mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 245 Zhao Chuanxin, despicable villain, ah tui
Zhao Chuanxin's temper comes and goes quickly.

But I was not in the mood to read the newspaper.

He was lying on a chair with his head raised, covering his face with a newspaper to shade him from the sun.

This small courtyard is surrounded by earthen walls, which can shelter the wind and prevent the newspapers from being blown away by the wind.

The wind in spring is relatively strong, blowing the newly sprouted grass and trees to lose their luster.

The earth is like a distant mobilization ready to go, and urgently needs a spring rain as a starting gun.

But no matter what the next few days say, anyway, the sun is just right today, the breeze is warm, and Xun's people are lazy and don't want to move.

Cui Fenghua, who was ordered to be Zhao Chuanxin's follower, was not a diligent person.In such fine weather again, he was as reluctant to move as Zhao Chuanxin.

So, even though Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be taking a nap, he stayed here.

In addition to the newspaper covered on Zhao Chuanxin's face, there were several copies on the small table.

Cui Fenghua picked up a copy and read it with relish.

The newspaper said that Japan established the Nanman Railway Co., Ltd. in China, saying that girls' education was recognized by the Qing court and had legal rights.

In addition, there was another piece of news that caught his attention:
France is going to hold a car rally in its capital city - Paris.

Cui Fenghua has never been abroad, not even outside the customs.

But he vaguely knew that Paris was thousands of miles away, a distance beyond the reach of more than 90.00% of the world's people.

The actual mileage of this rally is: 16000 kilometers.

And this news still has something to do with Zhao Chuanxin.

Pasteur, the French Minister to China, sent a note to Prince Qing Aixinjueluo Yikuang at the beginning of this year, and Aixinjueluo Yikuang conveyed it to the Qing court.

His words were sincere: "Recently, there was a special meeting in Paris and Kyoto. It is planned to race bicycles from the capital to Paris through the three eastern provinces and Siberia. The departure will start from the capital in about the middle of June in the Western calendar, and the Qing court will be transferred to the territory of China. Thank you for your help.”

Cixi handed over this matter to Aixinjueluo Yikuang to supervise and have a veto power.

It has already been put on the agenda, and we are studying whether to agree or not.

At first, it was like when the train first entered China, the ministers of the Qing court, even Cixi, were full of fear of that kind of steel giant.Now facing a new thing like a car, I feel a little hairy.

Secondly, people who understand the meaning of cars told Aixinjueluo Yikuang that the purpose of this competition is definitely not pure.They believe that the Europeans want to open up a route that can pass through cars in order to defeat the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway funded and built by the Chinese.

Because Aixinjueluo Yikuang is one of the major shareholders of this railway.

Therefore, the French side initially felt that the Qing court would not agree.

The people in the Qing court actually misunderstood that those Frenchmen came purely for the competition and had no other purpose at all.

This is the cognitive difference.

Just like if someone made a movie about aliens attacking, the alien spaceship can travel across the universe to the earth, but when they invade, they play close combat with humans on the ground.

Then some people would think that even though spaceships that can travel through space have been developed, they can still fight melee?Isn't this ridiculous?

But why do aliens have to develop long-range weapons?Maybe the aliens want to vigorously develop melee weapons, isn't that all right?

It is entirely possible.

People on Earth think about alien civilizations completely according to their own thinking.If it is so easy to be expected by the earth people, then the alien civilization is probably just pretended by the earth people.

This is the cognitive difference.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin met Aixinjueluo Zaizhen on the train, and a series of things happened, which made Aixinjueluo Yikuang and Cixi very miserable. How could he care about the French guy?
It was not until Zhao Chuanxin returned to the customs that Aixinjueluo Yikuang replied to the French ambassador to China: "Yes!"

This is beyond the expectations of France, but happy to see it happen.

Cui Fenghua was watching the devotion, and suddenly heard Zhao Chuanxin say: "What are you looking at?"

"Ah, Captain Zhao, you haven't slept yet."

"I was recharging my energy just now. After all, there are many important national affairs waiting for me to worry about. This may be called daily management."

