The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The azure crystal battery is not small, 15 cm square, but it is not worth mentioning in terms of volume or weight compared to the lead-acid battery at this time.

The only drawback is that the azure crystal battery can only discharge, and cannot charge the azure crystal, otherwise Zhao Chuanxin would have another business that makes a fortune every day.

Zhao Chuanxin mixed and refined the soft gold alloy according to the proportion.

Xingyue manipulated the black puppet craftsman to grow the camera body with soft gold alloy and wrapped the assembled parts tightly.

Zhao Chuanxin installed the film and battery, turned on the lens and looked, everything in the house was clearly visible.

He carried the camera to Zhao Zhengze and pointed the lens at Zhao Zhengze: "Son, give dad a smile."

Zhao Zhengze: "Wow..."

He started to howl.

"Zhao, you are finished."

Having said that, Zhao Chuanxin used his knees to support the cradle to quiet him.

For some reason, children in later generations are prone to hernia, but children at this time seem to have very few problems.

It is said that hernia is caused by crying.

In short, you must hold it. If you don't hold it for a while, it will cry and make a fuss, and if you cry too much, you will get a hernia.

It is said that the cost of raising children in later generations has increased, leading to an increase in the proportion of parents doting on their children?

So, will humans evolve in a fragile direction?

Zhao Chuanxin said to the pole microphone: "Zhao Zhengze, you are chubby and don't have the heroic spirit of your father. With your father's body, I would not wear a shroud when I die, but would be bare-chested. Do you believe it?"

Zhao Zhengze pursed his lips and said nothing.

I don't know if he didn't want to say it or really didn't want to say it.

Ganfan said: "I believe it."

Zhao Chuanxin easily carried the heavy camera and could hold the book with his other hand.

This is the enlightenment book he prepared for Zhao Zhengze, which is full of illustrations, which Zhao Chuanxin drew these days.

But the content is a bit weird.

Zhao Chuanxin pinched the book with his thumb, middle finger, ring finger and little finger, and tapped one of the pages with his index finger: "Zhao Zhengze, what is this?"

At this time, the baby's vision is extremely limited, and Zhao Zhengze can't see clearly, but he is curious.

Zhao Chuanxin brought the book closer: "What is this? You don't know this? This is a pirate ship."

Teaching this kind of thing, Ganfan was shocked: "Why is the pirate ship so small?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Nonsense, if pirates had big ships, they would run cargo."

Ganfan: "I think I haven't read enough books."

Zhao Chuanxin tapped the picture of another page of Continental Lures: "Zhao Zhengze, what is this?"

Ganfan: "I'll answer for him, this is a Continental Lures."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Wrong, this is the Equality Device for All Beings."

Ganfan: "Are you a qualified father? What will this child look like when he grows up?"

And Zhao Zhengze looked like he had learned something.

Zhao Chuanxin put on the lens cover and turned off the power.

He wanted to see how the film he had just taken looked, but the problem came - there was no projector.

Because it was a sound film, it had to be projected using new technical media standards.

Another day, Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue made a sound drum, photoelectric sensor, and speaker.

The photoelectric sensor on both sides, connected to two speakers respectively, is a dual-channel.

Based on the traditional projector, it must be adapted to dual-channel.

In addition, the width of the film is different, and the screen must change accordingly.

Therefore, at this time, the mainstream film production line in the world must be rebuilt to adapt to Zhao Chuanxin's three cameras.

But Zhao Chuanxin's film production line is in another world.

It took two days for Zhao Chuanxin to build a projector.

He shaded an empty room and put up a screen.

Benjamin Goldberg, Yao Bing, Defu, Zhao Hongzhi, and Jiang Mingxin sat on small stools with a posture that was ten thousand times more obedient than in school, and waited with their chins supported by their hands.

In addition, there were plump women who took care of the children and two maids waiting to watch the movie.

"Can it work?" Miao Cuihua was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would make a fool of himself.

After all, it was a big deal.

Zhao Chuanxin vowed: "Remove the '.'"

Miao Cuihua hugged Zhao Zhengze: "Can it work?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He wanted to use his strength to get rid of doubts.

"Get ready, the small theater in the No. 1 courtyard of Yanguang Road is about to start."

Then he turned on the projector.

The world's newest electric projector began to rotate, and the screen appeared.

Because it was not edited, the camera started from the wall and then turned to Zhao Zhengze.

"Zhao Zhengze, you are chubby, you don't have your father's heroic spirit. With your father's body, I would not wear a shroud when I die, just bare-chested, do you believe it?"

"Woof woof woof!"

Miao Cuihua couldn't believe it: "You told the children this?"

