The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin was calculating silently in his heart.

He can control the devil's vines in the Shadow Forest, which can replace the role of the flintlock to deal with large beasts.

So, the first one is to dig out the flintlock first.

He didn't know the use of the stamina potion yet, so he put it aside for the time being.

The detoxification potion costs 6 months of life, but if you are poisoned, you will waste a year of life. This can save 6 months of life, which is more cost-effective.

[I walked out of the store. Next, I have two choices, return to the Shadow Forest to explore again, or settle here and spend the rest of my life comfortably. If I choose to settle down, my chances of making up for the lost lifespan are slim to none. 】

In fact, it was to force Zhao Chuanxin to make a choice.

Traveling to the late Qing Dynasty, Zhao Chuanxin felt a huge fear of the gap between the times.

According to the nature of the diary, if he is cautious enough, he might be able to get a lot of longevity rewards. He might be able to survive until the twenty-first century and see the colorful world in the future again.

Then there is nothing more to say.

I chose to return to the Shadow Forest to explore, he wrote.

[I settled the hunter and returned to the Shadow Forest without hesitation. 】

[In this day, I have experienced too many things. I am physically and mentally exhausted. My steps are as heavy as lead, and my physical strength has been exhausted. I had no choice but to rest where I was and wait for my strength to recover. 】

What?

Zhao Chuanxin finally understood what the physical potion was for.

I closed the diary dumbfounded.

At this time, his stomach growled.

Across the street, the smell of noodles cooking from a small food basket could be heard. He was getting hungrier.

He stood up. After squatting for a long time, his head felt dizzy and he was suffering from low blood sugar.

The people who run the snack cart are a scrawny, monkey-like man and a fairly handsome young man.

As he got closer, Zhao Chuanxin somehow felt that this young man was very kind.

As he got closer, he heard the conversation between the two.

Those who have money are afraid of being kidnapped, those who have girls are afraid of being robbed, those who are walking are afraid of being robbed, and those who go out are afraid of being beaten. Hey, in this world, we ordinary people have suffered a lot. The wretched man commented, criticizing the evils of the times.

The handsome young man said: When I follow my boss on one more caravan trip, I will save enough money and get some land from the bannermen, and then I will have the foundation to settle down and live.

The wretched man shook his head: Zhongyi, do you think you have offended the 'Zhuan Tian Fanzi' and he will let you go? You should think of a way to find a relationship with your boss and calm down the trouble.

The handsome young man lowered his head: Precious, why do you think it's so difficult for us people? At that time, the 'treacherous man' wanted to rob Mrs. Zhang's daughter-in-law. Naturally, I wanted to stop him. You said there was no way to do it. Really? I remember when my mother and I came to Guanwai from Yunnan, my mother and my wife fell hungry on the roadside. If it weren’t for the two pancakes that Mrs. Zhang kindly gave me, my mother would have starved to death.

Hmph! Killing people and setting fire to gold belts, building bridges and repairing roads without corpses, this is the way of the world. What happened to those Boxer people who shouted for an uprising to drive away the foreigners now? In a sudden change, they started to build a bureau and went up to the mountain to be enslaved. The bearded bandit has gone off to enjoy the good life. He has done no less bad things than a Rakshasa ghost.

Hearing the conversation between the two people, Zhao Chuanxin, who was walking this way, felt like he was struck by lightning.

He took two quick steps and asked the handsome young man urgently: Are you from Yunnan?

The young man was surprised and didn't know what this person was doing when he ran over from the opposite side.

I saw that this man was about five feet and two inches tall (one foot was 35.5 in the Qing Dynasty). Although he was not strong, he did not look like a commoner, and he seemed to come from a wealthy family. Wearing an khaki stiff short shirt on top, a pair of blue trousers made of coarse cloth but well woven, and a pair of tan hard leather short boots on the bottom. He had seen people who had returned from studying abroad, but the style of their clothes didn't seem to be like this. It was very weird anyway.

In particular, this man's hair is very short, and his sideburns are neatly trimmed. Even those who keep their hair in foreign countries or foreign devils would not keep their hair so short. They look more like monks. But monks don't decorate their hair so carefully.

Before he could react, the weird man continued to ask: You are from Yunnan. Your surname is Zhao, right?

Zhao Zhongyi nodded blankly: I am.

Liu Guogui next to him became wary: Who are you?

Zhao Chuanxin frowned and looked at Liu Baobao, trying to remember, and then asked tentatively: Your surname is Liu, your hometown is Shandong, and you came here from Guandong.

Liu Guoguo smiled disdainfully: My accent is easy to recognize. There are many people from Shandong. Besides, how many of the Han people here didn't come from Guandong?

Zhao Chuanxin's heart was in turmoil.

Even he couldn't believe it himself.

He actually traveled back to the late Qing Dynasty and met his ancestors.

Zhao Zhongyi was his great-grandfather, his great-grandfather’s father. As for Liu Guogui, although he was not sure, he highly suspected that he was an ancestor from his mother's line.

The two families have been friends for generations, and by the time Zhao Chuanxin and his father's generation arrived, the relationship had already faded. But by coincidence, Zhao Chuanxin's father married a descendant of the Liu family, Zhao Chuanxin's mother, and the relationship became closer again.

Although it is not certain whether Liu Guigui is the one, what is certain is that Zhao Zhongyi is basically his ancestor. No wonder, he looks kinder.

Because he remembered that when he was a child, his grandparents would set up a genealogy table for sacrifices during the Chinese New Year. There is the ancestor's portrait and name on it.

Later, when the grandparents died, this custom stopped. But Zhao Chuanxin liked the New Year atmosphere very much, so he still remembers it fresh.

He also asked about the stories of his ancestors.

Grandpa once said that my ancestors came from Yunnan. My ancestors had offended bandits, and their family was almost wiped out, and their inheritance was cut off.

Now listening to the conversation between the two, they are basically close.

This made Zhao Chuanxin feel very complicated.

Um, Gaozu, no, you two, this snack stall belongs to you two, right?

Zhao Zhongyi nodded immediately and then shook his head: It belongs to my brother. I am here to help today.

Ask what you say, be loyal!

Zhao Chuanxin secretly praised, as expected, our loyal and honest nature is rooted in our roots. Ah, you are being honest and honest, this is stupid, you are too honest.

Liu Baogui next to him rolled his eyes: This stall belongs to me. Why, what do you want?

Zhao Chuanxin was very relaxed at this time. Why should he be polite to his two ancestors?

He said with a smile: Since it belongs to you, can you give me a bowl of noodles on credit? I am really hungry. I have been hungry for two days.

Liu Guogui rolled his eyes at the boss: It's a small profit, so I won't owe you any credit!

So ruthless?

Do you want me to kowtow to you?

Zhao Chuanxin thought of their conversation just now and said, You just said you offended the gangsters on the mountain. Maybe I can help with this matter. Just give me two meals and I will help you solve it.

Regarding that past event, he heard his grandfather mention it.

At that time, Zhao Zhongyi was unwilling to trouble others to ask for help due to human feelings, which later led to tragedy. When he was out with the caravan, his wife and mother were both harmed by Taozi, and his son escaped because he went out to play with the bannermen's children.

Now that he is here, he is his ancestor after all, so he must be saved.

I want to save his family, but they don't even give credit for a bowl of noodles?

Harmful……