mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1040: Experts always fight against themselves
"In theory, it's wrong to call someone uncultured." Zhao Chuanxin scratched his ears, "But theory will never be greater than practice."

"What does this mean?"

"Haha, let's be frank." Zhao Chuanxin said firmly: "You want to borrow money, right? I advise you to give up this idea. No."

At this time, the Qing government was robbing here and there to make ends meet and was living in misery.

All the places under Zhao Chuanxin's command are completely opposite, such as building a foundation in a hundred days, using elixirs as snacks, and not becoming immortals yet but already having divine light shining.

It is hard to say that the Qing court was not jealous.

Aixinjuelu Zaifeng: "..."

What the hell are you talking about?

Seeing Zaifeng's silence, Zhao Chuanxin took him as his acquiescence: "Haha, Zhao was right as expected. I always guard against people asking for money, so I spent all the money early. Besides, we are not familiar with each other."

"..." At this moment, Zaifeng had forgotten that Zhao Chuanxin was cursing. He said, "I just want to ask you what you want to do..."

Zhao Chuanxin said earnestly: "You are younger than me, and your last name is Ai, so I will call you Xiao Ai."

"Xiao Ai, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but governing a big country is like cooking a small fish, you can't be impatient."

"You can slack off, you can do nothing, but don't be a complete loser. When you need to be independent, you must convince others. When you encounter problems, you borrow money from everywhere. What kind of thing is that?"

"A few years ago, my brother told me - pass on the torch, there are gangs everywhere on the hills outside the pass, they can easily rob you of your money, you are really in a good year."

"Look, I earned all my wealth through hard work. If you don't understand something, you need to learn more and practice more."

Zaifeng’s psychological activities at this time: Who am I, who am I talking to, and what is the purpose of the call?

Your surname is Ai, and your whole family has the surname Ai.

Zaifeng was furious: "Zhao Tan Gong, I want to ask you, what is your intention in gathering people from all over the country to hold a meeting in Lugang Town? Are you openly rebelling?"

Aisin-Gioro Zaifeng, born in 1883, is not yet thirty years old.

If you are not passionate, can you still be called a young person?
In a fit of rage, the word "rebellion" came out of his mouth.

After making clear the long-standing suspicions in his heart, Zaifeng felt both regretful and relieved.

As if liberated.

Even his body felt a little limp.

It feels like leaving everything to fate.

All I heard was a sneer from the microphone.

Zhao Chuanxin’s hateful voice.

"Xiao Ai, you can do it. The peacock spreads its tail, but you only look at its butt."

Zaifeng's limp body regained strength. He sat up straight and asked, "Zhao Chuanxin, what do you mean by this? Did I say something wrong? You gathered people together in Lugang Town and tried to win reputation everywhere. If this isn't an attempt to rebel, what is it?"

Zhao Chuanxin said lazily: "Let me tell you what I would do if I rebelled."

"Humph, you finally revealed your true colors. I am all ears."

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "To rebel, go to the capital first and kill you and Longyu. It's an easy task. Then kill Zaitao, Zaixun, Zaize, Yulang, Tieliang, and Shanqi. In your family, except for these few people, the rest are good-for-nothings and are not worth worrying about. In addition, kill Yuan Weiting, who is capable and prestigious in the army. As for Puyi's grandchildren, Zhao doesn't need to worry about them. Let them fend for themselves. At this time, the Central Plains is in chaos. Zhao only needs to raise troops from outside the Great Wall and march south. Guess who among the scattered princes can be my opponent? In less than two years, if I can't kill everyone in this land, I will write my name 'Zhao' upside down."

Zaifeng took a deep breath and felt that the surroundings were suddenly warm, but he felt as if he was in an ice cellar: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin's strategy was simple and crude.

But he can really do it.

No exaggeration, really.

Whether it was to massacre the entire Aisin-Gioro clan or to lead the troops to conquer the country, Zhao Chuanxin could do it.

If that were to happen, the dynasty that had lasted for hundreds of years would fall apart in an instant.

