The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Just after making the last call to Hankou, there was a sudden noise outside the office door.

Before Zhao Chuanxin could say anything, Zhao Xilong, who had just been promoted to the office, dragged his fat body and trotted out to check the situation.

There was something special about this person. Many people that day either remained silent or stood behind Lin Guijun and colluded with him. When Yu Baotou was in trouble, he gave him a wink, and Yu Baotou "abandoned the darkness and turned to the light."

Naturally, the choice of Yu Bituou was insignificant to Zhao Chuanxin, but Zhao Xilong's calmness and foresight caught Zhao Chuanxin's eye, and he was promoted to the official office to wait for orders.

Zhao Xilong's low and penetrating scolding came from outside.

Zhao Chuanxin was not wearing a green shirt today. His upper body was a French dark brown twill canvas work suit. It had no wrinkles or any complicated designs. It focused on simplicity. There were three pockets on the chest and hem, which contained his cigars, cigarettes and matches.

Wearing a pair of overalls on his legs and a pair of work boots, he looked very much like the Bureau of Mines.

He held a cigarette between his fingers and leaned back on the chair. He was thinking about the location of the upcoming battle and didn't pay much attention to the movement outside.

When Zhao Xilong came back, he told him: "Mr. Zhao, Lin Guijun's family is making a fuss outside. They brought a newspaper writer and threatened to expose Mr. Zhao's disregard for human life to the public."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes moved and he stood up and went out.

The sky was sunny yesterday, but today it is covered with dark clouds, and it is even drizzling with a slanting wind.

A group of people bathed in the wind and rain, which seemed even more tragic.

Among the visitors was an old lady with pale and sparse hair, her forehead exposed due to her forehead trimming.

Behind her is a middle-aged woman supporting her, who must be Lin Guijun's wife.

In addition, there is a little girl who timidly reveals half of her head behind the woman.

These three men, wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, are like the sharp edges of arrows, standing at the front.

There are many men and women outside, I don’t know if they are neighbors or what.

Among them, a thin man with a cigarette roll between his fingers and a numb neck, and a middle-aged man wearing myopia glasses were closest to them.

Zhao Xilong opened his umbrella. He had to hold it high to cover Zhao Chuanxin from the rain.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped into the rain curtain, glanced confusedly, took a puff of cigarette and asked, "What's the fuss about?"

The old lady at the front started to howl at the top of her lungs: "My son, you died so miserably..."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned and saw a fat pig tied up in the yard.

He came to the pig, leaned over and patted the pig's head: "Don't worry, Big Fatty, today, I will definitely arrange everything for you from head to toe."

The fat pig backed away uneasily.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and suddenly took out his Miao knife.

The blade broke through the rain curtain and chopped the wind.

Uh-huh...

When the knife falls, the pig's head falls off.

Pig blood spattered and fell into the courtyard, mixing with the rain.

It takes a lot of strength to do this.

Zhao Chuanxin was holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding a Miao knife, and said to Zhao Xilong who rushed over to hold an umbrella: "Go and tell the chef to get rid of this fat pig. The fat intestines must be washed clean, don't be stingy with salt, and scrub carefully, as long as I If they find something dirty, they will kill the cook and his entire family.”

"..."

A group of people in the yard retreated in unison.

It’s not like I’ve never seen pigs killed before.

But Zhao Chuanxin killed the pig so neatly without changing his expression, and even threatened to kill the cook and his family if he couldn't get it right.

The murderous look made everyone shudder.

The old woman didn't dare to cry anymore, and the little girl was so scared that she hid behind her mother.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin seemed to suddenly remember the people in front of him, turned around and asked in confusion: "By the way, what are you doing?"

The old woman murmured nothing.

The neighbors, relatives and friends who came to support the scene did not dare to argue.

With one strike, the noisy and chaotic scene was immediately stopped.

The thin man, who was as thin as a hemp pole, shook his head and stepped forward, held up his melon-skin hat and said: "I am the local Zhengbaiqi of Luanzhou..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin stroked his thick hair back: "What flag?"

"S-white flag!"

Zhao Chuanxin carried the Miao knife and came to Shoumagan: "Let me give you a suggestion, have you seen this knife? If you take the initiative to wipe it on your neck, believe me, you will save a few years of detours."

"Why, why, why?" Shoumagan looked at the bloody blade and asked nervously.

"You fucking smoke, you won't live for a few more years, how about you just hit the road early?" Zhao Chuanxin stared at the other party with pity.

Shoumagan's body was already empty, and now he didn't even have the courage to look Zhao Chuanxin in the eye. He lowered his head in fear and didn't dare to help.

Zhao Chuanxin spat on the frayed toe of his skinny toe, then pulled him forward and came to the so-called newspaper writer wearing glasses, staring straight at him.

