The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

When Rebecca Levi saw Benjamin Goldberg, Yao Bing and Gan Fan, she turned back doubtfully, and then looked at Zhao Chuanxin who was smiling with his hands behind his back on the other side of the street.

Although I was happy to see Zhao Chuanxin, this scene seemed somewhat strange.

Benjamin Goldberg, Yao Bing, and Gan Fan just ran across the street, and now they are running back.

Yao Bing said excitedly: "Master, teach me this magic to instantly travel to the other side."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: "Shhh... don't yell. This is not a spell, it's a quick move."

He just prevented Tang Qunying from complaining about eavesdropping.

So flash across the street, away from the carriage.

Seeing that his junior brother actually believed it, Benjamin Goldberg said slyly: "Master, I have never met anyone whose legs and feet can reach my eyes. Don't lie to me because I don't have enough knowledge."

The two apprentices were becoming more and more difficult to deal with. Zhao Chuanxin interrupted: "I asked you to study gasoline bombs. How are you doing with your research?"

They are still waiting for the petrol bombs to force Meiji and Yamagata Aritomo to submit.

Just as Benjamin Goldberg was about to speak, Rebecca Levi waved fiercely across from him: "Sir, we are here."

Zhao Chuanxin had no choice but to go over: "Go to the government office to find me tomorrow."

Before he got into the car, Ganfan suddenly rushed to follow him.

Rebecca Levy's ground skills have improved again.

Her move of using a neck and a drum to press a heavy hammer makes the opponent come out very quickly.

Even someone as strong as Lao Zhao can't bear it.

But in the end he was not defeated. It can only be said that the only one who came out of the bedroom was Zhao Chuanxin.

There is another person who was KOed.

There are neon lights and ice sculptures outside the mansion, and snowflakes can be seen falling through the windows.

The snowflakes are only visible in the fan lights. The feeling and atmosphere are irresistible to the small potatoes in the south and the big sweet potatoes in the north.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on a recliner, squatting on the ground while doing his work, and he and the dog looked out the window quietly.

Ganfan said: "The lifespan of dogs of my breed is usually no more than 13 years. Now they have completed one-third of their lives. Even if you practice balancing, you may not be able to add a few years."

Zhao Chuanxin's comfortable posture paused, and then the recliner began to shake again: "In the era of precarious life, every year you spend is a profit. The New Year is coming soon, and you have made another year. I am so happy for you."

Ganfan raised his paw and scratched the dog's face: "I just feel sorry for the world. When I die, the earth will lose another great thinker and philosopher. It is an unbearable loss."

"Hey..." Zhao Chuanxin looked at the flying goose feathers and sighed: "Who will follow your shameless energy?"

…

Around the world, Japan is not the only one who studies Zhao Chuanxin.

Igor Sikorsky went to Paris to study aerodynamics with the support of his sister.

At this time Paris was the center of European flight.

After studying for more than half a year, Igor Sikorsky returned to Kyiv and began researching and manufacturing aircraft.

He studied at the Naval War College in St. Petersburg, then Paris to study engineering, then the Kiev Polytechnic, and finally returned to Paris.

Now he is only 21 years old, which shows that this man is also a genius.

Maozi's local newspapers often ignore the facts when promoting foreign affairs.

When reporting on bombings in many places in Japan, the author did not mention "suspect" and directly pinned the murder charge on Zhao Chuanxin.

After Igor Sikorsky saw the report, he, like reporters, the Japanese and other great powers, wondered how Zhao Chuanxin blew up these places.

Based on the damage done at the scene, it is estimated that the bombs were exploded from the top instead of being brought indoors.

The power is so terrifying, and the size and weight of the bomb are not too small.

Normally, it is impossible for people to move heavy objects to the roof and then detonate them.

But many people think that Zhao Chuanxin can carry a cannon up the battlements to bombard the Forbidden City, and it is no big deal to put a bomb on the roof.

But Igor Sikorsky didn't think so.

His eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, this is not a bomb placed on the roof at all, otherwise the energy released will spread upward and around. Zhao Chuanxin is a bomb dropped from the air!"

Human imagination is progressive.

Before the advent of aerial bombs, few people would have thought of this.

