The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Assorted side dishes, including cucumber, celery, cowpea, oil pepper, ground plow, ginger, etc., mixed with almonds and marinated in shrimp oil.

Zhao Chuanxin took a bite and found that it was different from what later generations would eat. It tasted surprisingly good.

Bayar was eating steamed buns stuffed with water, assorted side dishes, and porridge. He murmured: "It's better than what I bought from that person yesterday."

"You're actually talking nonsense, and I know it just by looking at your hands." Zhao Chuanxin said: "Qianlong's half-hearted man once praised him - he was famous nine hundred miles away from the Great Wall, his taste was as high as the thirteenth floor in Jiangnan, and he praised assorted side dishes. Although he wrote The bullshit makes no sense, but at least this guy’s taste is reliable.”

That guy with the bags under his eyes has written countless poems and songs in his life, most of which are nonsense.

The shrimp oil on the assorted side dishes is the finishing touch. Just looking at the appearance, it is obviously a vegetarian dish, but everyone is willing to call it - a delicacy of seafood.

It is precisely because of the shrimp oil flavor in it.

After eating and drinking, the two stood up. Zhao Chuanxin said, "Let's go to the photo studio."

Bayar Borer didn't expect to actually go.

The photo studio is right next to it, with a plaque hanging on it - Lingchuan Pavilion Photo Studio.

This is the first photo studio in Jinzhou City. It is the first of its kind and the business is very good.

The two went in and found a lot of people there.

After being invaded by foreigners, various foreign winds began to blow in the coastal areas.

At first, starting from Cixi, everyone thought that the camera can capture the soul. Once the image is left on the paper, the human soul is gone.

Later, it gradually became a joke, but no one dared to talk openly about it for fear of offending the old woman.

After entering the photo studio, Zhao Chuanxin saw the young man who had entered the photo studio before.

He grinned at the young man.

These days, not many serious women will follow men out to show off. It is obvious that the female companion brought by the young man is a prostitute.

The young man glared fiercely at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin did not feel dissatisfied. He pushed Bayar's forehead and said to the guy at the photo studio, "Let's make arrangements to take two pictures of this old guy as a souvenir."

Bayar's forehead suddenly became nervous, and he had nowhere to put his hands and feet. He kept arranging his clothes and taking off all the large and small bundles on his body.

This old man is not afraid of being distracted by the camera.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin said to the waiter: "Do you have a washbasin? Let me wash my face and tidy my hair."

The waiter smiled understandingly: "Okay, sir, come with me."

Everyone who comes to take photos is serious.

Because there are so many people, everyone has to queue up.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down on a chair next to the young man.

The young man glared at him again.

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs and lit a cigarette: "What are you looking at? You've never seen such a handsome man, have you?"

The young man seemed to have some scruples and kept silent.

He turned his head and said to the promiscuous woman: "You have to be knowledgeable. You can't be like some little red guy who just looks at you and makes you angry. God's nonsense, just get a beating. I haven't taken a picture, so I will bring you here today. See and see.”

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Hey, you came to the beach, right? This big girl, do you know that I once raised a donkey at home, and it was working hard every day. One day, the donkey stopped working and spoke to I said - I quit walking around this broken rock every day, I want to go out and see what other donkeys are doing!"

"..."

The people waiting next to him laughed when they heard this, and the faces of the man and woman turned red.

Who does it mean?

After all, the young man was so angry that he stood up: "What does this mean?"

"Hey, don't get excited, young people are very energetic." Zhao Chuanxin shook his legs and remained unmoved: "Let's sit down and have a calm chat."

His female companion also tugged at the hem of his robe. The young man sat down angrily, breathing heavily, obviously very angry.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "What is your name?"

The young man snorted: "My father is Lu Yongxiang, the commander of the Fifth Association of the Third Town of the New Army in Jinzhou Prefecture."

Oh, the future warlord of the Anhui clan.

At this time, he was stationed in Jinzhou Prefecture.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "Ara asked your name, why should I give my father's name?"

"Uh..." The young man was speechless. He habitually announced his father's name to shock Xiao Xiao. He got used to it. He glanced at his female companion and said with a bit of shame and embarrassment: "Ala's name is Lu Xiaojia. Please don't imitate Ala in speaking..."

Lu Xiaojia? Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows. Isn't this the future Four Young Masters of the Republic of China?

He sneered and said: "If you don't learn well at a young age, you will eat, drink, whore, gamble and smoke."

It is estimated that Lu Xiaojia's age at this time should be eighteen or nineteen years old, definitely less than twenty.

It is the age when the fire is cooking and the oil is cooked in the fire, and you are wanton and arrogant.

However, the rebellious period of this Sun thief was relatively long. After a long time, he still caught Jin Rong and beat him violently.

