mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1059 Chinese New Year
Rebecca Levy saw Benjamin Goldberg, Yao Bing and Gan Fan, and looked back in confusion, then looked at Zhao Chuanxin who was smiling with his hands behind his back on the other side of the street.

Although he was happy to see Zhao Chuanxin, this scene seemed somewhat weird.

Benjamin Goldberg, Yao Bing and Gan Fan had just run over from across the street and now they were running back.

Yao Bing said excitedly: "Master, please teach me this spell that can instantly reach the other side."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: "Shh... don't shout. This is not magic, this is just nimble legs and feet."

He just wanted to avoid Tang Qunying's complaints about him eavesdropping.

So flash across the street, away from the carriage.

Seeing that his junior fellow disciple actually believed him, Benjamin Goldberg said cunningly, "Master, I have never met anyone whose legs and feet are more agile than my eyes. Don't lie to me that I am not well-educated."

The two apprentices were becoming increasingly difficult to deal with, so Zhao Chuanxin interrupted: "I asked you to research gasoline bombs, how are you doing?"

They were still waiting for the petrol bombs to force Meiji and Yamagata Aritomo to surrender.

Benjamin Goldberg was about to speak when Rebecca Levy waved across from him: "Sir, we are here."

Zhao Chuanxin had no choice but to go over: "Come to the government office to find me tomorrow."

Before he got on the car, Ganfan suddenly came up and followed him.

Rebecca Levy's ground skills have improved again.

Her move of holding the neck and pressing down with a heavy hammer made her attack at an extremely fast frequency.

Even someone as strong as Lao Zhao couldn't handle it.

But in the end he did not give in. It can only be said that Zhao Chuanxin was the only one who walked out of the bedroom.

The one who was KOed was someone else.

There are neon lights and ice sculptures outside the mansion, and through the windows you can see snowflakes falling.

The snowflakes only appear within the fan-shaped light. That feeling and atmosphere are so irresistible that even the big sweet potatoes in the north would find it hard to resist, let alone the small potatoes in the south.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on a recliner, while he squatted on the ground eating. The man and the dog looked out the window quietly.

Gan Fan said, "Dogs of my breed usually live no more than 13 years. I have already lived one third of my life. Even if I practice the art of balance, I may not be able to add a few years to my life."

Zhao Chuanxin paused in his relaxed posture, and then the recliner began to rock again: "In an age where life is uncertain, every year you live is a gain. The New Year is coming soon, and you have gained another year. I am so happy for you."

Gan Fan raised his paw and scratched the dog's face: "I just feel sorry for the world. When I die, the earth will lose another great thinker and philosopher. It is an unbearable loss."

"Ah..." Zhao Chuanxin sighed as he looked at the falling snow: "Who are you following in your shameless behavior?"

……

Around the world, people who study Zhao Chuanxin are not limited to Japan.

With the financial support of his sister, Igor Sikorsky went to Paris to study aerodynamics.

Paris was the European flight centre at this time.

After studying for half a year, Igor Sikorsky returned to Kyiv and began to study and manufacture aircraft.

He went to study at the Naval War College in St. Petersburg, then went to Paris to study engineering, then to the Kiev Polytechnic Institute, and finally returned to Paris.

He is only 21 years old now, which shows that he is also a genius.

Russian local newspapers often ignore facts when promoting foreign affairs.

When reporting on the bombings in many places in Japan, the author did not write "suspect" but directly pinned the blame of the murder on Zhao Chuanxin.

After seeing the report, Igor Sikorsky, like the reporters, Japanese and other powerful countries, wondered how Zhao Chuanxin had blown up these places.

Judging from the damage at the scene, it is speculated that the bombs exploded from the top and were not brought into the room.

With such terrifying power, the bomb must be of considerable size and weight.

Normally, it is impossible for people to move heavy objects to the roof and then detonate them.

But many people believe that if Zhao Chuanxin could carry a cannon to the battlements to bomb the Forbidden City, then it would be no big deal to carry a bomb to the roof.

But Igor Sikorsky doesn't think so.

His eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, this is not to put the bomb on the roof, otherwise the released energy will spread more upwards and around, Zhao Chuanxin dropped the bomb from the air!"

Human imagination is progressive.

