The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

[We are waiting for the ragged old beggar who begs in the slums all day long. 】

[Only Dudu has no doubts about the reliability of what she exchanged for her hard-earned stolen goods. 】

[I asked Dudu: How do you know that the water in that puddle of stone is not poisonous? 】

[Dudu’s furry and chubby face was raised high, and he said angrily to our doubts: I just know! Only those who do not forcefully attach value to objects in their hearts can exchange things from the stolen goods. All things are equal, and all things themselves are worthless. So every time I exchange something and the thing I take out is given a value, the balance in my mind tilts and I can no longer lift weights. It takes me a few days to recover. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was thoughtful.

Dudu could lift a huge weight before going to the den of stolen goods, but after he came out, he couldn't even lift a stone.

It's just that what she said was too mysterious.

[At noon, when the sun over Rune City became so hot that it was difficult to see clearly the plaque with large characters 2 black dragon horns high on the Pioneer Partner Haven, the old beggar came belatedly. 】

[The old beggar limped in as usual. 】

[The old beggar’s tall and wide apple muscles twitched, and the deep lines on his forehead were squeezed together. He stretched out his hands as thick as clam shells: Okay, it’s time to give me the remaining money. 】

【I:……】

Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly wrote:

[I asked: Have you ever felt unwell these days? Like abdominal pain? 】

[The old beggar shook his head and said firmly: Fearless Pioneer, there is nothing wrong with my body. There is only one thing that is surprising. You know that when I was young, I liked to drink the fragrant violet wine sold in the Brilliant Oasis. I was once rich, and the value of this wine is no less than 1 silver coin per 10 balls of sand. I missed the taste of the past, so I spent all the money you gave me to buy wine, but no matter how much I drank, I would never get drunk. Instead, every time I drank, I smelled strongly of wine, and it seemed that the wine I drank seeped from my pores. Out. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was somewhat excited.

His poison resistance has always been his weakness.

[I handed the remaining money to the old beggar. 】

[Before leaving, the old beggar said solemnly: Fearless Pioneer, if you have similar good things in the future, you must think of me. You must know that I am a very trustworthy man like you. 】

[I sent the old beggar away dumbfounded. 】

Zhao Chuanxin immediately took out the water from the stone, held the test tube in front of him and looked at it. After a moment of hesitation, he said cruelly: "Take one cup every day and secretly become stronger!"

After saying that, "Gudong", he drank it all in one gulp.

Sure enough, there was no reaction after drinking it. It was no different from drinking a glass of well water pressed from a deep well dug in the yard of the Government Commodity Bureau.

At the same time, "I" also drank the other half of the stone water.

[In the afternoon, I asked the craftsmen to go to the bookstore as usual and buy books with 20% of yesterday’s turnover. 】

[The Pioneer Partner Haven had to expand a room to accommodate a large number of books. The room became a huge library, and half of the bookshelves were filled. 】

Zhao Chuanxin teleported the black puppet craftsman and Xingyue over, read through the newly purchased books on Rune City, and closed the "Code of the Old Gods" after completing his share of physical strength today.

The next morning, Zhao Chuanxin went to the government office early for work.

When he arrived outside the government office, he saw Cui Fenghua clasping her hands in her sleeves, her shoulders hunched and her back looking extremely wretched.

He was wearing a strange hat with a pointed peak, a melon-skin shape, and was made entirely of felt with a fire pattern on the front. The ear protection was made of otter skin, and the ear protection straps hung down to his chest, fluttering in the wind.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin from afar, he greeted him enthusiastically: "Good morning, sir."

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated and asked, "Where did the hat come from?"

Cui Fenghua was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered and he said, "I bought it with money."

"Where did you sleep last night?"

"I, I, I sleep right here..."

It was obvious that Cui Fenghua didn't mean what he said.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed dryly, said nothing, and entered the government office with his hands behind his back.

Cui Fenghua followed closely behind.

