mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 882: Go east from the Han River to Tianxingzhou

He recalled today's conversation, but failed to grasp the main point.

Not long after, people came one after another and gathered together, laughing and laughing.

The students here are versatile, some play the flute and some play the harmonica.

The harmonica was first introduced to the West by the Sheng, a Chinese classical musical instrument. After continuous evolution, it transformed into the harmonica. Later, it was spread from the West to Japan at the end of the last century, and then from Japan back to China. It is a closed loop.

But at this time, there were few people who knew it. It was just that Hankou’s population was complex, so it was not unusual to be able to buy and learn the harmonica.

There was a lot of commotion until Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Come and bring the plate."

Hula, several people stood up at the same time.

The good thing about all the prep work is that it’s now served extremely quickly.

Zhao Chuanxin cooks without the need for a stove. He can adjust the hot and slow heat at will. He is a natural cook.

Later, he went to Westinghouse Electric Company and Edison's company, and then continued to be promoted. After he became a chief engineer, he had money and time, so he continued to study his internal combustion engine.

"Long live the principal..."

A pure and clear night suddenly appeared before the eyes of all the students. The cold wind in the night ruffled the shepherdess's broken hair. The wind stopped and the night was quiet. Only the moonlight washed the vast grassland.

Zhao Chuanxin must let all the students of Juanwang Technical College know that there is money to be made by doing research and development. The more research and development, the more money you will make. Zhao Chuanxin wants them to learn with retaliation.

After the song ends, the sound of the piano suddenly stops, making people feel lost, as if the beautiful scenery of the grassland is gradually fading away.

But he provided Tongsheng Jin Shaoguo to add to the fun.

The internal combustion engine at this time had a rough structure and simple principle. It is said that Ford's founder, Ford Henry, invented an internal combustion engine by himself when he was 15 years old.

Rejected by Zhao Chuanxin.

"I've never seen a grassland."

Someone asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Principal, what are the bitter cold places outside the Great Wall?"

Everyone laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and took out his guitar: "The grassland beyond the Great Wall is beautiful, and there are songs to prove it."

The teaching force is constantly increasing. Even if Zhao Chuanxin has no money, he has to come first. Moreover, because Zhao Chuanxin is a shareholder of Hanyang Iron Works, the engineers inside have to give Zhao Chuanxin face to teach from time to time.

Actually, eldest brother, don’t laugh at your second brother.

Zhao Chuanxin can afford to wait. One year is not enough for two years, two years is not enough for three years. After five years of accumulation, if he can build a qualified car, it will be considered a success.

Later, he simply resigned and established a car company with his friends.

"I've been there, and it was as shocking as seeing the sea for the first time, but after an hour there was nothing new. The smell of cow and horse manure was everywhere, and even the food smelled like that."

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching several tables of people drinking and drinking.

"vomit……"

This money must be given, and must be cashed in as soon as possible.

When the dishes were all served, Liu Huaqiang went to the kitchen to ask Zhao Chuanxin to eat.

Especially for students who are not engaged in production.

At first they couldn't let go, but after noticing that Zhao Chuanxin remained silent and after eating two ounces of yellow soup, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

After a while, blue sky and white clouds appeared again. Just looking at the clouds can make me stunned for a long time. Although there are herds of cattle, horses and alpacas, people do not ride them. Instead, they run on the grassland with two legs, and their horseshoe-sleeved robes flutter in the wind. , you won’t fall down even if you close your eyes, because everywhere you go is flat and flat...

In the South, people still eat undigested tripe. Those who are lucky enough to eat it want their friends to try it too.

"One more song, principal!"

The song goes: Wind passing through the wilderness, walk slower. I tell you in silence that I am drunk. Balhu Ti Linwu Desi, so sweaty, so sweaty, can't even hear the wind, can't hear...

"I really want to go horse racing on the grassland."

At the climax of the banquet, Zhao Chuanxin announced on the spot: "For all the students who participated in building car engines, the one who made the biggest contribution will be rewarded with 200 yuan, followed by 100 yuan, and the one with the smallest contribution will be rewarded with 30 yuan each."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but interrupt: "Then you may have really eaten cow dung. There is a lack of water in the area, and many herdsmen use cow dung to wash the dishes."

Even 30 ocean dollars is enough to catch up with the hardest working porter who has been carrying bags for three months. 200 ocean dollars is a huge sum of money.

"it is good!"

The environment created by Zhao Chuanxin for the students of Juanwang Technical College is not much worse than that of Henry Ford.

As he spoke, the chords sounded.

