The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

From the first day when he was always on guard against Zhao Chuanxin causing trouble, to Li Shutong's one after another dealing with the aftermath, he gradually got used to it.

The wonderful thing about being with someone like Zhao Chuanxin is that you forget your worries and put aside your displeasure, your thoughts will be guided, and every day is full of "surprises."

Looking at the shaved-headed cooks cooking seriously in the snack shop and the waiters walking between tables, Li Shutong felt a sense of loss at the separation of his friends.

Perhaps it was because of his abundant and full emotions that he was able to compose the classic song "Farewell" with "The green grass beside the ancient road outside Changting".

He was surprised. Are the two parties really friends?

Li Shutong actually has such a friend?

"I'm leaving, can you do it yourself?"

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed bacon, cheese and egg toast into his mouth, picked up the milk and took a big gulp.

Satisfied, he burped: "It's so fresh. Without you, Butcher Li, I have to eat pigs with hair on them."

In fact, only heartless people are suitable for time travel.

Otherwise, the environment will suddenly change, and relatives and friends will be separated. This alone can drive people crazy.

Li Shutong, who was compared to a butcher, smiled bitterly: "Can't you speak properly?

Although I'm not used to your out-of-touch temperament, I can still help you for a few more days. "

Two days ago, he couldn't have said this anyway.

At that time, he wished he could disappear immediately.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head and looked at him with a faint smile: "Haha, are you reluctant to leave me?"

With Uncle Li's temperament, he immediately said in embarrassment: "Haha, forget it if you don't have to."

It would be convenient to have an interpreter, but Zhao Chuanxin was afraid of involving Li Shutong.

But he didn't say this to him.

After breakfast, the two returned to the hotel. Li Shutong packed up his things and handed the remaining money in the bag to Zhao Chuanxin: "You still have a lot of money left."

"Three melons and two dates, you can use it." Suddenly remembering something, Zhao Chuanxin said: "The Qing government is preparing to turn the salt industry into official salt management. After all, the Banner people don't have much leftover grain.

Your family business is selling salt, right?

Haha, your good days will not last long.

If I were you, I would save some flowers to avoid eating chaffy vegetables in the future. "

The Qing court pays compensation every day, and like Zhao Chuanxin, he is a money-splitting boy.

The difference is that Zhao Chuanxin always distributed it to his own people, regardless of the cost; Cixi only distributed it to friendly countries, also regardless of the cost.

If you spend more, you will naturally need new ways to make money.

Some people think that Zhao Chuanxin's pension to the insurance team is too high and that a human life is not worth 3,000 yuan. But it only costs 3 million yuan for a thousand people to die. Why can't he afford it?

Who are you looking down on?

Prince Yikuang of the Qing Dynasty had a personal bank deposit of 7 million pounds and 70 million silver dollars, which was enough to kill 20,000 insurance team members.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't figure it out. How much is a 3,000 silver dollar pension?

Does it make sense that the lives of Chinese people must be more expensive than those of Manchurians and foreigners? Lu Xun later had a salary of 300 yuan a month, and 3,000 yuan was just his ten-month teaching salary. The value of silver dollars in the Republic of China was slightly higher than it is now. Does the life of a soldier have to be cheaper than that of a literati?

Li Shutong was shocked after hearing Zhao Chuanxin's words.

Originally, he didn't find out that his family was bankrupt until he returned to China.

Now Zhao Chuanxin has given him a vaccination.

After a moment of silence, Li Shutong nodded: "Thank you very much."

Seeing that he was a little depressed, Zhao Chuanxin still smiled heartlessly: "Then, the highest etiquette in our world - clasp your fists and drink the iron juice. See you again if we are destined!"

Li Shutong left with his thoughts and a few hundred dollars.

He has his life.

When Uncle Li left, Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the sky and spread his hands.

"Ah! Free air, sweet rain and dew, lovely Japanese girls, I'm here!"

Looking up at the sky forty-five degrees, this time it did not lead to a romantic encounter, but...

"Ah! It was him. He was the one who knocked my husband unconscious!"

A fat white woman holding an ugly long-haired dog led two policemen to identify the murderer.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

The most annoying thing is when someone makes him look handsome for less than three seconds.

So he looked ferocious and gritted his teeth.

Then,

Turn around and run!

The advantage of not having a car is that although the long-distance running speed will not be very fast, the short legs of the Japanese cannot help him.

Kobe is a great place surrounded by mountains and sea, with a mild climate all year round.

The southern part of Mt. Rokko has low hills and many hot springs.

After running up the mountain, Zhao Chuanxin turned around and saw that the police had disappeared.

He casually found a road and walked freely north and south with his hands behind his back. Suddenly he heard the sound of rushing water.

Curious, I walked over to take a look.

