The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Calderon Velazquez was impatient with the bumpy ride. Hearing this, his narrowed eyes straightened up, and his majesty increased sharply: "Murder? Doesn't that mean that what the crazy old man said is true? Why didn't you say it just now?"

The head of the bodyguards looked serious: "Perfume mint is a herb. Who would use it in the stable? Horses don't like that smell. The stone just now blocked the blood, but they forgot to cover up the smell of blood. I guess there is blood under the stone. There are not many of us, and you are close. The people in the White House Tavern are too brave. I am worried that they will hurt you."

Calderon Velazquez suddenly felt scared when he thought of the boy's calmness and serious nonsense.

If the head of the bodyguards' guess is correct, then this group of bandits is really bold and doesn't take him, the governor, seriously.

A nameless anger suddenly rose.

He thought of the horse tied to the stake next to the stable, which looked really majestic.

If he remembered correctly, he had seen this horse in an American businessman, and he had coveted it for a long time.

But the Americans were the clients in Mexico, and the clients had to take the money they earned from them. Diaz was in power and favored foreign-funded enterprises, so he didn't dare to offend these clients.

But if this horse fell into the hands of a bandit, hehe...

Thinking of this, they arrived at Torric Manor.

Camilo Torric was surprised to learn that Calderón Velázquez had come, and hurriedly took people out to greet him.

The arrogant landlord in Quetzalan turned into a qualified lackey at this time, with a flattering face, and greeted him respectfully outside the arch composed of reeds and corn stalks. The only drawback was that the floats were temporarily unusable.

Although Calderón Velázquez thought Camilo Torric was a bumpkin, he liked the grand show.

He got off the car with a smile and said to Camilo Torric: "Old man, you did a good job."

The two sides obviously knew each other for a long time.

Camilo Torric, who usually had a gloomy face, was praised by the governor and showed a little pride on his face.

These landlords, like the gentry in the country, participated in the local infrastructure and public security.

At this time, Urquidi Gomez hurried over after hearing the news, and almost lost one of his shoes.

Camilo Torric glared at him with disdain: "Be careful when you talk later."

Urquidi Gomez chuckled.

Governor Calderón Velazquez glanced at Urquidi Gomez and roughly understood that this was Camilo Torric's estate escort.

This kind of thing is common in Mexico. There are landlords in every village and town, and every landlord has to keep some escorts in his home. The escorts collude with the rural cavalry to help them plunder land.

The Diaz government plundered a large amount of land from Mexican farmers, who were mainly Indians and Indian mixed-race people. Whether it was the public land of the Indian commune or the land cultivated by farmers for generations, the government officials, estate owners and land speculators were forcibly seized without compensation because they could not provide legal evidence.

The annexation of land reached an astonishing level. More than 30 million acres of land in Lower California belonged to four people, and 1/5 of the land in the country was concentrated in the hands of 17 people. Now, there are almost 9 million farmers without land in various places. Most of the farmers who were driven out of their homes became serfs of large estate owners. On average, a serf could only receive 25 to 40 cents from his master every day, which was very bleak.

Camilo Torric first prepared fine wine and food for the governor, picking the best and the most expensive ones.

Then he took Calderón Velázquez to watch the shepherd's play, which was a play that was only performed at Christmas.

Calderón Velázquez enjoyed the feeling of being valued.

While watching the play, he said to Camilo Torik: "Old man, although you have done a good job, you know that in Quetzalan, there is a group of bandits who are blatantly committing crimes."

This surprised Camilo Torik.

Could the governor be talking about Urquidi Gomez and his gang?

Is he trying to fool himself?

Or did he not give the governor enough pomp?

Camilo Torik's suspicion was justified. After all, in Quetzalan, there were no bandits except Urquidi Gomez and his gang who looked like bandits.

Calderón Velazquez was also a smart man. He knew from his expression that Camilo Torik had misunderstood.

He smiled faintly, and the two eyes on his fat face were almost squeezed out: "Old man, I'm talking about the white house tavern at the west entrance of the town. Did you know that there are bandits hiding in it?"

Camilo Toric certainly didn't know, and didn't think that the stranger and the young boy Aguire Ida could form a bandit gang.

However, he didn't refute it, pretending to be ignorant and said: "I don't know about this. Usually, Quetshalan lives and works in peace and contentment, and the faces of the townspeople are always filled with happy smiles. I haven't heard of anyone being killed by bandits."