Some people couldn't help but exclaimed on the spot.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "This is the grassland beyond the Great Wall."

The most terrible thing is that Zhao Chuanxin simply donated his Rolls-Royce and dismantled it at will.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Chuanxin put away the guitar. He just didn't practice for a long time and needed to find the feeling from time to time: "This thing is just one song. If you sing too much, it will make people laugh."

Everyone started talking about the grassland.

The wine table gradually became quiet, and Zhao Chuanxin's deep singing voice filled the room.

It’s so strange that this song actually has a picture.

Future history books will record: Zhao Chuanxin is the number one person in China's automobile manufacturing industry...

Just listening to it makes me feel cool.

At this time, the banquet reached its climax.

Liu Huaqiang also drank too much. His face turned red and his neck became thick, and he shouted loudly: "At this time, please ask the principal to write a poem!"

The others followed suit.

Zhao was very happy that his goal of passing the salary was achieved, and he did not refuse. He stood up and took seven steps in the living room: "Yes."

Okay, okay, a poem can be made in seven steps, right?

""Qinyuanchun·Hankou".

In the cold autumn of Independence, the Han River goes eastward to the head of Tianxingzhou. See the mountains all red, the forests all dyed, the rivers full of green, and hundreds of boats competing in the current.

The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow, and the tens of thousands of frosts are free.

With a melancholy outline, I ask who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth. I traveled with hundreds of couples.

Recalling the past eventful years thick.

My classmates are young and in their prime.

The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Qiu!
Pointing the country, enthusiastic writing, the dung soil was ten thousand households back then.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat from flying? "

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back, and his alto was loud and full of momentum.

I blanch...

Everyone was numb.

The noise was a noise, they didn't expect Zhao Chuanxin to write any good poems.

After all, I had never heard of him, and no one thought that Zhao Chuanxian was a scholar.

Even Yuan Xiangcheng is unique only in his calligraphy skills.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was also a martial artist, was known for painting and singing, but few people had ever seen his paintings. His songs were good but easy to understand.

Poetry is another matter entirely.

The key is that the words are so well written and so powerful.

Reading it from Zhao Chuanxin's mouth was a completely different artistic conception.

It was as if he was standing on a high place, waving to the students and saying proudly: "Students, how many local tyrants and evil gentry are there now? Let's go ahead and do it. China will still look at you in the future!"

It really seems that from the perspective of the principal, he has high hopes and affirmation for all the students.

The whole poem has a broad realm, magnificent momentum, magnificent pictures, and heroic spirit, which coincides with Zhao Chuanxin's temperament and past deeds.

It is very credible to say that this word was said by him impromptuly.

"Good words. Throughout the entire Qing Dynasty, I have never seen such magnificent words!"

"Haha, it's not just the Qing Dynasty, it's not the same as the previous ones."

"Magnificent words should match the magnificent world!"

From ancient times to the present, Xiaojiazi was very angry when he wrote scenes in many issues.

Just like: the autumn wind and autumn rain are sad and sad, and sitting alone in the cold night is like a pounding heart.

Only this one is different.

The lyricist, with this poem, can compare with any great poets of the bold style in ancient times.

Numb, totally numb. Liu Huaqiang stood up suddenly: "No, I have to find paper and pen to write it down. My memory is not good. Does anyone remember it?"

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Oh, it was improvised and then forgotten after reciting it. What a pity."

Someone hesitated and said, "I just listened and only remembered one paragraph."

Zhao Chuanxin was embarrassed and coughed and said: "Okay, okay, let's entertain ourselves and don't spread the word. This is not good. It's too public and high-profile."

In fact, he just wanted to show off, but these greedy and greedy dogs actually wanted to record it, so what's the point? This would make Zhao Chuanxin feel guilty for having plagiarized something great.

Everyone: "..."

If you want to talk about showing off, you have to be the principal.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that Liu Huaqiang was still clamoring to find paper and pen, in order to destroy their short-term memory, he hurriedly said: "Come on, come on, it happens to be dark tonight, let me tell you an interesting little story."

When Liu Huaqiang heard this, he quickly moved the small bench and waited for the principal to continue showing off.

But Zhao Chuanxin said: "It was night, everything was quiet, and a scholar was reading at night in the dilapidated Lanruo Temple with a candle. Suddenly, the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed and rustled, and a graceful woman in white danced with a gauze Arriving in the air..."

Someone interrupted Zhao Chuanxin: "Principal, are you talking about the story in "Liao Zhai"?"

"Ahem..." Zhao Chuanxin said seriously: "Don't interrupt, I'm sure you haven't heard it."

