The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In peacetime, Zhao Chuanxin would never dare to train the team so wantonly.

But at this time, there were indeed too many forces on the borders of the three eastern provinces. The north was controlled by Russia, and the south was controlled by Japan. The Qing court was still the ruler in name, but it did not have the right to speak.

Not to mention Zhao Chuanxin's insurance team, even the bigger gangsters on the mountain can reach hundreds of people after several groups join together.

His five hundred people are really nothing. Even if a set of internal arrangements were developed, the Qing court would be unable to do anything to him.

Zhao Chuanxin even dared to say that he would not be afraid even if Xu Shichang's first association wanted to challenge him at this time. He did not believe that the Qing government could give him the pension. He was not afraid of death, but the other party was very afraid of death.

Because several old people, including Zhao Chuanxin and Shuangxi, suffered minor injuries, the insurance team was idle for a few days. After the expansion, they started training like crazy.

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Zhao Chuanxin is a lazy man.

His kind of laziness is laziness of not doing his job properly, not laziness of action.

Now it is too torture for him to recuperate on the recliner, smelling the body odor caused by not being able to take a bath all day long.

"Girl, raise the frame a little higher."

Jiang Mingxin pouted.

When she was not in school, she was assigned to serve Zhao Chuanxin and had to act like a conscientious book boy.

Recently, he has been trying to use short lines to outline portraits, and Zhao Chuanxin has practiced it well. It is estimated that if there is a short video now, and a video of him painting is recorded, it might become popular.

After finishing the last stroke, he nodded with satisfaction: "Girl, move the drawing board back. I want to have an overview of the whole situation."

Jiang Mingxin obediently obeyed: "Sir, can I go out to play?"

"Hey, you little girl, you are so blessed that you don't know how lucky you are. There are a lot of people who want to serve you, but you are the only one who loves you so much that you come here."

Jiang Mingxin curled his lips: "Dad, last time you asked me to do a down-to-earth job, you actually tricked me into sweeping the floor. It takes you a long time to paint, and you've missed your homework. How can you be so lucky?"

Souchou took out a piece of ocean from his pocket, flicked his thumb, and the ocean passed through the air, and the sunlight outside the window reflected the charming light on it.

Like a dog coveting sausages, Jiang Mingxin's big black and white eyes followed the arc of the ocean.

at last,

He took Dayang in his hand and showed a pleasant smile: "Thank you, Dad! You really understand me, Dad."

"Actually, I can also help you with your homework."

"My mother won't let me disturb you. By the way, Dad, the parents of some female classmates in the class don't let them go to school. I've lost a lot of playmates. Can you take care of that?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself, "Are there any people under my rule who would not let their girls go to school?"

So his face became solemn: "Go and call Uncle Li Guangzong."

Jiang Mingxin left happily.

A big move never disappoints people.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" Li Guangzong is now also a very important figure in Lugang Town.

There is law and majesty in your words and deeds.

But in front of Zhao Chuanxin, he still called him "sir" honestly.

"Are there any families in this town who don't want their girls to go to school?"

The weather was hot. Li Guangzong wiped his sweat and said: "There is no way. The concept that women's lack of talent is a virtue is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

After observing Zhao Chuanxin's expression, Li Guangzong added: "Sir, it's best not to force girls to go to school. It may have the opposite effect."

In this way, Zhao Chuanxin swallowed the words he blurted out.

According to his thinking, he has already provided the opportunity to go to school for free, but he still refuses to let his child go to school. It is really shameless.

"What can you do?"

"Learn from outside newspapers and do more publicity."

Today's progressive newspapers are like dogtail grass, which is as tenacious as a wildfire that cannot be burned away and springs back to life with the spring breeze.

Chinese people have begun to awaken in terms of consciousness.

After sitting for a long time, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly smiled: "Speaking of publicity, our Lugang Town has attracted a lot of people because of the expansion of the insurance team. With so many people in this town, it is time for us to have a publication of our own. .”

It is impossible to recruit all the people into the army, so when the insurance team is expanded, it is necessary to increase the number of people at the grassroots level.

The advantage of being large is that there are enough manpower to build the house, so it won't be like in the past when people come and they are blind, and they are busy working like headless flies.

Li Guangzong's eyes lit up: "Sir, shall we publish a newspaper?"

“No, let’s make journals!”

The newspaper was a little too low, so I flipped through it over and over again, and read it in a blink of an eye.

In 1822, experiments with photoengraving had already begun. In 1850, the French invented the copper-zinc plate photographic plate making.

To this day, although the powder-free etching method has not yet appeared, the most advanced plate-making equipment has taken shape.

The reason why today's newspapers are poor has something to do with money.

After all, even if the purpose of running a newspaper is not to make money, few people have the courage and strength to lose money all the time.