I wipe.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again. There were men and women in a hot spring. They were naked and their eyes were bright with white flowers.

"It's really offensive and I have to go over and criticize them."

Zhao Chuanxin made up his mind and began to take off his clothes.

Plop!

The large splash of water made others very dissatisfied.

"Do you have any morals? You don't wear a scarf before entering the pool?"

A Japanese man muttered in Japanese.

This is purely a chicken-and-duck talk.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Look at you, how decent are you?

Today I must criticize you two words.

Especially you, you girl, you look malnourished at first sight.

And you, you are taking a bath, what are you doing with your face painted like a ghost?

And you, well, you’re good, keep up the good work! "

53 years ago, the U.S. fleet knocked on the door of Japan. The then Navy Admiral Perry witnessed the mixed bathing scene of Japanese men and women.

It is said that Perry suffered from embarrassment at the time.

After the Meiji Restoration, the Tokugawa shogunate issued a ban on mixed bathing between men and women, and they felt somewhat embarrassed.

It’s easy to say anything behind closed doors, but now that the scandal is seen by outsiders, the impact will be very bad.

There may be bans, but no penalties.

At most, just like Zhao Chuanxin is doing now, he should be condemned morally!

Therefore, it is forbidden repeatedly.

When the tall and powerful Zhao Chuanxin got into the flowing hot spring naked, the Japanese girl here looked at him shyly.

There is no way, a group of chickens mixed with an eagle, you can imagine how irritating it is.

“Look at the good things you guys have done, are they shameful?

A moral gentleman like me would hate to see your dirty looks, ah tui..."

Zhao Chuanxin kept talking.

It can be seen that he vomited in the pool, and the Japanese men here were the first to quit.

A little man suddenly stood up from the water and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Baga, how could you spit into the pool?"

Zhao Chuanxin was very happy. Just like that, you still have the nerve to stand up?

He also stood up in a loud voice: "Baga, Ba belongs to your whole family. Draw up the eighteen generations of our ancestors..."

Let you see what glory is!

The two exchanged insults in the distance.

Each other can only feel each other's momentum from their tone of voice, and the content is all guesswork.

Obviously, Zhao Chuanxin's skills were superior. Not long after, the Japanese left the pool angrily, got dressed and left.

He didn't have the courage to do it.

Then, after discussing it, the other men also left one after another.

Zhao Chuanxin then entered the water again and looked around with a smile.

"I look at it with a critical eye. This is what a gentleman does."

You see, Zhao Chuanxin knows how to use affirmative sentences to hypnotize himself.

I remember that Zhao Chuanxin once discussed the image of women in the late Qing Dynasty with his classmates.

A friend said that women in the late Qing Dynasty must conform to the aesthetic views of men in the late Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

Ugly is ugly!

Anyone with some aesthetic taste would not think that dressing like that would look good.

Turns out he was right.

In the late Qing Dynasty, many celebrities in China were in love with Japanese women. Lu Xun, Sun Dapao, Pu Jie, Guo Kaizhen, and even Li Shutong, who had just separated from Zhao Chuanxin, were all like this.

Why?

It's not that Zhao Chuanxin destroys his own prestige and enhances the ambition of others.

But look at the comparison of the appearance of the two sides and you will understand.

Japanese women know how to trim their eyebrows, but they don't shave their forehead hair to expose their foreheads, and straight bangs are now popular.

Nowadays, Japanese women do not blacken their teeth like they did in the early days, and few of them paint their faces as if they were shaved white.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a girl with a hairstyle and face that were sweeter than Mitsuko Yamada's in Jet Li's movie "Fist of Heroes".

(Old photos can prove this. In the early 20th century and the late Qing Dynasty, the appearance was indeed not at the same level.)

This situation will continue until the Republic of China, when all kinds of stunning beauty appear in the country.

Therefore, appearance is often closely related to hairstyle, makeup and outfit.

Seeing that all the troublesome little devils had left, Zhao Chuanxin leaned on the shore in a comfortable posture and said in English: "Does anyone understand English?"

The sweet-looking girl said, "I will."

Soft voice, soft and weak.

"Oh, then you can be the translator and let's all chat together!"

The girl translated the words to the girls.

There are many unsolved mysteries in Japan.

Mixed bathing is just one of them.

Also, everyone behaves very shyly in public. Behind closed doors, everything is unrestrained.

Several girls and women present lowered their heads.

Acting shy.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "What is your name?"

"My name is Takano Mariko."

"Maruko, you are beautiful."

The Japanese, who have always copied Chinese culture, tend to be reserved in character.

Facing Zhao Chuanxin's unbridled praise, Takano Mariko was really shy.

"Thanks!"

Zhao Chuanxin asked her again: "Where did you learn English?"

