The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

It will explode after a violent collision, like the mechanical fuse of a cannonball.

He made all thirty salamander triangular skulls given by the elders of the sand people into heavy arrows.

While still wearing his armor, he put on his helmet and crossed the Ergun River to the other side on the Misty Traveler.

This is the southeast of Chita Prefecture in Tsarist Russia. At this time, it is sparsely populated and no one is seen. Only the border patrol barracks are lonely in the wilderness.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his bow and set an arrow.

Whoosh...

Near a wooden barracks, a ball of fire burst out in the dark night.

boom……

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head and sighed: "Damn it, it was shot wrong."

Because the weight of the arrow became lighter and the wind was strong tonight, he lost his accuracy.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Russian soldiers pouring out of the barracks, looked at the vast land under the night, and sneered secretly - the land lost here will definitely be regained in the future.

The entire Ergun River and the areas along its banks, including Chita, should belong to China!

Seeing that the Russian soldiers were hairy, they began to look for the enemy everywhere. Zhao Chuanxin retreated quietly in the night.

When he came to the Ergun River, he looked at the place where the boundary monument had been erected, and was shocked to find that the boundary monument had been knocked down.

There were also messy footprints next to it, obviously done by Russian soldiers.

The boundary monument has a base, but no foundation has been dug. The wind cannot blow it down, but people can knock it down.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment beside the boundary monument where he was lying down.

They knocked down the boundary markers but did not move them. The general psychological dynamic is: We don’t recognize this boundary monument, but we can’t afford to offend you, so let’s put it here upside down.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed dumbly and turned back to the mountainside hut.

The fire in the fireplace was not extinguished, so he added two pieces of firewood, washed his feet and went to sleep.

Zhao Chuanxin woke up before dawn the next morning, and even managed to catch up with Yao Bing to practice balancing skills when he returned to Lubin Mansion.

After breakfast, Yao Jia went to Zhao Chuanxin and whispered: "The clothes we customized in Lugang Town have arrived."

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "So fast? That's hundreds of cotton coats."

"Haha, you originally suggested that you could cut sleeves, chests, trouser legs, etc. according to size when making clothes. My girl is very clever. This not only saves fabric, but also speeds up the making of clothes a lot. Besides, we are deer. The garment factories in Gangzhen now use sewing machines.”

A rough assembly line garment factory.

During the Tongzhi period, sewing machines had been sold domestically.

By the time of Guangxu, sewing machines were still a novelty.

Not for anything else, just because it’s expensive.

A sewing machine costs 50-70 taels of silver. Who can afford it for ordinary people?

However, Lugang Town has a different development philosophy, focusing on both quality and speed.

Zhao Zhongyi is not short of money and is willing to inject capital into his own business. All equipment must be the most advanced and best.

In the 21st century, the two tools of the Chinese people at that time became - speed + imitation.

If you can do it, I can do it. I can imitate it very quickly.

The problem is that everyone wants to make quick money and ignores quality.

The smartest brains in the world, coupled with the most diligent bodies and the most dexterous hands, have made all kinds of shoddy and inferior products...

The concept of making quick money made Da Meili, who boasted himself to be the best in finance, lose all his money. He sighed happily and said: It is a wealth pool. Most people throw money away in order to get a handful, but all the money they throw away is lost. A few people quickly moved away, and no one wanted to really develop...

Zhao Chuanxin did not go to Manzhouli. Zhang Shouzeng was responsible for this matter. He brought the clothes back with someone.

There is only one battalion of cavalry in Lubin Mansion, which is less than one standard of the new army.

There are currently only a few dozen people who regularly rotate around Lubin Mansion, and the one currently leading the team is Brounga, the right-wing general manager of Sauron.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Yang Sang'a to call Bulong'a and others over to try on clothes.

When Brong'a and others arrived and saw the clothes, their eyes widened.

There are only three sizes of clothes: large, medium and small.

Medium is the most numerous.

"Line up and try on the cotton coat first."

Everyone still lined up unskilledly, and Brounga was at the front eager to try.

Earthy yellow cotton coat with wool lapels.

This thing looks better and more generous when loose than compact, so the whole body is made wider.

Brounga put the cotton coat on his body, put his hands into the sleeves, and turned around: "Good, good, good, good, it can block the cold wind, it's very warm!"

