The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin and his party entered the house.

This place can be described as a house with four walls.

Each Haiqing house has three rooms, with a kitchen in the middle and bedrooms on both sides.

In one of them, a desk was set up next to the kang, which could be regarded as an office.

The room was filled with a pungent smell. Zhao Chuanxin searched carefully but could not find the source of the smell.

Rebecca Levy asked: "Are we going to live here?"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids drooped: "It's just a temporary stay."

Rebecca Levi came to salute from Zhao Chuanxin, opened it, took out her apron, rolled up her sleeves with her arms exposed and started sweeping.

Hu Er happily walked around the yard and the two houses, and then came back and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, the house is excellent, but it's a pity that there are no belongings. It seems that it has been moved away."

His eldest brother lived in Haiqingfang, but he still lived in a mud house.

Yao Jia also came back from outside. He gritted his teeth and said, "What's the deal? Build the government office in a place where birds don't poop. Fortunately, those ministers in the court can think of it. In my opinion, the government office should be located in Manchuria." It’s the most suitable.”

In the past two days, he has been to Manzhouli, which was built extremely well by Mao Zi. The buildings are regular and orderly, and they are all European-style houses with unique shapes.

Compare it to this place, where the fucking yamen, barracks, stables, and walls are integrated, how can it look like a government yamen? It stinks and the house is bare.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the edge of the kang, watching Rebecca Levi busy inside and outside the house, and Yao Bing also dragging his broom all over the floor, saying: "This is not specifically aimed at me. Before Cixi wanted to give me the prefect, The Qing court had already prepared to build the Lubin Mansion. Unfortunately, their finances were on the verge of collapse, their economy was in decline, they were dying, they could not make ends meet, and they had no money to build the government office."

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Qing court's tax revenue reached a historical peak.

It’s strange to say that despite having more money, the fiscal deficit has become increasingly serious. It can only be said that it is difficult to recover and is terminally ill.

Yao Jia lay on the window edge and looked out: "Time, what we lack most is time."

Hu Da and Hu Er went to help clean up.

Seeing that Yao Jia didn't work and only talked, she became even more disgusted with him.

This guy is bad and lazy.

Now there is no one available in the magistrate's office. What's going to happen if you don't work and work there?

Zhao Chuanxin took out his "inventory" and filled the kang with knives, axes and firearms. It was time to oil and reload, and it was time to sharpen the knives and chop wood.

"Haha, if you're short of time, hurry up!"

Click, click, click...

Zhao Chuanxin carefully inspected each gun.

After everything is done, take out the luggage and wait for Rebecca Levi to pack it up.

He put the two documents on the table and studied them carefully.

Yao Jia noticed that Zhao Chuanxin was silent and the Hu brothers always glared at him, so he had no choice but to join in the work.

Even Yao Bing stuck his butt out and swept the house full of dust, so how could he be so lazy?

When you calm down, time passes quickly.

When Yang Sangdaxi came back, he found that the place had become bright and clean.

He was stunned for a moment, nodded to a few people, ran to the desk, and said cautiously: "Sir, I will go find XBEHYQ manager Che Hezha. He, he said he only followed the orders of the Military Preparation Road..."

Zhao Chuanxin did not even raise his head. He continued to read the information while holding a cigarette and said, "Where are the other managers?"

"It's a long way to go, such as Suo Lun Banner. The lower official has to ride a horse for a day, or take a train, or go to Manzhouli and send a telegram to the Hulun Bingbei Road, and ask the Bing Bei Road to inform Suo Lun General Manager Ba That’s right. I thought it would be better to send a telegram to let Bing Bei Dao know that your Excellency has arrived, so that I can go back to Niuluo to report..."

It is true that he is receiving the reminder, but he does not belong to Lubin Mansion. He is just here to take care of the house temporarily.

"Since what you said makes sense, why didn't you go?"

"Well... firstly, I have to ask your Majesty for instructions. Secondly, secondly, I have no money..."