"You, you don't dare. The great powers will never allow you to do this."

"What are the great powers? Do you believe me? I am leading my men to sweep across the Central Plains while dealing with the great powers at the same time? Except for Japan and Russia, the rest rely on strong ships and powerful guns. But at sea, I, Zhao Chuanxin, can execute them repeatedly. Block the entrance to South Korea and stop the Russian army on the grassland. I only need to stabilize the Central Plains, and in turn I will make them bleed into rivers. At this time, do the great powers still dare to come to China to grab benefits? When I speak, who agrees and who disagrees?"

Zaifeng's body trembled, and his lips quivered: "You, you can't succeed..."

"You f**king bastard, you're still pretending to be a regent in front of me?" Zhao Chuanxin said impatiently, "You short-sighted bastard. Don't you see that my Grey Axe Army is defending against Russia in the north, my Insurance Team and Backwater Army are reaching Japan in the east, and my Hong Kong Island and Macau Island Xuantian Sect are blocking the ports in the south? Apart from anything else, the various tribes on the grassland have been ready to rebel for a long time. If it weren't for me, Zhao Chuanxin, suppressing you, do you think you could still be the regent in peace? If it weren't for the fear of the loss of lives and the collapse of the country, I would have slaughtered all of you Aisin-Gioro. You still want to pull my rebellious bones, do you have the strength to do that?"

bang.

The phone hangs up.

Aisin-Gioro Zaifeng was stunned and dazed for a long time.

To say that all doubts have been removed is nonsense.

His position meant he would never let his guard down.

Zhao Chuanxin's disdain for explanation and his outburst of curses made him feel at ease.

This is Zhao Chuanxin’s character.

He will tell you clearly who he wants to kill, and then attack them in the face.

Kill the powerful British Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China, Sir John Jordan. If you want him to die at three o'clock in the morning, you have to die at three o'clock in the morning. No one can stop him before five o'clock.

Zhao Chuanxin said he had no intention of rebelling, and maybe that was true.

At least I don't want to rebel now.

There are also people on the grassland who want to rebel...

Zaifeng had heard some rumors a long time ago, but he didn't take them seriously.

Now that I think about it, I should check it out carefully.

Thinking of what Zhao Chuanxin said, Zaifeng thought of the time when Russia was plotting to take Manzhouli, Japan was plotting to take Yanbian, the Portuguese occupied Macao, the British dominated Hong Kong, and the Hankou Concession was still in the hands of the great powers...

According to this statistic, Zhao Chuanxin has really made a lot of contributions to this country.

This is not just a single area. The great powers are vicious and never satisfied. They are bound to make further demands.

Zhao Chuanxin can be said to have blocked a series of ambitions.

But so what?
Zaifeng thought: All under heaven belongs to the king, and those who lead the army are the king's subjects. Isn't that as it should be.

You shouldn't take credit for what you have done.

……

After Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone, he just felt relieved.

Swearing can effectively release stress.

He looked around, but there was no chair.

When I looked up, I found that there was a suspended ceiling.

After partying and staying up late last night, he was a little tired. He jumped up, turned on the reaction shoulder straps, and put his legs on the edge of the ceiling, which was similar to crossing his legs in a reclining chair.

He put his head in his hands and closed his eyes for a nap.

At this time, Benjamin Goldberg brought Yao Bing into the communications room.

Benjamin Goldberg looked at Gan Fan who was reading a book on the ground and asked: "Where is my master?"

Without even raising his head, Gan Fan raised his front paw and pointed at the roof, saying, "Your master is lying on the roof like a money-spinner."

After saying that, he put down his paw and turned a page of the book.

Benjamin Goldberg and Yao Bing: "..."

Yao Bing's eyes lit up: "Master, I want to learn this move."

Benjamin Goldberg: "Master, I want to learn too."

Zhao Chuanxin said with his eyes closed on the roof: "You all look too low-key. You can't learn such a show-off magic."