Immediately,

Zhao Chuanxin and Li Guangzong arranged their time carefully, first planning where to publish the magazine, how to build a house, and how to contact the comprador to purchase the latest plate-making technology.

"Now that the war has calmed down and the railway is open to traffic, we don't have to ride horses for ten days and a half like before."

Having wandered on the edge of life and death for a long time, mostly on horseback, Zhao Chuanxin's riding skills cannot be said to be superb, but only insurmountable within a certain range.

But now he is really afraid of traveling long distances on horseback.

Not only is it tiring, but it also wastes time.

Li Guangzong nodded: "This is not a problem. We have established connections along the way."

When people from Lugang Town went out to purchase plate-making equipment, newspapers from outside also came in.

The United States and Japan jointly exerted pressure to force the Qing court to hand over Zhao Chuanxin, the culprit.

As usual, Zhao Chuanxin was lying on the rocking chair and drinking tea leisurely. He handed the newspaper to Jiang Mingxin: "Girl, put this on the bookshelf. This is the best proof of your contribution to this era. It must be passed down for generations." of."

Jiang Mingxin seemed to understand: "Oh!"

In fact, the Qing government was determined to capture him, so the Qing government now had a chance. It’s just that the price to pay is high.

Where is the end of the world? The end of the world will always belong to some poor people.

Zhao Chuanxin is not among them!

For example, Xu Shichang received an order from the Qing court to arrest Zhao Chuanxin. He sipped tea with a normal expression and put the telegram aside: "Suppress it and ignore it.

Zhao Chuanxin said that this person is harmless to the country and is famous overseas.

This person cannot be taken! "

This rare strong-armed official in the Qing court knew many things clearly.

Maybe a Zhao Chuanxin is nothing great, but he cannot send a signal: he is afraid of the great powers!

This was contrary to his attitude towards the Japanese.

On the South Manchuria Railway, far away from Lugang Town, Japan is stationing troops to frantically test the bottom line of Lugang Town.

There was a group of people on horseback watching from a distance. Those Japanese soldiers looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Telford has always wanted to join the insurance team, although he was not able to do so because of his age. But this time Zhao Zhongyi brought him along for the first time, and it was great to see the world.

Defu imitated the people from the insurance team and held up the binoculars: "Uncle Zhao, the Japanese are really good and fun-loving, look at how scared they are."

Zhao Zhongyi smiled calmly like a general: "If you give them three points of color at this time, they will dare to open a dyeing workshop. Everyone obeys the order. Now retreat five miles to rest and attack tonight!"

Hearing this, Defu's face was filled with excitement.

Once upon a time, Zhao Hongzhi was the stupid snot-nosed kid, while Defu was able to figure things out and guide the country. Now, Zhao Hongzhi spends time in school every day, wandering in the ocean of knowledge, while Defu aims at the insurance team and vows to protect his family and country.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, Zhao Zhongyi patted Defu on the shoulder: "This time I just want to show you the world. When you go back, go to school and study hard. Wait until you are eighteen years old before you sign up.

Your father took a new concubine and gave birth to a big fat boy.

You are now eligible. "

Speaking of Jin Tai's concubinage, it is a topic of conversation in Lugang Town.

In the past, Jin Tai smoked heavily and lost all his family wealth. Zhao Chuanxin helped him quit smoking, and Defu, an underage boy, really shouldered the burden of the family at first.

What was shocking later was that Defu tried his best to persuade Jin Tai to take another concubine and have children, so that he could sign up for the insurance team in the future as he wished.

The insurance team does not accept only children.

Jintai listened to his son's advice and had enough to eat, but he actually took a concubine and gave birth to a big fat boy.

The old boy's snot bubbles were almost bursting.

Defu loaded the gun with a click of skill: "Okay, Captain Zhao, let me have fun killing a Japanese today!"

He usually went to Zhao Chuanxin's house to play with guns. Zhao Chuanxin wouldn't give him bullets, and he would play with the rest casually. If he broke it, he wouldn't pay for it.

"Okay, but you follow me closely and you must obey my orders."

There is no suspense in the battle.

The frightened Japanese soldiers retreated at the first touch, leaving behind the seven corpses and hurried away.

In the pitch-black night, Defu, who had no formal training, was just shooting for fun. The battle was so quick and easy that he felt that it was over before he had time to perform.

"Hey, the little devil is so cowardly."

Zhao Zhongyi sent someone to "lick the bag", unload the bullet, click the trigger to unload the chamber, and then fill the bullet.

"The Japanese are afraid. They are afraid of endless entanglement. Look, this matter will come to an end soon!"

Be patient for a few days and I'll give you plenty of food. Thank you brothers for your support.