The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After taking the vitality potion, Zhao Chuanxin also felt the pain in his stomach.

But Captain Zhao had experienced many injuries. He considered himself a hero and remained silent, but the muscles on his face could not restrain the distortion.

"Fuck, if I'm caught and executed by a kid, will I become a traitor?"

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin was thinking about this.

People who accuse the rich of donating less often have nothing to lose. People who claim to be patriotic often don't even pay taxes. Moral kidnappers themselves love to criticize others. These are all numerous.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin had to examine himself three times again: I am true, I am kind, and I am beautiful.

Well, that's no problem.

While thinking wildly, the effect of particle flow in the body disappeared, and Zhao Chuanxin felt more relaxed than ever before.

He understood that the vitality spring water itself may not be so magical, but the relief after pain makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, moved his hands and feet, and said to himself happily: "I want to fight ten desert emperors!"

But Xingyue said: Fight Level 59 Desert Emperor tomorrow.

Zhao Chuanxin's confident smile froze. He had not yet passed Level 58 Desert Emperor.

Whether it's reality or a virtual game, the feeling of being abused is always bad.

The temperature dropped sharply tonight, probably to around minus 30 degrees Celsius, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mountainside hut were completely frosted.

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to take out the wine, he heard the sound of tapping on the window.

He walked over and pressed his palms against the window to let his body temperature melt the frost. The exposed glass reflected a pair of yellow eyes with large pupils.

It's a snowy owl.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the door and put it in.

This guy staggered into the house with steps that he didn't recognize.

As soon as he entered the house, he found the paper that belonged to him and squatted down, squinting as if he was yawning.

It clicked its mouth. Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Codex" and looked at the cover. What it said was: "Where did you go last night? You froze to death."

Zhao Chuanxin slept in his own house in Lubin Mansion last night.

Since Yao Bing's parents and grandparents came to Lubin Mansion, he moved back home, so there were only Rebecca Levi and the Tsarist Russian maid Nina in the house.

Occasionally, Zhao Chuanxin would go back to prevent him from getting into trouble.

He said, "Wait until I nail a hut for you outside. If I'm not at home, you can spend the night in the hut."

Snowy owls are completely diurnal, unlike other owls that hunt at night.

The snowy owl said, "It's not as warm as your home outside."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin wondered: "Why can't you survive the winter without me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it may be warm. Who likes to suffer?"

It made sense, but Zhao Chuanxin couldn't refute it.

After thinking about it, he said: "Tomorrow morning, I will take you to a place where you can go to sleep at night."

The Snow Owl moved towards the window and yawned again: "That's great, I'm going to sleep."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

It was afraid of extreme cold, but it was also afraid of heat. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the temperature near the window felt just right for it.

After Zhao Chuanxin refreshed the "Old God Code" for that day's physical strength, he released Xingyue, which controlled the black puppet craftsman to write a task schedule for Cui Fenghua on the table.

Zhao Chuanxin himself took out the rack and baking pan, took out the beef he bought in Hulun City, washed it, cut it, put it into a porcelain basin, and marinated it with soy sauce, sugar, and thirteen spices.

He has been eating very casually recently, and today he was in a good mood. He made a rare move and cut onions.

When cutting onions, even though the knife was stained with water, Zhao Chuanxin was still so angry that he burst into tears. The god of war and black magic will be dragged down to the mortal world at this time, no different from ordinary people.

He found that his tear ducts were more developed than before, and a large amount of tears quickly washed away the spicy taste of the onions.

This made Zhao Chuanxian feel strange. Could it be the effect of Shi Zhongshui again?

Zhao Chuanxin has been trying to eat various kinds of fats and oils together recently. In addition to soybean oil, there are also beef tallow, lard and butter, and he eats them with a ratio of meat and vegetables.

Some people say that butter is vegetarian oil. Can butter extracted from milk be called vegetarian oil?

Because I drank Shi Zhong Shui yesterday, my body became sensitive.

