mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 983 The prefect is not a good person

Under Zhao Chuanxin's control, the needle on the table began to rotate in circles, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, and it moved flexibly without being affected by inertia and friction.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "What's the use of this?"

Xingyue answered: "Originally, there was another material in the Answer Stone that connected the Soul Storage Stone Ring and the Must-reach Needle. It was the key to giving the direction of the answer, but unfortunately it was refined by the Universal Furnace."

Zhao Chuanxin asked Xingyue: "Is the Bidada needle strong?"

“It’s not strong and it wears out easily.”

Xingyue's answer made Zhao Chuanxin give up the idea of ​​installing it on the cruise missile.

There is only one Bidada needle, it's a pity to use it as a consumable.

He took out a heavy arrow from the secret space and pointed the must-have needle on the arrowhead.

Xingyue immediately gave a picture on his glasses of the effect of the must-see needle after the arrow turned when the heavy arrow was shot out of the air with his bow.

Zhao Chuanxin was amused by what he saw.

The mustard needle can forcibly twist the direction of the arrow, but the heavy arrow continues to move forward due to inertia, so there is no turning effect and it even loses its lethality. At most, it can be regarded as a stick that can hit people.

He rubbed his temple with the arrowhead of the heavy arrow, thinking hard with Xingyue.

Xingyue presented a picture - a heavy arrow and a cruise missile flying at the same time.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly had an idea: "Add propellant gunpowder to the tail of the arrow."

But in this case, the arrow cannot be shot out, kinetic energy cannot be applied by the bow, and the initial velocity is very slow.

Zhao Chuanxin gestured in the air, and Xingyue redesigned the idea of ​​loading propellant gunpowder at the tip of the heavy arrow.

This solves the steering problem.

But new problems arise. The heavy arrows with thrusters are too heavy, the range may be insufficient, and how to recover them after the propellant is used up?
Xingyue suggested: "Add the fragments of the rune of order."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "That's heavier."

Xingyue added: "Add anti-force rune fragments."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

By adding anti-force rune fragments, gravity can be ignored. In theory, as long as the air resistance does not offset the kinetic energy of the arrow, the arrow can fly out of the atmosphere.

Zhao Chuanxin raised a new question: "The arrow flies too far, how can we control it if we can't see it?"

Xingyue said: "Add central control rune fragments and micro true vision crystals."

"If it encounters a solid object, won't the needle be destroyed along with it?"

Xingyue said: "Install the mustard needle at the front end of the arrow shaft. Separate the arrow shaft from the arrowhead. The arrowhead is divided into two parts. The front end is equipped with the light blade rune fragment to break the armor, and the rear end is the thruster."

The more complex their designs became, the more new problems arose.

The arrow shaft needs to be made of lighter material and be hollow to offset the disadvantages of adding so many parts.

But when Xingyue gave the concept map and simulated the appearance of arrows attacking the enemy, Zhao Chuanxin was still moved.

Although there is a lack of suitable arrow shaft materials, order rune fragments, reaction rune fragments, gems, and propellant better than oil root gunpowder... well, when you think about it this way, you have nothing.

So, Zhao Chuanxin looked at the concept map and named the flying arrow, which might be released at an unknown time, as - Extreme Poverty.

By this time, it was already daybreak.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the tablet of spiritual consciousness on the table and asked Xingyue: "How to use it? Do you know?"

Xingyue said, "Put it on the center of your forehead."

Zhao Chuanxin complied.

It is said that fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds, and mammals originally had a third eye, but it degenerated long, long ago.

It becomes a gland there.

When Zhao Chuanxin placed the tablet of spiritual consciousness on his forehead, his eyes were open.

But the information he "saw" was definitely not what he saw with his own eyes.

He saw a tree.

Isn’t this a shining star?

Information flowed through his mind like water. It was neither words nor pictures, but Zhao Chuanxin could know what the information was and could visualize it.

