mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 593 Blood Splattered at Guan Geng Pavilion, Too Cruel

At this time, there were five foreigners, arms around each other, watching the fun.

The waiter muttered in a low voice: "Since the opening of the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, we have often seen foreign devils in Suzhou. The foreigners are vulgar and do not understand etiquette. A few years ago, there were American sailors who made trouble after drinking. The people dared to be angry but dare not speak out."

Zhao Chuanxin never listened to Sui Sui Nian, he paid the bill and left.

He followed the Spring Festival team all the way forward.

Scratch your scalp and ask Benjamin Goldberg: “Do you ever feel itchy?”

Benjamin Goldberg nodded: "Yes, master, I think something is crawling on my scalp. Also, there are bedbugs on the bed, biting people."

Zhao Yixian said: "Both of you, you must have lice and fleas on your body."

The more he talked about Zhao Chuanxin, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He made up his mind to join in the fun and go back to take a good bath.

There will be no such lively ceremonies in later generations. In fact, in the next era, the state system will be replaced, customs will be changed, and people will be exhausted.

After all, in the next era, especially after the death of Sun Gongwu, the melee will start, and the people will not be able to live. Even if the warlord loses in mahjong or spends it on his concubine, the money will not be spent on such trivial matters.

In front of the line is the paper Chunniu, and behind it are actors playing 360 lines. Although they are not professional, they are really lively.

Zhao Chuanxin likes this atmosphere.

The people followed closely behind, and it was very lively. They went straight to Loumen. First, they sacrificed the spring cattle on the Xiannong Altar, and some people recited prayers for a good harvest.

There are also many wandering children who do not go to see the spring ox. Instead, they wander around the crowd watching the excitement, or pay attention to the pretty beaded curtains under the crystal curtains of the flower buildings on both sides.

It was crowded and lively when suddenly a loud uproar was heard.

Many people pointed at Chunniu.

Zhao Chuanxin looked over and saw the five foreigners, one of them took off his newsboy cap and put it on Chunniu's head, and the other was holding a camera, laughing and taking pictures.The rest stood beside Chunniu, posing in various poses.

Here, officials from one prefecture and three counties are present.

Some officials stepped forward to dissuade them with a timid expression: "The sacrifice of welcoming the spring should not be desecrated. Please drive to play elsewhere."

Several foreigners, some of whom knew some Chinese, stared: "What's wrong with taking pictures? I won't delay you."

The official obediently smiled and retreated.

The common people point fingers and accuse from afar: "It's really outrageous..."

"Foreigners are vulgar..."

"Don't prefect He care about it?"

He Gangde, courtesy name Xiao Ya, has been the prefect of Suzhou since the 26th year of Guangxu to the present.

His greatest contribution to Suzhou was to set up a patrol team in Suzhou.

He Gangde also saw the foreigners making trouble, and seeing those foreigners being unruly, although he didn't like it, he didn't dare to do anything about it.

Of course there are patrols nearby, but the patrols dare not take care of it.

So the tens of thousands of people present, regardless of officials or ordinary people, could only watch helplessly as the foreigners were arrogant.

At first, everyone was just a little angry, but it was bearable.

After a while, the foreigner who took off his hat and hung it on Chunniu's head actually tore off a piece of colored paper from Chunniu's body and pasted it on his face, asking his companions to take pictures.

Now, the people were completely outraged.

Beside Zhao Chuanxin, an old pedantic beard shook wildly, stomping his feet on the spot: "It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable..."

"How can such a big event be left to the hands of foreign devils?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said to him: "Go and chop those foreign devils."

The old pedant shrank his neck: "A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands."

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips: "If you don't dare to go up, beep less."

"you……"

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled, took out a piece of wood, and carved a statue of the Virgin Mary.

He has carved it before, and he can capture it easily.

He marched out of the crowd with a crude image of the Madonna, and came to Xiannong's Altar.

When the five foreigners saw a Chinese man approaching who was dressed in the same padded robe as ordinary people, they didn't take it seriously, they were still laughing and laughing.

Zhao Chuanxin came to them with a wooden statue of the Madonna, and drew a line on the face of the Madonna.

The five people were taken aback.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the statue of the Madonna, shook his head and muttered in English, "Oh, you are so ugly, so you are this kind of Madonna."

His voice is not loud, but somehow, it can be heard far away, and everyone around can hear it.

As he spoke, he made another mark on the chest of the Virgin Mary.

The faces of the five people looked slightly ugly.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head again: "Oh, this seems to be underdeveloped. I need to modify it."

As he said that, he moved the knife like flying, and the statue of the Virgin Mary, which was a little thin at first, gradually became plump.

It's just a little exaggerated and plump.

The faces of the five people were cold.

The foreigner took a step forward and said coldly, "You heathen, you are blaspheming."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up in surprise and looked at him innocently, but he pressed his finger on a certain position of the statue of the Virgin Mary: "Ah, it feels good now."

He kept rubbing back and forth, with a wretched smile on his face.

On the stage, the prefect He Gangde asked the left and right: "Who understands what they say?"

Suzhou chief envoy Zuo Xiaotong knew some English, and translated, "Master Zhifu, that man carved a statue of a foreigner. He..."

After hearing this, He Gangde spit out a mouthful of tea: "What a nonsense."

But no one was sent to stop him.

Under the stage, the five foreigners were angry.

"You heretic, I'm going to teach you a lesson."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Snapped……

The foreigner who took off his hat turned half a circle and fell to the ground.

It can be seen how powerful this slap is.

The crisp movement resounded through the audience.

The people were in an uproar.

The officials were stunned.

Really sturdy.

The other four foreigners met and rushed forward.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the statue of the Madonna and smashed it down.

The second person was instantly sluggish, and thick blood flowed down his forehead.