The editor of the newspaper was stared at with fury.

But Zhao Chuanxin still didn't speak.

The newspaper's chief writer sneered dryly: "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, could it be that I have grains of rice on my face? Why are you staring at me?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Are you making a fucking staff? You know you have rice grains on your face and you still ask?"

The newspaper editor scratched his face in shock, and there was actually a grain of rice stuck to it.

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin handed the Miao Dao to Zhao Xilong, and Zhao Xilong picked it up. It was very heavy and easy to release.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the little girl hiding behind her mother and asked her: "Girl, what is your name?"

The little girl timidly raised her head. She had just realized that this man was very cruel, but now he had an inexplicable and friendly temperament, which was very strange.

Lao Zhao has an innate magical ability, and the children feel kind to him.

"My name is Lin Lingyu." The little girl's eyes were quite big, showing the aura of a southerner.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "The sky is dark, the sky is dark, and the east wind is carrying the rain of gods. You see, your name is very suitable for the occasion."

Isn't it raining at this time? It's neither cold nor hot nor impatient, as if the gods intended it.

The little girl and her mother were a little nervous, and wanted to hide her daughter behind her, far away from this fierce look, but she didn't dare to move rashly, so she stood frozen on the spot for a while.

The original thought of having fun and rolling around was suppressed after Zhao Chuanxin cut off the pig's head with a knife.

The little girl was still very confused and didn't know why she came here today. Her fear of Zhao Chuanxin was slightly reduced, she smiled a little, and said with crooked eyebrows: "My dad believes in Jesus, and he even named me a My nickname is Angel."

The nickname Angel is not strange at all in this era. In fact, it is not unusual in the 21st century, because some people still call An Zhula despicable.

The girl's mother seemed to be touched and began to wipe her tears, but she did not dare to cry loudly.

Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile, "Do you know what a real angel looks like?"

"I don't know." Lin Lingyu shook his head, his braid swaying in the rain.

"The real appearance of an angel is that it has eyes all over its body and a pair of feather wings hanging from its back. Just imagine it."

Lin Lingyu's eyes widened: "Wow, that's scary. Then I won't call you Angel again."

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette ashes: "Okay, big eyes."

Lin Lingyu: "..."

She burst out laughing.

With an innocent laugh, the frozen atmosphere relaxed.

Suddenly there was a bag in Zhao Chuanxin's hand. He shook it and there was a rattling sound inside.

He handed the bag to the little girl, who took it with difficulty.

Just as she was about to open it, Zhao Chuanxin took out a candy ball and stuffed it into her mouth.

But you can't open it now, as it will easily attract attention.

Zhao Xilong over there saw it clearly.

Lin Lingyu's eyes lit up.

Zhao Chuanxin took out two more oil paper bags, which were filled with local specialty chess sesame cakes. They were tied with a rope and placed on Lin Lingyu's slender shoulders: "These sesame cakes are so sweet and tight that even Cixi, the old and immortal, will eat them." Yes, enough for you to eat for several days."

Lin Lingyu thought it was too heavy at first, but when he heard it, he beamed and immediately felt endless energy.

But no matter whether it was the big smoker with the white flag, the newspaper chief writer, or someone who had heard of Zhao Chuanxin's name, after being reminded intentionally or unintentionally, it was only then that he remembered that the person in front of him had bombarded the Forbidden City.

A ruthless person who doesn't even care about Cixi would care whether they come to cause trouble?

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt into the rain and turned to face the neighbors and friends: "What, you guys also want to eat chess piece sesame cakes? The one next door to Spicy doesn't have any sesame cakes, but the peanuts have just been taken out of the arsenal, and they are still wearing protective clothing. Do you want to taste the smell of rusty oil?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd was in an uproar and rushed out.

He was gone in an instant.

When Lin Lingyu's mother and grandmother saw this, they no longer dared to act recklessly. Besides, they knew that there was money in the bag.

So he picked up Lin Lingyu and the money bag, and trotted unsteadily through the rain.

Those little feet are so twitchy that it’s hard to believe that they can run so neatly.

Lin Lingyu was on her mother's back, making faces at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly.

At this time, Zhou Xuexi, who heard the news, hurriedly ran out: "Lin Guijun's family is making trouble? Where are they?"

Zhao Xilong smiled bitterly: "General Manager Zhou, all the people have fled..."

He was eloquent and his voice was magnetic, and he told the story again.

Zhou Xuexi slapped his thigh: "Uncle, I still have a way. Give me a sweet date with a slap in the face, kindness and power are the king's way!"