The Divine Consciousness Manual discusses how to manipulate the Brilliant Star, as well as information such as the Brilliant Star's origin and characteristics.

The data shows that the Brilliant Star was born in a divided land, where dangers are lurking everywhere. In order to protect itself, the Brilliant Star evolved a golden bell cover.

Zhao Chuanxin thought of the strength of the Golden Bell Cover, which was bulletproof, and wondered how dangerous the separated area must be.
He took down the tablet of divine consciousness and asked Xingyue: "Can you use the tablet of divine consciousness?"

Xingyue answered in an old lady's voice: "No."

Xingyue can grasp the runes instantly without any hindrance, but cannot read the runes of spiritual consciousness.

Zhao Chuanxin told Xingyue the contents of the Divine Sense Brief and said, "Why does the No. 93 Void Realm Attacker have the method to control the Brilliant Star? It is hard not to doubt Haishi Void Realm's motives."

Xingyue didn't say anything.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Do you know the Divided Land?"

This time Xingyue said: "The Broken Land is a legend. Legend has it that there was originally only one piece of land on this planet. The left side was the battlefield of the War of the Gods, and the right side was a desert burned by the flames of the Sun God. The old gods and earth spirits were worried that the entire land would be destroyed, so they split the land into three pieces. The right side is the Cursed Desert, the middle is Middle-earth, and the leftmost piece is the Broken Land, the battlefield of the War of the Gods. There are endless gemstone mines and precious materials in the Broken Land, but the Broken Land is hidden deep in the raging sea, 180,000 miles away from Middle-earth, and is surrounded by powerful monsters contaminated by the War of the Gods. Even the strongest birdman cannot fly over it..."

Zhao Chuanxin chatted with Xingyue for a while, and was about to stick the tablet of spiritual consciousness on his forehead.

Xingyue saw this and reminded: "The Spiritual Sense Tablet contains a miniature energy gem, which has a time limit for use. If the energy is exhausted, the Spiritual Sense Tablet will be destroyed."

Zhao Chuanxin took it seriously after hearing this, returned to the recliner, and placed the tablet of spiritual consciousness on his forehead.

The black puppet craftsmen and puppet slaves rushed to make the chili uniform designed by Zhao Chuanxin.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Time passes slowly.

The tablet of spiritual consciousness that was attached to Zhao Chuanxin's forehead made a slight "click" sound and then shattered.

Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes, looked at the fragments in his hand, and felt a little sorry.

This thing is magical. It can store a huge amount of information and is easy to browse, giving people the illusion that it is easy to acquire knowledge.

The first time he read it, Zhao Chuanxin thought he had memorized it all, but when he was talking with Xingyue, he found that his mind was fuzzy, so he read it carefully several times again.

The most convenient thing about this thing is that when Zhao Chuanxin browses its contents, he can switch to the page he wants to find at any time, unlike paper books and electronic materials that require searching through catalog categories.

So the reading efficiency is high.

Zhao Chuanxin memorized most of the contents of this spiritual note.

At this time, Xingyue told him: "While you were reading, Pablo came to the White House Tavern and asked you to follow them to fight the bandits. Justino, Miguel Esteban and Aguirre Ida were taken away. Aguirre Ida didn't find you and left a note for you. Because you were concentrating on reading, I didn't interrupt you."

Zhao Chuanxin is not in a hurry.

It’s more important to sleep now.

……

Emiliano Zapata is a mestizo.

His parents were farmers. The family originally had a small piece of property, which was barely enough to feed themselves.

He lives in Anequiergo, in the state of Morelos, adjacent to Puebla.

As adults, the landlords of Anequiergo, like landlords elsewhere, on the one hand plundered the land and on the other hand forcibly expanded the sugarcane plantations for profit.

Emiliano Zapata's family had many people but little land, so they had to send some of the people to work as tenants for the landlords.

Like other farmers, their family faced the possibility of becoming hired laborers, becoming refugees, or... rebelling!