Therefore, after the beef was marinated, Zhao Chuanxin used two baking pans, one with soybean oil and one with butter.

The two baking pans were heated at the same time, the sound of barbecue sizzling was heard, and the disturbed Snow Owl opened its eyes.

"Da da da……"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't read the translation. He flipped the baking sheet with a wooden shovel and said, "You are full, but I am still hungry. You must get used to falling asleep with this sizzling sound that can sublimate your soul."

Snowy Owl: "..."

Zhao Chuanxian took out a porcelain plate. This was a blue and white porcelain of the Yang Borun School imitating the Kangxi period. The plate had a blue and white panoramic view, towering pavilions, cornices, surrounded by pines and cypresses. The rocks were lightly crusted with thick moss, and the edges were delicate and ink. Subtle.

People in the industry can tell at a glance that this thing was produced during the Guangxu period.

But the value is still high, and it can be regarded as a masterpiece imitating the blue and white flowers of Kangxi.

Zhao Chuanxin traveled south and north, and when he saw good things, he did not hesitate to spend money to buy them. He actually had some inventory in his hands.

Then use a clay mortar to mash the cashews and peanuts, pour them into a blue and white porcelain plate, mix them with raw and cooked cumin powder, salt, sugar, peach cake, cooked sesame seeds, and chili powder, and mix them together.

So the dipping sauce is ready.

He took out the Tongsheng gold pot he bought in Jinzhou and poured a cup into it.

Very good, Qihuo.

When the meat is cooked, stop and turn off the heat.

For people who are into crafts, even a pair of chopsticks is very important.

Zhao Chuanxin's chopsticks are spinach green jasper inlaid with red sandalwood and inlaid with gold tips. The tail of the chopsticks has a pure gold crown-style bun, and below is a section of red sandalwood. The square red sandalwood has extremely fine gold-inlaid Tang grass patterns. The lower section is jasper, which is engraved with non-slip cloud and thunder patterns. The bottom part is still red sandalwood, but the chopstick heads are made of pure gold.

The color of the top and chopstick head match.

There is only one pair in the world, and Cixi will not need it while she is alive.

Began to eat.

Zhao Chuanxin first tasted the beef on the soybean oil baking pan, and then felt it carefully after swallowing it.

Hmm, soybean oil has a bit of a strong taste.

Then there’s the buttery one.

After baking two plates, he baked another plate using boiled butter and lard.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that regardless of the taste, butter seemed to be the best and soybean oil the worst in terms of its impact on his body.

Aren’t you saying that animal oil is bad for your health?

Why is the opposite true?

Or is he an exception because there are too many things in his body that are different from ordinary people?

He drained the Tong Sheng Jin Shao Guo in one gulp, and the fire ray entered his throat, and his stomach suddenly felt warm.

In the past, even if he only drank a small cup, he would get drunk immediately.

But it didn't happen this time. After my stomach warmed up, it was as if I hadn't drank, and there was no reaction to alcohol.

While he was thinking about it, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol in his nose.

Lower your head and smell it, it's coming from your body.

Just like what the old beggar said, the alcohol has evaporated from the body surface.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, unsure of the reason.

If water in a stone can detoxify, then it seems alcohol can be considered a poison too.

On the eighth day of November, it is suitable to travel and get married, but not to pray for blessings or dig wells.

The snowy owl wakes up before the first ray of sunlight peeks through.

The first thing I do when I wake up is to go find food.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the remaining tenderloin and cut it into strips to feed it.

I saw the remnants of its spit on the paper again, and I was about to curse, but then Zhao Chuanxin thought: We are similar to it, we swallow everything we do, both the good and the bad, and the process is always painful but painful. Never change despite repeated admonishment.

As soon as he thought of this, he swallowed his words.

"Let's take you to your new home."

Don't let it fly either. It may not fly as fast as Zhao Chuanxin.

Wrapping it up with a blanket, Zhao Chuanxin put on the soft gold armor and galloped toward Lubin Mansion on the Misty Traveler.