When he arrived at the government office, Cui Fenghua found that the public officials who had arrived looked at him in surprise.

Cui Fenghua asked Yang Sang'a: "What, is there something wrong with me?"

Yang Sang'a coughed, shook his head and said, "There's nothing wrong with it."

Cui Fenghua knew only a few people, so she scratched her head and didn't know why.

When they arrived at Zhao Chuanxin's office, Cui Fenghua couldn't help but said, "Sir, is the hat I'm wearing wrong?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit up the cigarette and grinned: "The hat you are wearing is called a Tolchik hat. There are two types. The one worn by men has a money pattern on the front, the one worn by women has a fire pattern, and the one worn by women has long ear protection straps. , the longest one can float to the waist. Men wear domes, and women wear spires."

Cui Fenghua lowered her head to look at the long ear protection straps on her hat, took off her hat and looked at the peak again, her old face couldn't help but blush.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and said: "Xiao Cui, I'm not telling you. In the future, when working in the government office, you must pay more attention to image and reputation. The otter skin of this hat is badly worn, soft and has lost its shape, and it is bulging. Yeah, you can tell it’s an old hat by looking at it. Did you go shopping for a second-hand item?”

"This..." Cui Fenghua hesitated.

The northern grasslands are cold and windy, but the grassland women who were born in a bitterly cold land have a hot temperament and are informal.

Zhao Chuanxin guessed something.

Cui Fenghua, the old man behind the wheel, might have done nothing good last night.

The style of his hat was obviously worn by a married woman.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and slapped Cui Fenghua on the back: "Straighten your back for me from now on. Look at me, I'm short and ugly, and I don't have any rare flesh on my body. But with my tall figure, this My beautiful character and gentle temperament are destined to stand out among the crowd. Even if Pan An was alive in front of me, he would be overwhelmed. This is called aura. You must be the same."

Cui Fenghua looked at Zhao Chuanxin, who was wearing a gray Detroit jacket made of coarse fabric but with a black lapel. Inside is a blue and brown striped shirt, crisp and smooth. The pants are black and he wears a pair of tan round-toed boots.

At first glance, it doesn't look like the clothes of a rich man, but he is tall, has sharp edges on his face, and his hair and forehead are blown up by the wind. He looks very handsome, and the clothes made of seemingly cheap materials look so energetic on him. .

Cui Fenghua looked down at her greasy robe again: "..."

You don't have to use curse words when you're swearing, right?

Zhao Chuanxin walked around Cui Fenghua and secretly asked Xingyue to measure him.

Then he said to Cui Fenghua: "Let's go, I will take you to each ministry to identify people."

Go to the accounting office first.

Zhao Chuanxin first introduced Cui Fenghua to Rebecca Levi: "His name is Cui Fenghua, and he will be my secretary from now on. Xiao Cui, this is the general office of the accounting office, Rebecca Levi, the general office of Levi."

Cui Fenghua was surprised when she saw that a foreign woman had become the general manager.

It is not uncommon for foreigners to serve as officials in the Qing Dynasty. For example, almost all customs officials were foreigners.

There was even a time when the British wanted to return the customs to Cixi, but Cixi did not agree.

Because we know what kind of corruption the Chinese people will become if they control the customs.

But in this small border town, it is still surprising that a foreigner and a woman serve as the general manager of an accounting office.

Cui Fenghua did not dare to look down upon him and bowed.

After moving to Qi, Rebecca Levy served as the general manager of the accounting office, but she was timid at first.

But with Zhao Chuanxin's support, she gradually gained a bit of the aura of a superior person.

In addition, she is a little rich woman, very rich.

Apart from Yao Jia, Rebecca Levi is the richest person in the Lubin government office.

Every day when she travels, she rides a carriage she bought herself, which is much more gorgeous than the government carriage.

Dress more elegantly.

Zhao Chuanxin asked everyone in the accounting office to meet Cui Fenghua, who would inevitably have to deal with him frequently in the future.