The four children and Jiang Mingxin laughed so hard that they fell backwards.

The two maids were amazed.

The plump woman covered her mouth in shock: "Why is there still sound? Movies in the cinema have no sound?"

A maid said: "I have seen movies, and there is no such color?"

Another maid said: "I have seen it too, this is really brighter than movies in the cinema..."

Zhao Hongzhi likes to show off: "I know this, this is new technology - color movies with sound."

The following scenes made the four children laugh so hard that they fell backwards on the small stool.

Miao Cuihua's pretty face turned cold: "Okay, okay, you are going to teach your children like this?"

"Of course." Zhao Chuanxin said proudly: "Every great journey must have a brave beginning."

It's a pity that the film is too short.

The four children and Jiang Mingxin shouted: "Play it again!"

Zhao Chuanxin played it again.

In fact, not only the children like to watch it, Zhao Chuanxin found that everyone likes to watch it.

Although in Zhao Chuanxin's opinion, the picture is as blurry as shit compared to HD, Blu-ray and 4K.

But for people at this time, it was shocking enough.

That's not the voice of a ventriloquist, it's actually Zhao Chuanxin's voice.

The accessories of the camera and projector are primitive, but not rough. Only because of the cooperation between Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue, the craftsmanship has reached the highest level possible.

So there was no failure.

When the fourth child and Jiang Mingxin asked to play it a third time, Zhao Chuanxin's face turned dark: "This film must be kept as a souvenir. If it is played too many times, the film will be damaged."

"ah……"

Everyone was disappointed.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master, how about you make a movie about Guan Yu warming wine and beheading Hua Tuo, it would be great."

Zhao Hongzhi was stunned: "If Guan Yu beheads Hua Tuo, who will scrape his bones?"

Yao Bing was shocked: "What the hell? I've only heard of scraping people's fat and cream, but I didn't expect Hua Tuo to be even more ruthless. He even scraped his bones. He must be a big corrupt official!"

Jiang Mingxin had confusion on his face: "If I remember correctly, Hua Tuo is Hua Xiong's relative, right? That's right. Because of this, Guan Yu warmed his wine and beheaded him..."

While they were talking about "The New Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Zhao Chuanxin lifted the curtain and opened the curtain.

He said to Miao Cuihua: "I have to go back to Sakhalin, and I will have to work hard for you next."

Miao Cuihua pulled him aside and asked in a low voice: "Ming Xin likes to hide things under the bed. Did you tinker with the weird Guanwai magic lamp in her wooden box?"

Zhao Chuanxin's face showed confusion: "What do you mean by turning off the magic lamp? I don't know."

"Then she holds the magic lamp outside at night and mutters about the servants of the gods. Does this have nothing to do with you?"

"Servant of God? Turn off the magic lamp? Little girl, have you watched too much "Arabian Nights"?"

"What about Zhao Hongzhi's mirror box that is missing his arms and legs?"

"What? How dare he take a gun? See if I don't tell his father!"

"Pretend, keep pretending, nothing will escape my notice."

"Brother, you are exaggerating when you talk to a mage about Dharma Eyes."

"..."

…

Before returning to Sakhalin, Zhao Chuanxin spent "a huge amount of money" to send Lubin Mansion.

He can act as a hands-off boss and handle government affairs remotely using a wireless mobile phone, but he needs to show up to stabilize public sentiment.

In Lubin Mansion, Yao Bing's friend Kurd is running their new business - selling sausages.

After Yao Bing left, he was the one who made the decision.

Kurd led a group of snot-nosed children. He put his hands in the sleeves of his leather jacket and blew hot breath from his mouth to greet passers-by.

"I sell sausages and sell sausages..."

Someone asked: "How to sell it?"

Kurd hunched his shoulders and slumped his back, with a smile on his face: "Look at this sausage, it is thick and long, the recipe of Tsarist Russia. One dime for one sausage, two for five horns and half of it."

But the man didn't seem to be short of money, so he subconsciously said: "Two cigarettes and half a stick."

Kurd's eyes lit up: "Okay... I'll wrap it up for you."

The man suddenly reacted: "Huh? Something's wrong. One dime for one, why do you need five horns for two?"

Kurd's eyes immediately dimmed, and he sighed and said, "You can buy them one by one, but you can't add the half."

It's a pity that others didn't step on the minefield.

The man glared at him: "Then I'll buy them one by one, twice. When doing business, you should pay attention to integrity. You don't learn it well at a young age."

"Your Majesty, you are right. I am indeed not good at studying, so I am not good at arithmetic."

"snort!"

Wait for the person to pay and leave.