When the people behind heard this, they immediately became commotion.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "There are also pants. Once you feel comfortable with them, get out of the way and get out of the way. The people behind will come one by one. This is the winter uniform of our Lubinfu army."

Bulonga, who was very happy, rubbed his neck and asked: "Master Prefect, do we need to spend any money on this?"

This is no joke. In previous wars, it was normal practice to bring your own dry food, salutes, clothes, and horses.

"No, the government government gives it to our army for free. I'm afraid it will freeze you guys, so hurry up and get lost."

When Brounga heard this, he ran to the back without even trying on a pair of baggy trousers. As he ran, he said: "No money, the prefect gave it to me for free..."

Wearing a cotton coat, he looked swollen like a bear and swayed as he ran.

The crowd was in commotion again.

Some workers heard that Lubin Prefecture was distributing cotton-padded clothes and came over to watch the excitement.

It doesn’t matter at first glance. The cotton coat is very thick, longer than the knees, with a Western-style collar and wool lapels. The buttons are not coiled buttons, but very large copper buttons, eight in two rows, with patterns embossed on them like coins. It says: Lubin Mansion.

Another feature is: a piece of gray canvas fabric from later generations is sewn on the sleeve, which is in the shape of a gray axe.

The cotton coat is bulging, oh, how much cotton does it need to be filled with?

Immediately, someone asked Bloung with envy: "Sir, do you want us to accept Han people as soldiers? I have strong bones and can run two miles without losing breath..."

Brounga was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to curse.

Because this three-thirds of an acre of land is paid by bannermen.

But this straight-headed man swallowed back the curse this time and asked uncertainly: "Can you ride a horse?"

"This, I won't..."

"I heard that the prefect will recruit troops from the army in the future. Maybe you can give it a try then."

"Can there be jackets like yours?"

"Then... I don't know."

The man rolled his eyes but said nothing.

After everyone had received their clothes, Zhao ordered Brounga to line up and lectured: "The salary will be paid in full, winter clothes will be provided in winter, summer clothes will be provided in summer, and rice, flour, grain and oil will be provided during the festivals. Who the hell will do anything wrong during training?" You bastard, you're just trying to show off with me, don't tell me I'll slap you with a military stick!"

Everyone laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin added: "Your ancestors, Sauron's three tribes, beat Maozi's Cossack cavalry until they cried for their fathers and mothers, but when they came to you, they were driven from the north bank of Hylar to the south bank."

When everyone heard this, their laughter gradually stopped, some were solemn, and some were breathing heavily with their noses flaring.

In fact, even now, the men of the Sauron tribe are still very savage, and they still dare to mount their horses and fight with all their might, and they are not necessarily afraid of Maozi's guns when they shoot with bows and arrows.

Don't look at their chaotic training while off the horse, but when they get on the horse, or fight in the old forest, they all move forward bravely, and maybe they will soon be even more organized than on the ground.

After arousing their anger, Zhao Chuanxin added: "But that's because some people have weak bones and want to kneel down when they see foreigners. I, Zhao Chuanxin, am different. I can give you clothes to wear, money to spend, and even If I can give you a gun, I can pick hundreds of pieces by myself, and I am very tough. I admit that the foreigners have strong ships, powerful guns, and advanced technology. Then let’s catch up. I like to fight head-on. Your current skills are nothing. , I will also give you a gun that can be used on horseback in the near future. If so, if you still can't defeat your ancestors' defeated generals, then you are also useless!"

Brong'a was angry: "Prefect, I am not a waste, our Sauron tribe is not a waste..."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said in his heart, you are a fool, you are really cooperative.

"Aren't you trash? If you are acting like this now, what are you if you are not trash? From now on, practice hard for me, and use the gun as accurately as you can shoot at a hundred steps. You can change bullets faster than you can bend your bow and set an arrow. Wait. Zana has taught you the basic skills, and I will teach you some unique skills."

Brounga shouted: "Fight to the death!"

Everyone shouted: "Fight to the death!"

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he became excited.

He took out the ladder, threw it upwards, bent his knees, and jumped onto the two-meter-high ladder. He pinched his waist with his hands and said loudly: "How many hairs are there? Remember it from now on. On this grassland, what can you do?" The only thing we bow our heads to is the sun!

Kill Tsarist Russia and take back the land! "

In full view of everyone, Zhao Chuanxin stood out of thin air.

