The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The term "Master" is mostly a monk's title and a monk's honorific title.

Zhao Chuanxin made up a random name.

The way he is dressed does not look like a Taoist priest. If he says that he is a magician, he is afraid that the other party will think that he is some evil way and will not understand.

You can't say you're a witch, can you?

Simply come to someone who is neither a monk, a Taoist, nor a witch.

Not long after, Mei Shunan came out to greet him in person.

Zhao Chuanxin's beard, which was previously unkempt, became much more pleasing to the eye after being trimmed by Gulizal.

The "smoky eye" is as heavy as the ash on the bottom of a pot.

When Mei Shunan saw it, his tiger body trembled - just looking at it was extraordinary.

"Master Yun Mao, please come in quickly."

Zhao Chuanxin held the scepter of redemption and nodded reservedly.

There were several other people in the reception room.

Mei Shunan introduced to Zhao Chuanxin: "This is Bayar Bol'e, and this is Taoist Xuancheng. This is Qimuge Bol'e, Bayar Bol'e's disciple."

Then he pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "This is Master Yun Mao."

"The three masters, after a long journey, arranged the food and drinks first, and took a day off today. They will go to see the foreigner Mahanda tomorrow, so they asked the three masters. They will be rewarded afterwards."

Taoist Xuancheng paused: "Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Bayarbo muttered something that Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand.

Taoist Xuancheng is more like a Taoist priest than Zhao Chuanxin. He has a long and slender beard, a high bun, and a fairy-like spirit.

Bayar has a slender forehead, a face full of flesh, and ridges and valleys. His face looks very menacing at first glance, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that he is actually very dull.

As for his apprentice, his facial features are interesting.

Aprons, short shirts, hats and gloves, belts, shavings and leather belts are all available, as well as leather drums and crow idols. On the front of his apron are two dragons, two tigers, a lizard and a frog.

As an apprentice, this outfit is more glamorous than that of the master.

The key was that face. Zhao Chuanxin recognized him as Japanese at a glance.

But it was not Matsuzaki Hoichi who had gone to He Huizhen's house before.

Zhao Chuanxin just finished his meal and followed the housekeeper back to the house to rest.

After the housekeeper left, Zhao Chuanxin went out, climbed to the roof, and looked around. After finding out the layout, he didn't make a fuss and slept soundly until night.

It's hard for him to be so leisurely when flying in the sky.

I'm afraid not many people can sleep so soundly in other people's homes.

In the evening, Zhao Chuanxin was led to dinner.

Taoist Xuancheng bowed his head at him. Bayar nodded, but Muge was arrogant and expressionless.

Zhao Chuanxin thought that if Christians pray before eating, other religions should also express it.

Therefore, before he sat down, he opened his arms and looked up to the sky and chanted: "Wind blows heavily to the east; fire is among the five elements; thunder comes with force; lightning flashes without a trace. The sky is also empty and the ground is empty. The life of the great spirit is so endless; the sun is also empty, the moon is also empty, the two rays are so clear that they condense the three palaces... Phew... Okay, let's eat."

After shouting for a while, I felt really refreshed.

Sure enough, praying over meals makes sense and makes people appetizing.

Mei Shunan, Taoist Xuancheng, Bayar Bo'e, Qimuge Bo'e and others who came to accompany him were dumbfounded.

Zhao Chuanxin was already showing off. After a long time, he realized that no one was using their chopsticks. He raised his head in surprise: "What are you looking at? How come you haven't heard of chanting a mantra? Come on, eat quickly. I don't think Magistrate Mei will give me extra food."

Mei Shunan: "..."

People who want face will suffer endless losses and have too many things to say in front of shameless people.

Mei Shunan, who could prey on the common people, was at a loss in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin greeted again: "Everyone, sit down and stop being heretics."

There was no food during the dinner, only food and wine. Zhao Chuanxin shouted to the steward: "Who is that? Serve noodles with no carbohydrates at all. How can I satisfy my hunger?"

The steward frequently winked at Mei Shunan, indicating that this person might be here to eat and drink.

Mei Shunan glared at him and signaled him to stay out of his own business.

Suckling, Zhao Chuanxin drank the last noodle soup base. After eating and drinking, he stood up and patted his belly and said: "You guys eat slowly and drink slowly. I will go back and recharge first. Tomorrow, we will do business. Don't worry, Magistrate Meixian." Well, I, Master Yunmao, have always had zero complaints and all good reviews, and I am famous for my ability to exorcise evil spirits and strengthen righteousness."

When Mei Shunan heard it, "zero complaints" and "all positive reviews" were all magical terms, and they were quite unfathomable.

Nod quickly.

It's a bit like being trapped in your IQ.

Just like some smart people in later generations were deceived, it's not that they never doubted it, but that they didn't want others to think that their IQ had been crushed, so they simply believed it to the end.

Zhao Chuanxin spread insect repellent powder in the room again, guarded the one-third of an acre of land where his quilt was, released paper pigs as guards, dipped the pillows in his hands and fell asleep again.

It’s been a long time since I slept so unscrupulously. Finally, the leisurely mood of the past has returned, and the dreams of spring are chasing the threads.

This directly leads to a serious consequence - falling into a sweet dream...

…

When Zhao Chuanxin left, Benjamin Goldberg was not idle either.

He ran to observe the people working for Tianshangfei.

