The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Sheng Enyi was only a teenager at this time. Although he had not yet developed the spendthrift and extravagant temperament of later generations, he was often arrogant.

There is no way, my family is too rich.

Even though he admired his father very much, he had never been interested in such dry preaching.

This prodigal son, who later became famous, was not in charge at this time and had no capital to spend money. He could only pretend to listen to the teachings.

His eyes were just wandering and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing him like this, how could Sheng Xuanhuai, who is as smart as a human being, not know?

He sighed: "Hey, I hope you can travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books, which can sharpen your temperament."

Sheng Enyi said, "Oh, oh, yes, it all depends on father, uh uh..."

After a long while, when Sheng Xuanhuai stopped preaching, Sheng Enyi asked curiously: "Father, I heard you and mother say that the reason why you went to Hankou is because the Japanese are afraid of Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Not necessarily." Sheng Xuanhuai slapped the railing: "Zhao Chuanxin made a fuss at the British Consulate in Shanghai about forcibly seizing the mineral rights in Shanxi. Japan's Mitsui and other consortiums are naturally worried that the same thing will happen to the iron ore in Hankou. Therefore, they repeatedly urged their father to rush there as soon as possible. After all, a new furnace has been purchased, and the only thing left to do is to establish a new company."

In fact, most of the sovereignty of the Daye Iron Mine has been lost, and it is all in the hands of the Japanese.

Sheng Enyi asked: "Father, why do we need to borrow money from the Japanese? Why can't we make money ourselves?"

"The whole story and the entanglement of interests are difficult to explain in a few words. In the future, you will understand when you grow up."

Sheng Enyi hated this sentence and hated that everything had to wait until he grew up.

…

Also traveling thousands of miles, Benjamin Goldberg's approach is very different from Sheng Enyi's.

Not only did he have to make a fire, but he also had to wash vegetables in the water on a cold day, making his hands turn red from the cold.

Abao saw Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian busy at work, setting up copper pots, cutting meat, and making sauces. When she smelled the aroma of hot pot in the cool open air, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Zhao Chuanxin lay leisurely on the recliner as usual, watching Abao dazed on the spot, and couldn't help but said: "Oh, if I watch others busy and just wait to eat, then I will be so ashamed that I die. I really deserve to die."

Abao: "..."

She walked over silently and helped with the work.

She snatched the kitchen knife from Benjamin Goldberg's hand, aggressively...

Compared with Benjamin Goldberg, who was clumsy in his knife skills, Abao's knife skills were so good. The potatoes were cut into thin slices in an instant, thin and even.

It seems that he is using his craftsmanship to protest against the squeeze on Zhao Chuanxin.

After finishing cleaning up quickly, Abao threw the kitchen knife on the vegetable pile and stood messy in the wind again, with a heavy "hum" in his nose.

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, the little widow was not convinced.

He asked: "Little widow, what do you think of me? Generally, whenever someone says something bad about me, I will go crazy and have to kill... Oh, far away, what do you think of me? "

Abao: "..."

I don't want to die, and I don't want to act against my conscience, so I can only shut up.

Seeing her silence, Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "Little widow, how is your butt?"

Abao's face turned red, he was ashamed and angry, and he really wanted to stab Zhao Chuanxin to death with a sword.

She still didn't speak.

The ingredients were finally ready and the meat started to be cooked.

Zhao Yixian and Benjamin Goldberg were holding chopsticks, as nervously preparing as two players on a basketball court waiting for the referee to blow the whistle.

When the pot boiled again and Zhao Chuanxin took the first chopstick, their chopsticks were like sharp knives coming out of their sheaths, 歘昘昘...

Abao: "..."

Okay, okay, you guys are here, right?

Abao, who has practiced swordplay since childhood, uses chopsticks as swords - drawing, bringing, lifting, blocking, collapsing, stirring, pressing...

The two of them were instantly disgraced.

