mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 900: Just a fatal injury
It is said that only an agricultural society with a large enough scale can use writing technology to record and pass on knowledge as much as possible, including but not limited to practical information.

This led to a more complete division of labor in society and eventually led to the industrial age.

During the invasion and colonization process brought about by the Western Industrial Revolution, nomads were often at a disadvantage.

In the past, agricultural societies were full of fear of nomads. They invaded capriciously due to various reasons such as climate.

In modern times, guns and guns, which are closely linked to industry, have allowed nomads to return to singing and dancing.

Before Cixi's death, she "squeezed out" a Lubin Mansion to house Zhao Chuanxin in a bitterly cold place, but she did not take into account the inland port factor of Lubin Mansion.

Zhao Chuanxian's business here is becoming more and more lively.

Even in the dead of winter, there are still crowds of people outside the Guanwu Bureau.

There are Han people, banner people, and Russians.

There are also sober Russians who don't like to soak in alcohol and numb themselves in the cold weather. These people are very active and can see business opportunities in Lubinfu's series of victories.

The sound of eating potatoes came and went.

Zhao Chuanxin started boiling water.

At this time, Yao Bing's prestige was revealed.

Although it is cold now, there is not much time left until spring, and smart people have already begun to make plans in advance.

Cao Zhengxing cut the potatoes into pieces with a kitchen knife in a leisurely manner, while Zhao Chuanxin emphasized the posture and essentials of cutting the potatoes.

Kudriyas took a bite of the noodles and swallowed them with a few mouthfuls of hissing, ignoring the fact that it burned his mouth.

"Doubao, why don't you go to your master's house and wake him up."

When the water is gone, heat the iron plate, melt the butter, heat it and fry the potato pieces over low heat.

He quietly used Lord Runzhi's greeting and the Old God's Crucible brand.

Kudriyash scratched his head: "I come from the north, I don't know where I come from."

Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive.

A group of snot-nosed kids listened and watched attentively. Anything they could do with their hands was far more interesting than studying in the classroom.

Zhao Chuanxin gave them a special small shovel with a wooden handle. The shovel was flipped flexibly. When the potato pieces were browned, he added cumin powder, five-spice powder, pepper powder, chili powder, sugar, vinegar, chopped green onion...

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pot of peeled potatoes: "From now on, potatoes must be peeled at home first."

Yao Bing said: "Kudriyash, you eat first this time."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes and asked him: "You are celebrating Christmas, right?"

"You guys came quite early."

Yao Bing and a group of other snot-nosed kids couldn't help but feel anxious as they looked at the various people coming in and out of the official goods bureau.

As for whether they would cut off their fingers or something, Zhao Chuanxian didn't even think about it.

"Master, we have been here for a while. The stove for roasting sweet potatoes has been removed, so we have nothing to do." Yao Bing looked at Zhao Chuanxin longingly.

After sharing a circle, the noodles were gone, and Yao Bing just took a sip of the soup.

Among the beasts, the one with priority in sharing food is the leader.

These days, there are so many people missing arms and legs. What does it mean to lose a finger?
Zhao Chuanxin only told the story once, soaked the potato pieces to remove the powder, then boiled them in the pot for a few minutes, took them out and used a strainer to control the water.

"Where are you from?"

This thing has always been attractive to children.

But people may do the opposite. Yao Bing always gives to others first.

But he was destined not to take a second bite.

But no matter what, these people have to go through the official goods bureau to achieve their goals.

Only the bannermen, who occupy the geographical advantage of being near the water and the terraces, still guard the pasture and only want to graze cattle and sheep.

"Why haven't you come yet, Lord Magistrate?"

Zhao Chuanxin brought them several wooden plates and bamboo skewers: "Put them in and eat."

Not to mention the Han people who can always smell meat like wolves.

"Prefect, my name is Kudriyash."

A group of snot-nosed babies began to swallow their saliva wildly.

He is the distributor, and all snot-nosed children obey unconditionally.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the yellow-haired boy: "What is your name?"

It's still early? It's time to have lunch later.

He secretly heated it with the Old God's crucible brand, and the water quickly boiled. Add the soft beef stewed by Nina to the pot, the finished fried bread, the seasoned butter and a packet of powder. The aroma of beef noodles spreads.

Snotlout suddenly became commotion.

Zhao Chuanxin arrived late, yawning.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that there was a yellow-haired boy in the team.

"Yes, Lord Prefect, we start celebrating on January 1th, just like New Year's Eve."

"Huh? Why isn't it December 12th?"

"This...is January 1th every year."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned. Doesn’t Christmas in Tsarist Russia and Westerners just happen on the same day?