"Let's go to the next department."

After visiting the Foreign Affairs Bureau, the Reclamation Bureau, the Ministry of Education, the Patrol Bureau, and the Official Commodity Bureau, Zhao Chuanxin took Cui Fenghua in a carriage to the left and right wings of Xinba-Erhu respectively, and met with the two general managers Bodig. Zile, Che and Zha.

If Zhao Chuanxin came by himself, he might be there in ten or twenty minutes.

Taking Cui Fenghua in the carriage was a waste of time and took a long trip.

After returning, Zhao Chuanxin took Cui Fenghua to Zabaikalsk in the north and met with the chief card officer Hu Da in the barracks.

After that, return to Lubinfu Railway Station and take the train east.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "There are more rules when working in Lubin Mansion than in the Beihui Army. For official business trips like this, you must keep the receipt stub and go back to the accounting office for reimbursement."

Cui Fenghua was both nervous and excited.

What is worrying is that the rebel army is like a grass-roots team, everything is irregular, but Lubin Mansion is different. It's like switching from a casual small company to a large company with strict rules.

What's exciting is that here, he has the pleasure of actually doing something.

"Sir, I will do a good job."

Zhao Chuanxin warned him: "Don't think that I will take you everywhere. If you have any incurable problems in the future, you can feel free to ask me. My request is that things must be done well, but you can't bother me."

"..." Cui Fenghua gritted his teeth: "Yes, sir."

Zhao Chuanxin took him around and planned to show his face in front of various departments.

Don't let anyone forget about him.

When I got on the train at Lubinfu, most of the people in the carriage were Russians.

Today, for some reason, the place was quite full.

It's not easy to find two seats next to each other.

Cui Fenghua was smart and Maozi was tall and strong. He picked the one who looked the thinnest and said, "Sir, can you give up your seat?"

Although this guy is thin, he has a very hot temper: "\u0026amp;amp;￥ # ..."

He growled viciously in Russian.

Cui Fenghua didn't understand, but Zhao Chuanxin did.

He pulled Cui Fenghua away, stepped forward, grabbed the other person's collar, lifted him up from the seat, and slapped him with his hand.

Snapped……

Everyone in the carriage was shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "It's just a draft. You have to speak human language when you enter the borders of Lubin Mansion."

The man wanted to resist and reached out to scratch Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was faster and slapped him with his backhand.

Snapped……

"How the hell do you dare to resist?"

Cui Fenghua was dumbfounded.

As expected, it was Mr. Zhao who took action whenever he disagreed.

But this carriage is full of idiots, and it would be bad if they cause trouble.

Just as he was about to say a few words of persuasion, a thick man next to him had already stood up.

Although this guy was wearing a suit, he had big shoulders and a round waist, with rough and strong hands. The lines from the nasolabial folds to the corners of his mouth made him look very savage, and there was a scary big tumor under his ears.

He stood up and cursed: "Damn Chinese, I..."

When he spoke, the skinny Cui Fenghua was already a little scared.

However, Mao Zi was only halfway through his words when Zhao Chuanxin let go, rushed to the man and threw an uppercut.

The man's head was thrown back, and his upper body was bent backwards involuntarily due to the beating.

Boom...

First it hit the small table, and then the back of the head hit the dirty window of the train, cracking the glass.

Zhao Chuanxin's punch actually did not touch the opponent with the tip of his fist. It was struck by his secondary limb, which was more powerful.

Why are the secondary limbs more powerful?

Just like many people think that fists without gloves are more powerful. In fact, this is not the case, because only when wearing gloves can you dare to use your full strength. Otherwise, when you hit someone, your hands will be useless.

With just one punch, the man fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Cui Fenghua, and then at the other men in the carriage who were silent.

He pointed to the surroundings: "In Lubin Mansion, you Russians are just keeping your tail between your legs."

At this time, the police from another carriage came in a hurry.