Yao Bing put his hands on his waist, looked up, his eyes full of admiration: "Master, I want to learn this kind of arrogant magic."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head slightly: "Life is full of flavors, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty. You don't want to choose any of them. Why do you have to choose the sexy one?"

Benjamin Goldberg rolled his eyes and said, "Master, I am not as handsome and suave as you. Although I am not as good-looking as you, I have the same temperament and character as you. If I could learn this technique, at least in terms of temperament, I would have mastered it perfectly."

Zhao Chuanxin turned 360 degrees and landed on the ground, just like the sedge trees spinning and falling in the wind in autumn.

The fellow disciples were extremely envious.

"Let's go, let the master take you to eat hot pot."

Before leaving the library, Zhao Chuanxin bought a few recent newspapers from various places at the front desk and tucked them under his arm.

When we got to the hotpot restaurant, it was a blast.

There is a waiting room outside, with long chairs filled with waiting gourmets, and the strong aroma of chili and butter rushes straight into your head.

Waiters, clerks and waiters in Lugang Town are collectively called waiters.

The waiters wear the same uniform with chili pepper embroidery on the chest and back.

Zhao Chuanxin tactically lit a cigarette to cover up his embarrassment.

Damn, it's the same uniform as the Quetzalan Country Patrol.

"Three of you, get a number. We need to queue up."

But Zhao Chuanxin opened the door, and the waiter said that he gave up after seeing the prices on the menu on the wall.

It turned out that Zhao Chuanxin saw the Xueyuan twins who were about to run away: "Defu, Zhao Hongzhi, you two come over here."

The two were surprised and ran into the store.

Then I saw the two brothers.

Both sides glared at each other angrily.

"Humph."

"hehe."

Zhao Chuanxin pretended not to know: "It's the coldest time of winter, the weather is very cold, you all need to keep warm. Look, your throat is uncomfortable, right? Sit down, I'll introduce you to each other after dinner."

After finally getting a turn, Zhao Chuanxin took the angry foursome in to eat hotpot.

"Sir, our copper pot hot pot is so authentic that even the guests from the capital city are full of praise for it."

The waiter introduced us.

Zhao Chuanxin sniffed. "Just from the strong smell of butter, chili peppers, and peppercorns, I know your hotpot is more Sichuan style. The copper pot hotpot in Beijing has a bland soup. You can say that I am not well-educated, but you can't say that I am shallow."

The waiter said with a guilty conscience: "Ah... I'm sorry, but it smells really good. Gentlemen, there are free croissants, potato chips, butter, etc. over there."

When the four angry people heard this, they didn't care about being angry anymore and just ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin ordered from behind: "Bring back more." The waiter handed over the menu: "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

Zhao Chuanxin refused to take the menu: "Why would I order something that costs money when there are free dishes?"

"..." The waiter's face turned black: "This is not allowed..."

At the nearby table, there were female students dressed as high school students, covering their mouths with their hands and laughing secretly. They were as young as flowers, with bodies as delicate as flowers trembling.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and took the menu: "I'm just teasing you. Let me see, twenty plates of beef, five plates of tripe, ten plates of vegetables, five plates of fish balls..."

The smile of the female student at the table next to her gradually disappeared.

The waiter stammered, worried about running away with the order: "Sir, please make sure you read the price of the dishes carefully."

"Huh? So expensive?" Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "The main course is only 2 cents per person, why is it so expensive?"

The waiter bowed, but his face was full of pride: "Sir, you don't know, the big dishes are just a bluffing thing brought from the south. What do foreigners know about eating? They are just a bunch of people chasing fashion and flattering the foreign world. Who would eat that if they have some status?"

"What you said makes some sense, but not much." Zhao Chuanxin handed the menu back: "Okay, go serve the food."

At this time, the four little kids came back with free snacks.

They seemed to be competing with each other, each walking more sluggishly than the other, and the croissants and potato chips were about to shake off the plates.