Until Zhao Chuanxin met and put a pile of beef into the pot, Abao snatched it inertly. The beef was extremely tough. She pinched it and found that it was tightly clamped by Zhao Chuanxin and could not be shaken at all.

She tried again, but it still didn't move.

For a moment, she gave up and watched Zhao Chuanxin wait until the beef was cooked, then put out the dipping sauce together.

Haha, no one else can take my meat away even if it hasn’t reached my mouth!

After eating beef, I ordered noodles.

Po saw that the noodles were hard and twisted into a ball.

After putting it in the pot, it will soften after being put in water for a while.

She didn't say much. First of all, Zhao Chuanxin was extremely evil, and his apprentice, Benjamin Goldberg, a little foreign devil, didn't look like a good person.

Zhao Yixian was a little slippery, but at least he had no quarrel with her.

So Abao talked to Zhao Yixian: "Why are the noodles made like this?"

Zhao Yixian peeked at Zhao Chuanxin and found that he didn't express anything, so he said: "It's not easy to travel around the world. You often have to sleep in the wild. Noodles are not easy to carry and are perishable. Once the noodles are ready, roll them into a ball and shape them. After it is dried and fried, once the oil is gone, it can be stored for a long time even in the humid south."

Abao was surprised and said: "This method is very good. The person who came up with such a method must be a talented person."

Zhao Yixian nuzzled his lips towards Zhao Chuanxin: "It's far away in the sky but close in front of you."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Little widow, don't worship me."

Abao stopped talking, lowered his head and ate fiercely.

Zhao Chuanxin said in surprise: "Mugwort, little widow. You don't have a big belly, how can you pack it in so well? How much memory is it, 512G?"

Benjamin Goldberg: "Master, what the G?"

After all, Abao's face was tender, so he blushed a little and put down his chopsticks: "I'm full."

Benjamin Goldberg: "Great, I don't have any creeps trying to grab my noodles anymore."

Zhao Chuanxin clicked his tongue and said, "The young man didn't know how good the widow was and mistook the noodles for a treasure."

Finally, Abao couldn't stand being squeezed by his master and his disciples: "Cheng Kun, I advise you to be virtuous with your words, otherwise you will go to tongue-pulling hell after death."

"Bah, why should I, Cheng Kun, be afraid?"

When Benjamin Goldberg heard Zhao Chuanxin calling himself Cheng Kun, he chuckled, but was choked and coughed.

After coughing to regain his breath, he took a sip of tea from the coconut shell bowl and said, "Master, how about we imitate the hero of the Water Margin and rob the rich and give to the poor along the way. As it happens, this woman is a robber. I think she is quite authoritative in all aspects." "

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him: "What the hell are you talking about as a robber? They worked for several years and only saved 30,000 to 20,000 yuan. How much is your generous youth hourly salary worth? You can't belittle yourself like this as a human being."

Abao was almost confused by the connotation of master and disciple.

Zhao Yixian is Anle.

Finally, there was someone who could share the firepower of his master and apprentice for him.

…

After eating, continue on your way.

Benjamin Goldberg drove, and the wise Zhao Yixian showed the way.

Zhao Chuanxin and Abao were crowded in the back row.

Abao was a little nervous next to Zhao Chuanxin, but she was relieved when she found that Zhao Chuanxin just closed his eyes and ignored her.

Zhao Chuanxin is still thinking about ways to control the old sacred fire.

Strange to say, since the old sacred fire has already chosen its owner, why can't it be used by him?

Driving all the way until the sun was setting, Benjamin Goldberg suddenly stopped the car: "Master, there is a seller of wind geese over there. I think it should be delicious. Let's buy two and try them."

Zhao Chuanxin opened the door and got out of the car.

This is the bustling downtown area of ​​Changzhou Prefecture.

As soon as we got off the bus, a busker holding a banner came up to us and said, "Your Excellency, please buy two Dali Pills!"