Takano Mariko whispered: "I studied at Rokko High School and learned it from the teacher."

High school students are fine.

"Mauriko, can you do me a favor?"

"OK!"

"Can you rub my back for me?"

"..."

…

After soaking in the hot spring, Zhao Chuanxin sent Takano Mariko home with nothing to do.

"Mareko, what do your family members do?"

"My father is a traditional craftsman who used to carve netsukes for nobles. Nowadays, everyone no longer wears kimonos and wears suits instead. Netsukes are only for viewing. My father had to make pen holders and pencil cases for students to make a living.

My mother is a housewife. "

Zhao Chuanxin recalled that for a period of time in later generations, Japanese netsukes were sought after, and many netsukes became Japan's national treasures.

Antiques are instruments that carry culture and history, and time gives them value.

But it seems that Zhao Chuanxin is living in the tide of the times, but he also feels that chasing antiques is meaningless.

"That's it. What a coincidence. I also know how to carve."

As he spoke, he took out an extra piece of antler in his hand, and he took the elf carving knife and carved it as he walked.

From time to time, he would look up at Takano Mariko, and in a moment, the prototype of a person would appear.

He is actually better at sculpting than painting.

The sword is lifted and dropped with ease.

Since Takano Mariko's father worked as a netsuke, she naturally watched her father do sculptures.

But Zhao Chuanxin...

This hand speed is really inhuman, and to match this hand speed, how sharp does the carving knife need to be?

His father would carve a few times and then blow a few breaths to blow away the debris. He would look around and think twice before continuing to cut.

But Zhao Chuanxin seemed to have no need to think, and the speed of the elf carving knife was faster than the five-axis circular engraving machine.

Finding her staring at his fingers, Zhao Chuanxin smiled, and the elf carving knife rotated flexibly on the fingertips. Finally, with his index finger as the central axis, he moved his thumb, and the elf carving knife quickly spun around in his palm.

"My hand speed, which has been single for thirty years, is no joke, Maori.

Do you want to try it? "

Looking at the sharp elf carving knife, Takano Mariko quickly shook her head.

She obviously got it wrong.

There was a scared expression on his face.

actually,

The reason why Zhao Chuanxin has been practicing carving hand speed is simple.

The head of the elf carving knife can be retracted, but it must be so fast that people cannot see the changes of the head.

Otherwise it will always be very troublesome to explain.

Practice makes perfect, and you will develop a good "first hand" skill.

Not long after, Takano Mariko's appearance appeared on the antlers, lifelike.

The next work became more detailed. Zhao Chuanxin pulled Takano Mariko and said, "Wait a minute, let's sit here for a while."

He outlined his hair one stroke at a time.

Neither of them spoke.

This is considered a plateau, and there are cattle and sheep grazing on the west side, lowering their heads and grazing leisurely.

There was a guard dog barking.

There was a gentle breeze and the sun was just right.

Takano Mariko was wearing a colorful kimono, sitting on the ground and hugging her knees. The Xu wind blew her neat bangs, and the hair tie behind her was fluttering in the wind.

What he was staring at at this time was no longer Zhao Chuanxin's sculpture, but Zhao Chuanxin himself.

Her eyes are clear and bright.

She thought: He is so tall, handsome, humorous, and capable.

Out of the blue, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Am I handsome?

I advise you not to have any unreasonable thoughts about me! "

First, she looked away like a frightened deer with a guilty conscience, and then poof, Takahara Mariko laughed out loud.

And Zhao Chuanxin blew on the antlers.

Debris flew everywhere, and the lovely essence of Takahara Makoto was attached to the antlers, with a delicate face, slightly melancholy but clear big eyes, and a beautiful mouth shape.

Passing it to her, Zhao Chuanxin said, "Compared to your father, what do you think of my craftsmanship?"

With a pursed smile, Takahara Mariko took the antlers: "Even my father would praise this kind of skill."

"Okay, give it back to me when you're done reading it."

"..."

Don't play by the rules.

After taking back the antlers, Zhao Chuanxin carved a round cartoon-style butt on the back. I engraved a few words and gave it back to Takahara Makiko.

"Here, here it is for you."

Gao Yuanzhenli couldn't help but clenched her fist and hit Zhao Chuanxin on the shoulder: "You are so bad."

"right.

What a pear, your father is very skilled, and I am also very skilled, right? "

"Um!"

“Excellent skills equals superb skills, and I am equal to your father.

Then, you can just call me daddy from now on. "

"I'm going to die!"

Takahara Mariko couldn't hold back and said something in Japanese.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed loudly.

The two got up and chased each other, causing the sheep grazing in the distance to look up curiously.

It wasn't until the reflections of the two people disappeared from the sheep's eyes that it lowered its head again and continued to fill its never-full stomach.