Immediately I remembered that they believed in Orthodox Christianity, while the West believed in Christianity and Catholicism. Maybe they were really different.

Calculating the time, he happened to go abroad at that time.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was filled with regret.

He likes to join in the fun the most.

He said: "Doubao, if I let you go on stage to sing on Christmas Day, will you lose your temper?"

Before Yao Bing could speak, Kudriyashi volunteered: "Prefect, I can sing."

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin looked at Yao Bing and others at a loss, but Kudriya was in high spirits: "You sing one and I will listen."

Kudriyash cleared his throat, then deliberately spoke in a rough voice, startling the entire audience as soon as he spoke.

Zhao Chuanxin's Russian is not up to par and I can't understand it, but this guy's singing is both skillful and emotional. Even without musical instruments, people can still feel the shock and majesty of the strong national color. momentum.

That is the characteristic of Tsarist Russian opera.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly put on his glasses, and Xingyue Xingyue translated in a timely manner.

Kudryash sang a story called "Rulans and Lyudmila".

It is an opera adapted from Pushkin's work of the same name by the Tsarist Russian composer Mikhail Ivanovich Glinka in the last century.

It is about a soldier named Ruslan who is having a wedding with the princess Lyudmila.

Suddenly a monster appeared, and the officials were at a loss what to do, so the king sent his son-in-law and three other soldiers to team up to rescue the princess.

To save the princess, you need to clear several dungeons. Some of these dungeons are about fighting monsters, and some are all kinds of temptations and bewitchments.

Soldier A was very reckless and always started groups blindly. He fell into the water and died when fighting monsters in the first copy.

Soldier B failed to prevent himself from being addicted. He was lost in female sex and could not get out.

Soldier C was very timid and ran home after being yelled at twice.

Only Prince Consort Rulansi succeeded in pushing down the tower and breaking the crystal, and finally killed the boss in the spring and saved the princess.

However, when the two returned to the castle, the timid soldier C turned out to be an old Yinbi. He hid in the grass, appeared unexpectedly and killed Rulans, and went back to tell the king that he had saved the princess.

Of course there is a small BUG here...

At this time, a great mage appeared, resurrected Ruslan, exposed Soldier B's lies, and everyone ended happily.

In Tsarist Russia, Mikhail Ivanovich Glinka's works were not very popular among the aristocracy.

Because it is basically the common people who are in the limelight, while the ruling class is helpless like waste at every turn.

The people praised Mikhail Ivanovich Glinka, but the rulers and nobles despised him.

When Kudriyas finished singing, the other snot-nosed kids looked at him stupidly, as if to express: Oops, they were controlled by the voice.

Only Zhao Chuanxin applauded: "Oh, it's really good. I didn't expect that you already have three of my musical talents."

Kudriyash asked in surprise: "Prefect, can you also sing?"

"Well... the jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng. I am very familiar with playing, pulling, playing and pushing."

Kudriyas was puzzled: Why is there still a push...

What instrument are you pushing?
I don’t know what to push. Anyway, every time Zhao Chuanxin pushes, there will always be a sound from the front. He is very ecstatic. He has been pushing frequently in the past two days.

After hanging out with these snot-nosed kids for a while, Zhao Chuanxin asked Kudriyas to perform on January 1 and then returned to the government office.

At the gate of the government office, Zhao Chuanxin saw little Ling'e wearing fur.

The loose fur looks a bit funny with little Ling'e's small head.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "Xiao Ling'e, why don't you stay in a warm room? Is it because you like the cold?"

"..." Xiao Ling'e smoothed her hair that was blown by the wind on her forehead: "Who likes the cold? I'm waiting for you."

This is a girl who is like pure gold. She is completely opposite to Rebecca Levi. She is strong on the outside but soft on the inside.

It's quirky and has a good idea.

Zhao Chuanxin blinked, and suddenly there was a camera in his hand: "Don't move, this angle is very good, I will take a picture for you. Don't hide, believe me, I am a professional in taking pictures."

Zhao Chuanxin is undoubtedly a photography master who carries a camera with him.

There was a blush on Xiao Ling'e's innocent face, and her voice suddenly became soft and gentle: "Sir, I didn't even cleanse my face this morning, so it's not easy to take pictures."

Click...

Zhao Chuanxin has finished filming.

"Ah..." Xiao Ling'e has obviously seen taking pictures before.

I haven't washed my face, but the new moon is still shining brightly, the flowers and trees are piled with snow, and my body is beautiful and refined.

Lao Zhao has a photo album containing the beauties he has seen in this era.

This photo album is to be passed down from generation to generation. He wants future generations to know that in this era, there are still beauties in China.

