mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 602
Sheng Enyi was only in his teens at this time, and although he hadn't developed the profligate and extravagant disposition of later generations, he was often defiant.

No way, the family is too rich.

Even though he admires his father very much, he has always been unfazed by this kind of dry preaching.

This prodigal son who later became famous was not in charge of the family at this time, and he did not have the capital to prodigal, so he could only pretend to listen to the teachings.

His eyes were just wandering and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing him like this, how could Sheng Xuanhuai, who is as human as a human being, not know?

He sighed: "Hey, I hope that traveling thousands of miles is better than reading thousands of books, and can sharpen your temper."

Sheng Enyi said, "Oh, oh, yes, it all depends on father, uh uh..."

After a while, when Sheng Xuanhuai stopped preaching, Sheng Enyi asked curiously: "Father, I heard from you and mother that the reason why you went to Hankou is because the Japanese are afraid of Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Not really." Sheng Xuanhuai slapped the railing: "Zhao Chuanxin forcibly seized the mining rights in Shanxi at the British Consulate in Shanghai, causing a lot of trouble. Japan's Mitsui and other consortiums are naturally worried that the same thing will happen to the iron mines in Hankou. Therefore, they repeatedly urged Weifu to go there as soon as possible, after all, the new furnace has been prepared, and the only thing left is to set up a new company."

In fact, most of the sovereignty of the Daye Iron Mine has been lost, and it is all in the hands of the Japanese.

Sheng Enyi asked: "Father, why do we need to borrow money from the Japanese? Why can't we make money ourselves?"

"The whole story and the entanglement of interests are difficult to explain in just a few words. In the future, you will understand when you grow up."

Sheng Enyi hated this sentence, and hated that everything had to wait for him to grow up.

……

Also traveling thousands of miles, Benjamin Goldberg's way is very different from Sheng Enyi's.

Not only did he have to make a fire, but he also had to wash vegetables in the cold water, making his hands red from the cold.

Abao saw Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian busy at work, setting up copper pots, cutting meat, and making sauces. When she smelled the aroma of hot pot in the cool open air, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Zhao Chuanxin lay leisurely on the recliner as usual, watching Abao dazed on the spot, and couldn't help but said: "Oh, if I watch others busy and just wait to eat, then I will be so ashamed that I die. I really deserve to die."

Abao: "..."

She walked over silently and helped with the work.

She snatched the kitchen knife from Benjamin Goldberg's hand, aggressively...

Compared with Benjamin Goldberg, a batch of clumsy knife workers, Po's knife skills are too good, and the potatoes are cut into thin slices in an instant, thin and even.

It seems to be using craftsmanship to protest Zhao Chuanxin's run.

After finishing cleaning up quickly, Abao threw the kitchen knife on the vegetable pile and stood messy in the wind again, with a heavy "hum" in his nose.

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, the little widow was not convinced.

He asked: "Little widow, what do you think of me? Generally, whenever someone says something bad about me, I will go crazy and have to kill... Oh, far away, what do you think of me? "

Abao: "..."

I don't want to die, and I don't want to violate my conscience, so I can only shut up.

Seeing that she was silent, Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Little widow, how is your butt?"

Abao's face turned red, he was ashamed and annoyed, he really wished he could stab Zhao Chuanxin to death with a sword.

She still doesn't speak.

The ingredients are finally ready, and the meat starts to go into the pot.

Zhao Yixian and Benjamin Goldberg held their chopsticks, preparing nervously like two players on a basketball court waiting for the referee to blow the whistle.

When the pot rolled away again and Zhao Chuanxin put down the first chopsticks, the chopsticks of the two of them came out of their sheaths like sharp knives, sipping...

Abao: "..."

Okay, okay, you guys are here, right?
Ah Bao, who practiced swords from a young age, uses chopsticks as a sword - draw, carry, lift, grid, collapse, stir, press...

The two of them were instantly disgraced.

