The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Maybe he had not drank, but the high-alcohol Kvass made Gulizal stagger a little while dancing, and he fell down towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out to catch her and slapped her butt hard.

"Snapped!"

"If you don't obey me, little bastard, I won't hurt you!"

Gulizar frowned and said, "My toe hurts, can you cure it?"

Zhao Chuanxin put down his wine glass and helped her to the bathroom.

After he left, Wang Erdan secretly poured himself some kvass from Zhao Chuanxin's cup and took half a sip. Wang Erdan's eyes widened...

When he came to the bathroom, Gulizal suddenly said: "I'll give you something."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the shelf and said, "Let me give you a few pieces of soap first. I just bought them from Lanzhou. Jasmine, rose, and osmanthus soap. They are made by Lanzhou Prefecture Spice Factory."

With that said, he packed up a few pieces of soap on the shelf and handed them to Gulizar.

When Gulizar saw it, his smile was a little forced.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "What do you want to give me?"

"No, it's nothing..."

"Don't hesitate."

Gulizal shyly took out two black lumps and lowered his head.

Zhao Chuanxin took it and took a look, and immediately understood.

"Kucha pancake, right?" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said, "This is a good thing. It's made of mutton fat. I'll accept it."

Because the appearance was not good, it was dwarfed by the soaps bought by Zhao Chuanxin, which made Gulizar feel a little inferior.

But in this world, things don’t only have to be good if they look good.

At least Zhao Chuanxin thinks mutton fat pancake is better than sheep pancreas pancreas.

After hearing what Zhao Chuanxian said, Gulizal raised his head and said, "Really? As long as you like it."

"You take a shower while I relax outside. Don't fall asleep."

The bathroom was unlocked, and Zhao Chuanxin planned to press the latch later.

Zhao Chuanxin put down a new pair of cotton slippers on the shelf and went out.

After Gulizar finished washing, Zhao Chuanxin helped her limp back to the bedroom, and everyone in the restaurant winked and whispered to each other.

Wang Erdan said to Li Jiangong obscenely: "Miracle Doctor Zhao can live a carefree and comfortable life in the desert. He has good wine and meat, and the fragrance in the hot house is enviable."

Jin Xiang next to him looked a little lonely after hearing this.

As early as on the post road, when I first saw this girl, I felt that she was beautiful and refined, which was very suitable for me...

Gulizal lay on the kang and stretched out his feet.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and said: "Pulling in the nails cannot reach the level of paronychia."

He used to be a regular customer for pedicures, and he also liked to watch videos on paronychia and cow hoof repairs to help him sleep.

The more you see it, the more you will understand it at a glance.

"What ditch?" Gulizar didn't understand.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her breasts: "Marinaya Trench, don't move, I'll fix it for you."

How did she get this disease?

It's probably because the toenails were not trimmed in time, coupled with a long winter of recuperation, and long-distance running in the cold, the toenails became inflamed.

Zhao Chuanxin took out an elbow nail clipper and helped her cut off the pointed part next to her big finger.

For the first time in his life, Gulizal had his feet held by another man. His body was trembling as if there was an electric shock.

"Don't move. Cut off a piece of flesh and you'll howl."

After trimming all the nails that might cause pain, Zhao Chuanxin said, "Stand up and try."

Gulizar gave it a try: "It really doesn't hurt anymore..."

"Haha, give me another daily care set."

Elbow nail clippers, ear picks.

They are all handmade gadgets by him.

Gulizal never said thank you.

Maybe I don't have that concept.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his watch, stood up and said, "I'm going out to sow some seeds. You can go to sleep."

"No..." Gulizal quickly put on his slippers: "I'll go with you."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her and walked out.

The cotton slippers Gulizal wore were too big, so she was walking instead of walking.

Passing by the restaurant, everyone saw the two of them neatly dressed. It turned out that nothing happened.

After going out, there was yellow sand everywhere outside.

Gulizal took a few steps, and sand poured into his slippers.

She fell down, took two steps and fell down again, but was hotly pursued.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped, waited for her to approach, bent down slightly, moved his right hand back, and pushed her onto her back.