The third person, Zhao Chuanxin raised his arm, blocked the fist that was swaying, grabbed the opponent's collar, and pulled a head hammer.

bang...

He had a nosebleed and collapsed.

The fourth and fifth people stopped in their tracks when they saw how vigorous Zhao Chuanxin was.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed forward and stretched out his arms.

He is tall and has long arms, with one hand in each hand, he grabbed the two people's necks, lifted them up without any effort, and threw them to the ground suddenly.

thump, thump...

I boil...

The people around were stunned.

At this time, He Gangde realized that something was wrong.

After all, he was a scholar. According to his assumption, Zhao Chuanxin was just verbally humiliating a few foreigners.

But I didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin would not only have to take it orally, but also his heart and body... Foreigners have no trouble with trivial matters, so don't make it a big deal.

He suddenly stood up and shouted: "Stop! My official is He Gangde, the prefect of Suzhou, stop quickly..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and bared his teeth at him.

Just in time, the hatless foreigner struggled to get up, his head swaying dizzy, and he was about to say something.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward like lightning, grabbed his collar, and threw him over his shoulder.

At this time, the morning sun was still very cold.

The body of the foreigner twitched after being thrown, Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar and lit it.

He unhurriedly came to the side of the foreigner on the ground, grabbed his leg, and walked towards He Gangde.

He Gangde was a little timid, and hurriedly ordered: "Stop him quickly, stop this murderer quickly..."

Those patrolmen were timid when facing foreigners, but they became capable when facing their own people.

Zhao Chuanxin looks tough and true, but they feel that they have a lot of people and batons, so they may not be able to take Zhao Chuanxin down.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the foreigner's leg and swung it around.

A patrolman couldn't dodge and was knocked down.

The rest of the crowd whimpered and surrounded him with batons, but kept warning: "Put him down quickly, or you will be in trouble."

"You're in for a big deal..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them, dragged the foreigners forward, and came to the Guangeng Pavilion, talking about the foreigners and threw them at the pillars.

thump...

The foreigner's head was bleeding profusely immediately.

When Zhao Chuanxin smashed it, he stared closely at He Gangde's eyes in the Guangeng Pavilion.

Lifting the foreigner's leg, Zhao Chuanxin continued to shake him.

thump...

thump...

thump...

Under the sun, Zhao Chuanxin swung faster and faster, like beating a drum.

The root of the starry sky and the Q assistant made him not feel tired at all.

The foreigner's head was smashed repeatedly, and he was already out of shape.

And Zhao Chuanxin kept his eyes on He Gangde.

This made He Gangde's hair stand on end.

Those patrolmen dare not go forward again, it is too cruel.

This man has great strength and is tireless.

Ordinary people would struggle to swing it, so maybe he swung it dozens of times?
Zhao Chuanxin threw the foreigner away, and spat on the ground: "What's the matter, you, the magistrate, will become a grandson when you face the foreigner. How can you stand up to me?"

He Gangde was afraid and angry at the same time.

He is a civil servant, where has he seen such a bloody scene?
But in broad daylight, Zhao Chuanxin not only committed murder, but also targeted foreigners, in front of him, the magistrate, this is simply lawless and lawless!
He pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "You, you, you bold madman, why don't you step forward and take it down for me?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the group of patrolmen who stepped forward with a sneer. He picked up the knife and cut off a pillar. He pushed forward with a log in his hand, and several patrolmen were knocked to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin swaggered up to a few frightened foreigners, leaned over and asked, "Why aren't you so arrogant?"

A few foreigners looked at the corpse of their companions, how dare they speak?
Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and slapped people in the face one by one, neither serious nor serious, but extremely insulting.

clap clap clap...

It's really raining and dew, one after another.

"Zuo Nima, you know that your own beliefs cannot be trampled on by others, but you trample on other people's beliefs at will, right?"

The people around were excited.

This melon is too big today.

Not only did this man dare to kill and beat up foreigners, he didn't even pay attention to the prefect of Suzhou, and he was no match for the police. Presumably only the big soldiers with guns could subdue him.

What a man.

Many good people have already concocted a draft of post-event bragging in their hearts.

The only fly in the ointment was that they couldn't understand the English spoken by Zhao Chuanxin.

A foreigner, while Zhao Chuanxin was beating his companion, suddenly got up and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't move his legs, but threw out the whip of the judgment, tied up the foreigner and pulled him back: "I didn't let you go, so you can't go!"

The foreigner was really scared, and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I respect everyone's belief..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the spring cow on the Xiannong Altar: "Go and kowtow to that cow. You can only leave after kowtowing a hundred times."

This is more insulting than being beaten.

One of the foreigners couldn't help but said: "I'm British, I advise you to let me go!"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and volleyed.

thump...

The foreigner tilted his head and fell unconscious.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to volley, once, twice, three, and four times... The speed was getting faster and faster, but his face was not red and he was out of breath.

"British, isn't it?"

"The sun never sets, does it?"

"Very cool, right?"

The so-called miracle with great strength, the foreigner's head was miraculously stuck to his shoulder.

The three people next to me were scared to pee.

The crotch is all wet.

This time, the death of his companion was right in front of him.

A person said heartbreakingly: "I am German, I am not British..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Xiannongtan: "Whether you are a fucking German devil or a British devil, get over there immediately and kowtow a hundred heads."

The three of them rolled and crawled, walked away on their knees, and kowtowed.

Knocking is called honesty.

When they kowtowed, Zhao Chuanxin came to the field.

The people around were watching the excitement, but Zhao Chuanxin pointed at them: "You deserve to be poor, you deserve to be bullied, you deserve to be patronized by natural disasters!"

When the people heard this, they couldn't help being in an uproar.

(End of this chapter)