mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 968 The old thief targets the woman’s wallet

Moreover, one singularity axiom can develop two runes or even more.

No wonder everyone says the mirage realm is so powerful.

The elf scout went to the virtual world of Mirage City. I wonder if he has made any name for himself now.

[I told the story to the craftsman, the brothers and sisters, and Dudu.]

[The craftsman is not without worry: If it is true as the old emperor said, humanity will face a huge disaster, and our pioneer partner Safe Haven should also make some preparations. ]

【But I can’t think of any other way to prepare.】

Zhao Chuanxin thought in a flash.

If the end of the world really comes and the fate of mankind becomes a community, Zhao Chuanxin should save the nation both for personal and public reasons.

He made a decision silently.

He wants to slightly change the direction of the technology tree in the world of "Code of the Old Gods".

He wants to make a gun.

If nothing happened, that would be great. Zhao Chuanxin happily accepted the guns.

If the situation really becomes critical, Zhao Chuanxin will... sell his gun.

After closing the "Code of the Old Gods", Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the underground fortress.

At this time, Aguilera Ida had just woken up.

Seeing that he was going to eat the dry corn cakes left over from last night to fill his stomach, Zhao Chuanxin said, "You can have dinner with me this morning."

Aguilera Ida: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the fermented dough and taught Ajure Ida how to knead the dough, make stuffing, and make dumplings.

Chicken breast, oyster sauce, starch, Orleans powder made from sweet pepper powder, onion powder, garlic powder, five-spice powder, salt, sugar, and chicken powder, plus light soy sauce, sesame oil and other condiments to make the filling.

A pot full of buns came out of the oven, the New Orleans-style chicken buns made Aguille Ida salivate.

This thing is hard to resist for both Chinese and foreigners, even dogs can't refuse it.

Aguire Ida's mouth was full of oil: "It's delicious, I love it, I hope no one will disturb me when I enjoy the food..."

Zhao Chuanxin felt nervous.

DuangDuangDuang…

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Constantine, are you home?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Agulay Ida.

Aguilera Ida had an innocent look on his face and he stood up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a man with moles on his face, about forty years old.

On his elbow he carried a basket containing two one-quart bottles of pure white wine, a few pieces of the edible cactus called biada, and some American mints.

"Haha, Aguerre, is that you?" The person who came was Miguel Esteban. "I'm here to see Mr. Constantine. Wow, it smells so good."

While Aguilera Ida was opening the door, Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the last two chicken buns into his mouth and then stood up: "You looking for me?"

Miguel Esteban stood outside the door at a loss, and looked at Zhao Chuanxin, feeling a little embarrassed to speak: "Mr. Constantine, I came to see you..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "You came so soon, but why did you bring any gifts? Now that you have seen me, you can put your things down and leave."

Miguel Esteban: "..."

Aguilera Ida savored the taste of the New Orleans-style chicken buns and asked, "Miguel, what brings you here?"

Miguel Esteban still held the basket tightly but did not put it down.

How can things be kept if their purpose is not achieved?
He is so petty that he won't release the eagle until he sees the rabbit.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Constantine, I have something to ask you."

Zhao Chuanxin has no relatives here, and only that fool Justino comes to offer warmth and warmth for the sake of a sense of identity.

But how many fools are there like that?

He expected that the person who came was either looking for trouble or had a request to make.

Zhao Chuanxin's expression suddenly changed: "What did I do to make you disrespect me so much? You don't even want to call me Master... You don't want to call me Don John Constantine!"

"Oh this..." Miguel Esteban thought, is that just a casual name for Don? But he did ask for something: "Don John Constantine, please help me."

"Oh, is that so?" Zhao Chuanxin looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Yes, yes." Miguel Esteban nodded repeatedly.

"If it's about postpartum care for sows, lambs for sheep, or chickens not laying eggs...if it's about these things, just tell me." Zhao Chuanxin was very generous, but added at the end: "I don't understand anyway."

Miguel Esteban: "..."

At this time, Aguirre Ida looked at Miguel Esteban with a suspicious look: "Miguel, you are not here for your family's land, are you?"

Miguel Esteban: "Yes, Urquidi Gómez's men have cornered me. Don John Constantine, please help me, for God's sake."

"What? For God's sake? I never give him face. Please go back."