Behind him, Gulizal said in his ear: "Tell me a story."

The starry sky in the desert is very bright, perhaps because there are not many factors to distract people's attention, making people more eager to look up. .

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the stars in the sky and said as he walked: "Let me tell you a story about a yellow man asking for a title."

His voice was low, matching the howling wind in the desert, and when he said it: "Do you think I look like a human or a god..."

Obviously, Gulizar trembled on his back.

After telling the story, Gulizal felt lingering fears and became nauseous. She deliberately held her throat and blew into Zhao Chuanxin's ear: "Do you think I am a human or a god?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Can you speak English?"

Gulizar: "Huh?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Look, if someone asks you this, if you reply like this, it will be solved immediately."

Gulizar also laughed, feeling that the night style in the desert was particularly pleasant.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the greenhouse to get the seeds and found that Gulizar was not afraid of the smell of the liquid at all.

He put on his mud trowel gloves, stepped on the Misty Traveler, and said, "Hold on to me."

He moved his hand away from Gulizar's butt, and while running wildly, he reversed the operation to refine the sand.

After three back and forth steps, he created a passage five meters wide and more than twenty meters long.

Then sow the seeds.

After sprinkling, do the fourth pass of powdering.

When the operation is reversed, the sand will roll over just enough to bury the seeds.

Gulizar hugged his neck tightly, feeling the lightning-fast pleasure.

"Don't spread too much. It would be terrible if you don't survive."

He poured the smelly liquid into the channel again.

"What will happen when the seeds run out?" Gulizal's family only grazes cattle and does not cultivate the land. They are not good at sowing.

“When the seeds are used up, take cuttings.”

"What is a cutting?"

"Just break off the branches and insert them into the soil."

“Why do branches still grow when they are broken?”

"Because you talk too much."

"Can you tell me another story?"

"I'll just tell you one thing about this. Telling it too much will make people laugh."

"Why the joke?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin took her to the toilet and then went back to sleep.

This bedroom actually belonged to Zhao Chuanxin.

The bedroom window faces south, and the kang's head is originally in the west and its feet are in the east, but Gulizar had to turn it around, so that his head is in the east and his feet are in the east.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Go to sleep."

About to go out.

Gulizal said: "I'm afraid."

"Then take courage."

"Don't leave."

"You're going to use this to test the shopkeeper, right?"

Is Zhao Chuanxin a habitual person?

He took off his clothes immediately.

One piece after another, until only the boxers were left.

Gulizal looked at him covered in tattoos and was shocked: "What are you going to do?"

"sleep."

Gulizar is actually very ignorant, and what bad intentions could Shopkeeper Zhao have?

…

Morrison should have left Lanzhou a long time ago. It was precisely because he met Zhao Chuanxin that day that he asked around for this Taoist priest. He visited the Taoist temples around him and still could not find him.

Finally, he went to Peng Yingjia for help: "This Taoist priest has short hair, wears a single-layer green robe in cold weather, is tall, has a thick beard, speaks and behaves informally, and knows how to shrink the ground into an inch... General Manager Peng, Do you know where there is such a Taoist priest in Lanzhou Prefecture?"

Peng Yingjia hesitated to speak, and finally said: "When you find him, remember to let me know."

"..." Morrison couldn't laugh or cry: "Is it possible that General Manager Peng is also looking for him?"

"Haha... It's hard to find a good friend." Peng Yingjia told him what happened on the bank of the Yellow River that day: "This man has extraordinary vision and knowledge. Shaanxi and Gansu are in need of such talented people."

Morrison shrugged: "General Manager Peng doesn't even know, so I have to continue westward and visit Liangzhou, Ganzhou and Suzhou."

He originally wanted to spend a year and a half inspecting western China.

This is the scheduled route.

Peng Yingjia thought for a while and said: "This person has strong ambitions, but his methods are also violent. He will take action if he disagrees with him. I guess he is not an unknown person. Mr. Morrison will definitely find his traces."

"By your auspicious words, this Taoist priest is the most wonderful experience I have had on my journey to the west..."