"I don't know if the king is king or not, but as a qualified outsider, my uncle must teach you that if you don't quickly find someone to clean up this fat pig, it will cover its chest." Zhao Chuanxin said, looking at the fat pig with its head and body separated.

"..."

So a group of people got busy in the rain.

Zhao Chuanxin ordered: "Remember to wash the fat intestines."

Zhao Xilong hesitated and asked, "Mr. Zhao, are you going to kill the cook and his whole family if you can't clean it thoroughly?"

"Zhuo, you are so inhumane. You have the nerve to say such cold-blooded things."

"..." Zhao Xilong even doubted whether he heard it wrong at that time.

Zhao Chuanxin added: "Remember to save some tenderloin and some plum meat."

The chef of the Bureau of Mines is also very talented.

Like all the local chefs in Luanzhou, they are masters of Cantonese cuisine, served Cixi’s family portrait dinner, and even Li Hongzhang would rave about the Tianjin Wei dumplings when he tasted them. Yuan Datou, the chef of the Mining Bureau, was the one who had the most success. In Tianjin Wei, I conquered Yuan Datou's taste buds with an elbow.

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the kitchen and said that he wanted to prepare two dishes by himself, the chef expressed his aggrievement: "Mr. Zhao, you are too trustworthy. Why do you need to do it?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhao Chuanxin took off his work clothes, and the muscles of his arms stretched out his short T-shirt: "When Zhu Chongba was a monk, he ate the hotpot pork and flavored pork I made. Two of my teeth are stuck, and I can’t say enough to praise it—it’s just the taste outside our customs, so authentic!”

The cook was shocked.

I blanch it, but I never thought that the king of porcelain in the world of chefs would still have to be Mr. Zhao. Even Zhu Yuanzhang has become an outsider to you, right?

Asking the cook to help him, Zhao Chuanxin began to operate.

Whether you have cooking skills or not, an expert will take action.

A good cook prepares the ingredients first.

Zhao Chuanxin first prepared the sauce and cut the meat. It was time to marinate and marinate. Shred the ginger and cut the green onion into sections, cut the pepper into small pieces...

In terms of knife skills, the chef couldn't fault him at all. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Yes, a capable person can do anything. Mr. Zhao, you are in trouble."

Even though he couldn't understand it at the moment, he still stared at it, blatantly stealing from his teacher.

He even asked: "What kind of powder is this powder?"

"Allspice."

"What's in allspice?"

"Panthoxylum bungeanum, cinnamon, star anise, cloves, fennel seeds, dried ginger, cardamom, licorice, pepper, tangerine peel..."

The cook's brain capacity was insufficient, and he said confusedly: "Isn't it five-spice? This must be thirteen-spice, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Oh, then you can call it Thirteen Fragrances. Remember, it's Zhao Chuanxin Thirteen Fragrances."

My heart said, Lao Wangtou, please step back a little.

Coat it in flour, fry it in a wide frying pan, and fry it repeatedly.

The cook asked again: "Is it fried repeatedly to make it crispy and non-sticky?"

It is also fried, but Zhao Chuanxin uses two kinds of meat, one is plum meat with alternate fat and thin, and the other is completely lean tenderloin.

The plum meat is made into flavored meat, and the tenderloin is made into pot dumpling meat.

After it was out of the pot, Zhao Chuanxin took a piece of each and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well, not bad."

The cook couldn't wait to try it, his eyes lit up: "It's interesting. Mr. Zhao has a big mouth and eats everywhere. These two dishes are the only ones I've seen in my life. Wasn't it created by Mr. Zhao?"

In fact, he may not really like it, the key is to support this person.

"Haha, except for neither suffering nor suffering, I will eat everything else." Zhao Chuanxin loaded the plates separately and walked out with them.

Some ethnic groups only eat cattle and sheep, and people who eat pork will say that they have a strong smell; ethnic groups that eat pork, and people who eat cattle and sheep will say that they are smelly.

Zhao Chuanxin ate a lot, and he didn't know whether he was smelly or smelly.

The cook shouted from behind: "Mr. Zhao, what are these two dishes called?"

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to take it for himself and called Zhao Chuanxin Guobaorou or Zhao Chuanxin Flavored Meat. Later, he felt it was indecent and seemed to be scolding himself.

"Pork wrapped in pot, flavorful meat."

Finally gave up.

Brought to the restaurant, Zhou Xuexixi was chatting with Zhao Xilong and others. There was only a plate of peanuts in front of him.

Zhou Xuexi actually bought peanuts with the money Zhao Chuanxin gave him.

When the pot-roasted meat and flavored meat were served, Zhao Chuanxin sat down and said, "Come on, come on, come and eat while it's hot, one piece for each person."

Everyone else was reserved, but two smart people, Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong, were unceremonious.

