mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 977: Prefect Zhao must be anxious
It seemed that everyone could relate to this tune, except the big landowners and the governor.

Seeing that the pistol team bodyguards seemed a little infatuated, the governor coughed twice in dissatisfaction.

"Cough cough..."

What is this thing called?

Can you be bought off by just one song?
The pistol team bodyguards woke up as if from a dream and immediately became alert.

This guy is really evil. Even his playing of the flute can make people lose their concentration.

Zhao Chuanxin felt his aura interrupted, and the feeling of success faded away. He immediately lost interest in playing and handed the flute to Juvencio Torric: "Not bad."

Juvencio Torique's eyes were full of admiration: "I don't even know how to play the flute. You play it so well. I am mesmerized by your performance."

"It's okay if you don't listen, even if you're a little crazy." Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said happily.

Juvencio Torric: “…”

He asked: "Mr. Constantine, can you teach me?"

"Okay, but let's do it another day." Zhao Chuanxin said with an eye circle, looking at Camilo Torick behind his sunglasses.

Even with sunglasses covering his face, Camilo Torick could still catch a glimpse of murderous intent.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned forward slightly, leaned his elbows on the saddle post, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Camilo, I am very dissatisfied with you!"

Camilo Torique was about to say something harsh when he was stopped by Calderón Velázquez, who said, “I am the governor of Puebla, Calderón Velázquez.”

"Oh, is that so." Zhao Chuanxin smoothed his hair and said, "Since you are the governor, then I will count to one, two, three, and we will start the war. Two."

The bodyguard leader immediately became nervous and his muscles tensed.

But on the other hand, John Constantine was in a casual attitude, as if he didn't take them seriously at all, and the difference in aura was obvious.

Calderón Velazquez's expression changed.

Blanch.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. There is a similar saying in Mexico.

And when you count three numbers, starting directly from "two", what does that mean?
He quickly gave in: "Wait, I'm not a bad person."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "But I have committed many evil deeds."

"..."

Calderón Velazquez felt tired.

Those who can become governors are not stupid.

He is good at all kinds of tricks, playing with people's hearts, and balancing interests.

But the man in front of him didn't play by the rules at all, leaving him no chance to use his tricks.

In a hurry, he could only communicate in the most direct way: "John Constantine, today I have witnessed your bravery and wisdom. Quetzalan lost many cavalry patrol police, and the cavalry patrol police in La Higuera, Posatal and other places in the neighboring state of Veracruz have colluded with the bandits of God's Road to harass our state border. We are short of manpower. You are a talent, so I plan to recruit you into Quetzalan's rural cavalry patrol. What do you think?"

Zhao Chuanxin was very surprised and did not expect this result.

He touched the beard on his face and said, "Well... well, I don't have much education, are you lying to me?"

"How could I lie to you?" Seeing that there was a chance, Calderón Velazquez said hastily, "However, this matter requires formalities. I will ask the captain of the Rural Cavalry Patrol to come to you to handle it later."

Zhao Chuanxin immediately turned hostile: "It's confirmed, you must be lying to me. You even lied to illiterate people, you are really morally corrupt, you have nightmares at night, you are a scum of the world, you are a corrupt official..."

Everyone: "..."

Calderón Velazquez was so angry that his face turned black. He waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay. I'll ask someone to find the captain of the Rural Patrol and have him process your employment formalities."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes and looked back at Aguirre Ida, Justino and Miguel Esteban.

Aguilera Ida showed an envious look on his face.

The other two had no expression on their faces.

Justino, of course, was nervous and expressionless, and Miguel Esteban was desperate.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "The three men behind me are all brave men who can run horses on their shoulders and stand people on their arms. Why don't you recruit them into the rural cavalry patrol team as well?"

None of this was a problem for Calderón Velazquez.

He readily agreed: "Sure."

I just complained in my heart: These three guys, one is a young boy, one looks like a coward, and one looks like he has lost his wife and children and is crying. How can they be called heroes?

Zhao Chuanxin said rapidly: "I like this place called Kuitshalan. Let's keep our team here permanently to protect the safety of the people."

"can."

At this moment, Camilo Torick was anxious: "No, Mr. Governor, this won't work..."