Sending telegrams was expensive.

Traveling by car also costs money.

Only horse racing does not require money, but it is too far and too tiring.

Yang Sangdaxi had no money and was unwilling to pay for it in advance.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

Yang Sangdaxi stood aside and waited honestly, feeling uneasy and wondering, maybe the new prefect wanted to extort my money?

After Zhao Chuanxin read the last word, he put away the information and stood up, saying, "Let's go, I'll go send the telegram with you."

Yang Sangda breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Chuanxin put some ingredients into the kitchen and said, "You guys make something to eat. I'll go out."

Yao Bing came over and raised his head and said, "Master, I want to go too!"

Zhao Chuanxin was about to reject his apprentice, but suddenly something occurred to him: "Okay!"

Then he turned to Yao Jia and said, "General Manager Yao, please help take care of Rebecca."

Yao Jia was stunned.

Immediately I felt happy.

It seems that his work has been recognized by Zhao Chuanxin, and he is determined to promote him to the general office of the Bureau of Government and Commodity.

In this turbulent era, Yao Jia may not be obsessed with officials in the Qing court, but if he wants to do something, he always needs a starting point.

He said solemnly: "Yes, Mr. Zhao."

The names have changed.

Rebecca Levi grabbed Zhao Chuanxin's clothes and said, "Ethan, the fuel accumulated in the kitchen is cow dung. Can you buy some coal?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself that it was no wonder there was a bad smell: "That's great."

Zhao Chuanxin wrapped Yao Bing in a blanket, carried him on the horse, and rode alongside Yang Sangdaxi.

Lubinfu Yamen is located in the southwest suburb of Manzhouli, very close.

After getting closer, the two slowed down their horses. Zhao Chuanxin said to Yang Sangdaxi: "There is no need to go back to Niulu where you are. From now on, you will work directly in Lubin Mansion."

Yang Sangdaxi said awkwardly: "This is against the rules..."

No discerning person is optimistic about Lubin Mansion.

It's a hard job.

"I, Zhao Chuanxin, are the rules!"

Yang Sangdaxi: "..."

Regardless of taking the train, Chinese people are not allowed to go directly to Manzhouli, but it is not blocked from outside the city.

This is actually a disguised form of discrimination.

They need the help of the Chinese people in construction, but they must also suppress the Chinese people.

Mao Zi deliberately used this to disgust people.

Without any questioning, the two entered directly under the noses of the Russian soldiers.

When he arrived at the telegraph office, Zhao Chuanxin paid for it and said, "You send it. Let Bing Bei Dao tell the general manager of Suolun Banner and inform him to report to Lubin Mansion."

After seeing the money, Yang Sangdaxi naturally went about his errands attentively, since he didn't have to pay for it himself.

Yao Bing went down to the ground and looked around curiously: "Master, where is this place?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said: "Soon, this place will be called Lubin Mansion!"

Yang Sangda, who was writing, shook his hands with joy...

After the telegram was sent, the three of them waited here for a reply.

Not long after, Hulun soldiers prepared a reply.

Yang Sangda looked at it happily and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Master Song from the Hulun Military Preparation Road has already known about it and sent someone to inform the manager of Badang'a."

Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal.

He already knew where to start before coming.

First of all, the five-wing general manager is very united and always advances and retreats together when encountering problems.

Among the Five Wings and Eight Flags, who are the most brave and good at fighting?

The first should be the Sauron people.

The Sauron people originally referred to the indigenous people living in Siberia and the Xing'an Mountains, also known as "Wild Jurchens" and "Birth Jurchens". But now, it basically refers to the Ewen-Croat people.

Then there are the Baal Khajiits.

They are the original Buryat people who migrated.

These brave people were almost wiped out by the Qing government. Good things may not come to them in their turn, but they will definitely be brought along in the war.

The Saurons were almost the last bit of fighting power of the Qing Dynasty, but they could not play a big role due to the rise of thermal weapons.