Chinese people pay a lot of attention to etiquette. There are rules for what to eat, where to sit, and where to sit. Guests and hosts have their own rules.

But Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong already knew Zhao Chuanxin thoroughly. As long as they didn't offend, they didn't need to be polite, and they had to be different when dealing with strange people.

Sure enough, they tasted it unceremoniously, and Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

"Sweet and sour!"

"Crispy, salty and sweet, with rich layers."

Others saw it and tried it too.

Two plates of meat were all gone in a blink of an eye.

The last manager of Kao Gongfang wanted to pick up the last two pieces on the plate, but Zhao Chuanxin took off his chopsticks first and took them away: "It's nothing. Nothing can be as hot as what you eat."

The man grabbed his chopsticks and took them back angrily. Seeing that others were eating deliciously, he felt very regretful.

Zhao Chuanxin got closer to everyone with just two dishes.

He laughed and cursed, but there was no trace of the airs of the superior.

Zhao Chuanxin found that some management in Guangdong were incompatible with everyone.

This was the sequelae of Zhao Chuanxin killing Lin Guijun, and they were somewhat isolated.

Others thought that Zhao Chuanxin had a problem with this group.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin just didn't want to see the Mining Bureau become bigger and have to divide into factions and fight with each other. In addition, Lin Guijun looked at the dishes and thought that he was easier to bully than foreigners. In fact, he lit a lantern in the toilet - seeking death.

It has nothing to do with them themselves.

On the contrary, those in coastal cities who are near the water and who are the first to understand the world are really efficient in this era.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw a piano in the corner, he called to the Guangdong managers: "You guys go and move the piano over."

Several people were eager to show off and hurriedly obeyed.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the small stove to make the hotpot meat and flavored meat first, and the rest of the dishes had to wait, so Zhao Chuanxin sat in front of the piano and decided to work hard to eliminate the fears of these people.

He deliberately asked: "Does anyone here understand Cantonese?"

After looking at each other, he hesitantly raised a third of his hands.

The rest, perhaps because they were worried that Zhao Chuanxin would have to settle accounts in the future, did not dare to follow suit.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out his pencil, began to audition, and wrote 4567123^4567123 on the keys...

Some people who know Western music only felt their scalp numb after watching it.

Good guy, this is the first time I've seen someone sharpen his weapon in battle.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled awkwardly: "I'm not very familiar with him yet, so I just laugh at him."

Everyone actually laughed.

And Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong were confused, what was Zhao Chuanxin going to do?

While Zhao Chuanxin was playing awkwardly, he said at the same time: "On those green roads, how many vicissitudes have been experienced. On those old faces, the wind and frost are also recorded... Looking back, I was sighing in front of that door in a foreign land last night. I feel sad that the sunset and sunrise never change year by year. At this moment, when I look at my father’s smile, I am speechless without realizing it, and let the sunset and twilight fill my eyes with tears..."

A Cantonese version of "The Earth" was slowly sung by Zhao Chuanxin with his neck raised.

The lyrics are simple, but there is a simple and sincere emotion in the simplicity.

Everything was perfect except for the faulty piano playing.

Some of the Guangdong management team shed tears without realizing it.

Just like the lyrics, they left their hometown, and the sunrise and sunset passed year after year. After many hardships, they are now frightened, leaving only sighs and sighs.

Zhao Chuanxin's singing voice was full of emotion. At first, his fingers could accurately feel the context of the piano keys, but later he couldn't press them at all.

But that doesn't stop him from stirring up waves in people's emotions.

After the song ended, there was applause and someone whistled.

"Well done, Mr. Zhao."

"Mr. Zhao sang it to my heart."

"homesick!"

Zhao Chuanxin cupped his hands in all directions: "All the folks and friends from Guangdong left their hometowns and made indelible contributions to the Kaiping Coal Mine. Although Zhao sees it, he doesn't appreciate it."

Zhao Xilong was clever and guessed some of his intentions, and quickly praised him: "Mr. Zhao, why is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin really wanted to give this smart guy a thumbs up.

He said: "Why? Because the Kaiping Mine didn't belong to me, and the money I earned was not mine either. Of course I don't appreciate it."

Everyone laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin's face became solemn: "But from now on, this mine will be named Zhao. Everyone will work together and make money together."

Everyone roared with applause!

When I blanch it, Zhou Xuexi was dumbfounded.

Two dishes, one song, and a few words can eliminate the gap between management and narrow the distance between the superiors and the workers.

From now on, no one will say that my uncle is a brainless and reckless man. Zhou Xuexi will be the first to stop.

After a few noisy jokes, a follower came to whisper a few words to Zhou Xuexi, who frowned and muttered in Zhao Chuanxin's ear.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "What on earth are the British guys doing?"