But Igor Sikorsky thought of it.

And he became more and more sure of his judgment.

"If I install a bomb on a plane and throw it down, wouldn't it mean that it can blow up wherever I want? If there were ten bomb-dropping planes like this, all dropping bombs together, would Zhao Chuanxin still be alive even if he had extraordinary abilities?"

His biggest dream is to build a helicopter.

But with the current level of technology, building a helicopter is an impossible task.

Now, the next best thing is to develop winged aircraft that can carry bombs into the sky.

After being inspired by Zhao Chuanxin's bombing of Japan, he actually contacted the Tsarist Russian monster monk through many layers of connections.

Just because Rasputin has been helping Nicholas II study how to deal with Zhao Chuanxin.

As soon as he heard that someone had come up with a brilliant idea that would allow Zhao Chuanxin to die without a burial place, Rasputin encouraged the Tsar to provide scientific research funds to develop such an aircraft for airborne bombs.

Nicholas II, who hated Zhao Chuanxin deeply, gave a thumbs up after hearing the bomber's idea and said: "Reliable!"

…

Rebecca Levy couldn't be happier.

Ever since Zhao Chuanxin said she had kidney deficiency last time, she had been looking for old Chinese doctors everywhere to take medicine to replenish her body.

Then she released all her stored energy on Zhao Chuanxin with one move after another.

Just before the Chinese New Year, she was supposed to have her menstruation at the same time as Tang Qunying, but it came late.

"Xitao, I may be pregnant."

Women always have their periods at the same time as their roommates and best friends.

Tang Qunying's face lit up: "Really?"

Immediately, she blamed herself for her secret joy: "Mother is more valuable than her son. This is an insult to women!"

"Harm!" Rebecca Levi rolled her eyes: "Can you say something else? Is it a sin to continue the family line? God has arranged it this way."

Tang Qunying was tangled in her heart, and two voices quarreled: "Do you want to inform the prefect?"

"No, don't tell him yet."

Back in Lubin Mansion, Zhao Chuanxin often carried a gun, dragged a sledge, and went hunting with dry food.

"Woof woof woof..."

"When you tell me where there are wild boars, I will scare them away with your screams."

Gan Fan: "Then I'll keep my voice down."

If he catches a pheasant, Zhao Chuanxin only needs to run over and the pheasant will flutter and plunge into the snow nest.

Zhao Chuanxin took off from the running and lay down, grabbing the pheasant neck.

Gaba.

The neck was broken, blood was bled, the body was collected and thrown onto the sledge.

When a wild boar saw him, it lowered its head, bared its teeth, and roared at him.

The Japanese admired this gesture very much and imitated it to develop the pig attack tactic.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his bow and set an arrow.

Whoosh...

The poor arrow penetrated straight into the wild boar's head, and the wild boar ran another seven or eight meters before falling in the snow.

Qianfan rushed over, circling around the wild boar and calling out.

"It's up to you to handle it after it dies."

Gan Fan immediately stopped and said cheerfully: "Instinct, it's just instinct, haha..."

Zhao Chuanxin loaded a bunch of prey onto the sledge, tied it with a rope, and then put it on the traction handles on both sides of the three-generation dragon.

"Get in the car."

The dry food is served first, and Zhao Chuanxin is served later.

Sandai Youlong turned on the air conditioner inside, and Ganfan said, "It's too hot, turn it down."

"How about you go out and ride the sledge?"

"It's too cold."

Zhao Chuanxin remembered the time when it was a child, like a meat ball.

Every winter, when you open the door and let it out, it immediately dives into the snow nest and humps around like a mole underneath.

After playing for a while, I was shivering from the cold, but I didn’t want to go back.

One time, it was warming itself by the stove, and its fur was burnt, and it screamed in pain.

In the blink of an eye, many years passed.

When they arrived at Barhu, Zhao Chuanxin put away the three generations of dragons, with a rope on his shoulders and another rope on Ganfan's shoulders.

One person and one dog braved the cold wind and dragged a sledge through the wilderness.

The frost dyed the beard, hair and dog hair white.

Zhao Chuanxin's short beard and eyebrows were covered with frost, and it was no better when he was working hard.