"Oh!"

It can be said that "A Chinese Ghost Story" is one of Zhao Chuanxin's favorite movies, and he doesn't know how many times he has watched it.

A few months later, or a year later, he would watch it again and still enjoy it.

He can even memorize the director's camera skills and every montage.

"In a trance, the scholar was completely selfless and unable to extricate himself. He couldn't help the woman's teasing and approached him by the candlelight. The lantern was soaked in water and went out with a pop. At this time..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked the vocal organs to deliberately make the sound distant and spacious, and the atmosphere was perfectly rendered.

When he said that the lantern went out, he also used his secondary limb to turn off the light in the living room, and there was a sudden exclamation of surprise.

The street lights outside were yellow and dim. When they came in, they were already very bleak. The reflections on everyone's faces looked eerie and dreamlike.

Many people present have watched "Liao Zhai", but Zhao Chuanxin's story is indeed specious, which makes it more attractive and makes people want to know the follow-up development.

Zhao Chuanxin is also very good at telling stories. He described the first scene in a beautiful and spooky way. The image of Nie Xiaoqian only has her body and hair, not her face. Instead, she is a girl under her hair that was blown up by the wind. The eyes are very beautiful, but I don’t know how to be beautiful.

In fact, the filming of this story has far surpassed the original work.

Zhao Chuanxin tells the story according to the rhythm of the movie, and there is no problem at all. On the contrary, it is more attractive.

Because there were images in his mind, Zhao Chuanxin later described Ning Caichen's appearance in great detail, how dull and bookish he was.

The scholar as the protagonist gave these students a sense of immersion, and they gradually became fascinated and unable to extricate themselves.

And Nie Xiaoqian, who is naturally carved and has no sense of distance but is breathtakingly beautiful, also made everyone feel itchy.

When the scholar appeared, Zhao Chuanxin also played a piece of "A Chinese Ghost Story" in the dark. The sound of playing the piano was like a pipa, which was attractive. The guitar playing had a bit of a western style, which made people feel the apocalyptic feeling of seeing the yellow sand in their eyes. .

From the poignant and sad love to the joyful world where Yan Chixia appears later, everyone can find what they yearn for in this story.

And Zhao Chuanxin's soundtrack coexists with the storyline, like an uninterrupted, drum-like silent film-like sound, completely presenting the story's visual sense in the darkness.

Sure enough, everyone soon forgot about the previous poem and concentrated on listening to the story.

Zhao Chuanxin twitched the corner of his mouth: I can't cure you, little boy?

However, when the story was finished, everyone was still unsatisfied. Someone smashed the table with his fist: "Everyone, have you noticed that our principal is Yan Chixia!"

Liu Huaqiang was stunned for a moment, then immediately agreed: "That's right. The cunning innkeeper, the violent passers-by, the county magistrate who is blind to money, are not in line with our world, are they not the landlords and evil gentry who prey on the common people, greedy The overbearing and violent powers, as well as those corrupt officials who collect exorbitant taxes and fees under clever pretexts! Only our principal is the clear leader in troubled times. We are not afraid of violence and are happy with revenge. We will kill them all!"

"The principal is mighty. Principal, please tell me what happened next?"

"Haha..." Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that you guys can really talk nonsense, but it is me you are talking about. I am such a heroic person who serves the country and the people.

He suddenly felt that in this era, a powerful story was far more lethal than he imagined.

So he said: "When you complete the next stage of research and development, I will tell you about the sequel."

There was a cry.

There's nothing worse than whetting your appetite.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that. He went over and turned on the lights again, just like turning on the lights in a movie theater: "Okay, that's it for today. I'm going to bed. You guys pack up and get out."

When everyone went downstairs, Liu Huaqiang remembered something and asked: "Hey... I have almost forgotten the lyrics written by the principal. Do any of you still remember it?"

"Uh... I remember a saying, if the scholar is angry, he will scold Fang Qiu."

"Uh... I also remember a saying, if you go east of the Han River, you will end at Tianxingzhou, just because I have been to Tianxingzhou on the side of Hankou..."

Liu Huaqiang said as he went downstairs: "Go back and write down everything you remember. Let's put it together and maybe we can put together a poem."

Someone said: "The story is so good that it makes people want to put it down. The principal once said that there will be a sequel, and everyone worked hard to get the principal to continue the story."

"Yes, yes, I want to see if Nie Xiaoqian reincarnates and where she will reincarnate. What will Ning Caichen do if she can't settle the account after she returns?"

