mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 665: You don’t have enough wisdom

As early as 30 years ago, Zuo Zongtang wanted to build a bridge over the Yellow River. At that time, foreign businessmen asked for too high a price, and the plan finally aborted.

It was not until 30 years later that this wish was started under the promotion of Peng Yingjia.

Even though it's just building a bridge, the files covering preparation, transportation, and funding can reach 45 volumes and more than 500 pieces.

It can be seen that building a bridge at this time is not an easy task, and Peng Yingjia does not know how much worry he has to worry about.

This will be the first modern bridge on the Yellow River, which is of great significance and will be of greater economic significance to Lanzhou Prefecture.

When Peng Yingjia was planning, there were always people who opposed it.

This year, as construction is about to begin, ignorant old pedants like Niu Xianzhu who don’t distinguish between four, five, and six are jumping out again.

Peng Yingjia claimed to build bridges for the public and the people, but he was often criticized and looked down upon. It was a lie that he had no grudges in his heart.

Today, someone finally stood up and endorsed him.

And said it so loudly.

The light we strive for illuminates you and me.

After hearing this, Peng Yingjia was so moved that he thought he had met a confidant.

Then he saw Zhao Chuanxin knocking Niu Xianzhu down with a headbutt.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Bah!"

It just hit Niu Xianzhu's melon skin hat.

Peng Yingjia: "..."

After all, Niu Xianzhu was an official, so he had to stop him, so he said hypocritically: "Stop it, how can you behave like this?"

They were just chatting and didn't even move their feet.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the Niu Xianzhu on the ground: "Yeah, what kind of decency do you have, old guy? This is simply unreasonable!"

Niu Xianzhu: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his sleeves and raised his hands to the surrounding people: "It's a joke, I'll take my leave now."

His Taoist robe was ankle-length, just enough to cover the ethereal traveler at his feet. His clothes were fluttering and withered.

It's really exciting to run after hitting someone.

Everyone present was left in awe.

Peng Yingjia asked: "Is this person a monk or a Taoist?"

……

Zhao Chuanxin first went to buy coal and then went to the post office.

There were not many people in the post office, and Zhao Chuanxin was quickly queued up.

Zhao Chuanxin first mailed a copy of the painting, and then sent a telegram.

The telegraph operator who sent the telegram asked: "Sir, what do you want to send?"

"Just send it, are you there?"

Telegraph operator: "..."

What's even more bizarre is that the other party replied: Yes, say it.

Zhao Chuanxin: I'm in Suzhou and have nothing to do.

The other party replied: As expected.

Zhao Chuanxin: It is not convenient to disclose confidential matters. Please contact New York to allocate funds for the laboratory. We will run out of ammunition and food as soon as possible. We will also purchase some additional experimental equipment. The list is as follows...

Opponent: Got it, everything is fine with us.

At this time, behind Zhao Chuanxin, a rather handsome middle-aged foreigner complained in English: "Xie Te, hurry up, I still have fucking things to do."

As for the clinker, the outsider in front turned his head and bared his teeth, and said in a southern American accent: "Damn it, Faker, damn British guy, are you going to die in a while?"

The American southern accent actually coincides with the Chinese foreign accent, and Zhao Chuanxin is the most comfortable to speak it.

"..."

The telegraph operators were dumbfounded.

Morrison was stunned: "Are you an American?"

"Son of a bitch, I'm Chinese."

Morrison said calmly: "Sorry, I didn't know you knew English, and I'm Australian."

"Ah tui... damn Australian."

Morrison: "..." Then Zhao Chuanxin said to the telegraph operator: "One last message - I'm very busy, burning several taels of money every minute. Leave now and don't come back!"

Pay the money and leave.

Zhao Chuanxin went out, lit a cigarette, and thought about what else to buy.

Rice, flour, grains, oils, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, sugar...

The wood used to make door panels.

Woolen fabrics from Lanzhou Weaving Factory.

We need to prepare some fodder. If Gulizar comes riding a camel, at least the camel will not starve to death.