It just so happened that some people in Morelos state rose up and attacked the large estates, under the banner of taking back the land that should have belonged to the farmers. Emiliano Zapata joined them without saying a word.

Diaz's Rural Rangers began to pursue them.

During this process, the original leader of the rebel army was shot and killed by the cavalry police, and everyone elected Emiliano Zapata as the leader.

They were now being chased by the Countryside Mounted Patrol like stray dogs and were at the end of their rope.

Someone suggested: "Let's go to the constitutionalists."

Emiliano Zapata shook his head: "They will compromise and hand us over."

Someone said, "Let's split up and run away. I don't think they can catch up with so many of us."

Emiliano Zapata continued to shake his head: "Then everything we have done before will be in vain. It is meaningless."

The farmers began to get impatient: "So what do you think we should do?"

Emiliano Zapata had just come to power and lacked prestige.

He held his wide-brimmed hat with his left hand and pulled the belt on his chest with his right hand, saying: "We go to God's Road, to the valleys of the mountains of Puebla."

Someone exclaimed: "What? That's where bandits hang out. We..."

Emiliano Zapata looked at the peasants around him who were covered in dirt, unkempt, and holding all kinds of weapons, and laughed: "Bandits? Don't you think you are not considered bandits now?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.

Aren’t the rural mounted patrols meant to hunt down “bandits” and “rebels”?

After laughing, everyone fell silent again.

Full of fear of the unknown future.

Seeing this, Emiliano Zapata encouraged morale and said, "Don't be afraid, there are farmers everywhere who are eager for land and freedom, just like you and me. Diaz has caused public outrage, and the constitutionalists and Villars have begun to oppose him, and the wave of struggle is getting higher and higher. We will not be lonely along the way, and we will get the support of the farmers along the way..."

……

Zhao Chuanxin woke up and went back to Lubin Prefecture to work.

When riding a camel to the government office, he ran into his apprentice Yao Bing, whom he hadn't seen for many days.

Yao Bing walked dejectedly with a group of friends.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "What's going on?"

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, Yao Bing's eyes lit up: "Master, my property was taken away by my father and his people."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "Just take it away. You must not be too ambitious when you are young, otherwise you will become a great man in the future. How tiring it will be."

Yao Bing: "..."

His playmate, Arsu, is not very smart.

He raised his round face and said, "Sir, some people say you are not a good person."

Yao Bing was a little anxious.

Isn't this just asking for trouble?
But Zhao Chuanxin nodded, holding a cigarette in his mouth and said, "This person knows me better."

Arsu: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Today is the second day of the second month, the dragon is raising its head. You will all go to the government office later and I will shave your heads."

After Zhao Chuanxin rode his camel away, Arsu took off his eagle crown, scratched his shiny forehead, and asked in confusion: "Yao Bing, why isn't the master angry?"

Yao Bing slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity in the future!"

Yao Bing played for a while and then took his friends to the government office of Lubin Prefecture.

Choi Bong-hwa told them to wait at the bench at the end of the corridor.

This is a bench specially made by Lubin Prefecture for the officials who come to the prefecture to do business. The bench has a backrest, and each row can seat six people. The legs of the chair are not movable.

The solid wood bench had become shiny from being sat on by people, and was covered with starch in a short period of time.

It can be seen that Lubin Prefecture is still very busy every day.

A group of children sat there restlessly, twisting left and right as if they had lice on their bodies.

Of course, maybe they really did have lice...

When Zhao Chuanxin came out after finishing his official duties, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go to the bathhouse."

Ma Budai hesitated after hearing this: "Sir, we don't have money to enter the bathhouse. We need tickets."

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they were all shiny and well-dressed, and waved his hand: "I'll treat you."

"Oh!" A group of snotty kids jumped up.

As long as you don't take the money yourself.

So, on the streets of Lubin Prefecture, Zhao Chuanxin rode a camel, followed by a group of snotty kids, and pedestrians and vendors pointed and talked about him.