Now, Zhao Chuanxian also wants to take advantage of them!

Not long after, I received another telegram from Bing Beidao.

Yang Sangdaxi looked even more embarrassed: "Sir, Director Badang, he, he won't come..."

Is it really okay to not give face to the new prefect of Lubin Prefecture?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin didn't seem angry at all.

"Tell me how to get to Suo Lun Banner, and you can go back to the Yamen and obey my orders."

"Sir, you..."

"Do not talk nonsense."

"yes!"

Zhao Chuanxin and Yang Sangda happily left Manzhouli, and asked Yang Sangda to take the horse away with them.

"With the horse taken away, how do you get to Suolun Banner, sir? Take a train? But we have just left Manzhouli..."

This time, Zhao Chuanxin didn't even bother to explain. He carried Yao Bing, who had long been accustomed to it, on his back, stepped on the Misty Traveler, and whizzed away in front of Yang Sangdaxi.

Yang Sangdaxi looked at the trail of smoke left behind and the figures that had gone away, and couldn't help but be stunned... What kind of magic is this?

Running on the grassland is extremely simple.

Zhao Chuanxin is on full fire!

In just half an hour, we arrived at the location of So-Lun Banner.

The So-Lun Banner settlement is outside the south of Hyrule City.

They seemed to be holding some kind of ceremony, setting up a bonfire and singing and dancing nearby.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the misty traveler, put down Yao Bing, led Yao Bing forward and grabbed a grassland man with a bow and arrow, and said: "I am the new prefect of Lubin Prefecture, take me to your general manager Badang Ah."

This man had no respect at all. He looked Zhao Chuanxin up and down: "The new prefect? ​​What prefect? ​​Didn't the Dutong Yamen just be changed to prepare for the army? Why did it change to some kind of prefecture?"

Zhao Chuanxin said nothing and just looked at him coldly.

The man was not very afraid either, and looked at Zhao Chuanxin with his neck raised.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the people around him gradually gathered around Zhao Chuanxin in unison, surrounding him in the center.

At this time, a rough and majestic voice came: "What's going on?"

"Manager, someone said he is the prefect and is here to look for you."

The man's eyes were still staring at Zhao Chuanxin and he shouted without looking back.

The crowd parted, and a man wearing a long robe and a big-brimmed hat with a rough face came over: "It's the prefect of Lubin Prefecture who has arrived, and he was not welcomed from afar!"

As he spoke, he held his hands in his hands. It was polite, but not very respectful.

The playing instruments took a break, the singing and dancing people paused, and people looked here curiously.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his cowboy hat and put it on Yao Bing's head.

He said cheerfully: "Manager Badanga?"

"It's the lower official."

"Why didn't you come when I called you?"

Badang'a was embarrassed.

Damn...you just finished sending the telegram, why did you arrive? Didn't it mean the telegram sent in Manchuria? It's not that fast by train, right? Flying here?

Little did he know that most birds couldn't run as fast as Zhao Chuanxin.

Badang'a coughed and said, "I am a subordinate. I must obey the orders of Bing Bei Dao and cannot leave at will."

It's like finding a step for yourself.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't talk nonsense, and immediately said: "From now on, you don't have to listen to the military preparations, just listen to me, Zhao Chuanxin!"

"Haha, haha..." Badang'a seemed to have heard the funniest thing.

The people around him also laughed, laughing.

The local ministries had a unique relationship with the Qing court.

The five wings and eight flags were originally controlled by the Dutong Yamen. Now, it is controlled by military preparation.

Actually it's the same thing.

Temperance is temperance, but it is not unconditional obedience.

The five-wing general manager also has the right to speak out. Whenever they need to consider the people under their command, they will constantly write to ask for instructions, and the Qing government and local government must pay attention to it.

But who is the new Lubin Mansion?

I heard that some kind of Zhao Chuanxin came to be the new prefect, but they were in a remote place, so they didn't recognize him.

Most people here don't even know Chinese characters, let alone read a newspaper.