"..." Miguel Esteban started to complain: "Don John Constantine, look, this is the Burquerque Tequila I brewed myself. I have two ancestral fields, one for growing agave for brewing wine, and one for growing corn. These two plots of land are my livelihood. But Camilo Torric took a fancy to the land and sent Urquidi Gómez and his men to force me to sell it. You know that it takes many years for agave to mature, and it's not ripe yet. If I sell it, how can I live?"

Agave takes 8-25 years to grow and mature, and once it is ripe it can only be harvested once.

Zhao Chuanxin was about to refuse.

He stopped talking: "Can you make wine? Open the wine and let me taste it."

Miguel Esteban hesitated.

It seemed that he was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would not do anything after drinking.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and pulled the cork out.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed it and saw that the wine was milky white and smelled slightly sour. It was fermented wine.

What is popular now is distilled liquor.

Zhao Chuanxin looked in the basket and saw another bottle of light straw yellow distilled liquor. He opened it and smelled it without hesitation.

Then drink distilled wine first, then fermented wine.

Miguel Esteban opened his mouth but said nothing.

This is the traditional method of making wine by fermenting first and then distilling the fermented juice.

The taste is very smooth, with a light oak flavor and a little sweetness, somewhat like the flavor of tropical fruits.

interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin corked the bottle, put it back in the basket, and asked, "Miguel, did you make this wine?"

"Yes, Don John Constantine, this is a craft passed down from our ancestors."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to care at first.

Not to mention abroad, even in China, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

There is no landlord yet, really.

Even in later generations, there were still many "landlords".

But there are two points. First, he has already started a killing spree here. Killing one person is killing, and killing a group of people is also killing.

Secondly, he is now very interested in wine and needs a winemaker. He also wants to develop some industry in Mexico to earn some cash.

"Tell me, who is the one who is causing trouble for you? When will he come next time?"

When Miguel Esteban heard this, he thought, is there any hope?
He hastened to say, "Don John Constantine, one of Urquidi Gomez's men, Salvador Humberto, a strong and brute man, with great strength of wrist, who once broke a bull's horn with his bare hands."

Breaking off a bull's horn with bare hands?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows.

If it was a whole horn that had been removed, he wouldn't dare to brag about it.

Miguel Esteban said with a sad face: "Salvador raped my wife, broke one of my child's ribs, and threatened to kill me next time. Maybe he will come to my house later."

Although they were in a foreign land, this kind of person who was bad to the core made Zhao Chuanxin somewhat tempted to win people over with virtue.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a copper eye and gave it to Miguel Esteban: "Put this on the wall of your house. Whenever Salvador comes, you can shout - Come and fight me if you dare. Then you will be saved."

Miguel Esteban had a lot of question marks in his mind.

Aguilera Ida pursed his lips, trying hard to hide the urge to laugh.

Miguel Esteban said angrily, "Don John Constantine, I have shown my respect to you, why are you playing tricks on me like this?"

"Who the hell is playing a trick on you? Do I have nothing to do?" Zhao Chuanxin cursed impatiently, "If you want to live, just say this. Okay, stop nagging and go back quickly. If you're too late, your wife and children will be beaten to death."

Miguel Esteban felt like he had been tricked.

But human hearts are strange.

Even though he felt there was a high chance he was being tricked, he still held on to a glimmer of hope as he took the Bronze Eye and turned to leave.

Anyway, the wine has already been drunk.

He returned home, thought about it, and placed the bronze eye on the wall.

Then he went into the house in frustration.

His wife asked, "How is it?"

"Oh, don't mention it. It's really unlucky to be cheated of wine and candy."

"They say that outsiders are rich, would he cheat you out of two bottles of wine?"

"Only God knows what kind of man he really is."

Just as he finished speaking, Salvador Humberto's hoarse voice came from outside the gate: "Miguel, I'm here to collect the land."

Miguel Esteban and his wife's faces changed drastically.

"Oops!"

The first thought of the two was to escape.

But people can escape, but the land cannot be taken away.

Still has to go out and face Salvador Humberto.

Miguel Esteban plucked up his courage and went out tremblingly.

His wife followed him without leaving him.

Salvador Humberto is a big and strong man, with particularly strong forearms. When he rolls up his sleeves, his muscles look like strips.