But Qianfan ran happily, and the barking of the dog was carried far away by the cold wind.

It had been a long time since it had been alone with Zhao Chuanxin, let alone taken out to play like he did when he was a child.

When the sun went down, Zhao piled snow and built a snow house.

Gan Fan was at the side and commanded: "Don't want a spire, just a dome."

"The door is too big, and it's easy for wind to enter."

Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: "Oh, you can do it, why don't you go ahead?"

Building an igloo is not that simple.

Whether building with snow bricks or digging into snowdrifts, one prerequisite is that the snow is compact enough.

The method Zhao Chuanxin adopted was to use snowdrifts to dig out from the inside.

A simple snowdrift was built, and one person and one dog got into it. Zhao Chuanxin also erected a chimney.

He cheated and took out the water. Lord Run's greeting evaporated the water into mist and adhered to the surface of the snow, quickly freezing hard.

He took out the stove and started a fire.

"What do you want to eat wild boar?"

As expected, Gan Fan said: "Dip it in garlic sauce."

It is a common saying among the Manchus that a big dog is a fat kid.

Ganfan was brought from Defu's house. At that time, Defu's father was a heavy smoker and the family was poor. Without Zhao Chuanxin, Ganfan was destined to be a defective product in the litter.

Must starve to death.

Later, he followed Zhao Chuanxin, and his favorite food was fatty pork.

The wild boar is not that fat, but it is okay, after all, there is no shortage of oil and water for cooking.

To slaughter domestic pigs, you need to boil water to scald the skin and then shave the hair. This is not possible for wild boar, which must be skinned directly.

Zhao Chuanxin cut off a pig's hind leg, peeled it, cut it into small pieces and put it in a pot to stew.

When the pig's hind legs are mushy, take them out and tear the meat from the bones.

Two sauce bowls, two large dinner plates.

Eat meat with dry rice, dip the meat in the garlic sauce, then shake your head to shake off the minced garlic and green onion before eating.

Zhao Chuanxin: "The problem."

Gan Fan swallowed the meat and said, "It's just for taste."

At this time, men, women, old and young all celebrate the New Year.

Those with good conditions can wear new clothes and new shoes, while those with poor conditions can at least eat dumplings.

In short, during the Chinese New Year, you should at least treat your stomach.

Zhao Chuanxin does not believe in ghosts and gods, but he likes the sense of ritual during the New Year and likes to watch others busy with ancestor worship and so on.

Benjamin Goldberg bought a house in Lubin Mansion and hired servants.

During the Chinese New Year, he invited all the servants' families to his house.

Zhao Chuanxin originally planned to invite him to his home to celebrate the New Year, but he didn't expect that they had even set up the kitchen table.

There are five tributes on the table: boiled pork loin strips, fried vermicelli, cabbage, meatballs, and tofu puffs.

On the wall is a colorful portrait of a foreign ancestor, male and female, with typical foreign faces, but wearing official uniforms of the Qing Dynasty, nondescript.

The tablet reads: The ancestors of Jinbao.

Two big red candles as thick as a child's arms were lit brightly, and three sticks of incense were lit in the incense burner, and smoke filled the air.

"Master, you are here."

Benjamin Goldberg looked very excited. He was wearing a shiny thick cotton brocade robe and a melon cap on his head. He really looked like the foolish son of an old rich man who inherited a fortune after his parents died.

"Forehead……"

Can your ancestors agree to this?

"Master, it's Chinese New Year, why are you coming to my house?"

"Uh...it's okay, it's okay, I'm leaving."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and left.

Pure excess.

As soon as he left the house, Zhao Chuanxin came in again, carrying oysters, sea fish, and wild boar meat: "Let's go."

Benjamin Goldberg shouted: "Gangfan, why don't you stay for New Year's Eve?"

Gan Fan: "I have to go home and watch the New Year's Eve."

Zhao Chuanxin saw Yao Bing and a group of snot babies whizzing past in the street.

No matter how full the flavor of the year is at this time, it will only be stronger as long as there are children.

The south pays more attention to the New Year's Day, but in the north, on New Year's Eve, children will put on new clothes and run wild.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the clothes of the dozens of snot babies and saw that they were all wearing new clothes, so he knew that the people of Lubin Mansion were living a relatively well-off life.

