The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know at this time that the good thing he had done had happened.

The reason why it took so long for the bank to explode is also due to the recent dismal performance of Yokohama Shokin Bank. There are not many people handling business, and the bank is sparse.

Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin will arrive in The Hague soon and has a sufficient alibi.

At the beginning, he was worried that Yokohama Shokin Bank would close down, so he did not kill the goose to lay the eggs. In fact, he left some room for it.

He has to go every three or five for follow-up visits.

In short, if you are short of pocket money, go and withdraw it.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the Misty Traveler and ran south along the coastline from New York. He first arrived in New Jersey. He felt that it was too close to New York, so he went to Dayang City, Wilmington, and Charleston.

Because when running along the coast, the road is smooth, either in the shallow sea area or running on the beach. He is just watching, so he is extremely fast.

The newly modified soft gold armor has good sealing properties and is not afraid of water. If there are people or ships nearby, he will dive directly into the water and walk through it to take shelter.

He traveled across from Jacksonville, specifically avoiding Miami.

Passing through Mississippi and St. Louis.

Passed through Houston and Texas, and stayed in Texas for a long time, wandering along the Rio Grande and Bakers rivers. It's not because there is braised chicken here... I just feel that the winter here is warm, the places near the sea are tidal, the inland is dry, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. When you rest, you can wander around according to your mood.

In fact, there were several vacation spots that caught his heart along the way, such as North Carolina, South Carolina and Texas. The difference was that the former had dense forest cover, while the latter had endless grassland.

Running along the seaside, despite his fast speed, Zhao Chuanxin went to Dezhou for two rounds and it was already past six o'clock in the evening.

Except for eating some crepes in the morning, he hadn't eaten anything all day long. He wanted to go back home, but Xingyue said: "It's windy here and there will be hurricanes. It's not a good place for you to rest. In my opinion, Let’s go further south.”

Zhao Chuanxin muttered: "It's as if I really have a choice."

The energy fluctuations and convergence rune fragments can only be used once by one person, and they are still random.

Having said that, he still trusted Xingyue. He turned his head south, entered the Gulf of Mexico at the border, and went south along the coastline, arriving at a place where neither he nor Xingyue knew the name and landed.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was already hungry and pressed his chest against his back: "Zhuo, I can't run away any more today!"

Xingyue persuaded: "Keep it up, I think the environment here is good. Walk west. When your sleepiness reaches its peak and then rest, the jet lag will naturally reverse."

It's quite interesting that Zhao Chuanxin didn't have the time to persevere and persevere even during the war.

At this time, he gritted his teeth and moved forward, forward, and forward again.

The stars in the night sky here are chubby, and they make all the bellies appear round in the thick night sky.

But the man who is full does not know that the man who is hungry is hungry. He does not know that where they shine there is a hungry man who is about to collapse from exhaustion.

Zhao Chuanxin ran and ran, and finally came to a small house with white walls, red tiles, and a low stone wall. He took off his soft gold armor, accepted the Misty Traveler, and climbed up the low wall exhausted physically and mentally. Go in.

The house was dark and uninviting, and he planned to rest here tonight.

But as soon as he jumped in, he saw a dark, round shadow sitting on the stone steps outside the door.

Xingyue's lack of warning meant that there was no danger. Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of ghosts and gods, because he extremely suspected that ghosts and gods might not be his opponents...

So, he put on his glasses and looked through the night vision function, and saw a chubby boy with obvious Latino features sitting there.

The appearance of Zhao Chuanxin seemed to frighten the child.

Zhao Chuanxin thought he would scream and run away.

But the little fat man didn't move.

Zhao Chuanxin was too tired, so he walked slowly to the stone steps and sat down next to the little fat man: "Child, do you think I look like a human or a god?"

"\u0026%￥ @..." the little fat man muttered.

Zhao Chuanxin could probably tell that he was speaking Spanish, but he didn't know what he meant.

Most Latin Americans speak Spanish.

He asked Xingyue without hesitation: "What did he say?"

Xingyue's voice whispered in his ears: "I don't know."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Xingyue explained: "I have never learned it, how could I be born knowing it?"

Zhao Chuanxin ignored the dirt on the floor, threw his head back and stretched himself viciously.