The food street based on the government office of Lubin Prefecture is now very famous.

The Lubin Prefecture does not care about appearances. Stalls are allowed outside the government office, but they must leave the main road and pay attention to hygiene. If anyone litters, the consequences will be serious and the fines will make people question their lives.

Despite so many rules and regulations, small vendors are still happy to come here simply because of the large flow of customers.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the steamed buns stall on the street had just started cooking. He hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he threw a dollar on the camel's back and said, "Buy as much as you can."

The Buryat man at the steamed bun stall clapped his hands together, caught the silver dollar, and said with a smile: "Thank you, sir!"

The couple were busy and confused.

These snotty kids are growing up and can’t gain weight no matter how much they eat. They are not satisfied with just eating and immediately surrounded the bun stall.

Even though they are all children, Arsu, who has the biggest appetite, can eat nine big buns, which makes people worry that his stomach may burst.

But Zhao Chuanxin was not too worried because he had seen adults eating thirty-six buns in one meal.

Kurd was a cunning boy. He handed the steaming buns to Zhao Chuanxin with both hands and said, "Sir, this is for you."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the clear fingerprints on the buns, which were black, and shook his head: "Eating everything will only harm me, so you should enjoy it yourself."

After eating the buns, Zhao Chuanxin took them to the bathhouse: "Go in and soak. Pour this medicine into the wooden barrel. Remember, soak your hair too."

He was holding anthelmintic.

A group of snotty kids quickly took off their clothes and jumped into the wooden barrel, splashing huge water and causing others to glare at them.

Arsu is a fool. I don't know if he relies on his backers or has become reckless since being beaten up by the spy Sangjie.

He clenched his fists, his dry arms tensed, and roared, "Why are you staring at me? Haven't you seen a man who can run a horse on his shoulders or stand on his arms?"

Just one sentence made the people around him laugh.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a loofah and threw it to Yao Bing: "Scrub each other's backs later, wash them clean."

Yao Bing rolled his eyes and said, "Master, there is a bath scrubber over there."

"Does the job of scrubbing the bathtub for free? Do you think your master is rich?"

Yao Bing: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin had someone find a single room, threw their clothes and hats into a wooden barrel, heated them with the Old God Crucible Brand, sprinkled medicine on them, and then stirred the water with the Lord of Run's greeting to wash them.

Sure enough, there was a layer of small creatures floating on the water surface.

The water was muddy and there were spots of oil.

After soaking for a while, Zhao Chuanxin controlled the water to flow into the sewer.

Replace with clean water, heat it, and continue to stir the water.

Drain water, evaporate, change water, heat, and do this four times.

The small animals that were not killed by the powder were eventually scalded to death by the boiling water.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his arms and rolled up his sleeves, taking out clothes from the wooden barrel piece by piece.

Take out a piece of clothing, shake it three times, and the clothes will become extremely dry, with all the moisture evaporated.

He threw it aside.

The purpose of shaking is to remove wrinkles.

When the clothes were shaken out, the snotty kid also finished washing and came out shivering, hugging his arms.

This is what taking a bath in winter looks like.

Zhao Chuanxin threw a pile of clothes on the bench: "Find your own."

"Hey? How did the oil on my clothes disappear? If I go out like this, people will think my family is poor!"

Many families are infected with bad habits.

The body must be greased to look shiny and oily, so that it appears that one is well-off and has ample money at home.

Zhao Chuanxin said viciously: "Whoever makes himself dirty again, I will beat him up!"

Old Zhao was still very dignified, and his words made the snotty kid shrink his neck.

Wait until they are dressed.

Zhao Chuanxin found a place and took out a pair of scissors: "Yao Bing, you go first."

Yao Bing sat down, and Zhao Chuanxin took a piece of silk and tied it around his neck.

The scissors made a snapping sound, leaving an afterimage.

"All right!"