Zhao Chuanxin went through the things he wanted to buy in his mind, threw away his cigarette butts, and was about to leave when someone behind him shouted: "Wait..."

He looked back and saw that the foreign devil he had scolded was chasing him out. This time he said in Chinese: "Taoist Master, wait a minute."

Zhao Chuanxin moved his neck: "What? Are you looking for a place? What should a poor person be afraid of?"

"Misunderstanding." Morrison explained: "I just wanted to take a photo of the Taoist priest. I am the chief correspondent of The Times in Beijing."

"Not interested." Zhao Chuanxin dismissed it.

The more he behaved like this, the more interesting Morrison found it.

A Chinese Taoist priest does not seem to have long hair, understands American English, and speaks very differently from contemporary people.

He is actually a very kind person, and somewhat accommodating.

Other foreigners demonized the Chinese, but he was the only one who reported the truth and witnessed many historical processes in person. He was always present during the changes from the late Qing Dynasty to the early Republic of China.For example, the Reform Movement of [-], the Xinchou Signing Agreement, the Russo-Japanese War, until the [-] Revolution, and even later became Yuan Datou's adviser.

In 1902, he moved to Wangfujing Street, opened up five wing rooms, and spent three months building a library.This man has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. He made an index for his collection of books and made a book with two volumes of more than 1500 pages.

His home became a hotbed. As soon as the newly arrived foreigners arrived in the capital, without understanding the language, the rickshaw driver forcibly took them to Mo Mansion.Because his home was always bustling with people, there were always people coming to look up information. He opened the index and could immediately find where the books were. The coachman in the capital believed that all foreigners were looking for Morrison...

Morrison asked again: "Which Taoist temple does the Taoist practice?"

Zhao Chuanxin walked away: "Gaha, you want to steal a master? I advise you not to have such wishful thinking, your wisdom is not enough."

Morrison chased after him: "Taoist Priest, where do you live?"

Zhao Chuanxin stopped in front of a large mansion and looked at the door.

Morrison thought this was his home.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the big house and said, "Oh, I really want to sell this house and use the money to travel around. It's a pity..."

Morrison quickly asked: "What's a pity? The price is not right?"

"Unfortunately, the owner of this house does not agree."

"puff……"

Zhao Chuanxin quickened his pace: "Don't follow me anymore, be careful and go to the government to sue you for following me!"

As he spoke, Zhao Chuanxin received a bonus from his violent armor every time he took a step. One step of three to four meters was comparable to a long jump.

It didn't matter how fast he ran, but he ran faster than others.

Morrison chased him for dozens of meters, but Zhao Chuanxin fell a hundred meters behind him... but he failed to catch up after all.

Morrison wiped his sweat and said, "Could this be what the Chinese call a person who cultivates immortality? Is this the art of shrinking the ground into an inch?"

Looking at Zhao Chuanxin who was gradually disappearing, Morrison smiled bitterly: "My intelligence is enough, but my footwork can't keep up..."

Morrison didn't catch up with Zhao Chuanxin, so he took the opportunity to go to Lanzhou Agricultural and Mining School.

This school was also run by Peng Yingjia, and the English teacher Lin Ade was also hired by Peng Yingjia.

Peng Yingjia actually did more to contribute to the development of this land than Zuo Zongtang.

Morrison found Lin Ade and said breathlessly: "Do you know, I saw a magical Taoist priest today, who actually knows how to shrink into an inch."

Roman Catholic missionary Van Dijk frowned: "Chinese religions are full of inaccuracies. I advise you not to be superstitious..."

"..." Saying this from Van Dijk made Morrison feel weird: "It's true, I saw it with my own eyes..."

The heart speaks truer than you preachers.

……

After Zhao Chuanxin finished shopping, he hurried back on the Misty Traveler.

And the laboratory in the desert received an uninvited guest.

A swordsman rode a horse and arrived in front of the stone house.

His face was full of dust, he tied his horse to the stone pillar where Zhao Chuanxin hung the lantern, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "God, this inn is very hidden, ask Grandpa to find it easily!"

(End of this chapter)