It wasn't until Zhao Chuanxin met that he put a pile of beef in the pot, and Abao grabbed it by inertia. The beef was extremely resilient.

She tried again, but still nothing.

After a while, she gave up and watched Zhao Chuanxin until the beef was cooked, and then put out the dipping sauce together.

Hehe, no one else can snatch Lao Tzu's meat even before it reaches his mouth!

After eating beef, I ordered noodles.

Ah Bao saw that the noodles were hard and hard, twisted and twisted into a ball.

After being put into the pot, it will soften after a while in the water.

She didn't say much all the time. First of all, Zhao Chuanxin was extremely vicious, and his apprentice Benjamin Goldberg, a little foreign devil, didn't look like a good person.

Zhao Yixian was a little naughty, but at least he had no grudge with her.

So Ah Bao talked to Zhao Yixian: "Why are the noodles made like this?"

Zhao Yixian took a peek at Zhao Chuanxin and found that he didn't say anything, so he said: "It's not easy to walk in the rivers and lakes, and you often have to sleep in the wild. The noodles are not easy to carry and are perishable. Make the noodles and form them into a ball. It is dried and fried, and when the oil is empty, this side can be stored for a long time even in the humid south."

Ah Bao was surprised and said: "This method is very good. The person who came up with such a method must be a generation of great talents."

Zhao Yixian pouted towards Zhao Chuanxin: "It's far away from the sky and close to our eyes."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Little widow, don't worship me."

Abao stopped talking, lowered his head and ate fiercely.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised and said: "Ai I am grass, little widow. Seeing that your stomach is not big, how can you pack it so much? How much memory, 512G?"

Benjamin Goldberg: "Master, what G?"

After all, Ah Bao's face was tender, and he felt a little embarrassed when he heard the words, and put down his chopsticks: "I'm full."

Benjamin Goldberg: "Great, I don't have to get my noodles from the nasties at last."

Zhao Chuanxin sighed, "Young man doesn't know how widows are, and mistakenly regards noodles as treasures."

Finally, Ah Bao couldn't stand being squeezed by his master and apprentice: "Cheng Kun, I advise you to keep your words, otherwise you will go to hell with your tongue pulled out after death."

"Bah, why am I, Cheng Kun, so afraid?"

Benjamin Goldberg laughed when he heard Zhao Chuanxin calling himself Cheng Kun, but was choked and coughed.

Coughing well, he took a sip of the tea in the coconut shell bowl: "Master, why don't we follow the example of the Water Margin hero, robbing the rich and giving to the poor along the way. It just so happens that this woman is a robber, and I think she is quite authoritative in all aspects. Zhao Chuanxin glared at him: "What the hell are you being a robber? They have worked for several years and only saved [-] to [-] yuan. How much is your good youth salary worth? As a human being, you can't belittle yourself like this."

Abao was almost confused by the connotation of master and disciple.

Zhao Yixian is secretly happy.

Finally, there is someone who can share the firepower of the master and apprentice for him.

……

After dinner, continue on your way.

Benjamin Goldberg drove the car, and Zhao Yixian, the smart man, showed the way.

Zhao Chuanxin and Abao squeezed in the back row.

Abao was a little nervous next to Zhao Chuanxin, but she was relieved when she found that Zhao Chuanxin just closed his eyes and ignored her.

Zhao Chuanxin is still figuring out how to control the old sacred fire.

It's strange to say, since the old sacred fire has already chosen a master, why can't it be used by him?

All the way to the sunset, Benjamin Goldberg stopped suddenly: "Master, there are wind geese over there, I think it should be delicious, let's buy two and try."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door and got out of the car.

This is the area of ​​Changzhou Prefecture, a bustling downtown area.

As soon as he got out of the car, a busker with a flag came up to him: "My lord, buy two Dali pills!"