"Master!"

As soon as the sound came, the person had already run away.

It really comes and goes like the wind.

Gan Fan said: "I seem to see a trace of panic on your face."

Ganfan, a breed of dog, is almost the most observant dog in the world.

He knows his owner's intentions with just one look and is a good herding hand.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin's face was expressionless and he said calmly: "You are wrong."

"Really? Did I blind my eyes while studying? I shouldn't. I am in my prime."

Gan Fan is suspicious: What is he afraid of?

Among the houses in the row of Zhao Chuanxin's residence, the door gods at other people's doors are usually Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong, while those who worship the ancients have Shen Tu and Yu Lei.

For the more alternative ones, Zhong Kui and Wang Lingguan, Wei Zheng and Bao Gong and Wen Tianxiang...

When arriving at Zhao Chuanxin's residence, people passing by must stop and take a few glances, then snicker and cover their mouths before leaving.

So much so that Tang Qunying felt ashamed to see anyone.

On the gate, on the left side is a monk who jumps up and raises his arms as if he will take a picture of the shouting monk at any time, which reads: Dawei Tianlong.

On the right is a Taoist priest with a flying beard and a ferocious face, carrying a sword box with a flying sword on his back, and writes: The sky and the earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law.

If you enter the door, you can also see the God of Wealth.

The God of Wealth is Yuanbaojin Ruyi. The image of Zhao Chuanxin’s God of Wealth is wearing sunglasses, twirling his beard and writing a check, with 10,000,000 written on the checkbook...

Whenever Tang Qunying comes in or out, he always says: "Nonsense."

If Rebecca Levi had listened, she would have said, "You can't say it, it's unlucky."

Not long after she came to China, she fell into the custom of asking for oral fortune during the twelfth lunar month.

After entering the twelfth lunar month, you must not say words such as "death", "insufficient", and "finished".

In addition to her own accounting duties, she does not allow others to estimate the amount.

Guan Dui'er is a Guanwai dialect. For example, if you are collecting grain and putting a pile of grain there, you must not say: "I'm afraid there are not more than three stones in this grain!"

It seems that the food originally costs five dan, but as long as you say it, it really is less than three dan.

Tang Qunying sneered at this.

She once thought at night that Miao Cuihua's straightforward, cheerful and daring personality was more at odds with her.

But in the relationship between best friends, there is no way to prefer the new to the old or choose the right time.

Every Chinese New Year, Zhao Chuanxin would have to run away and break his leg.

It’s still the same order as last year, one in the east and one in the west.

He cooked a lot of shrimps and crabs in La Guadalupe Bay for later use. Everywhere he went, he would bring two to the table.

When he finally put Miao Cuihua and Zhao Zhengze to sleep, he closed the bedroom door and sat in the living room to wait.

Sure enough, not long after, Defu and other half-grown children came to kowtow.

"Uncle, happy New Year."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and took out the red envelope and handed it over: "It's good for you too."

Jiang Mingxin: "Happy New Year."

"Hello to you too."

Jiang Mingxin felt the thickness of the red envelope and felt secretly happy.

After a group of children all accepted the red envelopes, it was Zhao Hongzhi's turn who was standing there stupidly. He stretched out his hand and said, "Where's mine?"

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faded: "Yours is a lot of useful information."

Zhao Hongzhi was dumbfounded.

Completely forgetting the nonsense he said before: "What does Zhao Chuanxin mean..."

When Defu and a few others heard this, they immediately shouted: "Zhao Hongzhi, how can you repay our money if you don't have a red envelope?"

Zhao Hongzhi beat his chest and stamped his feet, and simply acted cruelly. He gritted his teeth and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao Chuanxin, I warn you to give me a red envelope quickly!"

The others were dumbfounded.

Can it still be like this?

Needless to say, Zhao Hongzhi had eaten so many things that made him even more courageous.

Zhao Chuanxin was really worried that he would throw a tantrum here and even punch and kick him.

This was his great-grandfather. He had to continue making troubles and endure beatings. It was impossible to fight back.

