a Corral, children can go to school, adults can make money..."

The reason why he said this was because these were the only good days in his memory.

After all, he has never seen delicacies, pavilions, wives and concubines, yachts and luxury cars...

The bartender blinked: "How do you know?"

"Haha, Mr. Zhao can go into the old forest to help me find sheep. Is that a normal relationship? Don't tell anyone. Okay, it seems there are no eggs to eat today, I will go home first."

When Zhao Chuanxin was mentioned, the bartender's face became more solemn.

As soon as Ken Nakamura left, the bartender spread the news in a blink of an eye.

After Ken Nakamura returned home, he muttered something while tossing and turning before going to bed: "You are all gone, where can I go to cheat on food and drinks? Tomorrow I will go to the Peacekeeping Bureau to recite the law."

Little did he know that once he was disturbed, the people's hearts, which were about to be stirred because Zhao Chuanxin had not shown up for many days, surprisingly stabilized.

…

Whether it was governing the people or doing business, Yao Jia's mind was never idle.

At this time, he was walking his dog and thinking about making a movie.

Zhao Chuanxin works like an antelope with its horns hanging, and there is no trace to be found, but it is never without purpose.

Major events outside the customs this year include the construction of railways and trams, and the construction of cinemas and Internet centers everywhere.

Wherever Zhao Chuanxin points, Yao Jia attacks, in addition to political considerations, they also follow to make money.

Since Zhao Chuanxin attaches great importance to movie theaters, Yao Jia wants to make movies.

Just take pictures of what?

He thought and threw a short stick.

Suba happily waggled his tail and sprinted for 100 meters, and soon came back with a short stick in his mouth and handed it to Yao Jia.

This game is endless fun.

Yao Jia took the stick, wiped the saliva with a rag in his hand, and threw the stick fiercely.

Suba rushed out and ran through the snow for a long time without seeing the stick.

It looked around as if its head was not very clear, and suddenly its eyes lit up...

While Yao Jiazheng was thinking, he suddenly heard a whimper.

He subconsciously looked down and saw Suba holding a dog leg in his mouth and dragging another dog back.

The whimpering sound comes from the mouth of the dog being dragged.

Suba shook the dog's leg, trying to hand it over to Yao Jia.

Yao Jia was stunned: "Suba, you are so incredibly stupid."

After the dragged dog was released, it ran away in terror - damn, there are so many crazy dogs these days.

Suba grinned: "Hishasha..."

It's hard to believe that this dog came out of the belly of a spirit.

Yao Jia's inner thoughts: Benjamin, that little bastard, believed in your ghost and adopted Suba who was blown up to heaven.

Suddenly Yao Jia thought of Niu Hanzhang, and then thought of Niu Zihou, the richest man in Jilin, and the Peking Opera class he founded in the capital.

"Here, why not let them go on stage and film a Peking opera, like "Dingjun Mountain"."

Then he thought of what Zhao Chuanxin said: "Peking opera is suitable for the stage, but the world of movies should be broader."

"Yes, my brother-in-law's heroic deeds are widely circulated. If it is shown on the screen, there will definitely be a lot of people outside the customs willing to spend money to see it."

…

Zhao Chuanxin fed him with shit and urine... no, he was not idle even when he was pulling Zhao Zhengze.

Occasionally he teleports to Qut Shallan to collect raw materials and transmit the Codex of the Old Gods.

Let the printing factory in Rune City help make the photosensitive emulsion, and let the natural science bachelor of Brilliant Oasis help make the triacetate film base.

Agure Ida and the others would hear the news every three days that the executioner general Victoriano Huerta was going to encircle Quite Shallan.

They were in a state of panic.

While Zhao Chuanxin was there, Pablo Rojas told Zhao Chuanxin his concerns.

Zhao Chuanxin is happy to have a baby boy and is in a beautiful mood.

The general executioner walked a narrow road, which was somewhat blinding.

"Although the road to Huangquan is far away, I can help you take a shortcut."

Zhao Chuanxin transported all the heavy weapons eliminated by the Lugang Town insurance team and sold them to the leader of the rebel army, Emiliano Zapata, on a buy-one-get-one-free basis.

The Mexican authorities were immediately overwhelmed.

The sparks of uprising have the potential to start a prairie fire, making the United States very angry.

In their free time, Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue tinkered with camera parts, fixing the lens, DC brushless motor, ratchet, microphone, current amplifier, optical amplitude modulator, dual audio track recording system...

He needed to make sure the movie could be made before he considered the playback equipment.

Zoom lenses are Xingyue’s specialty, so there’s no problem for it.

The technology is stuck on removable batteries.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on a lounge chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the setting sun brought the final shine.

This scene is exactly like that time, as if it were a lifetime ago.

He glanced at Zhao Zhengze who was sleeping soundly in the cradle, opened the "Old God Code" and entered it.

He borrowed the sight of the Fearless Pioneer to look at the notebook, which roughly recorded major events during this period.

A day in the cave means a thousand years in the world.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the Fearless Pioneer to use the energy fluctuation convergence rune fragments, teleport to the Shadow Forest, and then ride on a three-generation dragon to find a weirdo to develop a battery.

It's only been a few days since the Earth's dawn, but the weirdos have already conducted thousands of experiments.

When the finished product was delivered to Zhao Chuanxin, the inside of the battery was no longer lead-acid, but azure crystal and an electric energy conversion device.

According to the notes, the Intrepid Pioneer asked the weirdo at the time: "Why didn't you use lead acid?"

The ancestral weirdo who played with electricity in the world of "Code of the Old Gods" replied: "After heavy rain, there will be water in the pits. Lead-acid batteries will ruin my reputation."