There are benefits to running in the winter. Those annoying oat whiskers, nagging foxtail grass, alfalfa leaf thorns, those parachutes with spiral tips that fall in the wind, and plant seeds with spear points or thorn balls are gone.

Otherwise, if Zhao Chuanxin ran all the way without wearing soft gold armor, his trousers and shoelaces would be covered with grass seeds, which would be very difficult to clean up.

Arriving outside his house in Lubin Mansion, Zhao Chuanxin released the snow owl.

Not only was it not cold, it even spread its wings to dissipate heat, and made a complaining "dah-dah" sound.

It seems to be keeping it warm.

At this time, Nina came out to pour water, saw Zhao Chuanxin, and said in surprise: "Sir, you are back."

Rebecca Levi, who was washing inside, ran out with a toothbrush in her mouth.

In Lubin Mansion, she seemed to be very close to Zhao Chuanxin, but at the same time she seemed far away.

Zhao Chuanxin is so elusive.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the snowy owl and said: "From now on, it will come here to sleep every night. When it knocks on the window, remember to open the door for it."

Rebecca Levi and Nina looked down at the snowy owl standing at the door in confusion, looking up at them.

The snowy owl opens its mouth and narrows its eyes, which is both fierce and cute.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Snow Owl again: "You can get out."

Hearing this, the snowy owl flapped its wings and took off, circling twice above the house before heading west.

It seems to memorize the terrain in general.

Just as Rebecca Levi was about to ask what was going on, Zhao Chuanxin had already gone inside to wash up.

After washing up, Nina came to ask him to have breakfast.

Nina is a hard-working woman who gets up early every day.

It’s just that the breakfast she made was...

Pancakes made of milk, eggs, salt and flour, milk cakes dipped in honey...

At the dinner table, Rebecca Levi was chattering about some work-related matters.

Zhao Chuanxin gave a perfunctory um um oh oh.

Rebecca Levi said: "During the meeting, someone proposed lowering taxes and raising taxes on high-income earners. The grassland is bitterly cold and it is difficult for the people..."

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin interrupt her: "Any policy cannot be implemented with a slap on the head. Raising taxes on high-income earners means forcing them out and transferring their assets. Of course, the ones who will be hit hardest are the so-called The urban elites are currently the mainstay of the economy of Lubin Prefecture and Hulun City. What you have to solve is to allocate the resources as fairly as possible while keeping the total amount of resources unchanged, and find a balance, rather than reducing taxes. What you boasted about during the Kangxi period The slogan "Never add taxes" is a typical example. During the San Francisco Rebellion that lasted for eight years, Wu Sangui and others had all local funds requisitioned by the state. If local government offices wanted to operate normally, they could only distribute them to the people. The gluttons could openly feed the people! Never! With additional gifts, it becomes a super heavy gift.”

After saying this, Zhao Chuanxin felt as if he had become the "expert" that everyone shouted at, and he began to stand up and talk without pain in his back. I have a guilty conscience, but I really can't lower taxes and increase taxes randomly, as it is easy to get away with it.

Rebecca Levi was speechless.

She is serious about what she does, but her knowledge is still a bit short.

What Zhao Chuanxin said is not alarmist, but a fact confirmed in subsequent world history.

As a result, Da Meili fell into a vicious cycle.

For local governments like Lubin Prefecture, it is very easy to force away those at the top of the wealth pyramid because they have too many places to choose from.

If Lugang Town had done this, Lugang Town would not be where it is today.

It is true that Zhao Chuanxin does not have much governance ability, but after all, he stands on the shoulders of giants, who will be the history of the next hundred years.

Rebecca Levy deals with money all day long. She asked: "When you talk about fair allocation of resources, are the resources money?"

"No, you can figure out the rest by yourself." Zhao Chuanxin swallowed the pancake in a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth and stood up. "Currently, the Lubinfu area is running well, so it's not appropriate to mess with it. If you insist on messing with it, it's better to think about how to make wealth circulate actively and in a positive way."