"..." Cui Fenghua didn't know how to complain, and then he dusted off the newspaper: "Captain Zhao, it says that France is coming to our place to hold something, some race. From the capital, drive the car to Paris, it's a long way away."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "Let's do a rally. With the current bumper car, can it drive to Paris?"

He knows what the car looks like now, it looks like a rickshaw with an engine installed, very simple.

Sitting on it with his size feels like riding a dog.

"What bumper car?" Cui Fenghua asked curiously.

"It's nothing."

"Captain Zhao, it also said that there are more than 5 cars in France, and only 4 in the United States, but I have never seen a car since I grew up. Have you seen it?"

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the tea bowl, took a sip and found it was cold, and put the tea bowl down again.

Herbal tea is not good.

He smiled and said, "I've seen it, I've even driven it."

Cui Fenghua was full of envy: "Isn't it interesting?"

"It's very boring. It's so boring. It's not as enjoyable as riding a horse for a short distance." Zhao Chuanxin said, "Fenghua, you have also read books. Let me ask you, what did you see behind this news?" ?”

If Zhao Chuanxin shaved off his beard, he would look in his early twenties.

And Cui Fenghua is over forty.

So Cui Fenghua was quite uncomfortable being called "Fenghua" by Zhao Chuanxin.

It's better to call it by full name.

But thinking about the status of both parties, Cui Fenghua felt relieved: "Here, what can we see? Because there are more cars, France is richer than the United States?"

When it comes to being rich, Zhao Chuanxin thinks of money again.

I really miss the lavish days in the past, but unfortunately it is gone forever.

Although going to the bank to withdraw money is not very interesting anymore.

But another thing was enough to make Zhao Chuanxin smile.

"The whole world is building railroads and heavy industry," he said with a smile.

Only in the United States, from 1905 to the present, 800 million tons of steel rails and hundreds of thousands of carriages have been used.

This led to new industries such as electricity, automobiles, and chemicals.

That's the logic behind it. "

Cui Fenghua is literate, how can he know so much?
He admired from the bottom of his heart: "Captain Zhao, you are amazing, you know so much."

"Feng Hua."

This time, Cui Fenghua did not have any resistance.

He is better than him, not only because of his status, but also because of his knowledge and knowledge.

"Captain Zhao, tell me."

"So." Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "What did you see behind the industrial revitalization in Europe, America and other places?"

Naturally, he is blind and can't see anything.

Cui Fenghua replied honestly: "I didn't see it. If I insisted on seeing something, I guess I saw white money."

Millions of tons at every turn, isn't it all silver?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, so insightful!"

"Ah this..."

Those who think seriously are all nonsense, and those who talk nonsense become knowledge instead?
He was still waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to explain, but Zhao Chuanxin kept silent.

This made Cui Fenghua feel itchy.

Finally, he couldn't help but said: "Captain Zhao, what does this mean?"

"It means silver, didn't you say it all?" Zhao Chuanxin took it for granted, "If the demand is high, the price will rise sharply, you should understand this.

If the price is high, people who pursue profit will flock to this feast.

But such a high price is difficult to be accepted by the limited demand, so a large number of people will be locked up.

Just like the poisonous big smoke bubble in our mountains, the bubble slowly expands and finally bursts.

After the rupture, poisonous miasma will be released, which will kill the surrounding creatures at once. "

Cui Fenghua was ignorant at first, and suddenly his head seemed to be enlightened: "I know. It's like Chinese cabbage sold at a high price. Everyone comes to grow cabbage and invest in cabbage. The more you invest, the higher the price of cabbage. But The number of people who eat cabbage is limited, and those who invest in cabbage want to recover their costs and refuse to lower the price. However, the price of cabbage has dropped sharply, and these investors have lost a lot.”

"Amazing Fenghua!"

Zhao Chuanxin really didn't expect that this guy really understood.

Talent!
He found that even in this era, people with flexible minds abound.

But most people do not have a stable output environment and have no chance to make their mark.

Those who can stand out may not be so smart, but only reckless, such as those warriors who talk with guns every day, they will be able to flourish in the next era.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

Like, maybe, maybe, he's one of those brainless brats.

This will not work.

