mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 2 How about giving you one?
Zhao Chuanxin calculated silently in his heart.

He can manipulate the devil vine in the shadow forest, which can replace the role of the flintlock and deal with large beasts.

So, first of all, gouging out the flintlock.

Stamina Potion, he still doesn't know what the use of this thing is, so he put it on hold for the time being.

The antidote takes 6 months of life, but if it is poisoned to death, it will waste a year of life, so it can save 6 months of life, which is more cost-effective.

[I walked out of the store.Next, I have two choices, to return to the Shadow Forest to explore again, or to settle here and spend the rest of my life comfortably.If I choose to settle down, my chances of making up for lost life are slim to none. 】

In fact, it is forcing Zhao Chuanxin to make a choice.

After traveling to the end of the Qing Dynasty, Zhao Chuanxin felt a huge fear of the gap between the times.

According to the nature of the diary, if he is cautious enough, he might be able to get a lot of life rewards, and he might be able to survive until the 21st century and take another look at the colorful world in the future.

Then there is nothing to say.

He wrote: "I chose to return to the Shadow Forest to explore."

[I settled the hunter and returned to the Shadow Forest without hesitation. 】

[In this day, I have experienced too many things, I am physically and mentally exhausted, my steps are as heavy as lead, and my physical strength has been exhausted.I had to rest where I was and wait for my strength to recover. 】

What?
Zhao Chuanxin finally understood what the stamina potion was for.

Closing the diary dumbfounded.

At this time, his stomach growled.

Across the street, the smell of boiled noodle slices came from Xiaoshidan.He is getting more and more hungry.

He got up, and after squatting for a long time, he suddenly felt dizzy and had low blood sugar.

The manager of the snacks is a skinny monkey-like wretched man, and a handsome young man.

When he got close, for some reason, Zhao Chuanxin felt that this young man was very kind.

As he got closer, he heard the conversation between the two.

"Wealthy people are afraid of being kidnapped, girls are afraid of being robbed, walking people are afraid of being robbed, and those who go out are afraid of being destroyed. Hey, in this world, we ordinary people will suffer." The wretched man commented on the evils of the times.

The handsome young man said: "When I go on another caravan with my boss, I will save enough money to settle down in the Bannerman's land."

The wretched man shook his head: "Loyalty, do you think that you have offended 'Zi Tian Fan Zi', and he will let you go? You should find a way to find your boss to make connections and calm down the trouble."

The handsome young man lowered his head: "Precious, why do you think it's so hard for us common people? At that time, the 'Diagnostic' wanted to rob Mrs. Zhang's daughter-in-law, and I would naturally stop it when I saw it. If you say it, there is no law Is it? Back then, when my mother and I came from Yunnan to the outside of the customs, my mother and my daughter-in-law collapsed on the side of the road hungry. If it weren’t for the two pancakes that Granny Zhang kindly gave me, my mother would have starved to death long ago.”

"Hmph! Killing people and setting fire to gold belts, repairing bridges and repairing roads without corpses, this is the way of the world. What happened to those Boxer fighters who shouted for an uprising to drive away the foreigners at the beginning? What happened now? The bearded bandit has gone to eat and drink. The bad things he has done are no less than Raksha ghosts."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhao Chuanxin, who was walking this way, felt struck by lightning.

He took two quick steps and asked the handsome young man anxiously, "Are you from Yunnan?"

The young man was surprised, he didn't know what this person was doing so recklessly running over from the opposite side.

I saw that this man was about five feet two inches tall (35.5 foot [-] in the Qing Dynasty). Although he was not strong, he did not look like a commoner with a disheveled face, as if he came from a wealthy family.He wore a khaki stiff blouse on top, a pair of blue coarse but well-woven trousers underneath, and a pair of tan hard leather short boots on his feet.He has seen those who have returned from studying abroad, but it seems that the style of clothes is not like this, it is weird anyway.

Especially this person's hair is very short, and his sideburns are neatly trimmed. Even those who have studied abroad or foreign devils will not have such short hair, he looks like a monk.But the monk would not groom his hair so meticulously.

Before he could react, the weird man continued to ask: "You are from Yunnan, your surname is Zhao, right?"

Zhao Zhongyi nodded blankly: "I am."

Liu Guigui next to him became vigilant: "Who the hell are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin frowned and looked at Liu Baogui, tried hard to remember, and then asked tentatively: "Your surname is Liu, and your hometown is Shandong. You came here from the east of the Guandong."

Liu Guigui smiled disdainfully: "My accent is easy to recognize, and there are many people from Shandong. Besides, how many Han people here didn't come from the east of the Guandong?"

Zhao Chuanxin's heart was turned upside down.

Even he can't believe it.

He actually traveled back to the end of the Qing Dynasty and met his ancestors.

Zhao Zhongyi is his great-grandfather, the father of his great-grandfather.As for Liu Baogui, although he is not sure, he doubts that he is the ancestor of his mother's line.

The two families were friends for many generations, and the relationship had faded when Zhao Chuanxin's father's generation came.But by coincidence, Zhao Chuanxin's father married a descendant of the Liu family, that is, Zhao Chuanxin's mother, and the relationship became closer again.

Although it is not certain whether Liu Baogui is the one, what is certain is that Zhao Zhongyi is basically his ancestor.No wonder, looking at him is kinder.

Because, he remembered that when he was a child, his grandparents would set up a genealogy table for sacrifices every New Year.There is a portrait and name of the ancestor on it.

Later, when grandparents passed away, this custom was broken.But Zhao Chuanxin likes the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year very much, so his memory is still fresh.

He also inquired about the stories of his ancestors.

Grandpa once said that our ancestors came from Yunnan.The ancestors once offended bandits, almost destroyed their family and cut off their inheritance.

Listening to the conversation between the two now, they are basically closed.

This made Zhao Chuanxin very complicated.

"Well, Gaozu, ah, no, those two, the stall of this snack is yours, right?"

Zhao Zhongyi nodded at the first moment, then shook his head: "It belongs to my brother, I'm here to help today."

Ask what you say, loyal!

Zhao Chuanxin secretly praised, sure enough, our honest and honest nature is rooted.Ah bah, what kind of loyalty and honesty, this is just stupid, too honest.

And Liu Guigui, who was next to him, rolled his eyes: "This stall belongs to me, why, what do you want?"

Zhao Chuanxin is very relaxed at this time, why be polite to the two ancestors?
He smiled and said, "Since it's yours, can you give me a bowl of noodles on credit? I'm really hungry. I've been hungry for two days."

Liu Guigui rolled the eyes of the boss: "The capital is small and the profits are small, so there is no credit!"

So ruthless?

Shall I give you one?
Zhao Chuanxin remembered their conversation just now, and said: "You just said that you offended the gangster on the mountain, maybe I can help with this matter. Just take care of my two meals, and I will help you solve it."

Regarding that past event, he heard his grandfather mention it.

At that time, Zhao Zhongyi was unwilling to bother others to ask for help because of his affection, which led to a tragedy later.When he went out with the caravan, both his wife and mother were harmed by the gangsters, and his son escaped death because he went out to play with the children of the bannermen.

Since he came, he was his ancestor after all, so he had to be saved.

I was about to save his family, but they didn't even take credit for a bowl of noodles?
Harmful……

(End of this chapter)