Calderón Velazquez glared at Camilo Torric and said, "Why not? If I say yes, it's okay. Don't even say yes, even if John Constantine has a child, I can pass the position to his child."

"Forehead……"

Camilo Torric was furious.

Isn't this nonsense?

Pass it on to your children?

Do you want to emulate Diaz?
The townspeople who were watching were in an uproar.

How long has this stranger been here and he has already become a policeman in the rural mounted patrol team?

Based in Quetzalan?

It should be known that the rural cavalry patrols do not need any reason when they want to kill someone. As long as it looks good, they can use a "method of escape" to execute the person on the spot.

One escaped and the other kept silent.

Anyone who is "forced" to escape will be unlucky for the rest of his life.

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin with envy and awe.

These days, it turns out that only those who commit murder and arson can win the gold belt.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and said seriously, "Mr. Governor, if that's the case, I'll go back and wait for your good news. It just so happens that I have dozens of guns on hand to arm myself, and I'm ready to receive your orders to suppress the bandits."

Calderón Velazquez sneered in his heart.

What do you mean by suppressing bandits at any time?
You're just threatening me. If you have three guns, you can fight thirty or forty people alone. If you have a bunch of guns, another thirty or forty people won't be able to do anything to you, right?
However, it seems that this person is also greedy for wealth and fame.

This is the kind of person Calderón Velazquez is least afraid of in his life.

There are ways to deal with them.

So he said seriously: "Don't worry, I will ask the captain of the rural patrol to find you as quickly as possible to avoid delaying your protection of Quetshalan."

Zhao Chuanxin spat out the cigarette butt and was about to turn his horse around.

At this point, Calderón Velazquez said again: “Wait.”

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Mr. Governor, is there anything else?"

Calderón Velazquez pointed at Zhao Chuanxin's mount, the fake one, and said, "I heard that horses in Quetzalan are extremely cheap. A horse like yours only costs one peso, right?"

His meaning was very clear: I made you a rural mounted patrol policeman, so it’s not too much for you to give me a good horse, right?

You can get the money back anyway.

Zhao Chuanxin stroked the fake horse's cool mane and said, "Hey, Mr. Governor, who said that? This man has pus on his head and sores on his feet, and his sons have no farts. He is bad to the core. This horse is very expensive, and you can buy it for about 100 pesos."

Calderón Velazquez was stunned: "..."

Camilo Torick behind him was even more confused.

Isn't that what he said?
But Zhao Chuanxin turned his horse around and rode away with the other three people.

Calderón Velazquez's face then turned gloomy.

The head bodyguard whispered: "Sir, do you want to..."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The governor shook his head: "If you are more than 50% sure, then go. Otherwise, don't go."

The head bodyguard stopped talking.

He was not 50 percent sure.

At most 40%, no more.

At this time, Camilo Torick said indignantly: "Mr. Governor, how can you let him become a policeman of the Rural Patrol? You are deceiving him, right?"

Calderón Velazquez looked at the crowd watching the excitement and whispered, "Lie to him? How could I, a governor, lie to him in public? If I did that, who would believe me in the future?"

Camilo Torick was speechless and unhappy for a moment.

When the two of them walked back.

Calderón Velazquez then explained in a low voice: "You don't have to worry. It's true that I asked him to join the Rural Cavalry Patrol. But he has two difficulties to overcome. The first is the police captain. I will instruct him not to let John Constantine have an easy time. The second is that you forgot that the Rural Cavalry Patrol has the mission of suppressing bandits, and they also have to deal with the Rural Cavalry Patrol of Linzhou. By then, hehe..."

Camilo Torick suddenly realized: "You are indeed very resourceful."

"Camilo, Quitshalan is a good place, but it's too small. It limits your vision. There are many ways to solve problems. A real fight will only splatter blood on you."

"You are absolutely right." Seeing that the governor did not really appreciate John Constantine, Camilo Torick finally felt relieved and began to flatter him in a clumsy way.

Back at the White House Tavern, Aguilera Ida was very excited: "I am about to become a member of the Country Patrol. I feel like I am dreaming."

Zhao Chuanxin patted his shoulder and said, "Since you are about to join the bandit group, remember in the future, do not refrain from doing evil even if it is small, and do not do good even if it is small."