Zhao Chuanxin patted his temples and hypnotized himself: I am a genius, I am the smartest, I am both civil and military...

You must earn some "pretty money" to let the world see his wisdom!

He got up suddenly: "Hey, poor people in America, I'm afraid this year will be worse."

Suddenly, Cui Fenghua was stunned: "Captain Zhao, why is this?"

"Because I'm short of money!"

"This……"

Zhao Chuanxin got up, shook his head and said, "You don't understand if I tell you. Let's go, call a few people, and let's go to the rumor-making site in Jiandao to see the reaction of the masses."

……

Saito Kijiro and Shinoda Harasaku are also rushing to Jianjima.

He has found out the truth.

Saito Kijiro was furious: "Damn Zhao Chuanxin, Baga, his forged newspaper is so fake. Why are these foolish men and women willing to believe him?"

Shinoda Harasaku couldn't believe it when he heard the news, but after all, he relies on his brain for food, and he quickly figured out something.

He said worriedly: "Saito-kun, I really underestimated this person. He is smarter than I thought.

Who do you think people usually read newspapers?

In addition to middle-class families, officials, and intellectuals, the rest are nobles.

Our fraud is spread from top to bottom.

But this man-made fake was directly spread among the farmers.

He took no money and gave them newspapers for nothing.

The effect is different.

He also took advantage of the fact that these farmers did not read newspapers at all, so that he could successfully deceive these stupid people. "

After hearing his words, Kijiro Saito didn't feel comforted at all, and urged: "Hurry up, we must refute the rumors in time, and we must not let Zhao Chuanxin succeed. Zhao Chuanxin, despicable villain, ah tui!"

The two hurried to Jiandao with a group of South Korean policemen.

After arriving at the place, Shinoda Harasaku asked many South Korean policemen to disperse and go door to door to refute the rumors.

"The news in that newspaper is false."

"The Japanese didn't slaughter our farmers."

"Don't believe the words of the backwater army."

"Have a little time to think about it. If you think about it, you will know that it is impossible. Why are you so stupid to believe it?"

"The Japanese are good people..."

A group of South Korean policemen explained earnestly.

Don't explain it, this matter may gradually subside.

This fanfare explained, but it makes people suspicious.

A Kennong waited for the police to leave, and said to his family: "At first I suspected it was fake news, but you see they tried so hard to explain, ah bah, and said that the Japanese are good people. It seems that the massacre of Korean people should be done." It's true."

Harasaku Shinoda secretly eavesdropped outside, wanting to see the effect.

It turned out that the painting became darker and darker, and his face also darkened.

He couldn't help gnashing his teeth: "Zhao Chuanxin, I can't wait to smash your corpse into thousands of pieces!"

Originally, in the past two days, he was going to start building the police station of the Supervisory Mansion.

As a result, Zhao Chuanxin's first move was a big move.

The most exasperating thing is that Zhao Chuanxin has given him time to take precautions.

Tell plainly: "Are you ready, I'm going to spread rumors."

It is impossible to prevent.

He followed the South Korean police and eavesdropped on the responses one by one.

The result was not very good, and most of the farmers felt that it was true.

He hurriedly came to Saito Kijiro: "Saito-kun, we can't sit still and fight back!"

"How do you fight back?"

Saito Kijiro was heartbroken.

Shinoda Harasaku gritted his teeth and said, "Since he did this, we can do it too. We also print newspapers and pour dirty water on them!"

Saito Kijiro cheered up: "Yes, we imitate him, let's go!"

They summoned the South Korean police back and hurried to the newspaper to fabricate new rumors.

And Zhao Chuanxin came to Jiandao step by step.

At this time, outside the customs, there is already maize, the so-called corn and corn.

Most of the South Korean farmers in the Jiandao area follow the tradition of rice cultivation, but there is also a small amount of corn.

In a small piece of cornfield, combing the small cobs soaring to the sky, he was turning over the piles of cornstalks.

The advantage of corn is that corn can be eaten, and corn stalks can also be fed to livestock.

In the corn stalk pile, mice like to build their nests here.

This little stick is lifting corn stacks to catch little mice.

He turned and turned, and the dry corn leaves were turned with a rattling sound, and the sound of the leaves rubbing against each other made one's teeth sour.