He carried a gun on his back and had a machete on his waist. He glanced at Miguel Esteban's wife with a lustful look: "Hey, we had some good memories. Did you tell your husband that you didn't resist much at that time?" Miguel Esteban's face turned green when he heard this. He looked back at his wife suspiciously, and his face turned from green to black when he saw her reaction.

"I didn't, he was lying," Miguel Esteban's wife defended.

Salvador Humberto walked towards the two men with a grim smile: "Today, you only have two choices, either die or sell the land!"

Miguel Esteban was devastated.

The morning sun, reflecting off the bronze eye in the wall, caught Miguel Esteban's eyes.

He was stunned.

Suddenly I remembered something.

He hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind and shouted, "Come and hit me if you dare?"

His wife was stunned and looked at him in disbelief.

"It's over. Nothing has happened yet, but one of them has gone crazy!"

Salvador Humberto paused, and the flesh on his face trembled: "Say it again?"

Miguel Esteban was trembling, but he stretched his neck, looked determined, and shouted loudly: "Come and hit me if you dare?"

"Damn it, since you asked for this, even God won't forgive me if I don't beat you." Salvador Humberto felt this was a provocation.

He drew out his scimitar and came forward aggressively.

He had raised the knife.

Miguel Esteban froze in fear.

At this moment, Salvador Humberto's wrist was pinched, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't swing the machete in his hand.

He turned around in surprise and saw the stranger grinning at him: "Your wrist is so strong, I can't hold it anymore!"

Salvador Humberto was indeed known for his arm strength.

Unconvinced, he exerted more strength...

Not moving.

He cursed, "Damn it, let go, I'll kill you too for meddling in other people's business!"

Zhao Chuanxin still smiled playfully and said, "You are so strong, I can hardly hold on to you."

"I..." Salvador Humberto used all his strength, his wrists turned white, and Zhao Chuanxin's pinching made his blood flow to the bone.

But it remained motionless.

Miguel Esteban was stunned.

Salvador Humberto tried to reach for the knife with his other hand.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin exerted force and bent backwards.

Click.

"Well……"

Before Salvador Humberto could scream, Zhao Chuanxin put a rag in his mouth.

Salvador Humberto was very strong and he was able to raise his other fist and punch Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and easily grasped Salvador Humberto's fist.

Stick your head up!
Click!

"Well……"

Zhao Chuanxin punched him in the ribs.

clack clack...

This punch broke several of his ribs.

"Well……"

Zhao Chuanxin loosened his grip, walked around to Salvador Humberto, and punched him three times in the neck.

bang bang bang.

After three punches, the larynx, hyoid bone, tracheal cartilage, thyroid cartilage, cricoid cartilage... everything that could be broken was broken!
The trachea, esophagus, and arteries were all ruptured.

Salvador Humberto knelt on the ground, covering his neck, with blood foam constantly coming out of the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him, went to the wall and took back the bronze eye.

Miguel Esteban and his wife opened their mouths wide.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said, "You can deal with the things on the body yourselves. You can go to Ecatlan Village to find a gambling house for the stolen goods. The middlemen there have recycling business. I only kill, not bury. Miguel, remember, you owe me a favor."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and walked out of the yard.

The couple was left behind, looking at their neighbors with a guilty conscience.

Miguel Esteban then came to Salvador Humberto, who was not yet dead, and said tremblingly, "Please die soon, and don't scream. I beg you to die before I dare to bury you..."

Salvador Humberto stared at him with distracted eyes, blood continuing to flow from the corners of his mouth. He was no longer arrogant and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to ask someone for help. That hand was in the direction of Miguel Esteban's wife.

So Miguel Esteban's face turned black again.

He was filled with rage and went back to the house to get a slaughter knife, and stabbed Salvador Humberto in the chest!
……

It was already late when Zhao Chuanxin returned home.

But Rebecca Levy had been waiting for him.

Before Zhao Chuanxin's excitement for killing had worn off, Rebecca Levi learned a profound lesson.

It was a kind of intense, perpetual motion-like punishment.

A loud drum needs a heavy hammer!
Previously, Zhao Chuanxin was in poor physical condition due to the influence of his new star-level metabolism, and he always gave people the feeling of holding Doran's Blade to kill the soldiers with low health, which involved a certain degree of skill.

This time, he can withstand the endless penetration of the berserker and increase his blood volume.

Unlimited firepower.

Rebecca Levy was obedient.