Before the advent of aerial bombing, few people would have thought of this.

But Igor Sikorsky thought of it.

And he became more and more certain of his judgment.

"If I put the bomb on a plane and drop it, can I bomb wherever I want? If there are ten bomb-dropping planes dropping bombs together, can Zhao Chuanxin survive even if he has extraordinary abilities?"

His biggest dream is to build a helicopter.

But with the current level of technology, building a helicopter is an impossible task.

Now, as a second best option, we can develop winged aircraft that can carry bombs into the sky.

Inspired by Zhao Chuanxin's bombing of Japan, he actually contacted the evil monk of Tsarist Russia through layers of connections.

It was because Rasputin had been helping Nicholas II figure out how to deal with Zhao Chuanxin.

When he heard that someone had come up with a brilliant idea that could kill Zhao Chuanxin without a burial place, Rasputin encouraged the Tsar to provide scientific research funds to develop an aircraft that could drop bombs.

Nicholas II, who hated Zhao Chuanxin to the core, gave Zhao Chuanxin a thumbs-up after hearing the bomber idea and said, "Reliable!"

……

Rebecca Levy was delighted.

Ever since Zhao Chuanxin told her that she had kidney deficiency last time, she has been looking for old Chinese doctors everywhere to take medicine to replenish her body.

Then she released all her stored energy on Zhao Chuanxin with every move.

As the Chinese New Year was approaching, she should have had her period at the same time as Tang Qunying, but her period came late.

"Xitao, I might be pregnant."

Women always have their periods at the same time as their roommates and best friends.

Tang Qunying's face lit up: "Really?"

Then, she blamed herself for her secret joy: "A mother's status depends on her son. This is an insult to women!"

"Oh!" Rebecca Levi rolled her eyes. "Can you say something else? Is it a sin to continue the family line? This is how God arranged it."

Tang Qunying was in a state of confusion, with two voices arguing: "Are you going to inform the prefect?"

"No, don't tell him yet."

After returning to Lubin Prefecture, Zhao Chuanxin often went hunting carrying a gun, dragging a sled, and taking dry food with him.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"By the time you told me where the wild boar was, it would have been scared away by your screaming."

Ganfan: "Then I'll keep my voice down."

To catch a pheasant, Zhao Chuanxin only needs to run over, and the pheasant will flutter its head into a nest in the snow.

Zhao Chuanxin ran up, jumped up, and grabbed the opponent with a pheasant neck.

Gaba.

They broke the neck, drained the blood, collected the body, and threw it onto the sled.

A wild boar saw him, lowered its head, bared its teeth, and rushed towards him, growling.

The Japanese admired this posture very much and imitated it to develop the pig-rush tactic.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his bow and set an arrow.

whoosh...

The arrow pierced the wild boar's forehead, and the wild boar ran another seven or eight meters due to inertia before falling in the snow.

Ganfan ran over, circled around the wild boar and called out.

"It's your turn to be able to handle it now that it's dead."

Gan Fan immediately stopped talking and said cheerfully: "Instinct, just instinct, hehe..."

Zhao Chuanxin loaded a pile of prey onto the sled, tied it up with ropes, and then put it on the traction handles on both sides of the Third Generation Dragon.

"boarding."

Gan Fan comes first, followed by Zhao Chuanxin.

The air conditioner was on in the third generation of Youlong, and Ganfan said, "It's too hot, turn it down a bit."

"How about you go out and ride the sled?"

"That's too cold."

Zhao Chuanxin remembered when it was a child, it looked like a ball of meat.

Every winter, when we open the door and let it out, it immediately dives into a snow nest and digs around in it like a mole.

After playing for a while, I was shivering with cold, but I didn’t want to go back.

Once, it was warming itself by the fire and got its fur burned, and it cried out in pain.

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed.

When they arrived at Barhu, Zhao Chuanxin put away the Three Generations of Youlong, put one rope on his shoulder and the other rope on Ganfan's shoulder.

A man and a dog braved the cold wind and trudged across the wilderness, dragging a sled.

The frost whitened the beard and the dog's hair.

Zhao Chuanxin's short beard and eyebrows were covered with frost, and his rice was not much better.

But Ganfan ran happily, and the barking of the dog was carried far away by the cold wind.