Calderon Velazquez thought of the townspeople he saw along the way. How could they live and work in peace and contentment? They were all skinny, with numb faces, and many people were injured.

You call this living and working in peace and contentment?

Look at those houses, they are shabby and the people are ragged. You call this living and working in peace and contentment?

But he also didn't expose it: "Yes, when we came here, we met a farmer who worked for you. He said there were bandits in the White House Tavern. My bodyguard also said that the people in the White House Tavern killed someone."

Camilo Torek's face showed anger appropriately: "The governor is here, and they dare to do whatever they want. It's really unreasonable. Mr. Governor, what do you want me to do?"

Calderon Velazquez said: "Send someone to find the cavalry police, and you cooperate with them to catch the bandits. By the way, I see that the bandits seem to have a horse, maybe it was stolen, I like it very much, and I am willing to pay for it."

Camilo Torek heard the sound of the strings and understood the elegant meaning: "Country horses are not worth much. If Mr. Governor likes it, just give him one peso and he can take it away."

"Ah, I didn't expect that the horses in Quetzalan are so cheap, it's really surprising." Calderon Velazquez said happily.

Urquidi Gomez sent someone to notify the cavalry police and gathered his team at the same time.

Camilo Torric calculated secretly that the expenses for entertaining the governor, the governor's pistol bodyguards, and a group of cavalry policemen, plus the shepherd's play, floats, and the money the governor gave him before he left, would cost 4,000 pesos in the next two days, which was an astonishing cost.

But it was all worth it.

After watching the shepherd's play for a while, Calderón Velázquez said again: "By the way, we have constant friction with the neighboring state of Veracruz. This time, I also plan to increase the number of rural cavalry patrols, otherwise people from Veracruz will always come to provoke us."

When Diaz was in power, he had a set of unique methods to win people's hearts.

For example, he bought newspapers and educational institutions to let them endorse and promote him.

In addition, there are various forces remaining on the Mexican political stage, such as the Juarez faction, the Lerdo faction, the Porfirio faction, etc.

Diaz sowed discord among them, causing them to disagree with each other and often have conflicts.

The conflicts were diverted from Diaz, and Diaz went to divide and win over, mediate conflicts, and distribute benefits.

He allowed local military and political leaders to be re-elected, and even allowed the transfer of official positions to relatives and friends, which was simply outrageous.

The condition was that they had to be loyal to him.

This cultivated many governors and garrison generals who claimed to be kings. These people were at odds with each other, supervised each other, and often had frictions. In serious cases, the rural cavalry and the army would fight each other.

This is roughly the situation in Mexico today.

As soon as Calderón Velazquez said this, Camilo Torric understood: "Mr. Governor, you make sense. We should expand our strength and cannot put all our hopes on the military."

Mobilizing the army will cause a lot of noise.

But the rural cavalry was originally a bandit, and fighting was just like bandits fighting for territory, which was no big deal.

But Urquidi Gomez's people brought the rural cavalry police.

Camilo Torick secretly found the patrol police and said, "Take a day off tonight. The manor will treat you to delicious food and drinks. Tomorrow, when you go to capture the outsiders, you might as well capture Miguel Esteban in the town first. He must be a member of the bandit forces of the outsiders. Remember, don't leave him alive, otherwise it will be difficult to get the land deed."

...

Zhao Chuanxin is very busy.

He is doing research and development with Xingyue in the glass-top studio.

The materials looted by the Fearless Pioneer from the Rune City need to be converted into combat power.

The anti-force rune fragment is based on the 49th singularity axiom - floating.

It mainly acts to offset gravity.

This was originally used to create hidden weapons. If you create a flying knife and install the anti-force rune fragment, the flying knife can fly all the time after it is thrown out until the air resistance offsets the throwing force, or it stops after hitting the target, and it will never fall due to gravity.

Theoretically, as long as the force is strong enough, the flying knife can fly to the end of the world and fly out of the atmosphere...

Xingyue said: "If the anti-force rune fragments are installed on the hidden weapon, it would be a waste of natural resources."

The eyes of the black puppet craftsman have a microscopic effect. The silk processing structure of the anti-force rune fragments is increased from 8 silk processing structures to 256 silk processing structures. The rune fragments are controlled by the 256 silk processing structures and installed on a shoulder strap with a low-level blue crystal.

