mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1033 Just wait and see, Zhao Chuanxin can only let it go

When Rebecca Levi fell asleep, Zhao Chuanxin teleported Quetshalan, rode the third-generation dragon, and rushed across the Atlantic Ocean for four hours to chase the moon. Seeing that time was running out, he had no choice but to teleport, and finally saved a large part of the power of faith.

The Hague, Noordeinde, little Zhao Lingjun nodded his head but just couldn't fall asleep.

Wilhelmina was speechless: "Dear, why don't you sleep?"

Zhao Lingjun raised his sleepy head and said with all his strength: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Reunion Festival. My father will come to see me."

Wilhelmina was surprised: "Really? I didn't know that."

"It's true." Zhao Chuanxin's voice rang out.

Zhao Lingjun immediately perked up: "Dad."

"Ethan?"

Zhao Chuanxin really came.

Zhao Chuanxin took his daughter from Wilhelmina's arms and kissed her hard.

Afterwards, he taught his daughter how to worship the moon and the custom of appreciating the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He then told the story of Chang'e flying to the moon, but before the story was finished, Zhao Lingjun fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Chuanxin held his daughter in his right hand and held Wilhelmina's plump waist with his left hand: "Your Majesty, you really have a physique that is prone to obesity. Are you lazy and don't practice balancing skills?"

"Oh, you found out." Wilhelmina giggled.

The next day, the Queen did not attend the morning court.

Zhao Chuanxin and his family of three went to Qiulin to see wild boars.

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to show up, the Hague Arms Limitation Commission received the news.

On the way, Zhao Chuanxin took out a beautiful lanyard, which was a four-strand braided rope. Two strands were removed in front of the pendant, and red coral beads were strung on it. The bottom was a corn knot braided rope, and a Spanish Damascus shell eye inlaid with gold technology was hung on it.

Because he was worried that it would be too heavy and uncomfortable to wear, Zhao Chuanxin chose to use a silk rope. The density of the red coral is not very high, and the Damascus is inlaid with gold and silver and is hollow. There is very little gold, and even the true vision crystal is only a small piece.

He handed the necklace to Zhao Lingjun: "This is a talisman. If you are in danger, just point it at the danger spot and Dad will appear immediately to save you."

Wilhelmina was a little jealous of her daughter: "Are you serious? You can show up at any time?"

"It's true." Zhao Chuanxin hung the chain around his daughter's delicate neck: "But when you grow up, you are not allowed to wear it."

After all, girls also need privacy.

When leaving the city, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly heard crows caw in the wheat field, and their caws sounded very abnormal.

Zhao Chuanxin and the other two looked together and saw that one of the crows seemed to be being excluded and was being attacked by the surrounding crows.

This is a group of bald ravens, at least a few hundred of them.

The besieged crow took its time, retracting its neck to dodge the beak of another crow, and then tilted its head, with its beak extending out like lightning.

laugh……

He actually pecked out a crow's eyes.

It spread its wings to block another attacking crow, and then used the momentum of the crow to spin its body and peck at its abdomen with its beak.

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked: "I Zhuo, point the sword at the top of the head, turn over to block the sword, step back and strike the sword horizontally, lower the body and stab the throat..."

This is all too familiar.

The crow was killing everywhere, making the surrounding crows cawing, but it itself was not harmed at all.

Zhao Chuanxin's swordsmanship has been honed to the core, and these are the moves he often uses. But now that they are being used by a crow, it is so weird.

No, 12 out of 10 is wrong.

Wilhelmina muttered, "This crow is amazing."

Zhao Lingjun slapped the fat boy's hand: "Kill it, kill it..."

The more Zhao Chuanxin looked at it, the more familiar it became. He couldn't help but shout, "Sang Ling."

The crow suddenly turned around and flapped its wings to fly towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Wilhelmina screamed, and the guard wanted to draw his sword, but Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and stretched out his arm, and the crow stood on his arm.

Zhao Lingjun got excited when he saw it: "Give it to me, Dad, give it to me..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored his daughter. The bald-nosed crow was almost half her size and there was no way she could manipulate it.