Zhao Chuanxin was amazed: "Without ten years of cerebral thrombosis, you would never have been able to take such a step. Could it be that there are many people burning paper at the intersection in winter, and you bumped into something?"

Most elderly people outside the Great Wall die after snow falls in winter.

So when winter comes, there are always people burning paper at the crossroads, not just during the New Year, Qingming Festival and the Ghost Festival.

When the four little kids heard this, their faces turned red and they hurriedly walked properly.

After they sat down.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the four people and said, "Irgenjueluo Defu. Zhao Hongzhi. Benjamin Goldberg. Yao Bing. They are my elder and younger apprentices. Defu is my nephew. Zhao Hongzhi...haha, he is Zhao Hongzhi, the son of Zhao Zhongyi, one of the three heroes of Lugang Town."

Hearing Zhao Chuanxin's introduction, Zhao Hongzhi puffed out his chest and bulged his belly: "I don't rely on my father. I, Zhao Hongzhi, once captured a Japanese spy in the Youth Insurance Team."

Yao Bing also puffed out his chest and bulged his belly: "I don't rely on my master either. I, Yao Bing, once led the people in Lubin Prefecture to capture spies."

Zhao Hongzhi looked at Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly: "Is what I said true?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, it's true. I was eating a popsicle next to him at the time and saw it with my own eyes."

Yao Bing looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, is what I said true?"

"Yes, it's true. I was eating Buryat dumplings next to them and saw it with my own eyes."

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they were still very energetic, and just then the pot came up: "Come on, let's eat hotpot. There is nothing that can't be solved by a hotpot. If there is, then you must want to eat barbecue."

The female student next to them could not help but gasp in amazement as she saw the empty plates pile up higher and higher.

Being able to eat is one thing, but daring to eat like this in a hot pot restaurant is another.

Although the four little ones were angry, they still ate very well.

Eating hot pot with ice soda makes your mouth full of oil and taste delicious.

Zhao Chuanxin finally ordered a bowl of noodles and the meal was over.

After eating and drinking, the five of them went out.

Zhao Chuanxin was in front, and the two groups behind him were clearly separated.

The group walked slowly, digesting the food as they walked.

Zhao Chuanxin saw tracks in the city with electric wires laid on them.

This is the tram, but it was not opened this year.

Zhao Chuanxin discovered that there was a break in the installed wires and couldn't help but stop and look up.

Defu was careful and always listened to adults. He said, "Uncle, these wires were installed when the weather was warm. When it got cold, the wires tightened and broke. According to the physics we learned in school, this is called thermal expansion and contraction. When it's hot, the pantograph pushes the loose wires and they may get stuck. If they are tightened in winter, they will break. It's not easy to solve the thermal expansion and contraction problem outside the pass. It's very troublesome."

Benjamin Goldberg put his hands behind his back and said proudly, "That's easy. Just hang a counterweight on the wires at the poles and it will be easily solved."

Zhao Chuanxin stroked his smooth chin and thought: "Huh? You have something."

He drew the idea of ​​his eldest disciple in a notebook.

Defu leaned over to take a look and said disdainfully, "Someone has thought of this method, but the wire is too long and the counterweight can't pull it."

Benjamin Goldberg said calmly, "Have you never heard of a pulley system? Master, draw a pulley here, a second one here, and a third one here, and connect them together. Even if the counterweight has only two kilograms of tension, it can generate three kilograms of tension on each of the two lines, which is enough to straighten the lines without worrying about them breaking in winter."

Defu and Zhao Hongzhi's pupils visibly contracted.

Oh no, this is my lifelong rival.

Zhao Chuanxin looked pleased: "Master is just testing you. Master naturally understands."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and handed the blueprint to Benjamin Goldberg: "Take it to my brother Zhao Zhongyi later."

A new table tennis hall has opened in Lugang Town. Zhao Chuanxin was curious: "There are table tennis courts here? Let's go in and take a look."

De Fu and Zhao Hongzhi looked at each other, and their eyes flashed with sparks of pride.

Defu was even more cunning: "Hey, uncle, what is table tennis? We don't know how to play."

