The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

While they were talking, the door of the Song family opened and Yao Jia walked out.

He saw Zhao Chuanxin and old man Xu puffing away their smoke, and stretched out their hands: "Chuanxin, give me a cigarette."

Then happily join the smoking army.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the flirtatious woman leaning on the railing and smiling coquettishly. He waved his hand to her: "Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the breeze from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and green flowers. Hello, sister."

Old Man Xu: "..."

In fact, he really wanted to join these two brothers. However, he was old and ugly, had no poems in his heart, was not very lively, and was not sexy enough when he was drinking. He had no good looks and no interesting soul. I was afraid that it would be difficult to win over this little prodigal. mind...

The Fengchen woman's eyes lit up: one was tall, the other was handsome, and the one who got one of them would dominate Yi-Tong-zhou Fengyuechang.

Zhao Chuanxin complained: "Brother, it's not good for you to do this. After all, my old friend just died."

"You don't understand how to pass on salary. Only superficial people will have sadness on their faces."

"Don't be sad, just be more restrained. After all, I just touched my old friend's daughter's little hand, and it's still at the door."

"..." Yao Jia sneered and changed the subject: "What do you think of the salary transfer to the Repair Department?"

"I can watch it standing or sitting down. After all, I don't know what the Repair Department is."

"..." Yao Jia took three puffs and then threw away the expensive Laodao cigarettes: "During the Westernization Reform, the Jilin Machinery Bureau was the first factory outside the customs. It had two main tasks. One was to manufacture ordnance, and the other was to Second, the silver coin outside the customs comes from the mint of the Bureau of Machinery. The profits from coinage are used to supplement the funds required for military deployment. In the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu's reign, Tsarist Russia invaded and expelled the craftsmen, bureau members, and guards. , all the firearms stored in the warehouse were thrown into the river, the gunpowder warehouse was blown up, and the machinery bureau built with 2 million taels of silver and 18 years of work was destroyed."

"In the 31st year of Guangxu, Tsarist Russia took control of the Machinery Bureau and reorganized it into Jilin Mint. Last year, Governor Xu took the mint back from Tsarist Russia. Some time ago, Governor Xu made a statement to recruit merchants and invest in the construction of ordnance. This is where the Special Bureau and the Repair Department come from.”

"I was thinking that a place like this that specializes in the production of ordnance should be controlled by people from Lugang Town, so I thought of joining a joint venture with Lao Song to become a shareholder and get a promotion position."

"Before clinker Lao Song died, he may have been worried about the risks and did not want to invest anymore. He and I were both teachers and friends. Now we are gone and we only have one daughter. My descendants are sad on the surface, but in fact they all have ulterior motives and want to seize the family property. .”

"Hey, my niece is really having a hard life. I don't care whether she has money or not. But I have to pull my niece out of the hot water..."

This is obviously bullshit, just because you are greedy for someone else's body.

However, Zhao Chuanxin was quite interested in the Ordnance Bureau.

The only good thing these days is that individuals also have the opportunity to invest in the military industry.

Yao Jia thought about it and realized that if he lost Lao Song's part of the funds, there would be a hole in the money.

According to rough estimates, if he wanted to get a promotion, he would have to spend all his available funds, but still have a shortfall of 10,000 yuan.

So he said: "If you lend me 10,000 yuan to pass on the salary, I can get a promotion."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand generously: "Let's do this. I'll give you 20,000. You can get two promotions and give me one."

"..." Yao Jia's eyes widened: "Are you kidding me?"

"Brother, you drove first."

"..."

It cost two million to build the machinery bureau, but now the money is even thinner due to inflation. What's the use of 10,000 yuan?

Yao Jia sneered: "I still have some money in my hand, 10,000 is just a shortfall."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "Let's work together. I'll contribute 10,000 yuan and you'll be your supervisor. You'll understand the structure of the Ordnance Bureau and the source of the machines. It may be of great use in the future."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately wrote a note on the carriage with a fountain pen and stamped it with his seal.