One policeman was holding a baton, and the other policeman was holding a revolver on his waist. He was shouting loudly in Russian, seeming to warn Zhao Chuanxin not to be arrested.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Whoever can understand Chinese, tell them, I will count to three, and if they don't turn around, get out immediately, or let them die here."

Someone actually translated for the police officer.

The clinker policeman was furious after hearing this. Instead of getting out, he approached Zhao Chuanxin aggressively.

One of the policemen also took out a revolver, which was a Mosin-Nagant double-action pistol.

laugh……

A flash of red light.

The revolver in the police officer's hand fell to the ground at the same time, along with the palm of his right hand holding the handle tightly.

The cut on the severed hand was neat, regardless of whether it was flesh or bone.

Zhao Chuanxin drew his sword, but now it was so close that no one could see clearly.

"ah……"

"ah……"

The first sound was the screams of the police officer, and the second sound was the screams of all the passengers in the carriage.

Cui Fenghua stood helpless, but the blood spurted from the artery where the police officer severed his wrist was poured all over his head and face.

His vision turned blood red.

He had never been on the battlefield in the Backwater Army, so this bloody scene really frightened him so much that his claws were paralyzed with fear.

Zhao Chuanxin actually didn't take it seriously.

In the late Qing Dynasty, from north to south, there were too many cases of foreigners bullying Chinese people.

If some Chinese people bully foreigners in turn, that would be unacceptable to foreigners, just like now.

However, if you meet Zhao Chuanxin, if you don't accept it, you will die.

Zhao Chuanxin bent down, opened the fingers of the severed hand on the ground, picked up the wheel, avoided the blood sprayed from the policeman's severed wrist, and wiped the blood on the wheel clean on a passenger next to him.

The passenger didn't dare to get angry or say anything. He stared blankly, but his body was shaking a little.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the revolver to Cui Fenghua: "It's not peaceful outside the customs, especially in the border areas. I know that you have never been on the battlefield, and you will carry a gun with you wherever you go in the future. Among the laws of our Lubin Mansion, public officials If there is friction with foreigners, they have the right to kill first in self-defense.”

Cui Fenghua unconsciously took the wheel and wiped the blood on his face. As he gradually regained control of his body, he thought: Prioritize the right to kill and self-defense?

I blanch!

Zhao Chuanxin found a seat to sit down, and the passengers next to him got up to get out of the way and ran to sit elsewhere.

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs and said loudly with his vocal organ: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin, the prefect of Lubin Prefecture. Ask people to wash the floor, and don't fucking mourn here."

Upon hearing that he was Zhao Chuanxin, there was an uproar in the carriage.

Some people went to help the police officer stop the bleeding, some went to wipe the floor, and some fled to other cars.

Cui Fenghua sat down blankly and said worriedly: "Sir, is this inappropriate? Will the Russians just let it go?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a Laodao brand cigarette, took a puff, and suddenly frowned: "If I kill Mao Zi's entire army, it will cause diplomatic disputes. If I kill Mao Zi alone, that will make Mao Zi blind. He deserves it. If I just cut off his wrist, that would be called low-key."

Cui Fenghua: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stubbed out his cigarette, flicked off the butt, opened the cigarette, poured out the shredded tobacco and sniffed it under his nose.

no problem.

His body is extremely healthy.

Far from being comparable to the old beggar in the slums of Rune City.

Yesterday and this morning, Zhao Chuanxin smoked without noticing anything.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt something strange in my lungs.

There is a word for Taoist health preservation called - looking inside.

In fact, when your body is healthy and sensitive to a certain level, you will be able to sense any problems in your internal organs.

Zhao Chuanxin is almost the same.

The cigarettes at this time did not have filters. Zhao Chuanxian thought for a while, took out a piece of agate, took out a cigarette holder with an elf carving knife, stuffed cotton inside, and then stuffed the cigarette into it.

There is a bit of air leakage, but when I smoke it, I feel that the strange feeling in my lungs is significantly reduced.

