The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin's temper came and went quickly.

But I was not in the mood to read the newspaper.

He lay on a chair with his head tilted back and covered his face with a newspaper to protect himself from the sun.

There are earth walls on all sides of this small courtyard. The earth walls can block the wind and prevent the wind from blowing the newspapers away.

The wind in spring is relatively strong, blowing the newly sprouted vegetation and buds almost losing their luster.

The earth is like a long-distance mobilization that is ready to go, and it urgently needs a spring rain as a starting point.

But no matter what happens in the next few days, the sun is just right today, the breeze is gentle, and people are so lazy that they don’t want to move.

Cui Fenghua, who was ordered to serve as Zhao Chuanxin's follower, was not a diligent person to begin with. In such good weather again, Zhao Chuanxin was as unwilling to move.

So, even though Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be taking a nap, he stayed here and refused to leave.

In addition to the newspaper covering Zhao Chuanxin's face, there were several others on the small table.

Cui Fenghua picked up one and read it with relish.

The newspaper said that Japan had established the South Manchuria Railway Co., Ltd. in China, and that women's education had been recognized by the Qing court and had legal rights.

In addition, there was another piece of news that attracted his attention:

France is going to host a car rally in the capital city of Paris.

Cui Fenghua has never been abroad, not even outside the customs.

But he vaguely knew that Paris was thousands of miles away, a distance that more than 90% of the world's people could not reach.

The actual mileage of this rally is: 16,000 kilometers.

And this news still has something to do with Zhao Chuanxin.

At the beginning of this year, Pasteur, the French Minister to China, sent a note to Prince Qing Aisin Giorro Yikuang, who then conveyed it to the Qing court.

His words were sincere: "Recently, there has been a special meeting in Paris and Kyoto. It is planned to run a bicycle race from the capital to Paris through the three eastern provinces, Siberia and other places. It will set off from the capital around the middle of June in the Western calendar. It is requested to be transferred to the Qing court in China. Please help me.”

Cixi handed over this matter to Aixinjueluo Yikuang for supervision, with veto power.

It has already been put on the agenda, and we are currently considering whether to agree to it.

At first, it was like when the train first entered China, the ministers of the Qing court and even Cixi were full of fear of the steel behemoth. Nowadays, when faced with a new thing like a car, I feel a little nervous.

Secondly, people who understand the meaning of cars told Aixinjueluo Yikuang that the purpose of this competition is definitely not pure. They believed that the Europeans wanted to open a route that could connect cars to defeat the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway funded by the Chinese.

Because Aixinjueluo Yikuang is one of the major shareholders of this railway.

Therefore, the French initially felt that the Qing court would not agree.

People in the Qing court actually misunderstood. Those French guys came purely for the competition and had no other purpose at all.

This is the difference in perception.

Just like if someone made a movie about aliens attacking, the aliens' spaceships can travel across the universe to the earth, but when they invade, they engage in close combat with humans on the ground.

Then some people would think that we have already developed a spaceship that can travel through the universe, but we can still fight in close combat? Isn't this ridiculous?

But why do aliens have to develop long-range weapons? Maybe the aliens just want to vigorously develop close combat weapons. Isn't this okay?

Totally possible.

People on earth think about alien civilizations completely according to their own thinking. If it is so easy to be guessed by the people on earth, then the alien civilization is probably just pretending to be the people on earth.

This is the difference in cognition.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin met Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen on the train, and a series of things happened that put Aixinjueluo Yikuang and Cixi in a state of confusion. How could they bother to deal with the Frenchman?

It wasn't until Zhao Chuanxin returned to the border that Aixinjueluo Yikuang replied to the French Ambassador to China: "Yes!"

This was unexpected by France, but he was happy to see it happen.

Cui Fenghua was engrossed in watching when she suddenly heard Zhao Chuanxin say: "What are you looking at?"

"Ah, Captain Zhao, you're not sleeping."

"I have just been recuperating my energy. After all, there are many national affairs waiting for me to worry about. This may be called managing everything on a day-to-day basis."

"..." Cui Fenghua didn't know how to complain, and then dusted off the newspaper: "Captain Zhao, it said that France is coming to us to hold something, some kind of competition. It's a long way to drive the car from the capital to Paris."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "Let's have a rally. Can the current bumper car drive to Paris?"