"Ah this..." Aguilera Ida fell into deep thought.

He only thought about joining the Countryside Mounted Patrol, but never thought about what he would do after he changed from a victim to a persecutor?
Killing people at will like those people?
Help landlords and evil gentry everywhere to seize land?

Bullying farmers?

This was not his original intention.

He was wavering inside.

Zhao Chuanxin noticed that Miguel Esteban was always frowning, so he asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Miguel Esteban said in a low voice: "My wife and my son were killed by Urquidi Gomez and his men."

The room fell into silence.

Aguirre Ida said, "I'm sorry." Justino said with a sad face, "Hey, when will this end?"

Zhao Chuanxin gave each of them a cigarette and said, "Aren't we already considered as rural mounted patrol police? Do you know what the first thing we have to do is?"

The three shook their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "The first thing is to eliminate the bandits. The biggest bandit in Quetzalan is Urquidi Gomez."

Miguel Esteban perked up: "Don John Constantine, are you serious?"

"nature."

This gave Miguel Esteban a short-term goal.

He began to look forward to the arrival of the police captain.

Because Calderón Velazquez said that he would be put on the job as quickly as possible, Zhao Chuanxin did not leave Quetshalan and slept in the White House Tavern.

The three men carried the body to a mass grave in the back mountain.

Aguilera Ida said distressedly: "Oh, there are too many bodies and we can't bury them all."

Justino: “…”

Miguel Esteban was shocked: "My God, Don John Constantine, how many people did you kill?"

Calderón Velázquez's management style of Puebla is consistent with that of Mexican President Diaz.

It's roughly - bread or sticks.

He just does his job and keeps the intellectuals mouths shut, and doesn't care what people say.

He told the police captain of the Rural Mounted Patrol that the dead policemen were killed by bandits during the suppression of bandits.

The journalists were completely subdued by Diaz and did not dare to dig deeper into the matter.

The family of the deceased can only accept the consequences, pray for the deceased, and build a cenotaph.

Who dares to refute and cause trouble?

They were arrested, sent to prison, and tortured to death.

Obedient? Well, the compensation will be paid as usual.

This management style has been effective in Mexico for decades.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Mexico time, Pablo, the police captain of the Rural Mounted Patrol, arrived at the White House Tavern.

This was a short, bad-tempered middle-aged man, who came with a fighting cock in his arms.

He knew there was something fishy about it, but he didn't care.

He entered the room with the fighting cock in his arms and shouted, "Who is John Constantine? Who is Aguilera Ida? Who is..."

An arrogant attitude.

Zhao Chuanxin was woken up by the noise, rubbed his eyes, and said in surprise: "I have seen people playing with birds and walking dogs, but I have never seen anyone carrying a chicken out."

Pablo snorted, "You haven't seen much. Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin stretched and said, "I won't tell you."

Pablo: “You…”

He thought that the governor had ordered him to come, and the governor had specifically told him not to mess things up.

So Pablo softened his tone and said, "You are John Constantine, right? I am Pablo Rojas, the police captain of the Rural Mounted Patrol, and I am here to give you the commission."

At this time, Aguile Ida and others came back from working outside. They were overjoyed when they heard the news, rubbing their hands with anticipation on their faces.

Seeing their reaction, Pablo was dismissive.

An ignorant bumpkin.

I was a bandit back then and had dozens of people under my command.

At this time, the Chihuahua barked at the chicken in Pablo's arms.

This bastard hid in the corner as soon as he heard the gunshot. He is very experienced.

Once peace comes, they will come out to take advantage of the power of others.

The fighting cock in Pablo's arms was not to be outdone, and it squeaked and fluttered at the Chihuahua.

Pablo's temper suddenly became uncontrollable: "Keep your dog under control."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said to the Chihuahua, "You dog, you think you are so great, but in fact you are just a piece of shit, an idiot. What are you yelling about? Do you think you are so awesome? I can knock down dozens of dogs like you with one slap..."

The more Pablo listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Are you scolding the dog or scolding him?
His face turned pale. "John Constantine, do you know that you will be working under me from now on? Young man, I have a word for you - don't be sarcastic."