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned, took off his knitted hat, and imitated a busker's sneaky approach: "Huh? Ant-Man Power Pills? I've taken these. I have two Vajra Pills here. You can take two pills at night, secretly. Become stronger……"

As he spoke, two dark brown hawthorn pills appeared in his palm.

The busker was dumbfounded. He looked at Zhao Chuanxin's shiny bald head under his hat and thought it was bad luck. He turned out to be a monk or a fellow trader.

He spat, turned and walked away.

Today, Abao has experienced many things. The old man died, and his subordinates died in droves. He should have been extremely sad.

But somehow, Zhao Chuanxin made her want to laugh.

Zhao Chuanxin went to buy Feng Ge.

The shopkeeper asked jokingly: "Do monks also eat meat?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised a single palm: "Amitabha, the Buddha passed through the intestines, and the wine and meat remained in the heart. If people in the world learn from me, they will be happy everywhere."

The shopkeeper's smile froze and he scratched his head: "Is that so?"

Abao couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud.

After laughing, I felt sorry for the deceased and quickly suppressed my smile.

In this way, the red lips will change and the mouth shape will be wonderful.

Zhao Chuanxin said in shock: "Ah, look at your mouth, it's harder to press than the muzzle of a poor monk's Madsen machine gun! What happened, did you get stung by a wasp?"

Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian laughed wildly.

Po was so embarrassed that he dug his toes on the ground. Fortunately, his feet were not bound when he was a child, otherwise he would have broken his bones on the spot.

Feng Ge wrapped two of them in paper, and Zhao Chuanxin said: "Hurry up and eat while walking, and go to the next county to stay overnight before it gets dark."

After getting in the car, Zhao Chuanxin broke off two goose legs and gave them to his apprentice and Zhao Yixian respectively, while he broke off the goose wings.

But not to Abao.

The goose meat is white and tender, smooth, fragrant, fat but not greasy, tender and delicious, and has a unique taste of straw.

However, Zhao Chuanxin was still chewing on Ah Bao, took out the silver wine flask and took a sip: "Well, the poor monk substituted wine for tea, and meat instead of vegetables. It is a sign of respect to eat first."

Abao: "..."

She has a well-proportioned body but a big appetite. Originally, I ate less at noon because Zhao Chuanxin teased me.

I was a little hungry at this time.

She wanted to hold back her drool, but it was difficult.

Zhao Chuanxin chewed the bones until they were crunchy, stretched his head over and asked Abao: "Little widow, you are not greedy at all, are you?"

Abao swore that he had never hated anyone so much in his life, really.

The sound of chewing goose wings and the aroma of goose meat drove her crazy.

These three people, if nothing else, are definitely foodies.

She turned away.

Zhao Chuanxin broke off a piece of breast, passed it around Abao's cheek, and handed it to her nose: "Does it smell good?"

Abao finally broke out: "Stop the car, I want to get out of the car, I want to grab another one..."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled and stuffed the goose breast into her mouth, blocking the second half of her words.

Abao chewed fiercely.

The car arrived at the next market town, and Benjamin Goldberg parked the car outside an inn.

As soon as he got off the bus, Benjamin Goldberg saw a slope in front of the inn, paved with stone bricks, flat and long.

He said: "Master, please take out my skateboard. This is a suitable place for skateboarding."

Zhao Chuanxin casually took out the skateboard made for him on the ship when he returned from the United States.

Benjamin Goldberg stepped on his skateboard and slid smoothly down the slope with a little force.

Benjamin Goldberg yelled and had a great time.

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that there was another treasure in the secret realm - the Misty Traveler.

He never knew what the Misty Traveler was for, and originally planned to wait for Nikola Tesla to come to China and let him study it.

At this time, seeing Benjamin Goldberg skating very happily, Zhao Chuanxin also took out the Misty Traveler and prepared to try skating on the slope.

At this moment, the old sacred fire in his consciousness suddenly started to tremble...