He knew how the car looked now, it looked like a rickshaw with an engine, very crude.

Sitting on it with his size feels quite like riding a dog.

"What bumper car?" Cui Fenghua asked curiously.

"Nothing."

"Captain Zhao, it also says that there are more than 50,000 cars in France, and only more than 40,000 in the United States. But I have never seen a car in my life. Have you seen one?"

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the tea bowl, took a sip and found that it was cold, so he put the tea bowl down again.

Herbal tea doesn't taste good.

He smiled and said, "I've seen it before, I even drove it."

Cui Fenghua's face was full of envy: "Isn't it interesting?"

"It's very boring, it's boring, and it's not as enjoyable as riding a horse for a short distance." Zhao Chuanxin said: "Fenghua, you have also read a book. Let me ask you, what did you see behind this news? ?”

If Zhao Chuanxin shaved off his beard, he would look like he was in his early twenties.

And Cui Fenghua is over forty.

So Cui Fenghua felt uncomfortable being called "Fenghua" by Zhao Chuanxin.

It's better to call him by his full name.

But thinking about the status of both parties, Cui Fenghua felt relieved: "What can we see from this? Because there are many cars, France is richer than the United States?"

When Zhao Chuanxian mentioned being rich, he thought of money again.

I really miss the lavish days of the past, but it’s a pity that they are gone forever.

Although it is no longer interesting to go to the bank to withdraw money.

But another thing was enough to make Zhao Chuanxin smile.

He smiled and said: “Railway and heavy industry construction are going on all over the world.

In the United States alone, from 1905 to the present, seven to eight million tons of steel rails and hundreds of thousands of carriages have been used.

This has driven emerging industries such as electricity, automobiles, and chemicals.

This is the logic behind it. "

Cui Fenghua is also literate, how can he know so much?

He admired him from the bottom of his heart: "Captain Zhao, you are amazing and know so much."

"Fenghua."

This time, Cui Fenghua had no resistance.

They are better than me, not only because of their status, but also because of their knowledge and experience.

"Captain Zhao, tell me."

"So." Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "What do you see behind the industrial revitalization in Europe and the United States?"

Of course he is blind and cannot see anything.

Cui Fenghua answered honestly: "I didn't see it. I just said I saw something. I guess I saw white money."

There are millions of tons at every turn, but aren’t they all silver?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, great insight!"

"Ah this..."

What you think seriously is all nonsense, and what you talk nonsense turns into knowledge?

He was still waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to explain, but Zhao Chuanxin fell silent.

This made Cui Fenghua feel itchy.

Finally, he couldn't help but said: "Captain Zhao, what does this mean?"

"It means money, didn't you already tell me?" Zhao Chuanxin said matter-of-factly: "If the demand is large, the price will rise sharply. You should understand this.

If the price is high, profit-seeking people will flock to join the feast.

However, such a high price is difficult to be accepted by the limited demand, so a large number of people will be trapped.

Just like the big poisonous smoke bubble in our mountains, the bubble slowly expands and finally bursts.

After the rupture, poisonous miasma will emerge, which will poison the surrounding creatures to death at once. "

Cui Fenghua was confused at first, but suddenly his head seemed to be enlightened: "I understand. Just like Chinese cabbage is sold at a high price, everyone comes to grow cabbage and invest in cabbage. The more investment, the higher the price of cabbage. But The number of people who can eat cabbage is limited, and those who invest in cabbage want to recoup their costs and refuse to lower prices. However, the price of cabbage has been greatly reduced in the cabbage market, and these investors have suffered huge losses."

"Awesome Fenghua!"

Zhao Chuanxin really didn't expect that this guy actually understood.

Talent!

He found that even in this era, there are many people with flexible minds.

However, most people do not have a stable output environment and have no chance to stand out.

Those who can stand out may not be so smart and can only be reckless. For example, those warriors who talk with the barrel of a gun every day will be able to prosper in the next era.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

It seems, probably, maybe, that he is also one of those brainless fools.

This is not okay.