Give this note to Zhao Zhongyi, who will withdraw 10,000 yuan from the bank in Lugang Town and hand it over to Yao Jia.

Although he has always been out of money recently, he has deposits in Lugang Town Bank.

In the end, Yao Jia did not go to have dinner with Zhao Chuanxin because he had to return to the Song family to help Lao Song's daughter take care of Lao Song's funeral affairs.

Zhao Chuanxin invited Old Man Xu: "Uncle Xu, shall we go to eat?"

Old Xu shook his head: "I have to keep an eye on the money. I'm not afraid of robbing or stealing."

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to turn around and leave, he heard a noise inside the Song family.

"How dare you, an outsider, dictate to our Song family?"

"Okay, my uncle has just closed his eyes, and you can't wait to take the family fortune and elope with this man? Is it because of your parents' orders or the words of a matchmaker?"

"How unreasonable..."

Old man Xu looked a little embarrassed.

It seems that he has done bad things with evil people.

Ordinary people are most afraid of being poked in the back.

But obviously Yao Jia did not have this realization. He said in a relaxed and cheerful voice: "As the saying goes, Yao Shijie is in the eyes of lovers, which only shows that my eldest niece has good vision. How much do you ordinary people know?"

"It's just to give you face by pointing fingers. Do you think I am willing to take care of it?"

"With Lao Song's little fortune, is it worth worrying about me? Do you think you are so worthless that you can't wait for Lao Song to die and can't wait to bully his daughter?"

Zhao Chuanxin was outside the courtyard, listening to Yao Jia's verbal battle with "the Confucian scholars" with an astonishing momentum.

Some young members of the Song family were yelling and cursing, as if they were about to take action.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't let Yao Jia suffer, after all, Yao Jia's small physique looked a bit thin.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Yao Jiazhen pinning a tough guy from the Song family to the ground and beating him...

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

There were other members of the Song family who wanted to step forward to help. Zhao Chuanxin saw that this was not possible. Even if Yao Jia had some brute strength, it was difficult for him to fight with four hands, so he wanted to help again.

However, Yao Jia took out a horse brand poker from his waist, clicked it into the chamber, pointed around, and looked in all directions: "Zhuo, come here, let's see who dares to move?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

"Okay, how dare you use a gun?"

"This person wants to rebel and report to the official. He must report to the official!"

Yao Jia spat, stood in front of the old Song Dynasty girl, and said disdainfully: "What kind of official are you reporting to? Zhizhou Zhu Zhaokui? Do you dare to interfere in my affairs? We people in Lugang Town always carry guns when we go out. What are you going to do? You rebel just because you say you want to rebel? I have read the Qing Dynasty Laws. Do you believe that I will accuse you falsely?"

The aggressive Song family members were restrained.

I don't know who the wife was, but she wanted to play tricks and roll around, so she rushed forward to tear Yao Jia's clothes off.

Yao Jia suddenly pointed to the sky: "Look, what is that?"

Everyone looked up, even the woman who wanted to make a fool of herself.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't.

How could he be fooled by this childish trick?

Yao Jia rounded her arms and slapped the woman on the face.

"Snapped!"

Then he quickly retreated, covering his face, and shouted in aggrieved tone: "You stinky bitch, how dare you hit me? I have to shoot your man to death today!"

I blanch!

Zhao Chuanxin was dumbfounded.

What a shameless person!

The woman originally wanted to cry, but Yao Jia was the first to complain. She stood there with a slap mark on her face and was at a loss for words.

Her man was shocked, thinking that the woman really hit Yao Jia. After all, he heard the crisp sound of the slap and saw Yao Jia covering her face.

Seeing Yao Jia's eyes blazing and trying to fight for her life, her man immediately gave up and pulled the woman back.

A group of Song family members were shocked by Yao Jia alone.

This is the rabble.