He took a pen and paper to record the food intake and workload of these people every day, recorded the stinky water mixed with water left by Zhao Chuanxian, and the amount of water these people gave to the newly cut plants every day. Holding a ruler, he strictly recorded each How fast a plant grows in 24 hours, etc...

Gulizal thinks Xin Zhao's apprentice is weird.

Asked him, he just laughed and didn't answer.

In the evening, Benjamin Goldberg found Guo Tuwa and brought the account book to see the "wages" given to the people every day, that is, food.

He frowned and whispered to Guo Tuwa: "Tomorrow, you must do this and so and so... Don't resist, my master is the shopkeeper, and I am his direct disciple. What I say will fly in the sky!"

Guo Tuwa was honest and felt that what he said made sense, so he nodded in agreement.

After a day like this, in the morning, before the people were getting ready to work, Benjamin Goldberg clapped his hands and shouted, "Wait a minute."

Everyone was confused, and one man shook his head and wanted to leave.

Benjamin Goldberg came with the big-bodied and round-waisted Guo Tuwa.

Benjamin Goldberg gave Guo Tuwa a wink.

Guo Tuwa carried a stick as thick as a bowl and swung it with great force, making a group of people look pale.

Guo Tuwa was the villain. He yelled: "Stop, Dute, who dares to move? Don't blame me for not having eyes on the stick in my hand!"

They are a group of hungry people who are afraid of starving to death and fly to the sky just to eat. How can they dare to resist?

A group of swordsmen such as Liu Ai and Wang Changming also came to watch the fun. They each carried swords, which only made Benjamin Goldberg pretend to be more powerful.

At this time, Benjamin Goldberg started to become a celebrity. He complained: "Guo Tuwa, look, you scared them. Remember, our teacher... ah no, it's our flying master in the sky. Conquer people with virtue.

Okay, everyone.

I am the personal disciple of Shopkeeper Zhao.

From today on, I will direct your work. "

A man muttered: "Do you still need to give instructions when doing work?"

Benjamin Goldberg quickly winked at Guo Tuwa. Guo Tuwa didn't see it, but Liu Ai was so excited that he kicked Guo Tuwa from behind.

Guo Tuwa hit the stick on the rocky road and made a "bang" sound.

The man trembled with fright.

This dark man's face was full of flesh and his eyes were like copper bells. He was really scary.

Seeing that no one dared to say anything, Benjamin Goldberg nodded with satisfaction: "Liu Ai, you divide the men, women and children into three teams. The men cut the grass and transport it, the women make cuttings, and the children water it. It doesn't matter if they can't carry the bucket. , you only need to draw water from your own water bag, water twenty seedlings in each bag, and move forward in line..."

Men are careless, women are careful. So men cut the grass and women take cuttings.

The children are weak but have flexible legs and feet, and are responsible for watering.

Benjamin Goldberg was meticulous about everything and organized and divided the work.

However, these people were not very smart, and Liu Ai had never learned arithmetic, so they were in a hurry.

Liu Ai complained: "Look, the sun is getting high today, and you haven't started yet. When shopkeeper Zhao comes back, you will be scolded for your nonsense!"

"Haha, my master is so used to me that he won't say anything even if I tear the sky apart." Benjamin Goldberg said confidently.

Liu Ai had nothing to say.

After half a morning of tossing and tossing, I finally started to get down to business.

Gulizar has been watching curiously and finds it very interesting.

In the past, these people did their own work, cutting a bundle of grass, cutting it, and watering it, with their children helping.

It seems orderly, but the daily workload is limited.

But after Benjamin Goldberg made such a fuss and continued to adjust, he almost finished the whole day's work in half a morning.

Because everyone is focused on their work, there is no need to be distracted by division of labor.

Gulizal asked: "We usually need to water a lot of water. Can the grassland survive with only a small amount of water?"

Benjamin Goldberg took out some pieces of paper with diagrams drawn on them: “In fact, poverty has traps.

You see, both plant growth speed and manpower have limits.

Desert vegetation is cold-resistant and drought-resistant. According to my records, no matter how much fertilizer liquid is poured into it, it cannot grow indefinitely.

The same is true for manpower. They do work hard every day. The Chinese people are the most diligent people I have ever seen, but they waste a lot of time traveling back and forth.

As far as I know, if people struggling on the poverty line increase their daily energy intake from food by 10%, their productivity can increase by up to 4%. The grain Guo Tuwa distributed to them was enough to feed them two meals a day, which would not significantly increase productivity.

Therefore, even if food distribution is increased, the relationship between their energy intake and productivity will definitely not be an S-shaped curve, but an inverse L-shaped curve. To increase productivity at this time, assembly line coordination is required..."

Several charts clearly show the relationship between the growth rate of plants and the stinking liquid, as well as the relationship between manpower and intake, distribution of human work, etc.

Gulizar didn't know what to do.

Guo Tuwa said worriedly: "Then we have done more work today than usual, do we need to distribute more food? We don't have much food."

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head: "In my wandering observations, I found that when people get rid of the poverty of starving to death, they may not just buy the food that can provide the most energy, but be keen on delicious food, otherwise they will feel resentful. …”

Homesteaders who need to be self-sufficient may continue to live frugally. But this is especially true for workers.

But even the poorest people still have to have toothpastes from time to time.

Therefore, the advice given by Benjamin Goldberg is not to add snacks in the evening, but to give some oil and water...

Although everyone felt that the shopkeeper's apprentice seemed too smart to be understood, they were still skeptical...