It’s just that really beautiful beauties usually don’t have the conditions to take photos.

It's just that the Qing royal family didn't pay attention to aesthetics, but only paid attention to political marriage. Little Ling'e didn't know that he would generally stay away from women who were included in Zhao Chuanxin's photo album.

Being captured by Zhao Chuanxin, Xiao Ling'e was ashamed and annoyed, but she didn't know what to do.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Not bad, not bad. Xiao Ling'e, there will be a stage in a while. Then how about you dance on stage and give the people of Lubin Mansion a little shock?"

Little Ling'e showed no stage fright: "If you want me to dance, I will."

This reminded Zhao Chuanxin of a little cousin he once had, who was also so generous, and he couldn't help but pinch her cheek.

Then he turned around and returned to the government office.

After he left, Xiao Ling'e stood at the door of the government office in a daze for a while, and then walked out.

Not far away, a nearby prodigal made a teasing comment: "Xiao Ling'e, you came to the Yamen again. Do you miss me? I will propose marriage to your Gezana General Office another day."

Xiao Ling'e's eyebrows stood up: "If you dare to come to the door, see if I don't hack you to death."

As he spoke, he pulled out the scimitar at his waist.

The prodigal shrank his neck, turned around and ran away.

……

The first thing Zhao Chuanxin does every day when he comes to work is make tea.

In the past, I was afraid of being poisoned, so I would do it myself.

But now I am not afraid, so Cui Fenghua will take care of this matter.

He must first drink a pot of Hefeng black tea with his legs crossed, and then smoke a cigarette before starting to do anything.

But Cui Fenghua took the tea leaves from the shelf and went out. After a while, it was Rebecca Levi who came in.

He had the cigarette between his fingers and almost smoked it.

Rebecca Levi came in expressionlessly, closed the door with her backhand, and locked it.

Zhao Chuanxin's heart skipped a beat: "What are you doing? Please don't lock the door in broad daylight."

Rebecca Levi said calmly: "Sir, it's your tea time, I remember."

Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly said: "You can just let it go. I have a secretary, so there is no need to waste Lubin Mansion's manpower."

"You work hard for the country and the people every day, and I don't trust others to serve you." While Rebecca Levi was speaking, she bent down to pour tea for Zhao Chuanxin. She was wearing a shirt tucked into trousers, with her back to Zhao Chuanxin. When she leaned over, her back was straight, so the curves of her hips and waist were a bit unforgiving. She glanced back at Zhao Chuanxin, and when she saw that Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were a little straight, she showed a faint smile: "Sir, I heard that smoking is addictive and harmful to the body."

Maybe other addictions are better than smoking.

Zhao Chuanxin came to his senses: "Is smoking addicted? I smoke two packs of cigarettes a day and I have never felt addicted."

Rebecca Levy: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin took the teacup she handed him, moved it back and said, "I hope your meticulous purpose is simpler."

"Sir, you have misunderstood me. I am not that kind of superficial woman." Rebecca Levi's face became serious again: "Okay, it's almost time, we should do business."

"Ah this..."

You didn't even bring any official documents with you today, and you stopped pretending. How many official duties did you do?

Fortunately, there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly got up and went to unbolt the door himself: "Come in quickly, is there something urgent?"

The person coming from outside is Yang Sangdaxi.

Yang Sandaxi looked at Zhao Chuanxin suspiciously, and then at Rebecca Levi, who was standing solemnly, wondering why the door was locked in broad daylight?

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, yes, I want you to set up a stage in the center of Lubin Mansion, wait for January 1th in the Western calendar, and find some people to perform to celebrate."

"Show it to Mao Zi? Why? If we don't drive them away, we are already being merciful." Yang Sangda said happily.

Zhao Chuanxin spoke earnestly: "The theaters in Tsarist Russia prohibit poor people and soldiers from entering. They look down on the people at the bottom. We do the opposite and win over people's hearts. This will be beneficial to our rule after occupying Tsarist Russia's territory. Come in and let's discuss it carefully." "

Rebecca Levi sighed softly: "Sir, it's okay. I'll go back to work."

"Ah, go ahead, go ahead. If you have anything to do, just send me a message. Don't delay the business." Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully.

This woman is a good helper at home and abroad. She can wash, cook, and clean Zhao Chuanxin's house. She can wash Zhao Chuanxin's face, hair, and shave...

She can put the center of the universe on Zhao Chuanxin.

But this was very difficult for Zhao Chuanxin.

When Rebecca Levi left the prefect's office, she clenched her fists and said, "You can escape the first grade of junior high, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade, huh!"

