The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

If I win money, I will invite you to the hall to find my sister. Why didn't you invite me when you won?

Boss Han, you won a lot this time. It's unreasonable not to invite you to visit the brothel.

That's nonsense. There are so many of you, so I only care about the vegetarian ones, and the dirty ones pay for it yourself!

I heard that the hall has invited a girl from Cao Li of Tianjin. She has a good figure!

Come on, it will be dark soon.

About six or seven people galloped past on horseback. While running, they were playing and joking.

After they were far away, Zhao Chuanxin and others stood up.

Gao Li said excitedly: Just in time, six or seven more people left.

Shuangxi held a different view: Didn't you listen to what they said? I took the money to visit the brothel. It's a pity that they took away so much money!

Zhao Zhongyi looked at the sky and said, We haven't even finished talking about money yet. It's too early to discuss money. They're right. It's getting dark and we need to find a safe place to rest.

The group of people got into the thorny forest and began to move forward arduously.

All of them were hungry and their stomachs were growling.

Shuangxi said: Third brother, isn't it still unsafe here?

Li Laosan said: You must light a fire when you spend the night on the mountain, otherwise big animals will attack you, especially wolves. Regardless of how many people we have, if we don't shoot, we may become their food! It's not safe to light a fire here, I know A place where you can stick to it.

Zhao Chuanxin is actually the most tired, because he is tired in his heart.

At this point he was a little regretful.

Little Golden Word wants someone's head. Who doesn't think it's hot to offer a reward? The big head is just waiting for him to come and get it.

You just want to find fault for yourself, to cause some trouble.

But the awesomeness has already been blown out, and most of the road has been traveled. It's too late to regret it.

The only ones who still have energy, except for Li Laosan, who has many years of experience in mountain running, are working hard.

Nowadays, in the bushes, dry food is like a fish in water. Even if there are thorn bushes, he can move through them without any hindrance.

It's just that the originally neat hair on the body has a lot of cocklebur seeds and other seeds stuck on it, making it look a little embarrassed.

Finally, we came to the hiding place Li Laosan mentioned.

You can still vaguely see traces of life long ago here.

This is a small mountain col with a semi-surrounded cliff that can block the firelight.

Li Laosan commanded: Everyone, keep moving and gather some firewood. I'll fetch water and we'll all have something hot to eat later.

Zhao Chuanxin said nothing and was unwilling to move. He sat down on the ground and acted like a fool, holding a piece of rice in his arms and picking off the small pendant from his body.

Everyone is used to it.

If Zhao Chuanxin works hard one day, he might want to cause trouble!

When everything was ready, everyone was staggering tiredly.

Zhao Chuanxin, however, regained his composure and began to take things out of his backpack.

I saw him first taking out a small pot, pouring rice into it and washing it.

Once done, put the lid on the fire and simmer the rice.

Then, he took out two more cans of sorghum wine and said, Come on, share some. It's cold at night.

After that, he took out the wooden box from his backpack, and when he opened it, there was mixed shredded chicken inside.

Shuangxi looked left and right: This bag isn't big, how can it fit so well?

Everyone was only carrying simple dry food, but no one was carrying as much as he was.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: This is my treasure bag. Do you know the magic? Eat yours and drink yours, don't talk too much!

This was not over yet, he continued to take out his own bowls and chopsticks, and prepared a plate for the dry rice.

Everyone: ...

Zhao Zhongyi probed: Brother, is this magic of yours called Mustard Seed Sumeru? It seems to be a monk's magic? Don't you only know Taoist magic?

Zhao Chuanxin said carelessly: What Taoist monks say, the so-called unification of all laws. In the later stage of learning, it will be unified. They are all the same. Don't care about the details.

Yes, that's exactly the tune. Even though Zhao Chuanxin said something that was obviously very awe-inspiring, it always felt like it was not serious.

This is the key to everyone being in awe of him while remaining close to him.

Shuangxi grabbed some shredded chicken with his hands and said, It's delicious, perfect for drinking!

Zhao Zhongyi said: Drink less, people in the wilderness are not safe!

Zhao Chuanxin didn't move a word.

When he is sober, he is very aware of his drinking capacity. When he is drunk, he usually has a 50-50 relationship with alcohol, and the outcome is unpredictable!

When he was full, Zhao Chuanxin took out the teapot and made tea.

Gao Li sighed and said: You are here to enjoy the blessing.

Zhao Chuanxin lit one, puffed away the smoke, and enjoyed it very much. It’s just that there aren’t many cigarettes left. This kind of cigarette with a mouthpiece is not common on the market. It is said that traditional tobacco shops in the south are about to close due to being overcrowded by foreign cigarettes.

Dumping and anti-dumping actually have nothing to do with the people at the bottom. Patriotism or not has little to do with using foreign goods and local goods. It is simply unreasonable to blame the people for enjoying a better life without seeking progress themselves.

He said: It's just fun in suffering. Life is short. If you don't enjoy it in time, I will be sorry for these hundred years.

Suddenly, Shuangxi said: Password, what are you telling the kids about? Yes, it's called Potter. It's a story about casting spells and chanting spells. Tell us about it, it's quite exciting.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: Master, why are you listening to that? The magic of foreigners is not as powerful as our magic. Let me tell you a story about cultivating immortals. There is such a village called Hanjia Village. There is a child in Hanjia Village, Called Han Li...