At other times, everyone might be surprised, but at this time, they only felt that Zhao Chuanxin was invincible and that he was a god.

With a commander like this, will he still be bullied?

Zhao Chuanxin can go to heaven, can Nicholas II do it? Zhao Chuanxin can defeat a hundred people with one person, can Nicholas II do that?

The crowd shouted: "Kill Tsarist Russia and take back the land!"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction, jumped off the ladder, took it back, and waved his hand: "Dismissal!"

Yao Jia and Zhang Shouzeng looked at each other.

The only thing that can make us bow our heads is the sun.

How arrogant!

It's really outrageous. Giving out a cotton-padded jacket can boost morale and make these Sauron men excited?

And it seems that from now on, he will become the "Zhao Jiajun" and gradually have nothing to do with the Qing court.

Why was the Qing court afraid of Yuan Weiting?

Yuan Weiting reorganized the new army and made the salary of ordinary large-scale soldiers as high as five taels and five silver coins. Of course, some were more and some were less later.

With this money, it would be no problem for soldiers to feed and drink a family of six, and it would be as good as a sixth-rank official in the Qing court.

Some soldiers even shouted the slogan "Eat Marshal Yuan's food and wear Marshal Yuan's clothes."

So he was later called the "Common Leader of Beiyang".

It’s strange that the Qing court wasn’t afraid.

Zhang Shouzeng felt that at this time Zhao Chuanxin became Yuan Weiting on the grassland. In addition to providing tangible benefits, Yuan Weiting is also incomparable to Zhao Chuanxin in terms of personal charm.

It is foreseeable that sooner or later these people will only see Zhao Chuanxin and not the imperial court.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After the distribution of cotton coats, it’s time to wear work uniforms for public officials.

"Sir, why don't we have jackets?" Yang Sang'a asked awkwardly, trying on a black turtleneck sweater and a suit jacket.

In fact, it's not that you have to wear a cotton coat to keep warm, but that people who feel respectable at this time habitually wear robes that can cover their thighs longer than their knees. It always feels awkward to expose their thighs and crotch. Only those with muddy legs who don't care about anything in order to work can do it. I know how to dress for short games.

Even on the grassland.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "What kind of cotton coat do you want? You can wear whatever I tell you. What nonsense are you talking about?"

Public officials mostly work indoors. There is plenty of coal in Zhalai-nuoer. Now it is contracted to the five-wing general manager. Is heating in winter a problem?

Yang Sang put on a dark blue suit, trousers and leather boots.

Unlike soldiers, public officials did not have to line up and try on clothes individually.

Yao Jia also changed her clothes and said regretfully: "It doesn't match my soft silk shirt..."

There was a time when foreigners were in fashion of tussah soft silk shirts, which were thin, soft and fluffy. When Zhao Chuanxin saw a man wearing that, he wanted to give him a stun gun.

"Don't wear that as soon as possible, bitch." Zhao Chuanxin commented. “It needs to be at least the thickness of the blend to show off a man’s masculinity.”

Yao Jia saw that Zhao Chuanxin was also wearing a black turtleneck sweater. He smacked his lips and said that Zhao Chuanxin and Miao Cuihua were both fashion pioneers in Lugang Town, leading the fashion trends. He was right.

Zhao Chuanxin patted Yang Sang'a's back: "Stand upright and straighten your back. Confucianism also emphasizes sitting upright. Stand like a pine, walk like the wind, and sit like a bell. Civil servants in Lubin Mansion must be imposing and prepare a thorn stick from now on." , whoever hunches his shoulders and slumps will be given a slap."

The sky is gloomy and there is no weather forecast, so the people themselves have the ability to predict the weather to some extent. When there is a weather forecast, this ability slowly disappears.

Yang Sang'a wore a suit and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Master Prefect, it's going to snow."

Zhao Chuanxin wondered: "How do you know?"

"I just know it anyway."

This man is right.

In the afternoon, light snow was falling one after another, blown sideways by the southeast wind, and the sky and the earth were vast.

Maybe the people were aware of the weather in advance, so there was a lot less business in Lubin Mansion today.

Everyone lay on the window sill and looked outside.

Yang Sangdaxi, who was riding back in a hurry from outside, entered the house and shook off the snowflakes on his body. He looked up and said, "You..."

The room is all dark blue uniforms, wide trousers, and round-toed Chelsea boots that are suitable for horseback riding and formal wear.