He touched his nose, turned around angrily, wrapped a red envelope and handed it over: "Here you go."

Zhao Hongzhi took a look, "Okay, okay, you really don't plan to give it, and you still want to pay it in cash, right?"

After receiving the red envelope, Zhao Hongzhi made a heavy sound from his nose: "Humph!"

He turned around and left without even saying New Year greetings.

Zhao Chuanxin also said: "Hmph!"

Looking at the time, it was not yet midnight. Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly teleported Quite Shalan and rode the three-generation dragon to the seaside, crossed the Gulf of Mexico, and crossed the Atlantic Ocean.

After walking for nearly five hours, it only took 4,300 kilometers of faith to reach Noordeenburg in The Hague.

In fact, the New Year is not celebrated here.

The Hague is 6 hours slower than in China. It was not past midnight when Zhao Chuanxin arrived, which was just the right time.

Zhao Lingjun had already taken a nap, and after waking up, she had been bleary-eyed waiting for her father to appear.

"Quack." The crow suddenly called twice.

Zhao Lingjun's blurred eyes suddenly opened: "Dad, have you brought me dumplings? I haven't had New Year's Eve dinner yet."

When Zhao Chuanxin looked at his daughter, he really wanted to tell himself: If he could save some faith, he would come earlier and he wouldn't have to stay up late.

Wilhelmina didn't sleep either. She glanced at Zhao Lingjun angrily and said, "Why are you eating dumplings in the middle of the night?"

"I want to have New Year's Eve dinner, don't worry about it." Zhao Lingjun glared at her mother.

"Quack!" the crow cheered.

Zhao Lingjun can not only walk, but also run, and his legs can fly very fast.

She ran to Zhao Chuanxin's knees and looked up at her father: "Dad, you won't tell me that you didn't make dumplings, right? In that case, I will be angry!"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, took out the rabbit-fur tiger head hat and put it on her, wrapped her tightly in a scarf and a cotton-padded jacket.

Wilhelmina saw this posture: "It's time, don't go out, she will fall asleep soon."

Zhao Lingjun turned back to her mother and said, "Don't fool me. I am no longer a child. No one can let me sleep without eating this New Year's Eve dinner."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "It's cold, you wait upstairs, I will take my daughter down to cook dumplings and bring them to you later."

After that, he opened the window with his daughter in his arms and jumped out.

Wilhelmina was startled: "Ah..."

I saw Zhao Chuanxin lightly stepping on the first floor Dou Gong and landing on the ground.

The crow also flew out.

Zhao Lingjun is not afraid at all.

Zhao Chuanxin set up a stove to boil water in the yard outside Nuldenberg.

Zhao Lingjun was wearing a thick down jacket and looked up at the side: "Dad, let me take a look."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the table, placed it in the courtyard, and carried Zhao Lingjun up.

When the water boils, he puts the prepared dumplings into the pot.

Zhao Lingjun's eyes widened: "Huh? Cabbage, goldfish, starfish, pagoda..."

Dumplings of various colors and weird shapes are put into the pot.

Zhao Lingjun's laughter flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly wiped it off for her.

"quack."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Codex" and looked at the cover: I will eat those goldfish later.

The Hague is suitable for eating dumplings outdoors in winter, which is like eating dumplings outside in the morning in the capital in the winter.

On the one hand it's a bit cold, on the other hand the dumplings are steaming hot.

Zhao Chuanxin cooled Zhao Lingjun and dipped it in some light garlic sauce mixed with water.

Zhao Lingjun sucked, not even chewing the dumpling skin.

She proudly looked up at her father and grinned, revealing a row of unattractive little baby teeth: "Hee..."

No taste at all.

The crow pulls the goldfish-shaped dumplings with its beak and waits for them to cool down.

The guards standing guard outside were not surprised.

Zhao Chuanxin coaxed the princess to sleep, and then went to bed to coax the queen to sleep.

By the time everyone fell asleep, Zhao Chuanxin was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Before he went to sleep, he took out 150 kilograms of newly made gasoline bombs from the secret place, looked at them, and quickly took them back.

One look at it, and the corners of Dream's mouth will turn up: "Now I'm just waiting for the good news from Miyashita Taiyoshi."