The little fat man next to him didn't stop talking from the moment he opened his mouth, mumbling very fast to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin half-squinted his eyes: "Yeah, yes, you are right."

“%￥ # *\u0026……”

"I think so too."

"\u0026%￥*……"

"I think there's nothing wrong with us chatting all night."

Two people talk like chickens and ducks.

The little fat man not only talked, but also gestured.

He gradually became excited, and a look of horror appeared on his face. He spread his hands as if describing something very big. Then he looked frustrated, looked up at the stars, gently touched his fat face, and finally scratched his chest. He made the sign of the cross, seemed to mutter a few prayers, then bit his fingers and stared blankly.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Are you afraid he's not the stupid son of a landlord?

Along the way, the people he saw were all dark and thin. Except for well-dressed people, few could look so rich.

Xingyue said: "The human brain is very powerful, but its biggest flaw is that it cannot remember illogical content, but I can."

"You're awesome, aren't you?" Zhao Chuanxin said perfunctorily.

If it were anyone else, it would definitely be strange to hear him talking to himself, especially at night.

But the little fat man didn't. He was not afraid at all. He seemed to think that Zhao Chuanxin was very happy to talk to him, and he danced and talked endlessly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even want to say anything at the moment.

His stomach began to growl.

The little fat man's words were interrupted by the sound of a drum beating in Zhao Chuanxin's belly.

The little fat man patted his belly, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin's belly, shook his hand, with a fearful and unbearable expression on his face, and finally reached into his arms and took out a paper bag.

Opening the paper package wrapped in layers, Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head and saw, through the faint light of the sky, that inside the paper package was a golden hard pancake filled with minced meat, chili peppers and a little bit of sauce.

The little fat man swallowed his saliva, then reluctantly handed the pancake to Zhao Chuanxin, winking at the same time, nodding seriously, mumbling in his mouth, and waving his free left hand.

Zhao Chuanxin took the hard yellow pancake suspiciously, put it under his nose and smelled it.

Well, at least it’s not shit…

Zhao Chuanxin was hungry, but at the same time he was sleepy and tired, so he didn't want to cook.

He took a bite. The taste was a bit strange, but not unpleasant. It was very spicy.

The pancakes are made of corn, and the meat filling seems to be chicken, but it's very raw, far inferior to the fat and tender native chickens eaten outside the customs.

But the red sauce is pretty good.

How can a hungry person care about so many things?

As long as it is edible, it is delicious.

Zhao Chuanxin finished the pancake in two or three mouthfuls. Well, his teeth were full, but his stomach was still empty.

He bared his teeth and smiled: "My child, you are quite strange. Do you have any more?"

The little fat man seemed to understand this sentence and shook his head violently.

Zhao Chuanxin lay back on the ground and closed his eyes.

The little fat man looked up at the sky, said something to Zhao Chuanxin, got up and ran away.

Even though he is small and fat, he walks quickly and disappears into the night.

Not afraid of wrestling at night.

Zhao Chuanxin waited for him to leave, then insisted on getting up, pushing the door and found that it was locked.

He took out the plank bed he had made before, released the black puppet craftsman, puppet slaves, and lightsaber, and fell asleep.

With these, it's safe and sound.

The next morning, Zhao Chuanxin was shaken awake by Xingyue's puppet slave.

Xingyue said: "The little fat guy from last night is here again."

Zhao Chuanxin cursed, climbed up, and instantly put away the bed, puppets, and everything else.

He was too tired from last night, so he didn't take a closer look, so he set up a pergola to look at it.

This is a shabby little village, with clusters of rushes scattered along the desolate dirt roads and a few mesquite trees standing sparsely.

Most of the villages are crumbling thatched huts and thatched houses. The better ones are houses made of stone, mud and grass. The one behind Zhao Chuanxin can be considered a decent building.

Smoke from cooking is dotted all over the village, rising straight into the sky on a windless morning.

The women in the village got up as early as birds and worked together to clean the deserted streets.

From a distance, Zhao Chuanxin could see the young herder driving the zebu out of the corral and gnawing grass near the fence.

Looking down from a high position, there are some people drying yellow pumpkins and corn in their yards.

This place was really lackluster, and Zhao Chuanxin was very dissatisfied with the place where he stayed last night.

Then he saw the little fat man running towards him.