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned, took off his knitted hat, and imitated a busker's sneaky approach: "Huh? Ant-Man Power Pills? I've taken these. I have two Vajra Pills here. You can take two pills at night, secretly. Become stronger……"

As he spoke, two dark brown hawthorn pills appeared in his palm.

The entertainer was dumbfounded, looked at Zhao Chuanxin's shiny bald head under his hat, and secretly called it unlucky, it turned out that he was a monk or a colleague.

He spat, turned and walked away.

Today, Abao has experienced many things. The old man died, and his subordinates died in droves. He should have been extremely sad.

But somehow, Zhao Chuanxin made her want to laugh.

Zhao Chuanxin went to buy Fengge.

The shopkeeper laughed and asked, "Do monks also eat meat?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised a single palm: "Amitabha, the Buddha passed through the intestines, and kept the wine and meat in his heart. If the world learns from me, there will be paradise everywhere."

The shopkeeper's smile froze and he scratched his head: "Is that so?"

Abao couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed out loud.

After laughing, he felt sorry for the deceased again, so he quickly restrained his smile.

In this way, the shape of the mouth can be wonderful when the red lips change.

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked and said: "Ah, look at your mouth, it's harder to press than the muzzle of a poor monk's Madsen machine gun! Why, did you get stung by a wasp?"

Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian laughed wildly.

Ah Bao is really embarrassed to pick his toes on the ground. Fortunately, he didn't bind his feet when he was a child, otherwise he would have to pick a bone on the spot.

Feng Goose wrapped two of them with paper, and Zhao Chuanxin said: "Hurry up, eat while walking on the road, and go to the next county to stay overnight while it's still dark."

After getting into the car, Zhao Chuanxin broke off the two goose legs and gave them to his apprentice and Zhao Yixian respectively, while he broke off the goose wings.

But he didn't give it to Bao.

The meat of this goose is white and tender, smooth, fragrant, fat but not greasy, tender and delicious, and has a unique taste of straw.

However, Zhao Chuanxin was still chewing towards Abao, took out a silver jug ​​and took a sip: "Well, this poor monk substitutes wine for tea and meat for vegetables. Eat first as a respect."

Abao: "..."

She is well-proportioned, but eats a lot.At noon, because of Zhao Chuanxin's ridicule, I ate less.

At this time, I was also a little hungry.

She wanted to hold back the flood of drool, but it was difficult.

Zhao Chuanxin chewed the bones until they were crunchy, stretched his head over, and asked Abao, "Little widow, you are not greedy at all, are you?"

Ah Bao swears, he has never hated someone so much in his life, really.

The sound of chewing goose wings and the smell of goose meat drove her crazy.

These three people, if nothing else, are definitely foodies.

She turned her head away.

Zhao Chuanxin broke off a piece of breast, bypassed Abao's cheek, and handed it to her nose: "Is it fragrant?"

Ah Bao finally broke out: "Stop the car, I want to get off, I want to grab another..."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled, and casually stuffed the goose breast into her mouth, blocking the rest of her speech.

A Bao chewed viciously.

The car reached the next market town, and Benjamin Goldberg stopped the car outside an inn.

As soon as he got off the car, Benjamin Goldberg saw a slope in front of the inn, paved with stone bricks, flat and long.

He said: "Master, you take out my skateboard, this place is suitable for skateboarding."

Zhao Chuanxin casually took out the skateboard that was made for him on the ship when he returned from the United States.

Benjamin Goldberg stepped on the skateboard, exerted a little force, and slid smoothly down the slope.

Benjamin Goldberg yelled and had a great time.

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that there was another treasure in the secret realm—the Misty Traveler.

He never knew what the Misty Traveler was for, and originally planned to wait for Nikola Tesla to come to China and let him study it.

Seeing Benjamin Goldberg skating very happily at this time, Zhao Chuanxin also took out the Misty Traveler, ready to try skating on the slope.

At this moment, the old sacred fire in his consciousness suddenly trembled...

(End of this chapter)