Kurd and a group of snot babies continued: "I'm selling sausages..."

"How to sell it?" Suddenly a man wearing a sheepskin hat covering his face asked.

"Look at this sausage. It's thick and long. It's a Russian recipe. One dime for one, two for five cents and half of it."

"Where are the three?"

"Three, three, three seven horns."

“I bought it and don’t want it, can I return it?”

"Refunds are available on site, but no refunds will be given after leaving."

"Okay, give me two on the spot, and I'll return two on the spot, so you only need to give me the half of the extra, and I don't have to pay for it."

Kurd was confused: "Huh?"

At this time, Arsu from behind picked up an ax and chopped it hard on the chopping board: "Sir, are you here to make us happy?"

Zhao Chuanxin took off his sheepskin hat and said, "You little brats, how dare you lie and threaten?"

Because Zhao Chuanxin had shaved off his beard, several people didn't recognize him for a while: "The hell are you playing tricks on me?"

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Kurd's ear with his left hand, and grabbed Arsu's ear with his right hand: "Who the hell are you?"

Kurd glared at the boss: "Prefect, Lord Prefect?"

All the snot-nosed kids were shocked.

Zhao Chuanxinzhao kicked one person in the butt and asked sullenly: "What's wrong? Is this Yao Bing's idea?"

Kurd gave in obediently: "No, it was my idea, sir. I know my mistake and I will never dare to do it again."

Zhao Chuanxin dropped the two cents and wrapped them in two sausages: "Business is business. If I dare to kill you again, I won't kill you!"

After that, he carried two sausages and returned to Lubin Mansion Yamen.

"Master Prefect!"

"My lord is back..."

The magistrate's office is in a state of chaos.

Zhao Chuanxin greeted him all the way, and finally went to the accounting office and threw it on Rebecca Levi's desk: "Tsarist Russian formula, thick,

And long.

You should be cool while it's hot, otherwise the weather will be freezing and freezing. "

The throw was so big that Rebecca Levi shuddered.

Rebecca Levi was ecstatic: "Sir, you are trying too hard. I am the first person to do this when you come back?"

"No, although you are quite handsome, I only care about the people of Lubin Mansion, so I will look at them first."

Rebecca Levi's eyes narrowed: "Confused, sir, I am a common person."

Her face turned from slightly pale to visibly rosy.

Just looking at Zhao Chuanxin, there is a cloud-moisturizing effect.

Not to mention that Zhao Chuanxin had shaved off his beard, she would still recognize him at first sight even if he had shaved off his beard.

"Please restrain yourself."

Zhao Chuanxin showed his face and turned around to leave.

"Sir, I will light a red candle for you and wait for you."

Zhao Chuanxin met Cui Fenghua and Zhang Shouzeng.

Finally, he went to Yao Jia's office.

The office door is open.

I heard someone inside say: "Sir, this is a good deal. You will definitely make some money. You only need to invest three thousand taels of silver."

Yao Jia's voice came: "No, I am old, deaf and blind, and have no ambition. You should find another sponsor."

"Sir, your ambition is not your age!"

"Are you saying that you don't have to be young if you have ambitions?"

"Exactly."

"I haven't read much, so I don't want to interact with people who have read less. You might as well invite me back."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin passed by the merchant and entered the house.

Close the door smoothly.

Yao Jia yelled: "You bitch, you actually deceived me?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Why didn't you let the patrol officers arrest him?"

"Ah, the magistrate is back, and Pengpi is shining brightly." Yao Jia turned from anger to joy: "We can't arrest him. Outsiders don't know why, and they will spread lies, which will cut off the trade route."

It has to be said that there is a reason why Yao Jianeng does good business.

He can tolerate this kind of stuff.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him about the current situation of Lubin Mansion.

Yao Jia mainly reported to him the construction progress of Lubin Mansion this year.

By the way, Yao Jia quietly revealed her intention to make a movie.

"Making a movie? Xi Liancheng?" Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Movies should have their own complete system. The ontology of film images, the psychology of film origins and the evolutionary view of film language are the philosophical, psychological and aesthetic basis of this system. I am both a fan of realism and a pioneer of aestheticism, but if you haven’t seen a real movie, you don’t know its charm.”

Zhao Chuanxin had already invested in building a movie theater. Yao Jia listened to what Zhao Chuanxin said clearly and quickly asked: "What should the movie look like? Herbert Ponting and the British devils are in our Lubin Mansion. I plan to Let him make a movie, but he can’t decide what to make.”

"Let's raise him first." Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yao Jia: "These are the curtain parameters and the drawings of the cinema screening room. You make the changes according to this, and I will shoot one first and give it to you for reference later."