"I want to know what happened to Yan Chixia. Did she return to Lanruo Temple, or return to the world to beat the great powers like a principal!"

"You are so stupid, really. How could there be any great powers at that time?"

"Why not? In my opinion, the story happened at this time..."

……

Zhao Chuanxin didn't sleep.

He took off his mask and threw it on the bedside table.

Open the "Code of Old Gods" and refresh today's copy.

[Dudu got into trouble again. He went to the market to play and knocked over a jar of fragrant wine sold by a merchant on the street. It contained two hundred balls of fragrant wine. I had to pay him 20 silver coins. 】

[The craftsman was very angry and wanted to beat Dudu, but I stopped him. 】

[Dudu was afraid of the craftsmen and said to me: Fearless Pioneer, you should be nice to me. How about I marry you when I grow up? 】

【I:……】

[Looking at Dudu’s furry face and body, it’s really dumbfounding. 】

[I said: Be careful in the future. It’s okay to pay for it. Don’t ask anyone to beat you. If you encounter something, report my name. 】

[Now I am somewhat famous in Rune City. 】

[Dudu nodded and said to me: Fearless Pioneer, I saw the craftsman with black hair all over his body that day, and he could still walk on the roof of the shed. 】

[The Craftsman is from the sea wolf clan, and is far less harmless than he looks on the outside. After his transformation, his speed and strength will increase dramatically. Perhaps this is why they were able to escape with the forest elf scouts, brothers and sisters when they were hunted by the Desert Emperor. . 】

[Dudu happily said to me again: Fearless Pioneer, there were several large caravans arriving at Rune City at the same time by chance. The city was very lively. I knocked over someone else’s wine jar while avoiding a giant beetle. You Do you want to hang out with me? 】

Zhao Chuanxin's heart moved.

He thought of the war predicted by the man in gray robe, and of the refugees in the sweat-stained den next door.

How can there be so many coincidences in the world?

He wrote:

[I asked Dudu: Did these caravans separate after entering the city? Are they peddling goods? 】

[Dudu bit his finger and thought for a while and said: There are people selling goods, but they don't seem very active because of the hot weather. 】

[In the afternoon, some sand soldiers came to the Pioneer Partner Haven and bought a large amount of glass with a huge sum of money. 】

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt a sense of urgency that a storm was coming.

He wrote:

[I said to Dudu: Something bad is going to happen recently. Please stop going out to play and call back the brother and sister next door. 】

[When the brothers and sisters come back, I will ask everyone to be ready to fight at any time. 】

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Code".

He asked Xingyue: "Do you think, if there is a fight, who will win between the desert emperor and the rebels?"

Xingyue did not come to a conclusion: the Desert Emperor's rule was as precarious as the Qing court. Rebels emerged one after another and suffered repeated defeats. How long do you think the Qing Dynasty, which was in a similar situation, could last?
"You bitch, you've learned to ask me questions now, haven't you?" Zhao Chuanxin said dissatisfied: "To tell the truth, have you developed self-awareness?"

Xingyue denied it: not really.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned on the bed and pondered for a while: "Do you think it will be good or bad for us if we start a fight?"

Xingyue did not lie this time: behind the rebels there were shadows of the mirage and the dazzling oasis. The Lord of the Void Realm once said that the Haishi Void Realm will fight the Desert Emperor until the last rebel. The war between the rebels and the Desert Emperor is beneficial to the Haishixu Realm. Their funding for the rebels can be understood as export to domestic sales. The war will bring large orders to the interest groups composed of the lord of the virtual realm, the giants of justice, gem merchants, weapons dealers, traveling merchants, etc. In this interest complex, many natural science academicians from the Brilliant Oasis also have a place. In addition, the Brilliant Oasis is also worried about the loss of lips and teeth, and is worried that the Desert Emperor's family will invade them after becoming dominant. If you want to make a war fortune, you can hoard gems, but you don't have the capital now. You can also sell thermal weapons to the rebels, but the emergence of thermal weapons will break the balance of power in the Cursed Desert, which is detrimental to your personal safety. My suggestion is to wait until the copper eyes are shipped to the United States and quickly transport the black soil to the desert for farming. The war will bring massive orders for precious medicinal materials. By the way, there are true seeing crystals that were damaged in the war. We can steal some from corners where the Desert Emperor cannot spy. Nowadays, there is a serious shortage of copper eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his glasses, slid down, and covered himself with the quilt: "Go to sleep!"

However, Xingyue did not continue to tinker with the pieces of No. 13 ball, but instead worked hard to make weapons in the living room...

(End of this chapter)