But he didn't mind at all and had a great time.

A little mouse no longer than the length of a palm found that the roof had been torn off, took a look with a pair of black thieves eyes, and immediately slipped away.

The little stick rushed forward, but was half a beat too late, and the mouse ran away.

Just when I was annoyed, I heard an even more annoyed voice behind me: "Oh, what an idiot, I can't even grasp this."

Xiao Bangzi turned around in astonishment, only seeing a pair of long legs.

Moving his gaze up, up, and up again, he saw the man's face full of frustration.

Little stick: "..."

Why are you in a hurry.

Zhao Chuanxin held him by the collar and pulled him aside: "Look at me, I'm good at catching mice!"

The two short legs of the little stick kicked around in the air, but to no avail, and was finally thrown aside.

Zhao Chuanxin had a bundle of cornstalks in one hand, and after flipping through a few bundles quickly, the little mouse appeared again.

Xiao Bangzi watched coldly, wanting to see if he was really that powerful.

I heard Zhao Chuanxin say: "Dry rice, stop it!"

Dogs take mice and meddle in their own business.

Dogs are not as good at catching mice as cats, and cooking rice is no exception.

But the advantage of Ganfan is that the dog's brain is very smart.

It didn't move in a hurry, it first looked at the terrain, then copied the mouse's back path, and waited for the mouse.

When the mouse ran away in fright, it suddenly found a huge monster in front of it, and turned around and ran back in fright.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had come to the front, stepped up and stepped on the mouse's tail, making it impossible to escape.

The little stick was dumbfounded.

Didn't expect this to work.

So looking at the dry rice, the halazi almost flowed down.

This dog is really powerful and greedy.

Zhao Chuanxin said vigilantly: "Little Bangzi, I know that your nation likes to eat dog meat, but I advise you not to think about it."

"If you don't eat or eat, I'll just touch it."

Cui Fenghua who came with him couldn't laugh or cry.

This Captain Zhao, why is he like a child.

Zhao Chuanxin stomped the mouse to pieces, then smiled and asked, "Little stick, let me ask you, are the Japanese coming to kill again?"

"I'm not called Xiao Bangzi." Little Bangzi argued.

"Good little stick. Are the Japanese here to kill?"

Little Bangzi thought for a while and said, "The grown-ups say that the Japanese killed people, but I didn't see them. If I didn't see them, I think they shouldn't have killed people."

my cao...

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Cui Fenghua: "Sometimes only children can see through the truth. The older you are, the more worrying your IQ will be."

Cui Fenghua was speechless: What did you say to me?Look at me "older", right?
Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Little stick, let me ask you, have you read the newspaper? Do you think it is well written?"

The little stick touched the dry rice's smooth and clean hair, and it was rare.

Seeing the torn mouse stepped on by Zhao Chuanxin again, he shook his head regretfully, what a pity.

If it is given to him, he can play first, and then roast and eat after playing enough, there will be no waste.

He said: "I can't understand the words on the newspaper. But the pictures on it are very interesting, but unfortunately there are very few."

Huh?
Zhao Chuanxin had an idea: "Is that so, is it just you who think so, or do adults also think so?"

The little stick scratched the back of his head, and the dandruff fell straight down: "Adults, you should also like to look at pictures, because many people can't read. But my father can read, but he has to work in the field and has no time to teach me."

When people want to make further progress, they might as well listen to their children's suggestions.

Children tend to be more on topic.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and got an extra piece of candy: "I'll give it to you. Little stick, how many children do you know?"

Seeing Tang's eyes open, Xiao Bangzi happily took it: "I know all the children here."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "Little Bangzi, I will come back tomorrow. Go back and tell all the children here secretly, so that they can gather here before dawn tomorrow morning, and don't disturb the adults at home. I will give You give out candy, can you deliver the newspaper for me?"

When the little stick heard it, his eyes lit up.

He thinks more.

First of all, there is sugar to eat, which is the most important thing.

Secondly,

He asked, "New newspaper, do you still have pictures on it?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "The new newspaper is full of paintings, let you read it all!"

"Well, you must come tomorrow."

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