Running up to Zhao Chuanxin, the little fat man held his knees and gasped. His velvet coat was stained with dust and covered with moss marks from crawling and rolling outside. The straps on his shoulders had worn away some of the velvet because he was carrying A basket with a large mouth that is out of proportion to his body.

When he leaned over, his fat body was almost crushed.

For the sake of the corn tortillas and steamed buns served last night, Zhao Chuanxin helped him with quick eyes and hands, thus avoiding the tragedy that happened at such a young age.

The little fat man thanked him, unloaded the large basket, took out a blanket from the back, and said to Zhao Chuanxian: "Foreigners, this is a blanket sold by people from Massamitra. They always I think you'll need this blanket when it's cold at night, but you won't need it until the hibiscus blooms."

Of course, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand a word of the little fat man's chatter.

But he still took the blanket and watched what tricks the little fat man played.

The little fat man took out another pine tree from the basket and said, "This is pine tree. If you light it at night, the dark road will no longer torture you. The light can drive away evil. You will need it."

Zhao Chuanxin took over Mingzi in a funny way.

Then there was a paper bag underneath, with food wrapped there. Because it was still hot, Zhao Chuanxin could smell the aroma of eggs and pork.

The little fat man directly handed the big basket to Zhao Chuanxin: "Eat, eat these meat-filled pancakes, poor foreigner, you must not hurt innocent people for food, whether you live here permanently or just passing by. "

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the floor and took out the pancakes from the large basket.

After a night's sleep, he was full of energy and no longer as hungry as he was last night.

So, after opening these paper packages, he opened the wrapped soft cakes and looked at the fillings inside.

Good guy, it is wrapped with fried yellow pork slices with black inside, yellow with black eggs, yellow with black potatoes and peppers...

This is all fried to a crisp, and your cooking skills are really trendy.

He didn't know what the little fat man said, or what purpose the little fat man had in bringing him food early in the morning.

This little fat boy has a problem with his IQ, but it seems to be different from Marcus Nkrumah.

Zhao Chuanxin took a bite. Although it inevitably had a burnt smell, it tasted okay. The key was that the lard was roasted crispy, a bit like oil residue, and the rolls were fragrant.

After six rolls, Zhao Chuanxin drank a bottle of water to fill the gaps, and the little fat boy kept chattering in his ears.

Old Zhao's life motto is: not taking advantage is equivalent to suffering a loss.

However, facing a child with a problem with his IQ is another matter.

He thought about it, took out two Yingyang and handed them to the little fat boy.

The little fat boy was stunned, then shook his head.

Huh?

Interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and saw a dead mesquite tree outside the low wall. He took out the elf carving knife, cut off a piece of wood, took it back to the small courtyard, sat cross-legged and began to carve.

He was very skilled in carving, and his knife skills had already reached perfection.

Conception, rough, top to bottom, front to back, shallow to deep, from the surface of the wood to the inside, peeling layer by layer, easily.

The elf carving knife sometimes changes into a flat knife, sometimes a triangular knife, sometimes a round knife...

Dig fine blanks, move the knife quickly, open the face without thinking, leave room for polishing, and put away the knife in a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin signaled the little fat man to blow a breath of fairy air.

The little fat man took a long time to understand, puffed up his belly and blew hard at the wood block covered with sawdust.

Huh... sawdust flew, revealing the true appearance of the wood carving.

This is a wood carving of a strong man with bare upper body, carrying a huge cross.

The cross is horizontal and vertical, the strong man's facial features are clear, his beard and hair are smooth, and his muscle lines are symmetrical.

The little fat man was stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly, took out a handful of knot grass and repeatedly polished along the direction of the wood grain. The knife marks and sand roads were few in the first place, and they all disappeared in a moment, revealing the wood grain.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the wood carving to the little fat man: "Zhao doesn't eat your roujiamo for nothing, this is a return gift."

The little fat man held the wood carving in his arms and stroked it excitedly.

A figurine from the early 20th century, is it okay?

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was having fun, so he ran to the side to brush his teeth.

After brushing his teeth, he saw that the little fat man was still holding the wood carving and mumbling there, so he gently put the blanket and pine torches into the big basket, put on the soft golden armor, stepped on the ethereal traveler and left quietly.

When the little fat man finally found that Zhao Chuanxin had disappeared, he was immediately surprised and shouted: "Stranger, stranger, where have you been?"