"Huh, is it possible for ordinary people like you to understand the romance of celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at the person next to him, pointed at Lu Xiaojia and said, "See, this child is born to be an orphan. His father, Lu Yongxiang, will have to kill him sooner or later."

Lu Xiaojia became angry and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "What are you, you say a few words and I feel so anxious that my forehead is sweating. You are so weak, aren't you?"

"you……"

"What, you want to hit me? If you dare to hit me, I will tell everyone after I go out that Lu Xiaojia is using the name of his father Lu Yongxiang to dominate. When this word reaches Xu Shichang's ears, Xu Shichang will tell Yuan Shichang -Kay, look what they think of your father."

Lu Xiaojia: "..."

In the later period, although Lu Yongxiang's strength was average, he had a great seniority and was chasing Cao Kun.

However, no matter what, Yuan Datou is the leader of Beiyang, and no one dares to make mistakes at this time.

Lu Xiaojia doesn't dare to be so crazy now.

He stopped taking pictures, dragged his female companion and walked out.

After they left, a sensible person kindly said to Zhao Chuanxin: "You really shouldn't provoke him. Although he doesn't dare to really attack his father, he recognizes the three religions in western Liaoning. I think it's better for you to leave first."

Zhao Chuanxin took a breath: "You mean, does he still recognize the bandits?"

The man said mysteriously: "It's not necessarily the case now, but you have to be more careful. Have you heard of Du Lizi?"

"Oh..." Zhao Chuanxin said in a long tone: "Isn't Du Lizi just a brat?"

The man showed off: "Du Lizi is no longer a coward now, he is doing a lot of business. Not only did he pay tribute to Zhang Zuolin, the commander of the patrol camp, but he also made friends with the commanders of the new armies. Lu Yongxiang is one of them... …”

Zhao Chuanxin did not expect that Du Lizi stood up.

After giving him some advice, this guy got the idea. Not only was he not killed by Lao Zhang, he was also willing to be the younger brother and prospered.

interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin struck while the iron was hot and asked, "What about Zhang Zuolin?"

"Commander Zhang is incredible. Now he is in full swing under Governor Xu. He led his troops to defeat the anti-reclamation rebels of Baiyin Dalai and Taoke Taohu, and achieved great success."

Zhao Chuanxin said that in this turbulent era, everyone is living a wonderful life, and every gear is rotating on its own orbit.

He continued to ask: "What's going on with Baiyin Dalai and Taoke Taohu?"

"Hey, these people are not evil people. The imperial court keeps sending more and more troops to collect flags and wages, so that the grassland is in arrears. And as Han people continue to pour in, the princes and noble families have to clear the land for cultivation. After the land is cleared, the local Mongolians will Without land for grazing and cultivation, they could no longer survive, so they resisted with force. This was a knot that could not be untied. When Natauke Taohu resisted, he saw the Japanese surveying and mapping everywhere, plotting evil intentions, so he caught and executed them when they saw it. , it can be seen that he only rebelled to seek a way for the Mongols to survive, but he still cared about the territory..."

While he was talking, Bayar had already finished taking photos.

The clerk told him: "Just wait until tomorrow to pick it up."

Bayar was stunned: "Tomorrow? We will leave today."

"Today?" The guy frowned. "Not today. Developing photos is not as simple as you think."

Bayar's forehead was anxious: "What should we do?"

He hurriedly came out to find Zhao Chuanxin. Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was chatting with people in a lively manner, he interrupted and said, "They said the photos will not be available until tomorrow."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, stood up, took out the money and handed it to the waiter: "Expedited flushing, can it be out within an hour?"

Money can make a difference, and developing photos is not a mysterious job after all.

The clerk's eyes widened when he saw the money, and he smiled from ear to ear: "Yes, why not? It's very simple."

Bayar's forehead: "..."

The relationship is not simple, just because the money is not in place.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Okay, we'll come back later."

With that said, he said goodbye to the person he was talking to and walked out with Bayar.

Bayar Bor asked: "Where are we going?"

"It's not close to KLQQ. There is no train. We have to prepare some things."

He bought canvas, a rainproof roof sewn from cow and sheep skin, many seasonings and spices, iron pots, grain and oil, etc.

Life is always like this and you can neither make do with it nor make do with it.

After shopping around, the two returned to Lingchuan Pavilion Photo Studio.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly noticed that there were five or six more people at the door, looking around with their hands in their sleeves, including Lu Xiaojia.

As if he didn't know anything, he took out the preserved fruit he just bought from the paper bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, the preserved fruit will definitely not have pesticide residues, so Zhao Chuanxin can eat it with confidence.