Before leaving the office, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly remembered something and took out a few things from the secret realm.

"Your sister gave this to you."

Two pairs of snow boots, some pairs of cotton socks, two pairs of knee pads, a thermal vest and a cotton coat were placed on the desk.

Yao Jiamei is the wife of Zhao Zhongyi and the great-great-grandmother of Zhao Chuanxin.

Yao Jia pursed her lips, looked far away, and tried her best to conceal her emotions.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin went out and closed the door.

He went to his office and asked Cui Fenghua to bring in a mountain of official documents and read through them.

In fact, Xingyue manipulated the black puppet craftsmen to process and screen.

From huge investments to neighborhood disputes, Zhao Chuanxin will carefully check everything that is flagged.

The rest are buried in the pile of official documents.

This process takes two days.

The next day, Li Shutong came to Zhao Chuanxin's office.

"How is a great talent doing in this barren land like Lubin Mansion?"

Li Shutong had "囧" written all over his face, and his expression was as melancholy as the wind and snow outside: "Lubin Mansion is not a barren land. I teach music and painting in the school, and I have no worries about food and clothing, livelihood, and long vacations. But I always feel like something is missing.”

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Can't you perform a drama?"

"There is a reason for this."

“Can’t play music to the public?”

"Um, how come you know everything?"

Zhao Chuanxin's ability to see into people's hearts is sophisticated and unique.

Li Shutong is a body of contradictions.

When you are extremely still, you think about moving; when you are extremely active, you think about stillness.

People like him must live in different ways.

Once you go to extremes, your thoughts tend to slip, and you always want to become a monk to escape the world.

Zhao Chuanxin had to give him a goal: "The Lubinfu Cinema and Theater are integrated. They will be opened after the spring comes next year. You will have a lot of opportunities to appear on stage. In addition, I am planning to shoot a movie and ask you to create background music together." ”

"Background music?" Li Shutong didn't understand.

"Most of the movies at this time were documentaries. I wanted to make a feature film that would use symbols to express subjective thoughts, use background music without narration, and use quick editing to form an accelerated montage."

"I still don't understand."

"For example, I want to make a movie about Sakhalin. The content of the story is that of a framed exile. How can I express his miserable life? In addition to the camera, I also need to use desolate music to set it off. This is the background music."

"Oh, I understand." Li Shutong looked strange: "Do you want to incite the Sakhalin people to rebel against the Tsar?"

"The output of ideology is often more useful than bleeding."

Li Shutong's eyes lit up after hearing this.

He doesn't care about the situation.

But music creation is extremely challenging.

But it's within his capabilities.

He asked eagerly: "When will it start?"

Zhao Chuanxin gave the script: "This is the script, you take it. Emotions are made into music, feelings are turned into notes, and after the movie is shot, soundtrack audio will be added. You compose the music first."

Li Shutong immediately stood up with the script in hand, his face no longer dejected.

Zhao Chuanxin returned to Lubin Mansion and stayed for a total of three days before returning to Sakhalin.

…

Ken Nakamura was not killed by the exiles trying to escape.

In addition to going to Fuxiang Tavern to cheat on salted eggs every day, he would also go to the Peacekeeping Bureau to recite laws after mowing grass during the day.

Jiang Taoliu saw him appearing for many days in a row and asked him curiously: "You don't know much about literacy, but you recite the law every day. Why is that?"

"Sir, I am a free citizen of the Peacekeeping Bureau. I recite it so as not to violate the law."

Jiang Taoliu was even more curious: "Why did you give up your Japanese citizenship?"

Nakamura Ken sighed: "Sir, everyone in Japan shouts loyalty to the emperor. But what does the emperor do? Whenever the people are too poor to survive, he incites the people to go to war. When most of the people are dead, there are still some who are still alive. People have a way to survive. My father was killed in the battle for Hill 203 during the Russo-Japanese War. The Russian machine gun shot him almost in two. His intestines were mixed with the corpses of his comrades, so I think it was burned. "My life was not given to me by the emperor, but by my father. In the Peacekeeping Bureau, I saw another option."

Jiang Taoliu was silent.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin returned to the Peacekeeping Bureau.

When Ken Nakamura saw him, he was surprised and said, "Mr. Zhao, it's me, Ken Nakamura, do you still remember me?"

Zhao Chuanxin held the script in his hand and said with a cigarette in his mouth: "When I eat charcoal-grilled oysters, I think of Shakespeare, when I eat fish, I think of the Bible, and when I eat chicken, I think of "The Legend of Kun." But I really Can't think of you."