They laughed, and so did Zhao Chuanxin.

After hearing this, Yao Bing raised his head curiously, but the brim of his hat blocked his view. He impatiently raised the brim of his hat. The child's clear and clear eyes were full of questions: "Master, why are you laughing?"

"My dear disciple, you are happy to see the singing and dancing here. How can you not laugh?"

After listening to the conversation between master and disciple, Badang'a also smiled and said: "Yes, among a group of eagles, you should also smile, even if you are just a little house bird."

I don't know if I want to tell Yao Bing or Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at a big tree not far away.

He lowered his head and said to Yao Bing: "Good disciple, cover your ears, cover them tightly."

Yao Bing was very obedient and immediately covered his ears.

He probably knew what the master was going to do because he had seen it before.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar, cut off a section, held it in his mouth, and flicked the cigarette butt out with a snap of his fingers.

He took out the Madsen machine gun again.

Very unexpected...

Tata Tata...

On one side of the sky pepper magazine, golden shells burst out.

Terrifying tongues of fire spit out.

The people around looked and heard with pale faces.

I saw the bark of the big tree not far away flying, and sawdust flying. After all the bullets were fired, the big tree fell to the ground with a click!

Zhao Chuanxin put Madsen on his shoulder, raised his left hand holding the cigar slightly, and hooked his fingers: "Come on, let's play music and dance!"

The scene was completely silent and you could hear a pin drop.

Then there was a sound of swallowing.

Seeing everyone's stupid look, Zhao Chuanxin's brows widened, his eyes widened, and his voice was low but very penetrating, as dangerous as a tiger's roar: "I said, continue, play, music, continue, continue ,dance!"

After saying that, I removed the magazine, replaced it with a new one, and clicked the bolt.

Badang'a was startled and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hurry up, didn't you hear what Mr. Zhao said?"

The musical instruments sounded, and the sacrificial dance continued.

Yao Bing looked at the scared expressions on everyone's face, and then looked at the arrogant master holding a cigar, his eyes were filled with stars.

Badang Asan smiled and extended his hand to invite Zhao Chuanxin to sit by the bonfire.

Zhao Chuanxin did not refuse.

After sitting down, neither party spoke.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the floor, put Madsen at his feet, touched his chin and watched them dance - The Great God with great interest.

Time passed by minute by minute.

There was sweat on Batang'a's forehead.

Why haven't you come yet?

Not long after, the sound of hooves was like thunder!

I blanched...Badang'a wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally came.

Zhao Chuanxin fired just now. The gunfire was so dense that it was difficult not to attract the attention of Hyrule City.

As long as Song Xiaolian is not deaf, as long as a battalion of cavalry is not deaf, they will definitely come to find out.

When the reinforcements arrived, Badang A calmed down and said with a smile: "Since Mr. Zhao is here, our Suo Lun Banner should have a supply of fine wine."

After saying this, he asked someone to bring a deer leg and roast it on the fire, and also brought a wine bag and a cooking pot.

Zhao Chuanxin took the deer leg from the Sauron people and said, "Wild boars can't taste fine chaff. What kind of things are they roasting?"

As he spoke, he peeled off the outer layer of the deer leg and threw it directly to the salivating hunting dogs not far away. Then he re-oiled it, added his secret barbecue seasonings, and grilled it over the fire.

Badang'a: "..."

While Zhao Chuanxin was roasting, he looked at the dogs that had eaten the meat out of the corner of his eye. He was relieved when he found that they didn't roll their eyes and foam at the mouth.

In fact, it is to test whether it is poisonous.

When Batang A saw that Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear to the sound of approaching horses' hooves without changing his expression, he couldn't help but admire Zhao Chuanxin's courage and generosity.

Zhao Chuanxin secretly activated the Old God's Crucible Brand, and the uniform firepower immediately dried and crisped the skin of the deer leg, making it sizzling but not burnt.