Zhao Chuanxin patted his temples and said under self-hypnosis: I am a genius, I am the smartest, I am both civil and military...

He must earn some "good money" and let the world see his wisdom!

He stood up suddenly: "Hey, poor people in America, I'm afraid it will be even worse this year."

Cui Fenghua was stunned when he said this suddenly: "Captain Zhao, why is this?"

"Because I'm short of money!"

"this……"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, shook his head and said, "I tell you, you don't understand. Let's go, call a few people, and let's go to the rumor mill in Jiandao to see the public's reaction."

…

Saito Kijiro and Shinoda Haruse are also rushing to Shimajima.

He had found out the truth.

Saito Kijiro was furious: "Baga damn Zhao Chuanxin, the newspaper he forged is so fake. Why do these stupid men and women want to believe him?"

Shinoda Harice couldn't believe it when he heard the news, but after all, he relied on his brain to make a living, and he quickly figured out something.

He said worriedly: "Saito-kun, I did underestimate this person. He is smarter than I thought.

Do you think, who are the people who generally read newspapers?

In addition to middle-class families, officials, and intellectuals, the rest are aristocrats.

Our fraud is spread from top to bottom.

But this person made a fake and spread it directly among the farmers.

He didn't take any money and gave them the newspapers for free.

The effect is different.

He was able to successfully deceive these stupid people by taking advantage of the fact that these farmers had never read newspapers at all. "

After listening to his words, Saito Kijiro did not feel comforted at all, and urged: "Go faster, we must refute the rumors in time, and we must not let Zhao Chuanxin succeed. Zhao Chuanxin, a despicable villain, ah tui!"

The two of them led a group of Korean policemen and hurried to Jiandao.

After arriving at the place, Shinoda Harice asked many Korean police officers to disperse and go door to door to refute the rumors.

"The news in that newspaper is false."

"The Japanese did not massacre our farmers."

"Don't believe what the traitors say."

"Be careful. Just think about it and you'll know it's impossible. Why are you so stupid to believe it?"

"The Japanese are all good people..."

A group of Korean policemen explained carefully.

If you don't explain it, this matter may slowly subside.

This grand explanation makes people suspicious.

A farmer waited for the police to leave and said to his family: "Originally, I suspected it was fake news, but look at their efforts in explaining, ah, bah, they also said that the Japanese are good people. It seems that the massacre of Korean people should be done." It’s true.”

Shinoda Haruse secretly eavesdropped outside, wanting to see the results.

It turned out that the tracing became darker and darker, and his face also darkened.

He couldn't help but gnashed his teeth: "Zhao Chuanxin, I really want to tear you into pieces!"

Originally, he was planning to start building the Tongjianfu Police Station in the past two days.

As a result, Zhao Chuanxin made a big move right away.

The most annoying thing is that Zhao Chuanxin has given him time to take precautions.

Tell him clearly: "Are you ready? I'm going to spread rumors."

It’s impossible to guard against it.

He followed the Korean police and eavesdropped on their reactions one by one.

The result was not good, and most of the farmers thought it was true.

He hurriedly came to Saito Kijiro: "Saito-kun, we can't sit still and wait for death, we must fight back!"

"How can we fight back?"

Saito Kijiro was tired.

Shinoda Haruse gritted his teeth and said: "Since he did this, we can do it too. We can also print newspapers and throw dirty water on them!"

Saito Kijiro cheered up: "Yes, let's imitate him, let's leave now!"

They summoned the Korean police back and hurriedly went to newspapers to concoct new rumors.

Zhao Chuanxin came to Jiandao one step at a time.

At this time, there was already corn outside the Pass, the so-called corn and corn.

Most of the Korean farmers in the Jiandao area follow the traditional cultivation of rice, but there are also a few corn.

In a small cornfield, I was combing the small cobs that reached into the sky and turning over the stacks of corn stalks.

The advantage of corn is that it can be eaten and the corn stalks can be fed to livestock.

Rats like to build nests in corn stalks.

This little stick is lifting up the corn stack to catch the little mouse.

He turned over and over again, and the dry corn leaves made a rustling sound, and the sound of the leaves rubbing against each other was a bit sour.

But he didn't mind at all and had a great time.