This may be because the stone water I drank last night is starting to take effect.

After Zhao Chuanxin reported his family status, no one came to cause trouble.

On the contrary, not long after, when Zhao Chuanxin and Cui Fenghua were chatting, the train conductor came.

The conductor spoke in jerky Chinese, bent down and touched his chest and said: "Dear Sir, I am deeply sorry for what just happened."

There were Russians in the carriage looking at the conductor in disbelief.

It was clearly Zhao Chuanxin who started the trouble, but you still have to apologize to him?

They also felt the frustration that when foreign powers invaded China, the Qing government had to cede territory and pay compensation and apologize.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but stand up. He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table and supporting his chin with his hand. He looked at the conductor with a crooked face and said calmly: "The Dongqing Railway has no privileges in Lubin Prefecture, and the Russians have no privileges. Do you understand?"

The train conductor looked embarrassed. He was a tall man, but his waist was always bent: "You are right."

Cui Fenghua stared blankly, and then realized that Zhao Chuanxin's power in Lubin Mansion was far greater than that in Yanbian.

So awesome, so majestic!

In this era, the status of train conductors and railway station masters was very high, even a bit outrageous.

For example, in Shandong, the governor granted train conductors and stationmasters corresponding official titles, ranging from the highest to fifth rank to the lowest to ninth rank.

Not only do foreign railway employees have a high status, but even ordinary Chinese employees have the same status.

In Shandong, an officer refused to show his ticket and was kicked off the train by railway staff. This can be seen from this.

But conductor Mao Zi was respectful in front of Zhao Chuanxin, even speaking carefully.

Seeing that he was honest, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and said, "Get out of here."

The train conductor also kept a smile on his face: "If you need anything, please let me know at any time."

As soon as the conductor left, Zhao Chuanxin said to Cui Fenghua: "In Lubin Mansion, when facing foreigners, you have to straighten your back, otherwise you will embarrass our government office. You are my secretary, and to a certain extent, you represent Lost my face."

The police officer who had his wrist cut off, and the beaten passenger whose life or death was unknown, they were probably just Zhao Chuanxin giving an impressive demonstration to Cui Fenghua.

Cui Fenghua pursed her lips, recovered from the shock, and her mind became active again.

He understood Zhao Chuanxin's good intentions, and the image of him looking at people with his nostrils in front of foreigners in the future appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel happy secretly.

Who doesn’t have vanity?

Zhao Chuanxin was not very talented, but he had a meticulous insight into people's expressions. After seeing Cui Fenghua's dilated pupils and the slightly raised corners of his mouth, he immediately warned: "But you can't rely on my reputation to bully your own people, no matter Mongolian or Han." , otherwise I will find out and break your legs."

One sweet date and one stick, Cui Fenghua lost his temper: "Yes, sir, it will never be like this..."

The train took about six hours to arrive in Hulun City.

Zhao Chuanxin took Cui Fenghua off the train as the conductor sent him off.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Cui Fenghua: "In addition to taking you to meet with the Bingbei Road Yamen and the general managers of Erlute and Solun, I will take you to see the location of the bank. From now on, the main things you will be busy with are I communicate with other departments on my behalf, including the bank and the warehouse I opened."

Since it was getting late and the trip could not be made today, Zhao Chuanxin took Cui Fenghua to stay at an inn.

After Zhao Chuanxin inserted an eye into the beam of his room, he teleported back to the mountainside cabin instantly.

As soon as he returned, he took out a small bottle of vitality potion.

He has a total of 20 bottles, has used 2 bottles, and has 18 bottles left.

He had never dared to try it before, but after doing experiments on the dying woman in Delong's pot and the old Bayar, Zhao Chuanxin felt that there was no big problem in taking it with his own constitution.

Originally, he didn't want to suffer this fate, but during the virtual battle with the Desert Emperor during sword practice, it was difficult for the Desert Emperor, who was stuck at level 58, to win.

That's just one bottle a day, secretly getting stronger!