Zhao Hongzhi was puzzled: "But we..."

But Defu kicked him hard in the calf.

Zhao Chuanxin led them into the house, and the waiter inside came forward attentively: "How many of you want to play table tennis? Hey, these two young masters..."

Defu interrupted him quickly: "What do you mean by young master or not? We don't call you that in Lugang Town. Solve the case quickly and let us have some fun!"

Zhao Chuanxin saw it and laughed in his heart.

Benjamin Goldberg watched others playing and found it very interesting. The small celluloid ball was hit back and forth by the wooden racket but it did not fall to the ground.

Whoever lands loses.

Really interesting.

He volunteered: "With my IQ, I'm more than capable of playing this."

De Fu looked embarrassed: "Uncle, he must have played it before, otherwise he wouldn't be so confident."

Benjamin Goldberg grabbed the racket and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, let's see what's going on."

Then, before coming to the table, I would imitate others and bounce the celluloid balls up and down on the table.

Suddenly, he held the racket and shot.

call……

The fan is empty.

Benjamin Goldberg's mouth is open.

He didn't believe it, so he tried to hit the ball again after it bounced, but it missed again.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned. This eldest disciple had everything in his mind, but his body movements were not very coordinated.

I fanned the ball for a long time but didn't touch it.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Alright, alright, it's winter now, you should fan the ball to get rid of the cold wind."

Benjamin Goldberg: “…”

But Defu picked up the racket and he and Zhao Hongzhi each took one end of the racket and played back and forth very vigorously.

Obviously not a novice.

The Snowfield Twins are the locals who like to hang out wherever is new. Apart from brothels, what else haven’t they visited in Lugang Town?

After Zhao Hongzhi lost, Defu propped up his racket and said proudly: "If you are new, you need to practice more."

It is obviously not Zhao Hongzhi.

Benjamin Goldberg was annoyed: "Brother, you go ahead and do it as I taught you."

Yao Bing scratched his head and thought to himself, Senior Brother, when did you teach me this?

But if his senior brother gives an order, he will usually carry it out.

He picked up the racket according to what he had just seen. When DeFoe attacked, Yao Bing lowered his waist and shot with lightning speed, hitting the ball back accurately and smashing it.

boom.

It was too fast, the celluloid ball bounced off and DeFoe couldn't catch it.

Defu and Zhao Hongzhi were stunned.

He, why is he so powerful?

Is he also pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?

Zhao Chuanxin was happy again.

If you let your little apprentice study facing the blackboard, he will tell you that he is afraid of the dark and feels dizzy with wood.

Ask him to talk nonsense, practice balancing, or play with guns, and his blood pressure will immediately soar to 150.

Because he has mastered the art of balance, his control over his body is better than that of an adult.

At such a young age, he is good at playing with swords, spears, halberds and guns, and is also good at playing table tennis, although he has never played it before.

Zhao Chuanxin happily went to a bench to rest and ignored them as he continued reading the newspaper.

"Hey, I'm in this newspaper, and it says my country's warriors are unparalleled?"

"I'm also in this newspaper. What? You said I'm treacherous, damn it... Oh, you misunderstood, it was said that I look treacherous, but I'm actually patriotic. Fortunately, the forty-meter sword was put away in time!"

A series of newspapers, each with a record at least the size of a tofu block.

Zhao Chuanxin gathered his smooth hair, and his fingers were so silky that they seemed to be about to do a split.

"Something seems a little strange. Why does it seem like an advertisement?"

Did someone really spend money to publish advertisements praising him?
The knife pulled the buttocks and opened the eyes.

No wonder Zaifeng was so paranoid, no wonder people said he was trying to win people's hearts.

The four little guys were exhausted from the fight.

Yao Bing shouted, "Master, come and play too."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Once I take the field, you will lose the fun of playing."

The four little ones refused and kept asking.

Zhao Chuanxin put down the newspaper: "Well, but masters always fight against themselves."

(End of this chapter)