Yao Jia pinned the horse card player to the back of her waist and lifted up her trousers at the same time: "What a bunch of idiots! I'm just helping my eldest niece to pay his last respects to his father. After the burial, you can take care of the property for yourself." Take it, damn, judge a gentleman’s belly with a villain’s heart!”

"Hmph, what you say is better than what you sing. What if the coffin stays for three days and you sell your property..."

Before the man finished speaking, Yao Jia interrupted him: "Then you'll just admit it's bad luck and you'll die if you think of it or not. I'm here to inform you, not to discuss it with you. Who the hell is yelling at my eldest niece anymore? I’ll take off one of his legs first!”

The man was sprayed with spittle and was both angry and helpless.

Zhao Chuanxin silently exited the group chat and closed the courtyard door.

As long as he survives the Year of Xinhai, he will probably not need his help in the future...

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled and said to Old Man Xu, "Uncle Xu, I'll leave first. You can talk to my elder brother later."

Old man Xu asked: "Pass the salary, when will you return to Lugang Town?"

"Haha, look at the end of 1911."

Old man Xu scratched his head: "What the hell? How old was Guangxu?"

Most of the people in the country still mark the year according to the traditional way and do not understand the Western calendar.

"As expected, his name was not Guangxu at that time, but Xuantong. Xuantong lasted three years."

Old man Xu was stunned.

Which emperor was Xuantong?

This kid was fighting and killing outside. Did he damage his head?

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain and walked away.

He first found a place to eat two large bowls of noodles to fill his stomach, and walked to the north gate of the city to eat. It took him almost an hour to head north on the Misty Traveler.

In less than twenty minutes, we arrived at Changchun Mansion.

Because of flooding, there are more homeless people here.

During this period, he saw various newly built fire grinding mills, machine oil houses, etc. that had replaced the traditional stone mills and other backward tools. The erected chimneys were emitting white smoke columns that seemed to be motionless, making them look a bit like an industrial city. new ambience.

In the early Qing Dynasty, Changchun Mansion was actually the fiefdom of Prince Meng, and it was originally a grassland.

At that time, in order to prevent Han people from entering, wicker borders were put up around it.

Zhao Chuanxin was very familiar with that thing. A certain country in the 21st century also made "wicker edges".

However, the Central Plains has been suffering from famine for many years, and the willow fence cannot stop people.

Gradually, it became the Changchun Mansion of today's scale.

However, because it is far away from the center of power, it has always been remembered by both Japan and Russia.

When the two sides fought a battle and Japan won, Changchun Prefecture was placed within the Japanese "territory" and returned to the Southern Manchuria Railway Section.

The Japanese established Toudaogou Railway Station and Kuanchengzi Railway Station here.

As mentioned before, the most important thing for the Japanese to build railways was not to transport troops and people, but to transport resources.

What is the most prosperous and largest business here?

Soybeans!

This is also the reason why Niu Hanzhang later joined forces with Sun Yutang to speculate in soybeans. However, he was born at the wrong time and caught up with the Western economic crisis and lost everything.

It is very interesting in the late Qing Dynasty. The people at the bottom may not be patriotic, but the middle class and educated people are very particular about national pride.

Seeing that the Japanese built railway stations with great fanfare, the Qing government, together with all business and political circles, began to expand the roads and install street lights, which once made the roads the busiest business district.

At this time, I would like to ask where is the busiest place in Changchun Mansion? It's definitely not the Chongqing Road Business District, Changying Century City, or Nanhu Park. Of course, there are no such places at this time...but the main road.

Driven by national pride, businessmen came here to build factories and invest in industry.

Hospitals, teahouses, theaters, money shops, banks, restaurants and other businesses are densely populated, with numerous shops, busy traffic and bustling people.

Zhao Chuanxin also saw a car driving by on the street, but the people were not surprised.

Instead, he looked at him wearing armor with a strange expression on his face.