It has been a long time since it was alone with Zhao Chuanxin, let alone taken out to play like when it was a child.

When the sun went down, Zhao Chuanxin piled up snow and built a snow house.

Gan Fan was directing from the side: "We don't want a pointed roof, we want a round roof."

"The door is too big, so it's easy for the wind to get in."

Zhao Chuanxin was annoyed: "Damn, if you can do it, then go ahead."

Building an igloo is not that easy.

Whether you use snow bricks or dig inside the snow pile, one prerequisite is required - the snow must be compact enough.

The method Zhao Chuanxin adopted was to dig from the inside of the snow pile.

They simply built a snow pile, and the man and the dog crawled into it. Zhao Chuanxin also erected a chimney.

He cheated and took out the water, and the Lord of Moisten's greetings evaporated the water into mist, which adhered to the surface of the snow and froze quickly.

He took out the stove and lit a fire.

"How do you want to eat wild boar?"

As expected, Ganfan said, "Dip it in garlic sauce."

The Manchus say that big dogs make fat children.

Ganfan was brought from Defu's home. At that time, Defu's father was addicted to opium and the family was penniless. If it weren't for Zhao Chuanxin, Ganfan would have been destined to be a defective product eliminated from the litter.

Will definitely starve to death.

Later, when it followed Zhao Chuanxin, its favorite food was fatty pork.

The wild boar is not that fat, but it’s okay, after all, the dry rice is not short of oil and water at this time.

When slaughtering domestic pigs, you need to boil water to scald the skin and then scrape the hair. But this is not the case with wild boars, which must be skinned directly.

Zhao Chuanxin cut a pig's hind leg, removed the skin, cut it into small pieces and put it in the pot to stew.

When the pig's hind legs are mushy, take them out and tear the meat off the bones.

Two sauce bowls and two large dinner plates.

Eat the meat with rice, dip the meat in garlic sauce, then shake your head to shake off the chopped garlic and green onion on the meat before eating.

Zhao Chuanxin: “Problem.”

Gan Fan swallowed the meat: "It's just for the taste."

At this time, men, women, old and young all enjoy the New Year. Those who are well-off can wear new clothes and new shoes, while those who are not well-off can at least eat dumplings.

In short, during the Chinese New Year, you should at least reward your stomach.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't believe in ghosts or gods, but he likes the sense of ritual during the Chinese New Year and likes watching others busy themselves with ancestor worship.

Benjamin Goldberg bought a house in Lubinfu and hired servants.

During the Chinese New Year, he invited all the servants' families to his house.

Zhao Chuanxin originally planned to invite him to his home to celebrate the New Year, but he didn't expect that the family had even set up an altar in the kitchen.

There are five offerings on the altar: boiled pork loin, fried vermicelli, cabbage, meatballs, and tofu puffs.

On the wall is a colorful portrait of a foreign ancestor, father and mother. They have typical foreign faces, but they are wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms, which looks out of place.

The tablet reads: Ancestors of Jinbao.

Two large red candles, each as thick as a child's arm, were brightly lit, and three incense sticks were lit in the incense burner, with smoke curling around.

"Master, you are here."

Benjamin Goldberg looked very excited. He was wearing a shiny thick cotton brocade robe and a melon-shaped hat on his head. He looked like the silly son of an old rich man who had inherited a huge fortune after his parents died.

"Forehead……"

Would your ancestors agree to this?

"Master, it's Chinese New Year, why are you coming to my house?"

"Uh...it's okay, I'm leaving."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and left.

Purely redundant.

Just as he left the house, Zhao Chuanxin came back in, carrying oysters, sea fish, and wild boar meat in his hands: "Let's go."

Benjamin Goldberg shouted, "Damn it, aren't you staying for New Year's Eve?"

Ganfan: "I have to go home to stay up all night."

Zhao Chuanxin saw Yao Bing and a group of snotty kids rushing past on the street.

No matter how strong the festive atmosphere is at this time, it will only be stronger as long as there are children.

People in the south pay more attention to the first day of the Lunar New Year, but in the north, on New Year's Eve, children will put on new clothes and act wild.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the clothes of these dozens of snotty kids and saw that they were all wearing new clothes. He knew that the people in Lubin Prefecture lived a relatively well-off life.