Xingyue named the newly made straps-anti-force shoulder straps.

Zhao Chuanxin put on the anti-force shoulder straps, did not bend his knees, and jumped lightly. He had a normal take-off height, and fell as light as a feather.

Xingyue immediately calculated: "The anti-force shoulder straps with 256 silk processing structures can roughly offset 65% of your gravity."

Zhao Chuanxin was eager to try and wanted to go out and try it.

This degree of gravity offset is almost the same as the effect of walking, running and jumping on Mars.

The gravity on Mars is 62% lower than that on Earth, and the ratio of gravity acceleration on Mars to Earth is roughly 0.38.

According to Xingyue's rough calculation, with the anti-force shoulder strap, Zhao Chuanxin does not need the assistance of Desert Root, Rage Armor, Chaos Armor and Xingyue. He can easily jump to a height of about three meters with his own explosive power.

And when falling, the gravity acceleration is lower, so he will not get hurt.

With the help of Desert Root, Rage Armor, Chaos Armor and Xingyue, Zhao Chuanxin can easily climb over the highest wall on Earth.

Zhao Chuanxin first put away the anti-force shoulder strap, and then picked out two black true vision crystals from the offerings of the believers of the God of Time and Space, and worked with the black puppet craftsman to grind two sunglasses lenses to create a new pair of glasses.

Because the sun in Mexico is too scorching.

Xingyue said: "The fabrics that Fearless Vanguard plundered from the fabric store in Rune City are wear-resistant and breathable. I will sew you a seasonal windbreaker."

As for clothes, they must be designed by Zhao Chuanxin himself.

He designed a gray-green fishtail windbreaker with a hood. A pair of straight overalls of the same color.

The black puppet craftsman and the puppet slave cooperated to sew it by hand, which took a total of half an hour, and the efficiency was amazing.

He wanted to take a nap in the underground fortress, but he remembered that the camel was still in the cabin, so Zhao Chuanxin teleported back to the cabin to sleep.

The next morning, he was awakened by the camel's mouth.

"Stupid, get up quickly, let me out, I'm starving." Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Code" and saw the camel's voice on the cover.

Zhao Chuanxin cursed and opened the door for it.

The camel lowered its head and went out, and ran away.

Sure enough, you will pay for what you have done sooner or later.

The puppet slave prepared the meal, and Zhao Chuanxin ate.

While eating breakfast, the puppet slave polished his shoes and prepared clothes.

Then he washed Zhao Chuanxin's hair.

Dirty, tiring, and troublesome, all left to it.

Zhao Chuanxin just went out.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped in the dense forest, more than two meters in a jump, and swung down the hillside holding the tree trunk.

Although it looked steep, the landing speed was not that fast, and there was no discomfort in the knees after landing.

This does not mean that Zhao Chuanxin was subjected to less gravity, but the shoulder straps took part of the gravity and supported it under his armpits, so it would not cause osteoporosis.

After feeling it for a while, Zhao Chuanxin returned to the government office of Lubin Prefecture to work.

Niu Hanzhang did not return to Jilin for the New Year.

He was preparing a sewage treatment plant to connect with the sewer infrastructure that Lubin Prefecture would carry out after the New Year, and was waiting for the wool processing machine assembly line.

Zhao Chuanxin was processing official documents in the office, and Cui Fenghua knocked on the door and came in and said: "Sir, Mr. Niu is here."

Now everyone still likes to call him "Mr. Niu", but Niu Hanzhang actually doesn't like this name, as it sounds like he can never get rid of the shadow of his father.

Niu Hanzhang entered the room: "Sir, the wool processing machine made by Hankou Juanwang Technical College has arrived. I specially come to invite you to watch the trial run."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up, threw away the pen, and went to get the coat from the hanger: "Let's go."

In the original history, Niu Hanzhang liked speculative business, buying and selling soybean futures, speculating on Qiang Tie, and ended up losing everything.

In this life, he was put on the right track by Zhao Chuanxin and did a few human things.

In the wool workshop of the Niu family, the students from Hankou saluted Zhao Chuanxin excitedly when they saw him: "Hello, principal."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "You are here, don't you bring any gifts?"

Students: "..."

He knew that the principal was humorous and joking.

But Niu Hanzhang felt embarrassed.

People came from thousands of miles away, and you are embarrassed to ask students for gifts?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's start."

The student shouted: "Have you sorted the wool into grades?"