The first street of Dama Road is the jade market, the second street is the daily necessities, the third street is the melon and fruit market, and the west third street is the bank. There are shops such as shoes and hats, clothing, cakes, etc., accompanied by storytelling, singing, and acrobatics. and other folk arts, as well as bookstores, taverns, teahouses, bathhouses, barber shops and cinemas.

Zhao Chuanxin liked to join in the fun. He first listened to a piece of "Speaking of Yue", watched the acrobatics of holding a jar, and for a while watched a tall and thick black man performing fake tricks with bluffing sounds.

Immediately I bought pastries and braised food and went into the bathhouse.

There were a lot of people sitting around in the big wooden barrel, and it was filled with the smell of sweat and stinky feet.

If Zhao Chuanxin hadn't gotten used to the smell of smelly liquid, he would have been fumigated and vomited.

There are oil films and mud rolls floating on the surface of the pool. There is no need to mosaic the picture because the water in the pool is so turbid that it is impossible to see the bottom.

He immediately summoned his waiter: "Prepare a separate wooden bucket for me and add clean hot water. It's best to get a private room."

The waiter frowned: "Sir, this is really not available."

"If there's no room, just give me a wooden barrel next to it."

"Sir, we don't have this either."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "Oh, my scalp is itchy, oh, the water is too cold, I can't take a shower, please refund my ticket!"

"..." The clerk pointed to a sign hanging on the wall: "No credit, no refund."

The guy's words caused a group of men in the big pool to burst into laughter.

"Is it because you don't have hair? Are you afraid to take off your clothes?"

"Hehe, he's even more reserved..."

"Do you think you are a pussy?"

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "A bunch of dogs, do you really think Prince Ma doesn't have three eyes?"

He stretched out his hand and activated the Old God's Crucible Brand to absorb the heat in the pool.

The man who was laughing and taunting just now immediately hugged his arms and said, "Hey, I'm boiling it, why is it so cold?"

"It's chilly."

"Come on, man, go take a look. The price of coal has increased. Why don't you light the fire?"

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Ah...tui, you bunch of thieves will freeze to death!"

He walked out triumphantly.

A group of men were left jumping around in a manly manner.

Zhao Chuanxin went to Sandao Street and strolled through the melon and fruit market, where he saw a vendor carrying two small, soft fruits that were red in color.

This thing is called Granny's Head, and its scientific name is raspberry.

Zhao Chuanxin ate a lot in Lugang Town and immediately stopped the hawker to inquire about the price.

A few copper coins per pound were shockingly cheap. Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Two baskets, I'll cover them all."

The hawker was kind-hearted: "This fruit is sour and will cause abdominal pain if you eat too much."

"It doesn't matter, my stomach is made of iron." Zhao Chuanxin gave the money with a smile.

Some passers-by looked sarcastic.

Firstly, this food was for the poor, and secondly, because it cost so much money, everyone felt that Zhao Chuanxin was taken advantage of.

There is quite a bit of a spectator mentality of watching others spend a lot of money to buy fool's gold.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously either.

He bought Li's pancakes and Lao Hantou tofu skewers, and then went into a barber shop.

There were several customers in the barber shop. In addition to those who shaved their foreheads with yin and yang heads, Zhao Chuanxin also saw a few Japanese people with special mustaches.

He secretly said something bad.

"Dude, fix my hair."

The waiter stood on tiptoe and touched Zhao Chuanxin's hair: "Oh, sir, your hair... is a bit hard."

Ever since Zhao Chuanxin had his head shaved once in the south, his hair has become thicker and harder.

His hair used to be thin and soft, and because he stayed up late and smoked, his hair loss became increasingly serious.

Now those problems are gone, and the excessive hair makes him a little troubled...

I don’t know if it’s because of the strong vitality, or because the food of this era doesn’t include all kinds of ruthless activities.

There was a slightly bald Japanese man next to him who was shaving. He caught a glimpse of Zhao Chuanxin from the corner of his eye and said sourly: "The beard is so thick. I wonder if there are lice and fleas hidden in it?"