"Master!"

As soon as the voice came, the person had already run far away.

It really comes and goes like the wind.

Gan Fan said: "I seem to see a trace of panic on your face."

The Ganfan breed of dog is probably the most observant dog in the world.

He can tell his master's intention with just one look and is a good herder.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had no expression on his face, and said lightly: "You are wrong."

"Really? Have I read so much that my eyes have been hurt? That shouldn't be the case. I'm still in my prime."

Ganfan was suspicious: What is he afraid of?
In the row of houses where Zhao Chuanxin lived, the door gods on other people's doors were usually Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong, while those who worshipped the ancients usually had Shentu and Yulei.

Others include Zhong Kui, Wang Lingguan, Wei Zheng, Bao Gong, and Wen Tianxiang...

When they arrived at Zhao Chuanxin's mansion, passers-by had to stop and take a few looks, then giggle and cover their mouths before leaving.

To the point that Tang Qunying felt too embarrassed to face anyone.

On the gate, on the left side, there is a monk who is jumping up and raising his arms as if he is ready to take a picture and shout. It is written: Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon.

On the right is a Taoist with flying beard and a ferocious face, carrying a sword case with a flying sword coming out, and it is written: Heaven and earth are boundless, Qiankun borrows the law.

If you enter the door, you can also see the God of Wealth.

Other people’s God of Wealth is Yuanbao Jinruyi, but Zhao Chuanxin’s God of Wealth wears sunglasses and writes checks with his beard twirling. The checkbook has 10000000 written on it…

Whenever Tang Qunying went in or out, he would say, "Nonsense."

If Rebecca Levy heard this, she would say, "Don't say it, don't say it, it's unlucky."

Not long after she came to China, she started to follow the custom of seeking good luck during the twelfth lunar month.

After entering the twelfth lunar month, you must never say words like "death", "insufficient", or "over".

Apart from her accounting duties, she does not allow others to make estimates.

Gudui'er is a dialect outside the Great Wall. For example, if you are harvesting grain and there is a pile of grain, you can never say, "I'm afraid there are less than three stones of grain!"

It’s as if there were originally five shi of grain, but as soon as you say it, it becomes less than three shi.

Tang Qunying scoffed at this.

She had thought at night that Miao Cuihua's straightforward, cheerful and daring personality was actually more in line with her temperament.

But the relationship between best friends cannot be fickle or changeable.

Zhao Chuanxin would run himself to death every Chinese New Year.

It’s still the same order as last year, one end in the east and the other end in the west.

He cooked a lot of shrimp and crabs in La Guadalupe Bay and ate two at the table every time he went to a place.

When he finally coaxed Miao Cuihua and Zhao Zhengze to sleep, he closed the bedroom door and sat in the living room waiting.

Sure enough, not long after, Defu and a group of other half-grown children came to kowtow.

"Uncle, Happy New Year."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and took out a red envelope and handed it over: "Hello to you too."

Jiang Mingxin: "Happy New Year, everyone."

"you're good too."

Jiang Mingxin felt the thickness of the red envelope and was secretly delighted.

After all the children received their red envelopes, it was Zhao Hongzhi's turn to stand there stupidly. He stretched out his hand and asked, "Where's mine?"

Zhao Chuanxin stopped smiling and said, "Yours, this is something that no one has."

Zhao Hongzhi was dumbfounded.

He completely forgot what he said before: "Zhao Chuanxin is nothing..."

When Defu and the others heard this, they immediately shouted, "Zhao Hongzhi, if you don't have a red envelope, what are you going to use to pay us back?"

Zhao Hongzhi beat his chest and stamped his feet. He simply acted ruthlessly, gritted his teeth, and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao Chuanxin, I warn you, give me the red envelope quickly!"

The rest of the people were stunned.

Can you do this?

Not to mention, Zhao Hongzhi had so much courage that he became even bolder.

Zhao Chuanxin was really worried that he would throw a tantrum here or even hit him.

This guy is his great-grandfather, so he has to continue to make trouble and endure the beatings. It is impossible for him to fight back.

He touched his nose, turned around angrily, wrapped a red envelope and handed it over: "Here you go."