A Northeastern version of the legend of a mortal cultivating immortality left Zhao Chuanxin's story in pieces. Based on the few memory fragments left, we can only pick out at most one-third of the main plot, and the rest was made up on the spot.

Isn't this more exciting than Harry Potter?

The sense of immersion is strong!

Everyone was born as a farmer in the village, and they were all mortals.

The bonfire crackled and smoke curled up.

Grass, that little green bottle, if you use it to cultivate the land, wouldn't it make you rich?

Shuangxi, shut up, my precious fairy. It's extraordinary. You use it to farm, and that's all you can do!

Both of you shut up, brother, keep talking.

As they talked, Shuangxi couldn't help but interrupt.

Doctor Mo is no longer a toy.

Gao Li was quite angry: Hey, Shuangxi, don't make any noise, let Chuan Xin continue talking.

After that, Zhao Chuanxin had already forgotten the contents of spells and magical weapons, which was ridiculous to compile.

What kind of psychic radish, what kind of fairy urala grass, flying deer antlers...

In other words, these people have little knowledge, and future readers will definitely ask: Are they looking for a gunman?

The gap between front and rear is too big, okay?

Finally, with nothing to edit, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: You have to go to bed early tomorrow!

I thought I could control it easily, but it turned out that I was overthinking it.

Everyone was quite unwilling to do so. This made them scratch their hearts and itches so much that they dreamed of eating psychic radish...

At dawn the next day, Li Laosan asked everyone to get up.

Hurry up, take a bite to eat, and be on your way.

Listening to the story was a bit late, which affected the biological clock and made everyone feel sleepy.

In the morning, Zhao Chuanxin took out the steamer again, wrapped but still raw buns, pickled pickles...

There are many people but few buns, so just try it one by one.

Zhao Zhongyi said that he could eat fifty big buns with an open stomach!

Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe it at first, but Gao Li said that he could eat at least thirty in one sitting.

In an era when there is a shortage of oil and water, everyone is a pot-bellied man.

After walking for a long time, we were already close to Xiaolongzhao Mountain.

At this time, a gunshot was suddenly heard in the distance.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the mountains, making everyone tremble.

What's wrong? Exposed?

Li Laosan shook his head: I suspect that it's the little Jin Zi'er people who are hunting. There are rabbits, roe deer, badgers, wild boars, bears, tigers, etc. on this mountain. They have guns, so it's easy to hunt game.

Li Laosan's guess was correct. The shooter was Xiao Jinyu'er, one of the four King Kongs under Xiao Jin Zi'er.

The little goldfish proudly shouldered the rifle, pointed at the fallen wild boar in the distance, and said to the two guys behind him: You saw it, every shot is accurate!

The two lads hurriedly flattered him: Second Master, he is so powerful!

A hundred steps can pierce a pig's eye, but a hundred steps can pierce a pig's eye. I guess the second master must have hit the pig's eye.

When the three of them went over to take a look, they found that they had indeed been hit in the eye, but it was not the one on the head, but the one behind the buttocks.

The two of them were so flattering that they didn't know how to photograph each other, and the little goldfish was speechless.

It appears the bullet entered through a weak point and damaged the pig's internal organs. The wild boar's mouth was bleeding, but it was not dead yet.

A gangster came forward with a knife and aimed it at the lower part of the wild boar's neck. After entering, he moved around to find the right position of the heart and help the wild boar get out of pain.

The two found a stick and carried the wild boar back one by one.

When we went up the mountain, everyone cheered when they heard that there was wild boar to eat today.

The man carrying the wild boar boasted: Second Master's marksmanship is amazing. He told me that the wild boar's back was facing us, so he shot it through the back door and smashed its internal organs. As soon as the gun went off, we went over to check, and sure enough...

Everyone was amazed and said that it was indeed worthy of the name!

The little goldfish yawned. He was sweating profusely from climbing the mountain. He had long been addicted to cigarettes. Now he was listless. He waved his hands and said, Let's drink and eat meat tonight. Let's enjoy the meat!

Second Master is mighty!

Second Master is angry!

In response to that sentence: We are all brothers from all over the world.

At this time, people from the three eastern provinces were from Shandong, Henan, Tianjin, and even people from the capital.

There are many kinds of things, a mixture of fish and dragons.

In the evening, there was indeed a whole pig feast.

Going up the mountain to be a gangster means drinking wine and eating meat.

But in reality, the situation is far less optimistic. If you go up the mountain, you may not have meat to eat every day. It's okay to smash a loud kiln, but usually it's just a simple meal.

Not only is a lot of money in the hands of a few people, but if you have the money to go to the city to buy things, the journey is too long and inconvenient. The village even raises chickens, ducks and geese, relying on them to eat eggs and meat.

Bullets are not cheap either, so you can’t just shoot them casually. That is to say, the little goldfish takes action and does not waste bullets. Only when everyone gets the benefit of the doubt can they all make a killing.

If the second master is addicted to smoking and is unwilling to move, then he will not be able to invite this great god.

While they were drinking and eating meat happily, a group of people was approaching.

Originally, there was a local dog on the mountain, but later it was killed by someone unknown, and the culprit could not be found. Everyone just happily ate the dog meat. The boss said that he wanted to get another one to guard the gate and guard the courtyard, but before he could do this, he was touched up the mountain.