Then he took out the small Tibetan knife, cut off a layer of meat and stuffed it into the disciple's mouth.

Yao Bing doesn't refuse anyone who comes, and his mouth is full of oil when he eats.

Badang'a rolled his eyes and handed the wine bag to Zhao Chuanxin.

This wine bag is estimated to contain two or three kilograms of wine.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth, pulled out the cork, and made a "pop" sound.

Just by smelling the alcohol, you can tell that the alcohol level is quite high.

But he looked up and fell.

Tons tons tons tons tons tons…

The bag of wine seemed to be gone, and it began to slip away drop by drop.

Zhao Chuanxin moved away, poured it down, signaled that the wine was gone, pretended to puff up his cheeks, and swallowed all the wine in his mouth: "Thirty-nine degrees reveal true feelings, fifty-three degrees without vomiting three pounds. I don't know the prairie people How do you drink? Anyway, this is how I usually drink.”

The people around stared at them: "..."

That's not kumiss, that's a pot brought in from outside...

There seemed to be a point under Badang's butt, and he began to move uneasily from side to side.

I blanch, I blanch, how do you say this?

We prairie people really don’t drink like this...

Half a catty of true feelings revealed, three catties of true vomiting!

While he was talking, a group of riders had arrived.

Looking at Song Xiaolian, who was almost fifty years old, he was anxious at first, but when he brought people closer and found that Suo Lun was fine, he felt relieved.

Badang'a stood up to greet him: "Sir Song!"

Song Xiaolian frowned: "What happened? Why can you hear intensive gunshots in Hylar City?"

Badang Achao, who was cutting deer legs to feed his apprentices, said, "The new governor of Lubin Prefecture, Mr. Zhao is here."

Maybe Batang A doesn't know the details of Zhao Chuan's salary.

As a fellow countryman, Song Xiaolian knows this very well.

He was startled and had the same idea as Batang-a - how come it came so fast?

He stepped forward bravely: "Zhao... prefect, I am Song Xiaolian."

In terms of rank, it stands to reason that he is Zhao Chuanxin's superior.

However, Song Xiaolian did not dare to put on the airs of her superiors.

Zhao Chuanxin patted the ground next to him: "Come on, Old Song, sit down quickly."

Song Xiaolian: "..."

Not only did Song Xiaolian come, there was another person in the crowd.

It was none other than Zhang Shouzeng, whom Zhao Chuanxin had met on the train.

He was affiliated with the General Office of the Russian Negotiation Bureau in Lubin Prefecture, but when he arrived, he got off the bus directly at Hailar City and went to Hulun Military Preparation Road to report.

When he followed Song Xiaolian closer and saw Zhao Chuanxin's face clearly, he couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Is it you, Brother Yu Ren?"

Song Xiaolian looked at him doubtfully, wondering what was wrong with him.

Zhao Chuanxin beckoned: "He Yan, come too, from now on I will be your immediate boss, Zhao Chuanxin, the prefect of Lubin Prefecture!"

Zhang Shouzeng: "..."

I cursed in my heart that Zhao Chuanxin is really nothing!

I deceived him all the way, no, I should say I deceived him all the way.

He scolded in his heart, but didn't dare to show it on his face, let alone say it with his mouth, and followed Song Xiaolian forward step by step.

At this time, Yao Bing patted his belly: "Master, I'm full and want to eat pudding."

"What pudding do you want when you're full?"

Yao Bing: "..."

His eyes rolled around: "Then I haven't eaten enough yet."

"I'm still chewing on deer legs when I'm not full."

Yao Bing: "..."

Song Xiaolian couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this.

But he asked: "Prefect Zhao, why didn't you notify me in advance when you came?"

"Haha, that's good." Zhao Chuanxin put the deer leg on the shelf: "I am now officially informing you that from now on, the five-wing general manager will directly obey the orders of my Lubin Mansion!"

Am I dazzled? Among the people who voted yesterday, I clearly saw someone with an ID called - Talking Elbow