There are many people with beards these days, but there are very few people with thick beards. The streets are full of rat whiskers, just like Kang Youwei's.

Zhao Chuanxin cursed: "What do you care about your trivial matters?"

Japanese:"……"

He was furious, pushed the barber away, stood up and cursed: "Baga..."

Seeing the Japanese angry, onlookers were trembling with fear.

At this time, both the Qing court and the local people were psychologically frightened of the Japanese and wanted to overpower them.

Zhao Chuanxin casually snatched the razor from the barber's hand.

Uh-huh...

laugh……

A gash was opened on the Japanese's face, the skin and flesh were opened, and blood flowed profusely.

"It's so annoying, it's noisy."

The Japanese man was in pain and couldn't stop the wound with his hands, and the wound was bleeding. Zhao Chuanxin's knife almost opened his face.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the blood off the shaver's rag with the razor and turned it twice between his fingers.

The Japanese pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Wu Ni bites, supports, touches, leads the family..."

"I can't understand what I'm saying. Are you gibbering like crazy?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired an electric cannon.

Click.

The bridge of the Japanese nose is collapsed, and the head of the bag falls over.

But he was beaten until he passed out.

Zhao Chuanxin lay down on the chair and waved: "Come, give me a shave and help me shovel the sides of my hair."

Hard hair means that the sides will stick out. If it is long, it can be smoothed down. It is most ugly when it is neither long nor short.

The barber's hands were shaking a little: "This..."

"By the way, before shaving, soak the knife in alcohol."

The alcohol was provided by Zhao Chuanxian.

After soaking the razor, the shaver was still shivering, so Zhao Chuanxin said, "Can't you wash my face before shaving?"

After washing his face and applying a hot towel to his face, the barber calmed down and his hands finally stopped shaking. Zhao Chuanxin felt relieved.

Shave off your already long beard bit by bit.

The waiter said worriedly: "Sir, some Japanese went out just now. You'd better leave quickly, otherwise it will be too late..."

Zhao Chuanxin, who had just shaved his beard, sat up straight and looked at his watch: "There's still time. I should be able to spend the night at the front flag of Gol-Ross tonight."

Guy: "..."

He almost cried.

On purpose or something?

Can you not tell me the destination? I can't stand the torture.

The barber honestly followed Zhao Chuanxin's instructions and shoveled both sides of his hair and repaired his head. Zhao Chuanxin rinsed the hair stubble and after the water evaporated, there was finally movement outside.

It was not the Japanese who came, but the patrol police from Changchun Mansion.

Both the clerk and the barber looked at Zhao Chuanxin to see how he would end it.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out and took a look in front of the mercury mirror: "Oh, fair and pure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind. It seems that Zhao is born to rely on his appearance to make a living. "

Guy: "..."

Barber: "..."

"The thief inside, come out quickly and arrest him without mercy, otherwise..."

The patrolman outside shouted.

The barber shop door creaked open, and Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "Otherwise, justice will be late, and the bad guys will eventually die of old age, right?"

Patrolman: "..."

I was at a loss for words and didn't know how to continue.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and saw that they didn't have guns in their hands. He nodded: "As the saying goes, the culprit must be punished. Threats are never asked. There is no guilt in reforming one's life. One attack in rebellion will be rewarded. Do you want me to reform one's past or turn against the enemy?" one strike?"

"You thief, don't be so glib. The people you hurt are the workers of the Japan South Manchuria Railway Co., Ltd. What happened to you has caused a big disaster..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned back to the house, dragged the Japanese out like a dog, and looked at the gathering of onlookers: "Oh, are you talking about him?"

Patrolman: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar, lit it, and said calmly: "You want it, you want me to give it to you."

As he said that, he grabbed the Japanese's legs and used his arms to throw him flying.

Take a few steps to run, twist and kick sideways.

When the cloak was raised, the Japanese flew in front of the patrolman like shells...