Others shouted twice, but no one answered, so they knew that he had left.

He shouted for a full ten minutes before he realized it. He scratched his head and said to himself: "I am so stupid, really. No wonder Aguirre Ida always said that Juvencio Toric's head can't be cleaned even with camphor oil." He put the wood carving into a large basket and walked back with difficulty. The church in the village is the most colorful building in the village. Because the outer wall of the church has a collage of colored porcelain. Father Jose Treros saw Juvencio Torreco and was about to say hello, but he saw a corner of the basket behind him, so he stepped forward to take a look and frowned: "What is this?"

Juvencio Torreco showed joy on his face: "Father Jose, this is a gift from a stranger. He is a good man, I know he is a good man, he will not do evil for food."

José Treros listened to his incoherent talk and looked at the wood carvings in the basket. His face was gloomy: "Enough, don't say it, Juvencio, you always cause trouble to our village, I must report your actions to Don Carrillo."

Juvencio Torreco's chubby round face turned pale and drooped.

The two walked towards Torreco Manor.

On the way, Juvencio Tore saw something and quickly forgot his worries and fears. He said happily: "Father José, look, there is a 'roadrunner'."

José Terreros looked and saw that it was a roadrunner, which is called "roadrunner" in the local area.

He was very angry because Juvencio Tore didn't take the serious matter he thought to heart.

So, he stamped his feet fiercely.

Juvencio Tore's eyes widened: "Father José, why are you scaring this poor little thing? It didn't provoke you, let alone steal your food."

"Humph!"

Not far away, the fat boy Juvencio Tore picked soapberries under a soapberry tree again, and said: "I will string them together and give them to the stranger who comes to the village again, just like the mother who is accompanying the Son of God in heaven often says - people should be conscientious."

Finally, he arrived at the Tore manor.

Jose Terreros found Carrillo Torreco, the owner of the manor and Juvencio Torreco's father.

Jose Terreros took the wood carving out of the big basket and said, "Don Carrillo Torreco, look at what this is? You will be as angry as I am when you see this! This is simply blasphemy against God and it is simply nonsense."

Adding "Don" before a name is a respectful title for a person.

Carrillo Torreco was really furious.

He pointed at Juvencio Torreco's big basket and said, "You are a glutton, and you are giving food from home to outsiders, right? You are already a big eater, but you steal food every day to give to outsiders. I must be cursed to have a child like you."

Jose Terreros: "..."

Is this what you care about?

Carrillo Torreco became even more angry, and he roared, "Aguerre Ida, come here."

Agure Ida, who was grazing cattle by the fence and snickering at the excitement, lost his smile and his face was full of panic.

He was only seventeen years old, and his childish look remained on his face.

He came over respectfully: "Master, what do you want from me?"

He was a sharecropper of Carrillo Torric.

Because the man was immature and skinny with little strength, Carrillo Torric let him graze.

Carrillo Torric suddenly kicked Agure Ida down, and then kicked him all over the head and face: "I told you to look after Juvencio, why do you still let him steal things to outsiders? Beat me to death if you don't You. When the Gomez brothers come back, I will let them kill you!"

Agure Ida was kicked until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He begged for mercy loudly: "Master, I was wrong. I never dare to do it again. I must be optimistic about Juvencio..."

By now, Jose Treiros was gone.

He also did not dare to face the angry big landowner.

Let Don Carrillo Torric teach the child who does not receive the blessings of the Virgin and the Son.

…

Zhao Chuanxin has now reached the place where he really wants to stay.

For example, this place is called Puebla LS Ragosa.

There are colorful porcelain buildings everywhere here, as well as monasteries and churches with colorful porcelain collages on their facades.

In ancient times, colored porcelain was introduced from China to West Asia by the Arabs through the Silk Road, and from West Asia to Europe and the world.

The Spanish colonists brought the ceramic firing technology to Latin America, blended it with indigenous styles, and formed the unique new Talavera ceramic art, which reached its peak in the last century.

This kind of ceramics, which seems gaudy to Chinese people, shines in foreign countries.

Zhao Chuanxin heard the bustle of people in the market and saw the crowds of people on the streets. He couldn't help but admire: "The energy rises and falls with the rune fragments. It would be perfect if you could locate them here for me."