Zhao Hongzhi took a look and said, "Okay, okay, you really don't intend to give it to me, and you want it packed now, right?"
After receiving the red envelope, Zhao Hongzhi snorted loudly: "Hmph!"

He turned around and left without even saying goodbye.

Zhao Chuanxin also: "Humph!"

Looking at the time, it was not yet midnight. Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly teleported Quetshalan and rode the third-generation dragon to the seaside, crossing the Gulf of Mexico and crossing the Atlantic Ocean.

It took nearly five hours of walking and only took the power of faith to reach Noordeinde in The Hague, a distance of 4300 kilometers.

In fact, we don’t celebrate the New Year here.

The Hague is 6 hours behind China, so it was not yet midnight when Zhao Chuanxin arrived, which was just the right time.

Zhao Lingjun had already taken a nap, and after waking up, she kept waiting with sleepy eyes for her father to appear.

"Caw." The crow suddenly called twice.

Zhao Lingjun's blurry eyes suddenly opened: "Dad, did you bring me dumplings? I haven't had the New Year's Eve dinner yet."

When Zhao Chuanxin saw his daughter, he really wanted to slap himself twice: Save some faith power, and let her come earlier so that she won’t have to stay up late.

Wilhelmina was also awake. She glanced at Zhao Lingjun in a reproachful manner: "Why are you eating dumplings in the middle of the night?"

"I want to eat New Year's Eve dinner, don't bother me." Zhao Lingjun glared at her mother.

"Caw." The crows joined in the cheering.

Zhao Lingjun can not only walk, but also run, and his calves move very fast.

She ran to Zhao Chuanxin's knees and looked up at her father: "Dad, you're not going to tell me you didn't make dumplings? If you do that, I'll be angry!"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, took out a rabbit fur tiger-head hat and put it on her, wrapped a scarf around her, put on a cotton jacket, and wrapped her up tightly.

Wilhelmina saw this and said, "Don't go out at this time. She will be asleep soon."

Zhao Lingjun turned around and said to her mother, "Don't fool me. I'm not a child anymore. No one can let me sleep if I don't eat this New Year's Eve dinner."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "It's cold, you wait upstairs, I'll take my daughter downstairs to cook dumplings and bring them up to you later."

After saying that, he held his daughter in his arms, opened the window and jumped down.

Wilhelmina was startled: "Ah..."

Zhao Chuanxin was seen lightly tapping the foot of the brackets on the first floor and landing on the ground.

The crows also flew out.

Zhao Lingjun was not afraid at all.

Zhao Chuanxin was in the yard outside Noordeinburg, boiling water on a stove.

Zhao Lingjun, wearing a thick down jacket, looked up at the side and said, "Dad, let me take a look."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a table, placed it in the yard, and carried Zhao Lingjun on it.

When the water boiled, he put the prepared dumplings into the pot.

Zhao Lingjun's eyes widened: "Ah? Cabbage, goldfish, starfish, pagoda..."

Dumplings of various colors and shapes are put into the pot.

Zhao Lingjun drooled from the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly wiped it off for her.

"quack."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Code of the Old Gods" and looked at the cover: I will eat those goldfish later.

The Hague is a good place to eat dumplings outdoors in winter, which is similar to eating buns outside in Beijing in the morning on winter days.

On the one hand, it was a bit cold, but on the other hand, the dumplings were steaming hot.

Zhao Chuanxin blew some cool air on Zhao Lingjun's food and dipped it in a light garlic sauce diluted with water.

Zhao Lingjun slurped the dumpling skin without even chewing it.

She looked up at her father with a proud grin, revealing a row of not-so-nice little baby teeth: "Hee..."

There was no taste at all.

The crow used its beak to pick up the goldfish-shaped dumplings, waiting for them to cool down.

The guards standing outside were not surprised.

Zhao Chuanxin coaxed the princess to sleep, and then went to the bed to coax the queen to sleep.

By the time everyone fell asleep, Zhao Chuanxin was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Before he went to sleep, he took out 150 kilograms of newly made gasoline bombs from the secret realm, looked at them, and then quickly put them back.

Just one look at it and the corners of my mouth would curl up even in my dreams: "Now I just have to wait for good news from Miyashita Taikichi."

(End of this chapter)