When approaching Lingchuan Pavilion, Zhao Chuanxin said to Bayarbo: "The money has been paid, you go in and get the photos."

Bayarber didn't know about the conflict between Zhao Chuanxin and Lu Xiaojia, so he speeded up and entered the photo studio.

As for Lu Xiaojia, she was bragging.

Lu Xiaojia said: "Ala, let me tell you, this person is really hateful. He can do naughty things just because of his height. You have to teach him a lesson later. It's best to tie him up..."

A man nicknamed Pangolin wore a melon-skin hat like the rich man, but he had a sharp-mouthed monkey's cheeks and hunched shoulders. Even if he was wearing a dragon robe, he didn't look like a prince. He didn't look like a good person at first glance.

The pangolin smiled flatteringly: "Master Lu, please take a look. I, the pangolin, am the best at dealing with such scoundrels."

Lu Xiaojia hesitated: "Be careful and don't ruin dad's reputation."

"Don't worry, don't worry." The pangolin raised its neck and said, "Master Lu, don't you hear that there is a saying outside our customs, which is called 'getting rid of your name and reporting it as a bandit'?"

"Please tell me about the pangolin in detail."

Pangolin said proudly: "I'd like to teach Mr. Lu to know that our group of people, who followed Mr. Du, are no longer the scumbags we used to be. We have to follow rules and regulations when doing things. For example, as Mr. Lu said, we can't just act like this scoundrel. Being tied up like that in the past was an unseemly method. You had to step forward to provoke and let the other party report. After finding out the details, you would go to the government and report to the official, claiming that this person was in trouble. At this time, Governor Xu hated the Mongolian bandits and gangsters deeply, and Commanders Zhang and Lu were going all out to suppress the bandits, so they removed this man from his name and reported him as a bandit, making him speechless and possibly beheaded to relieve Mr. Lu's anger!"

Lu Xiaojia clapped her hands and said excitedly: "What a good person to be dismissed as a bandit, just as it is!"

While he was talking happily, Lu Xiaojia saw Zhao Chuanxin from a distance.

His smile faded, and he pointed at Zhao Chuanxin who was stuffing preserved fruit into his mouth as he walked and said, "It's that rogue!"

Zhao Chuanxin wore a cowboy hat on his head to hide the fact that he had no braids.

Wearing a flannel plaid shirt on the upper body, it is wear-resistant and warm.

The pants are overalls, the shoes are a pair of high-top cloth shoes, and a small Tibetan knife hangs on the waist.

Because the overall color is dark, it doesn't look eye-catching at all.

The pangolin tied his belt and said, "Look at Mr. Lu..."

Then he turned his head to look, his body suddenly trembled, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Lu Xiaojia was still urging: "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

He even gave the pangolin a push.

As a result, the pangolin's body was like a wooden stake, and it remained motionless on the spot.

Lu Xiaojia was confused and looked at the other people, who were also trembling with fear, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Hurry up and get rid of your name and declare yourself a bandit? Alas will be very angry if you do this!"

But seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was already approaching, he threw the empty oil paper bag in his hand to the road, clapped his hands, took out a cigar and held it in his mouth.

At this time, the pangolin stepped forward quickly.

This made Lu Xiaojia feel relieved. It seemed that the pangolin was still doing its job.

Clinker, the pangolin took out the match and showed a smile like a pug kneeling down to lick its owner: "Mr. Zhao, when you come to Liaoxi, you are always squeaking, and the kids are walking backwards to greet you. Why is Mr. Zhao still smoking a cigar?" I don’t expect it to be a big deal. If you don’t have to smoke a cigar, you really can’t do it..."

The more Pangolin talked, the less confident he became, and in the end it almost became a prayer.

Who among the people in the green forest of Liao didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin from Lugang Town would kill someone whenever he smoked a cigar?

Back then, a cigar and a piece of hair made the Russians lose their armor and cry for their fathers and mothers!

Do you think Zhang Zuolin is awesome?

Didn't you just bow down to Mr. Zhao when you met him?

When Zhao Erxun was in charge of Fengtian, wasn't he majestic?

When he met Mr. Zhao on a narrow road, he had to make way in the end, otherwise there would be a fight. Zhao Erxun was stunned and did not dare to make a mistake.

How about the Independent Three, who was hailed as the "Emperor on Horseback" by the people in the world?

If you encounter Zhao Chuanxin, you have to respectfully call Mr. Zhao.

His pangolin is nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin took two puffs, put his cigar between his arms and hugged the pangolin, who was half amused and half sad. He walked towards Lu Xiaojia and said cheerfully: "Your name is Pangolin, and you follow Du Lizi, right?"