In the Qing Dynasty, people shaved their heads and kept a braid, but only the rich could afford to shave their foreheads regularly. Ordinary people had a braid at the back and a short haircut in the front.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly shaved Yao Bing's whip, gave him a simple trim, and patted his head: "It's done."

Yao Bing found that his friends around him were looking at him strangely. Not knowing why, he went to the mirror to look at himself.

There was silence in the room.

Yao Bing opened his mouth wide: "Ah this... Master, it looks like a pot lid is placed on your head."

He had no doubt about Zhao Chuanxin cutting his braids.

Outside the Great Wall, there are now many people who have shaved their heads.

It probably became popular from Lugang Town.

After entering the customs, it is not very convenient.

But outside the Great Wall, the control over shaving the hair was not so strict.

It is said that Xu Shichang had a close relationship with Zhao Chuanxin, the prefect of Lubin Prefecture, and turned a blind eye to those who shaved their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin had a close relationship with Lugang Town. Hair shaving was also popular in Yanbian area led by the Beishui Army. With the addition of Lubin Prefecture, people who shaved their heads could at least travel freely outside the Great Wall.

"What do you know? This is called fashion." Zhao Chuanxin waved to the others: "Next."

It’s even faster than the ten-yuan quick haircut of later generations.

But the rest of the people retreated timidly.

"Sir, I, I don't dare to shave my head. My father will break my legs..."

"Sir, the court will punish you..."

All we can say is that the Qing court’s prestige still exists.

Zhao Chuanxin took the lead and pulled Arsu over: "Stop talking nonsense. If someone asks, just say that I cut it for you."

Without further ado, Zhao Chuanxin cut everyone's hair.

Afterwards, he saw that all the snotty kids except Yao Bing were looking listless, so he said, "Let's go and fry some beans for you guys."

On the second day of the second month, the dragon raises its head, and every household fries beans.

Zhao Chuanxin bought beans and peanuts and went to Yang Sandaxi's house to borrow their big pot.

The beans were fried until crispy, and the heat was controlled just right.

He shared the beans among the snotty kids.

I ate a lot of buns in the morning, and now I'm stuffing handfuls of fried beans into my mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin did not stop him, but sneered.

Because the highlight has just begun.

When the fart sounds became more and more frequent, he slowly started to make the candy.

When the sugar just started to foam, Zhao Chuanxin put the peanuts in.

A group of snotty kids gathered around and Zhao Chuanxin yelled, "Whoever is farting, get out now."

So a group of snotty kids came in and out.

They watched as the peanuts in the pot suddenly became plump and white.

That's because it's coated with sugar.

But these snotty kids had just eaten a lot of beans and their stomachs were bloated. Although the candy beans were delicious, they didn't eat them as voraciously.

Zhao Chuanxin actually did it on purpose.

After all, you can't eat too much sugar, as it can easily cause tooth decay.

"good to eat."

"Really delicious."

None of them had eaten this.

In previous years, when the dragon raises its head on the second day of the second lunar month, we would just fry soybeans at home.

Zhao Chuanxin washed some peanuts, beat in a few eggs, mixed in starch and a little bit of salt, coated them evenly, and fried them in a pan.

The oil temperature cannot be too high. When crackling sounds occur, remove the fish from the pot and drain the oil immediately.

Boil the sugar until it turns brown and starts to pull into threads. Then add the fried peanuts and sprinkle with sesame seeds.

The pot looked so big and scary, but Zhao Chuanxin easily picked it up with one hand, spreading the food with a spatula while quickly stirring the spoon.

Good guy.

A bunch of snotty kids are going crazy.

The fuller they are, the more delicious the beans the prefect will fry...

Arsu thought to himself: The prefect is indeed not a good person.

Zhao Chuanxin's life entered a subtle rhythm.

Later, he teleported back to Quetshalan. He ate and drank a lot with Snotlout that day, and his belly became round.

He lay on the recliner and flipped open the Code of the Old Gods, eager to know if the demon virus had spread.

(End of this chapter)