A little mouse, no longer than the length of a hand, found that the roof of the house had been lifted. It took a pair of dark thief eyes and ran away immediately.

The little stick jumped forward, but it was half a beat too slow and the mouse ran away.

Just when I was annoyed, I heard an even more annoyed voice behind me: "Oh, you are such an idiot, you can't even catch this."

Xiao Bangzi turned around in shock and saw only a pair of long legs.

His eyes moved up, up, and up again, and then he saw the man's face full of annoyance.

Xiao Bangzi: "..."

Why are you so anxious?

Zhao Chuanxin picked up his collar and pulled him aside: "Look at me, I'm good at catching mice!"

The stick's two short legs kicked around in the air, but to no avail, and was eventually thrown aside.

Zhao Chuanxin held a bundle of corn stalks in one hand. After quickly turning through several bundles, the little mouse appeared again.

Xiao Bangzi watched with cold eyes, wanting to see if he was really that powerful.

Just listen to Zhao Chuanxin say: "Ganfan, stop it!"

A dog takes a mouse and meddles in other people's business.

The ability of dogs to catch mice is more than inferior to that of cats, and cooking is no exception.

But the advantage of Ganfan is that the dog has a very smart mind.

It didn't move in a hurry. It surveyed the terrain first, then took the mouse's retreat and waited for the mouse.

When the mouse ran away in fear, it suddenly found a huge creature in front of it, and it turned around and ran back in fright.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was already approaching. He stepped forward and stepped on the rat's tail, making it unable to escape.

Little Bangzi was stunned.

I didn't expect this kind of operation.

So looking at the dry rice, I almost shed tears.

This dog is so awesome, so greedy.

Zhao Chuanxin warned: "Xiao Bangzi, I know that your nation likes to eat dog meat, but I advise you not to take advantage of it."

"If you don't want to eat it, I'll touch it."

Cui Fenghua, who came with him, didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Captain Zhao, why is he like a child?

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the mouse till its intestines were broken, then walked over with a smile and asked: "Little Bangzi, let me ask you, have the Japanese come to kill people again?"

"My name is not Xiaobangzi." Xiaobangzi argued.

"Okay little stick. Are the Japanese coming to kill?"

Xiaobangzi thought for a moment and said, "The adults all said that the Japanese killed people, but I didn't see it. If I didn't see it, I thought they didn't kill anyone."

I am...

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Cui Fenghua: "Sometimes only children can see through the truth. The older you get, the more worrying your IQ is."

Cui Fenghua was speechless: What are you saying to me? You think I'm "older", right?

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Xiao Bangzi, let me ask you, have you read the newspaper? Do you think the writing is good?"

Xiao Bangzi touched the smooth and clean hair of Qianfan, feeling extremely curious.

Then he saw the mouse that had been trampled to pieces by Zhao Chuanxin, and he shook his head regretfully, what a pity.

If you give it to him, he can play with it first, and then bake it and eat it when he's done playing, without any waste.

He said: "I can't understand the words on the newspaper. But the pictures on it are quite interesting, but unfortunately there are very few."

Huh?

Zhao Chuanxin had an idea: "Is it true, are you the only one who thinks so, or do adults think so too?"

The little stick scratched the back of his head, and the dandruff fell straight down: "Adults, you should also like to read paintings, because many people are illiterate. But my father is literate, but he has to work in the fields and has no time to teach me."

When people want to make further progress, they might as well listen to their children’s suggestions.

Children tend to get to the point better.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and found an extra piece of candy: "This is for you. Little Bangzi, how many children do you know?"

The little stick's eyes widened when he saw the candy, and he happily took it: "I recognize all the children here."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "Little Bangzi, I'll come back tomorrow. Go back and secretly tell all the children here to gather here before dawn tomorrow morning and don't disturb the adults at home. I'll give You hand out candy, can you help me deliver newspapers?"

When Little Bangzi heard this, his eyes lit up.

He wanted more.

First of all, there is candy to eat, that is the most important thing.

Secondly,

He asked: "New newspaper, are there any paintings on it?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "The new newspaper is full of paintings, so you can read enough!"

"Well, you must come tomorrow."

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