……

The next morning, Rebecca Levy was almost late for work, a rare occurrence.

It was Tang Qunying who knocked on the door to wake her up.

Seeing that she was walking unnaturally and her face and lips were slightly pale, Tang Qunying frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Rebecca Levy said with a guilty conscience: "I'm fine, I have no problem, I'm not weak at all."

Tang Qunying: "..."

If you say more, it will be more convincing.

When Rebecca Levy got up, Zhao Chuanxin was gone.

Zhao Chuanxin's new star metabolism has almost recovered and he has returned to his energetic state.

I got up early, washed up and went out to practice a whole set of balancing techniques, and also practiced the basic skills of swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, Hundunjue's inner and outer wings and wing membranes were burned to ashes. Zhao Chuanxin had just overcome his fear of heights. In the future, ordinary people would not be able to afford wing suit flying without the sponsorship of Red Bull.

Of course, whether ordinary people dare to play this sport with an extremely low survival rate is another matter.

He went to Lubinfu, ate some cheese buns, and drank some milk tea, then he felt refreshed and full of energy.

He quickly went to the government office and completed the backlog of official business before everyone came to work.

"Good morning, sir."

"Your Excellency is very energetic."

"Your Excellency is still strong despite your age."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Get lost."

When they arrived, Zhao Chuanxin had just finished his work and was leaving the government office.

He teleported to the white house and asked the upgraded digging puppet to dig and cut the hill to the north of the white house, making it steeper. When the slope was so steep that ordinary people could not climb up, he built a glass roof on the top of the mountain.

This is connected to the underground fortress of the White House.

Xingyue manipulated the black puppet craftsman to conduct experiments with the soul rotor and soul stator, while Zhao Chuanxin used a mortar to grind dried cochineal insects.

In this era, most things are purely natural, and technology and hard work are of high value.

He ground the cochineal, sifted it with a high-mesh sieve, poured it into a beaker, added water and boiled it.

Chop the beeswax, boil the cochineal, heat the olive oil and stir thoroughly.

A cylindrical mould is formed on a piece of gun steel and the liquid mixture is poured into it.

Zhao Chuanxin made a lipstick holder with a diameter that matched the mold, and carved out the threads with a magic knife.

The base below is made of wood, and Zhao Chuanxin did micro-carving on it.

The patterns he carved were strange, some resembled plants, some resembled animals, but were very abstract.

These are actually taken from various utensils and silk fabric patterns in ancient times and were luxury items at the time.

Because Miao Cuihua was starting a business, Zhao Chuanxin left her several design drafts when he left Lugang Town. In order to help Miao Cuihua design clothes, Zhao Chuanxin read a lot of ancient documents.

The "Jijiupian" of the Western Han Dynasty recorded: "The brocade flags and the cloud wine cups, the bells and the cave music are suspended in the wind, the leopard head falls, the wild rabbit and the two cranes, the spring grass and the chicken wings are washed by the duck, half of them are turmeric and half of them are yellow and white..."

Lao Zhao's artistic attainments have made great progress in recent years.

It was mainly the collision of experiences from two time and space that made sparks of inspiration fly in his head.

Zhao Chuanxin eliminated complexity for simplicity and applied traditional art in contemporary context. As the saying goes - half of the palace can be seen, then the distant water is clear, the green smoke is just beginning to gather, and the slightly yellow leaves have not yet grown.

On a lipstick, you can see the morning and evening, the daily necessities of life, laughter and fireworks, tranquility, agility, purity, softness and simplicity.

After the lipstick in the mold solidifies, Zhao Chuanxin calmly but forcefully puts it on the base and rotates it, causing the lipstick to rise and sink.

Although lipstick has existed since ancient times, this kind of metal tube lipstick was not available until several years later, and its exquisiteness would never exceed that of the ones made by Zhao Chuanxin. These lipsticks can even compete with later styles.

At this time, Xingyue wrote a line on his glasses: The essence that the natural scientists of Brilliant Oasis can extract has rich and diverse flavors and distinct layers. I think it would be better if you add essence to it.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "You understand women, but only half of them. Release the basic models first, then the new models, so that the new models can be sold at a high price."

Xingyue:......

This old thief is probably going to take the woman's purse.

Then Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue discussed how to build a weapons assembly line in the Pioneer Partner Safe Haven.

(End of this chapter)