Zhao Chuanxin turned to Aguilera Ida and said, "Young man, did you hear that? You must listen to our captain."

Pablo: “…”

He threatened angrily: "Sometimes, bullets fly into the house when people are sitting at home."

Everyone looked at each other.

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette and said, "This has already been realized. If you don't believe me, look around. Please tell me your next wish."

"..."

Pablo hadn't taken a close look just now, but when he looked at it now, he was shocked to see that all the windows were shattered and the cabinets were full of bullet holes.

This was clearly the result of a gunfight.

He was speechless.

But he continued his threat: "Sometimes, you offend people for no apparent reason."

Everyone continued to look at each other.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "That's right. If you don't believe me, go to the town and ask the guy named Urkidi. He also fulfilled this wish. Please tell me your next wish."

Pablo gritted his teeth: "You know, two fists are no match for four hands. Sometimes you will face dozens of people..."

Zhao Chuanxin sighed, "We are really like Boya meeting Ziqi, bosom friends! Didn't I just fight four people with my two fists? I almost couldn't beat thirty or forty people. I'm really ashamed."

hum...

Pablo's head was buzzing, and he suddenly figured out some things.

When he came, the governor told him to let Zhao Chuanxin and others join the rural patrol team, and to deal with John Constantine secretly in the future. In addition, he saw Urquidi Gomez in a state of grief and without even a helper around him.

Could it be... that they were all killed by this guy?
Pablo had two characteristics: the first was his bad temper, and the second was his love of cockfighting.

But he's not a fool.

This person must be very important.

He put away his threatening words and suddenly became honest: "Here is the letter of appointment. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Don't you want to have a couple of drinks before leaving?" Zhao Chuanxin tried to keep him.

Pablo left without looking back, almost running.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the letter of appointment on the table, took a look at it, sneered, and handed it to them: "Okay, clean up the tavern and get ready for opening."

The matter is over, and it's time for him to go back to work.

……

The meeting of the Lubin Prefecture Advisory Council is still in progress.

After all, there are more than a hundred proposals, and with discussion and rest, only a few can be completed every day.

Today, Wu Xiangning initiated a vote on the proposal put forward on behalf of the herders on the grassland.

Yao Jia said: "The proposal of Ms. Wu Xiangning, a herdsman representative, is that the Lubin Prefecture government should consider returning farmland to pasture and provide herdsmen with space for grazing. Herdsmen live on water and grass. Without pastures, herdsmen will not like to farm, and some will become horse bandits or move away. Farmland is important, and grazing is equally important. We are all from Lubin Prefecture, and we all love this land, regardless of our status..."

It was obvious that Wu Xiangning had written the proposal herself. It was not very educated, and was written entirely in plain language. It was verbose, but it expressed her true feelings.

Later, the actor told a true story about two herdsmen who could not survive because their land was abandoned and were eaten by wolves on their migration route, which caused a lot of sighs at the scene.

This time, Yao Jia rarely gave everyone some time to think ahead of time.

The time is ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, Yao Jia tapped the microphone to quiet the audience and said, "Now, please raise your hands if you agree."

3/5 of respondents agreed.

Yao Jia announced without hesitation: "This motion is passed."

The whole place was boiling.

The previous proposal is easy to deal with.

But reclamation and pastures represented the two opposing camps of Han and Banner.

The Han people wanted to get arable land, and the Qing government wanted to make money by allowing land to be reclaimed. For Lubin Prefecture, although land reclamation was free, the taxes collected from farming were also considerable.

In other words, opening up land for reclamation is beneficial to the Han people, the Qing court, and the Lubin Prefecture, while returning farmland to pasture is definitely not beneficial.

But Yao Jia actually passed this motion readily.

He is the general manager of the Official Goods Bureau and he has the final say on land reclamation.

Even the reporters present could not sit still and stood up one after another, their faces filled with disbelief.

They whispered to each other in very low voices: "Just wait and see, Zhao Chuanxin will definitely not agree."

"Yes, he's a fool if he agrees."

When the Lubin Prefecture Advisory Council was first established, everyone knew that the prefect had a veto power.

Everyone is waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to exercise his veto power.

Haha, this time Governor Zhao must be anxious.

Soon, the news reached the government office...

(End of this chapter)