His energy and spirit were immediately lifted.

Only the big braids on the back of everyone's heads are somewhat unsightly.

At this time, Yang Sang'a was somewhat accustomed to the new uniform. He leaned on the window sill proudly and said, "How is it?"

"I can't tell, is this a bit disgraceful?"

"The prefect said that we must keep pace with the times and not stick to the old rules. The people will not be convinced by wearing useless and slovenly clothes. We must reflect the spirit of our Lubin Mansion."

Yang Sangda curled her lips happily: "What's so good about foreign clothes? The robe is so decent."

Yang Sang'a, who was still a little uncomfortable before, sneered when he heard this: "The foreigners' guns are not good, so you continue to use bows and arrows; the foreigners' trains are not good, so you continue to ride horses; the foreigners' steamships are not good, so you continue to sail; The foreign machines are not good, so you continue to use wooden barrels to carry out mining and drainage..."

Yang Sangda's face turned red and thick-necked when he heard this, but he could not refute.

These are actually Zhao Chuanxin's original words, but they were misappropriated by Yang Sang'a.

Seeing that he was speechless when he refuted Yang Sangdaxi, Yang Sang'a was very proud: "I heard that foreigners used to like men to wear skirts like women's, and they also wore stockings up to the base of their legs, and the hair on their legs came out. Look, Do you still have something to wear now? They are making progress, but you have to step back? What's the point of pride in that? If you move the living tree and the dead tree, you have to be conservative to be called good?"

In the past, whether it was the appearance of foreigners, the way they dressed, or the various tricks they brought to China, they were regarded as foreigners by the officials and the people when they came to China.

This word first came from Li Hongzhang.

At that time, everyone was grinning from ear to ear, so happy, watching the clown jumping up and down.

One day, everyone stopped laughing because they discovered that the clown turned out to be themselves.

Cixi thought she could challenge the whole world, but she was beaten so hard that everyone lost their smile.

Yang Sangda stamped his feet happily and went to find uniforms to try on.

Zhao Chuanxin went out.

He first went to the schoolhouse, which was capped and had doors and windows installed, filled the stove with coals, and ignited it with the Old God's crucible brand.

Then he walked towards the yurt in Bayarbo'e.

The wind in the grassland is very evil. It can make people stagger around and make their souls smoke.

That old guy, stop freezing to death.

When I arrived at the yurt, I saw that Bayar was not wearing much. It seemed that he was still wearing the same tattered robe, which was very thin.

Someone in the yurt sent dried cow dung. The smell of burning cow dung is not as pungent as expected. Those who can smell it say it smells like grass, but Zhao Chuanxin can't smell it. It's not that good after all. , the ashes after burning are a bit fine, and the wind brought by the curtain can cause the fire to raise dust.

But overall it’s not particularly cold in the yurt.

"Here we come." Bayar put his two palms with thick joints between his legs to keep warm, and looked up at Zhao Chuanxin with a smile.

"I was busy and forgot. The school has been built. I will take you to move there."

Bayar looked at his dirty, original-colored robe. Every item in the room was thickly patinated, and there was deep black oily old mud in the lines, including the handle of his Divine Crow Sword. .

He lowered his head slightly and said, "Don't go, it's good here."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled, and put all his "big dancing" gadgets into the space, without leaving any pots and pans.

Bayar was dumbfounded.

He has seen this move before, Zhao Chuanxin is forcing him to leave.

He smiled bitterly: "I went to see that school during the day. Even the steps were impossibly clean. The walls were almost as thick as an arm. It would be a pity for an old guy like me, half buried in loess, to live there."

Zhao Chuanxin helped him up with one hand. With a shake of his hand, he put an extra cotton coat on him: "At that time, you still wanted to fight for your apprentice with me. Where did that spirit go? Live here. The new house is scary, and it doesn’t look like an old guy who has traveled all over the country and has experienced many vicissitudes of life, right?”

Zhao Chuanxin was talking about the little Japanese spy who deceived Bayar.

In the end, he actually wanted to harm him. Perhaps it was this incident that made the old man lose his energy and became depressed after he came back.

Bayar stood up with his hands on his knees, feeling that it must be the blessing of the sun god, otherwise how could he meet Zhao Chuanxin?

Now that I'm getting old, I still want to enjoy happiness?