Rebecca Levy felt enlightened.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his clothes and went out. The moment he left, he was teleported back to his room in the Hulun City Inn.

He took off the bronze eye and went next door to find Cui Fenghua.

"Let's go eat steamed buns and drink pot of tea." Zhao Chuanxin was not full at all.

He doesn't like pancakes and pancakes.

Buryat steamed buns with hot bread crust and stuffed with mutton and wild leeks, Godlek made with potatoes and beef, Ugutaicuo with fried rice, milk skin, beef jerky and milk tea...

This is called breakfast.

Seeing Cui Fenghua's mouth full of oil after eating, you can tell that it tastes good.

After a real meal, Zhao Chuanxin took Cui Fenghua to Hulun City Bingbei Road and met Huang Shifu.

Zhao Chuanxin sat at the head seat of Bingbei Road Yamen with a golden sword. What was different from the past was that this time he did not refuse the tea and took a sip.

Milk tea is milk tea and tea is tea.

Huang Shifu glanced at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise.

Officials are more thoughtful.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin did not eat or drink tea outside. Huang Shifu also heard about this because Zhao Chuanxin was afraid of being poisoned. After all, he had too many enemies.

But he drank it this time. Does it mean that Zhao Chuanxin regards him as one of his own?

Could this be seen as a signal?

Of course, this was because he was overthinking it. It was simply because Zhao Chuanxin was no longer so worried about others poisoning him.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Cui Fenghua and said: "I have nothing else to do today. This is my secretary Cui Fenghua. Bring him to identify me. By the way, I want to tell you that the establishment of the Acceptance Bureau will be put on the agenda."

Huang Shifu's heart skipped a beat.

The Inspection and Acceptance Bureau actually also has the functions of the Land Bureau in the future, which is to reasonably protect and utilize natural resources such as land resources, mineral resources, and forest resources. At the same time, it regularly conducts random inspections and accepts various bills approved by the Government and Commodity Bureau.

The acceptance bureau can restrict the official cargo bureau to a large extent.

Huang Shifu knew how powerful the Government and Commodity Bureau was, and the Inspection and Acceptance Bureau under Bing Beidao's control could just choke the Government and Commodity Bureau's neck.

He couldn't help but think more: Could it be that Zhao Chuanxin was suspicious of Yao Jia, the general manager of the Bureau of Official Commodity and Commodities?

Huang Shifu is not that cool of a cool official. He is easy to get into trouble. When the building is about to collapse, he is not at all ambiguous about what he should do. He generally has a bad temper.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "In addition to the functions you know, you also need to investigate the utilization rate of land resources. For example, Xiaodui opened a processing plant. After occupying the land, it did not start construction for a year and was inspected by the Acceptance Bureau. Once you know this, you need to take back the land to prevent wastage of land resources."

When Huang Shifu heard this, he always felt that Zhao Chuanxin was targeting someone.

But for a while, I couldn't figure out the key.

Of course he couldn't figure it out. Zhao Chuanxin was preparing for a trick in the future.

Huang Shifu thought for a while and asked, "Who decides the charter of the Acceptance Bureau?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the schedule given by Xingyue on his glasses and said: "There will be an interview the day after tomorrow, and legal professionals will be recruited at that time. Didn't the Qing government long ago order the establishment of a consultative body? That's great. , why not our Lubin Prefecture set a precedent and be the first to establish an advisory bureau. The legal basis for the charter of the Acceptance Bureau should be legislated by the advisory bureau."

Huang Shifu stood up suddenly: "This, this is inappropriate..."

There was nothing wrong with the Advisory Council, and he even supported it with both hands.

But he heard that Zhao Chuanxin's so-called legislation had nothing to do with the Qing court. It was entirely local autonomy legislation, which was meant to override the feudal rule of the Qing court.

For traditional scholars like Huang Shifu and officials with a loyalty to the emperor, this was as disgusting as eating a fly.

Zhao Chuanxin also stood up, stared at Huang Shifu and said coldly: "It doesn't matter what you say, you can only choose to join or quit!"