Zhao Chuanxin, who was talking to Yang Sangdaxi, trembled. Yang Sangdaxi asked: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Did you wet your pants or catch a cold?

Zhao Chuanxin patted his ears: "It's all my fault that I'm too smart, haha."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of paper from under the table and handed it to Yang Sangdaxi: "This is the complete plan. Just take it and follow it."

Yang Sangda happily took it. It was written in regular script. The spaces and line spacing were exactly the same, but it was written horizontally from left to right. It was indeed the style of the prefect.

It records how to set up a stage, how to cut down a Christmas tree, how to go to Sol-Lunbu to ask for reindeer and sleigh to decorate Santa Claus, etc.

No matter how big or small, everything is covered.

Yang Sangda asked curiously: "Sir, if it is so detailed, what else are we discussing?"

At most he is just an errand boy, that's too simple.

Zhao Chuanxin actually didn't discuss it with Xingyue. The above regulations were entirely Xingyue's own idea.

He bared his teeth and said: "This moment, that moment, okay, I don't have anything to do with you now, so you can get out."

Yang Sangdaxi got up depressed, took the charter and walked out.

In the evening, when he was leaving his job, Zhao Chuanxin handed Cui Fenghua a note and told him: "Give this to General Office Levi."

Cui Fenghua didn't dare to open it and hurried away.

Rebecca Levi read the note and it said: I have something to do, so I won’t reply tonight.

She started grinding her teeth.

……

Zhao Chuanxin returned to the wooden house and lay down comfortably.

The puppet slave squatted on the ground and washed his feet.

Zhao Chuanxin said to himself: "Oh, wash your face, wash your hair, wash your feet, shave and cut your hair. A slave can do all this, so why go back?"

After finishing speaking, he felt that these words were so familiar.

It seems that he heard a woman say something to a man before: You think you are good to me, but as long as I have money, hiring a nanny can do a better job than you.

It can be seen that licking dogs is worthless.

Although licking a dog has no value, it does have good looks and a good figure.

Zhao Chuanxin soaked his feet comfortably. He thought of something and felt a little itchy.

But you must hold it back and not be preoccupied with thinking about other things. Your body is important.

He opened the "Code of the Old Gods".

[Because there were some old, weak, sick and disabled people following us, we were traveling very slowly. 】

[I found that behind us, the female monk Hongdao was following us not far away. 】

[Not long after, the female monk from Hongdao caught up with hundreds of rebels. 】

[She asked me: I have a question. I saw you with your head and body missing that day. How did you come back to life? 】

【I don’t know how to answer. 】

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips, what's not to know about this?

He wrote:

[I smiled slightly and told her: That’s nothing, just a fatal injury. 】

[Female monk from Hongdao:...]

[The female monk from Hongdao asked me: Did you get a lot of treasures in the treasure house? 】

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and wrote:
[I said: I have never touched treasures. I am not interested in treasures, because the happiest time for me was when I was unarmed in the Shadow Forest in Middle-earth and was chased and beaten by nine tribes. 】

[Female monk from Hongdao:...]

[She turned around and left, returned to the rebel army and continued to follow, choosing not to talk to me again. 】

[They are watching us stay away from Rune City. 】

Soon, the stamina for the day was exhausted.

It seems that we will be on the road in the next few days.

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex" and thought for a moment, should he take a bath?

Forget it, why take a bath in the cold weather?

He took off his clothes and was about to lie down, but something felt wrong.

He looked down and found that the tattoo of the Kanaka war god Kuku on his body had become blurred.

I blanch...

Xingyue said: "Tattoos on your body are harmful to your immune system. Your immune cells resist the pigment, break it down and release it again. Your metabolism is too fast, reincarnation is accelerated, and the pigment is no longer able to fight against the immune system, and it will start to be spent. It will be metabolized later. The next time you drink the nutritional medicine, all the scars on your body will be healed. "

It’s not a problem that the tattoo disappears. The problem is how to explain it when you go to Hawaii?

In the next few days, Zhao Chuanxin was doing nothing all day long.

He went to sleep in a mountainside cabin every day and didn't come home until Christmas.

After all, Rebecca Levi was going to spend Christmas, and she couldn't be left alone.

At the same time, at the junction of Russia and South Korea, Wo Kuowei.

Nobuzumi Aoki is giving a speech to the Joint Tiger Hunting Team.

"You have been training together for a long time, and now it is a success. I have told you everything I know about Zhao Chuanxin. Lubin Mansion will set up a stage on January 1th to celebrate the Russian New Year and win over people. This When there is an important occasion, Zhao Chuanxin will definitely show up. There will be a lot of people in Lubin Mansion that day, so it’s the best time for us to take action!”

(End of this chapter)