But he was not good at expressing himself, so he just followed Zhao Chuanxin and staggered along.

One tall and one short, one tall and the other stooped, the two figures waded through the heavy snow, leaving behind two series of footprints, one deep and one shallow.

Bayar entered the room that belonged to him. It was the only room in the primary school with a kang and a stove outside.

Because Zhao Chuanxin came first to light the stove, the kang and the fire wall were already slightly heated, adding warmth to the room.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You sit on the fire wall first, and I will clean it up for you."

Even though Zhao Chuanxin sounded like an old guy and had no intention of respecting his elders, it still made Bayar Bor feel that he had received too much kindness.

He waved his hand: "What are you packing? It's good."

The family has only four walls, and the school has just been built, and no furniture has been added, so it is far from good.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin had already prepared. He first placed Bayar's weird gadgets on the kang.

Immediately, there was a crash, and the wood cubes, boards and other wood were shaken to the floor.

It turned out that Zhao Chuanxin had already made preparations and asked Zhu Laoba to get the wood for the big round logs, and the dimensions were already measured.

To make furniture, one is either a nailer or a mortise-and-tenon expert.

Zhao Chuanxin was used to using nails, but these pieces of wood had already been made with mortise and tenon openings. He hired a carpenter to help design them.

It's just that he doesn't want to waste his brain cells thinking about it.

After taking off his coat, he didn't wear much. He wore an earthy green shirt under the windbreaker.

DuangDuangDuang…

The mallet struck once, and the force worked wonders, one at a time, just because the elf carving knife cut so smoothly without burrs.

In a moment, a simple desk stood up, followed by chairs, a wardrobe, and a display stand.

Bayar felt that the wall of fire under his butt was a little hot, so he moved to the edge of the kang.

This is much hotter than a yurt, something I couldn’t even imagine before.

Sitting and watching Zhao Chuanxin work, which most people don't get, is definitely a kind of enjoyment.

The solid wood table, with Zhao Chuanxin holding one leg in a relaxed posture, can move it however he wants. This kind of power and beauty alone is pleasing to the eye.

Duang kicked the table to the window and started assembling the display stand again.

Duang, kicked into the corner...

Zhao Chuanxin is by no means a genius with a super high IQ, but his logic is clear and his extremely healthy body makes his mind clear. Although he does things quickly, he is very organized.

It didn't take much effort to assemble the furniture.

The key is to take advantage of it. The mallet appears in your hand when you use it. There is no need to put it away. You can pick it up again after using it. There will never be a situation where you want to use it but can't find it.

If you want your hands free, you can have them immediately. Which piece of wood on the ground you want, first put it away and then take it out, and then it is in your hand.

What is needed is efficiency.

Originally, the house had only four walls, but before dark, it became a small apartment that was as small as a sparrow and had all the essentials.

At this time, the fire wall and the Kang were both burning hot.

In extremely cold places, fire walls and kangs are equivalent to huge radiators. As long as the fire is lit, the temperature will rise even if it is blocked.

The ridiculously thick wall turned the lattice window into a bay window in minutes, and it was no problem to sit on it, which greatly cut off the cold air outside.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled up his sleeves and didn't wear long johns, and he felt a little hot.

He took off his shirt and there was a T-shirt underneath.

First I went to add coal to the stove, and then came back to arrange the positions of the furniture.

The last kang cabinet was installed, and three sets of bedding were put in: "If friends come to stay in the future, it will be spare."

They were all stolen from Tsarist Russia, and it is a benefit to use them without spending any money.

Bayar looked at the brand new bedding and felt embarrassed again.

I haven't had a shower in a long time. Wouldn't it be a waste of the new bedding if I slept on it? .

Zhao Chuanxin went outside to the sand pile, put on his mud trowel gloves and got into a rock bathtub.

Rinse it with water first and pour it on the dirt outside the steps, otherwise the steps will freeze and the children may slip and knock off two front teeth.

Already missing teeth, two more missing ones would make it even worse.

Why rinse with water? Because every time sand is gathered, impurities and dust will be left behind.

He went back and filled the bathtub with water, heated it with the Old God's crucible brand, and told Bayar's forehead: "Come on, rub your old ashes, and every pound will fall lighter, and the loofah flesh will be prepared for you..."

Bayar touched the texture of the bathtub in surprise: "The stone is better than the outside wall..."