There were countless wrinkles on Pangolin's old face: "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhao can remember my little one's name. I'm really, really, really ashamed..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Lu Xiaojia and said, "Pangolin, it's not scary to do bad things, but you will be embarrassed if you meet me."

The pangolin's body began to jerk: "Mr. Zhao, things are definitely not what you think, listen to my excuses... No, listen to my explanation."

Even my mouth is a bit wet.

Arriving in front of Lu Xiaojia, Zhao Chuanxin let go of the pangolin and stretched out his hand to pat Lu Xiaojia's cheek: "You're so paralyzed that you learned to shake people at such a young age? And you're looking for a member of society? You're really wiping your butt with gauze, and you've let me slip. .”

Lu Xiaojia was shocked and angry, and didn't understand why things suddenly turned around.

The pangolin that just vowed to get rid of the bandit suddenly turned into a pug wagging its tail for mercy?

He said angrily: "How dare you..."

Zhao Chuanxin slapped his hand.

Snapped……

"Your father asked your man to be self-reliant, so you have to eat a peach to cool off. Today I will discipline and discipline you for your father."

Lu Xiaojia covered her face in disbelief, looked at the pangolin, and thought to herself, why don't you do anything? How will you explain it to Du Lisan later, and how will you explain it to my father?

The pangolin was indeed in a dilemma and stammered: "Mr. Zhao, this baby is the son of Lu Yongxiang, the commander of the Fifth Association of the New Army's Third Town. You old man..."

It's okay not to say it, but when Zhao Chuanxin said it, he slapped the pangolin with his backhand: "You've got a beard on your palm, you're a fucking expert! You've also been expelled and reported as a bandit. You've done so many unethical things." Bar?"

The pangolin "popped" to its knees.

The people in Lugang Town have very upright views.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but feel the sand in his eyes.

Talking about this mess outside the customs, talking about the Lugang Town Insurance Team, who wouldn’t be afraid? Zhao Chuanxin is an ancestor, killing people like hemp, and his hands are stained with the blood of the gangsters from three mountains and eight rivers.

Zhao Chuanxin lifted the pangolin up and said, "Stand still. The public will kneel down and paralyze you."

The pangolin stood up involuntarily and bowed his head like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

Lu Xiaojia's eyes widened when she saw it.

Only then did I feel that something was not good, as if I had been kicked onto an iron plate.

Pangolin explained: "Mr. Zhao, I vowed to do this for the first time. In the past, I only listened to the landlords and old money, and I just bragged with Mr. Lu."

He didn't expect that Zhao Chuanxin could listen so clearly despite being so far away.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his cowboy hat, tucked it under his arm, and smoothed his messy hair: "Don't reveal my whereabouts, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Pangolin raised his head and glanced at Lu Xiaojia with a grimace: "Then what should I do if I offend Commander Lu?"

"What should we do?" Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "It will be a great success."

"..." The pangolin was dumbfounded.

Do you want me to die?

Zhao Chuanxin bullies his superiors and flatters his subordinates, and is unwilling to meet with the little people.

What's more, this pangolin once fought with him against the Russians.

He smiled: "I'll tell Lu Yongxiang my name later and tell him to keep quiet and take care of this little brat."

Lu Xiaojia was still dissatisfied: "Who do you think you are? How could my father listen to you?"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed: "Tell your father, if you don't listen to me, I will break his legs first, and then break yours."

With his murderous intent revealed, Lu Xiaojia suddenly felt chilly and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Seeing that the little calf had calmed down, Zhao Chuanxin pulled the pangolin aside: "Tell me what major events have happened outside the customs recently? What's going on with the Japanese?"

The pangolin was relieved to see that Zhao Chuanxin was not really angry.

He hurriedly started talking nonsense.

Zhao Chuanxin squinted his eyes and listened, corroborating the news he heard in the photo studio before.

He asked: "What happened to Taoke Taohu and Baiyin Dalai?"

"These two people rebelled against reclamation and became very famous. Since Mr. Zhao left the customs to go abroad, Mr. Du went into business, and Mr. Zhang was recruited, the green forest forces outside the customs have introduced new ones. Tao Ke, Tao Hu, Bai Yin Dalai, Ya Mongolian bandits such as Shi, Heihu, Shagode, Heermou, Curly Hair Shengtiezi, and Batalcang emerged one after another."

“Are these people good or bad people?”

The pangolin scratched his head: "It's hard to say. Yashi is definitely not a good thing. Since the Gengzi period, he has robbed guns, horses, currency, and intercepted and killed all the people coming and going, whether they were broken soldiers or merchants. That Taoke Taohu made friends with him , I’ve thought about doing this for a long time, but I don’t have any evidence and I’m just speculating..."

Damn, my head has been empty lately and I have really reached a bottleneck.