The worker hurried over with a sack on his back: "Li Xiucai, it's done, it's done."

The student retorted: "Don't call me Xiucai, I'm not a Xiucai, I'm a student of Juanwang Technical College, call me Li Tonglong."

The worker hurriedly apologized.

These students are amazing, they can make such a complicated machine as soon as they say it.

The dirty and fishy wool is put into the washing machine. After the power is turned on, the machine rotates and sucks out the dust through the rotating mesh.

The rotating big fork sends the wool into the hot water tank, which is mixed with detergent.

Then the workers take out the wool and put it on a conveyor belt connected by wooden boards, which pours the wool into the steam dryer.

At this time, the workers need to spread the wool with a fork.

Li Tonglong explained to his client Niu Hanzhang and the principal Zhao Chuanxin: "This machine is not big yet. It can only process more than 300 kilograms of wool per hour. If you can't wait, you can take it outside to dry in good weather."

Niu Hanzhang's eyes lit up and he praised: "Good, good, I really don't know what kind of brain you have to make such a sophisticated machine."

However, there is still a problem, that is, the quality of dried wool is different, and this step will magnify the uneven quality of wool.

A worker who specializes in processing wool on the grassland curled his lips: "After all, machines are not as fine as people."

Li Tonglong was dark, and his face turned black and red when he heard it.

And Niu Hanzhang's face was not very good either.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had to stand up for his students.

He sneered and said: "To process so much wool, only these few workers, what else do you want? At this point, it is not unsolvable. Just build a box and mix the wool of different qualities, and the problem will be solved. Is it complicated?"

The worker thought about it for a while and stopped talking.

Li Tonglong looked at the principal gratefully.

It has to be the principal.

He said, "I will report the problem and our after-sales department will handle it."

He was making notes in a small notebook.

However, he actually used a brush to write vertically from right to left.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Use a pen or pencil in the future. It's too laborious and time-consuming."

Li Tonglong scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Principal, I can't afford a pen. I didn't think of using a pencil, but I will definitely use it next time."

Then the fan blades scattered the wool, and it fell like snowflakes. Then use rotating iron nails to comb the wool.

Li Tonglong warned: "At this point, workers must not get their hands on it. If the sleeves are caught in it, the arms will be disabled."

Zhao Chuanxin told Niu Hanzhang: "We are all crossing the river by feeling the stones. You should write it down quickly and summarize a safety manual later. Workers must work according to the rules and regulations of the safety manual."

Then there are rollers and turntables, which roll the wool into coarse carded wool and remove the unnecessary short fibers.

Next, a series of machines will pull the carded wool into wool ropes, and workers will help prevent the wool fibers from spreading, and let other machines press the wool ropes tightly together.

Next is drawing, and the drawing of each stage will make the strands thinner and thinner.

Then the fibers become coarse yarn.

After the whole set of processes, Niu Hanzhang was dazzled: "It's ingenious, ingenious!"

But the workers curled their lips: "It can't catch up with the fine work we do by hand."

Li Tonglong said: "The subsequent winding machine is still being made, which will stretch the fiber to increase strength and solve the current rough processing problem. Don't worry, the machine will be upgraded in the future. Customers who buy the machine first have priority to upgrade."

Zhao Chuanxin knows that this machine is too complicated and will encounter various problems in the future.

But this is not an excuse to hesitate.

The King of Rolls Institute of Technology has gradually been on the right track, starting with manufacturing the King of Rolls M1908 lever rifle for Benjamin Goldberg and now producing wool processing machines.

After leaving the processing plant, Zhao Chuanxin asked Niu Hanzhang: "What do you think?"

Li Tonglong was nervously waiting for customer comments.

Niu Hanzhang grinned: "This money is worth spending!"

Before that, he was afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would fool him.

Li Tonglong felt relieved.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Cui Fenghua: "This is my best student, Li... What is Li?"

Li Tonglong reminded: "Li Tonglong, the name is Zong Yao."

"Yes, my best student Li Tonglong, came all the way to our Lubin Mansion, you must treat him well."

Cui Fenghua nodded hurriedly: "Yes, sir."

But he muttered in his heart: The best student, can't even remember his name?

In a teahouse outside Lubin Mansion, Rebecca Levy was showing off her lipstick to Xiao Ling'e, Wu Xiangning and others: "You only think that my blood is rosy, but you don't know that I put on this..."