He took out the "Code of the Old Gods", and sure enough, a line of words appeared on the cover: If you hadn't interfered, I would have subdued this army.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Don't brag, it's obvious that you are not sociable and are being besieged."

"Quack quack..."

Book cover: What do you know if you are a guy who only knows how to hang out with women? What future can you have if you surround yourself with a wife and children?
"Damn? You're so awesome!" Zhao Chuanxin wanted to slap him in the face: "I'm a seam grouting professional. If you walk by the river, you'll get your shoes wet. Why did you come to the Netherlands?"

Book cover: If I don’t come to the Netherlands, will I be your mount in Lubin Prefecture?
Zhao Chuanxin knew that because the Sang Ling's true body was now Zhao Chuanxin's invisible limb, plus their original friendship, there was some kind of bond between the two of them.

Don't be fooled by Sang Ling's stubborn words. But the earth is so big, why did it choose to come to the Netherlands, and The Hague in particular? Obviously, it's because Zhao Chuanxin often comes here.

As for where it came from, Zhao Chuanxin had no idea.

Zhao Lingjun's face twitched: "Dad, you are going too far. Are you trying to make me angry? Why don't you give it to me?"

The guards snickered when they heard this.

The princess doesn't look like a royal child, she is incredibly smart, cute and unique.

At the same time, I was surprised why Zhao Chuanxin was whispering with a crow?

Zhao Chuanxin heard this, his eyes turned, and he said to Sang Ling: "I'll give you a task."

Death: Not accepted.

Zhao Chuanxin said to himself: "Please help me take care of the children. I will provide them with good food and good wine."

Soul: What? You want me to take care of stupid human cubs? How is that possible?

"Be careful with your words, she's my daughter."

Sang Ling: Don’t bullshit me.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "My daughter is a princess, she has money and time, and she can play with you every day."

Sang Ling: Um, let me think about it. Let’s leave it this way for now.

After saying this, it flapped its wings and took off, quickly blending into the flock of crows, making it impossible to distinguish them from each other.

"It ran away, Dad, it ran away..." Zhao Lingjun was extremely anxious.

Wilhelmina asked curiously, "What did you say to that crow? Can you really talk to it? It's really strange. Usually the animals like Juliana, but this crow seems to like you more."

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "What else can I say? I have greater personal charm."

Wilhelmina smiled and hugged his neck and kissed him deeply.

The guards were told not to look at anything inappropriate: It was so disgusting and unbearable.

Zhao Lingjun slapped the stroller's armrest: "What are you kissing for? You just kiss me all day long. Even my crows have flown away..."

At this time, a carriage slowly approached.

The guards appeared relaxed on the outside but tense on the inside, either holding their swords or touching their guns.

The carriage stopped nearby, and the chairman of the Arms Limitation Committee, Bellenat, and the Dutch commissioner Jason Weir got out of the carriage.

When Jason Weir saw the queen of his country kissing Zhao Chuanxin, he suddenly felt itchy and wanted to hit someone.

Looking at Princess Juliana again, he smiled kindly again.

The Dutch princess is loved by everyone.

Zhao Chuanxin and Wilhelmina separated and said with a smile: "Hey, the leader is here, please come in, let's go see the wild boar together."

"..." Jason Weir put away his smile and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhao, Tsarist Russia reported to our Arms Limitation Committee that you want to force peace on them?"

Enforced peace?

Queen Wilhelmina was confused.

What is this word?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands: "No, who is gossiping?"

"He said you threatened them."

"Nonsense, I've been away from Sakhalin for a long time, and I'm not in Lubinfu anymore, so I'm no threat to anyone."

Jason Weir is so angry that he won't admit anything, right?
He looked at the Chairman.

Bellenat coughed and said, "Zhao, you two have different opinions. Who is lying?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Zhao Chuanxin shrugged. "Everyone calls me the honest young man, and the Russians are greedy, cunning, and cruel. They must be the ones who lied."

Jason Weir sneered, "But you, Zhao Chuanxin, often confuse right and wrong. It is said that Commissioner Floss Feng became ill because of you?"

Zhao Chuanxin cried out that he was wronged: "Oh, your hands are two doors, you are really just using your mouth to beat me. I am innocent, it is obvious that Frost von accepted bribes from the Japanese and handed over the weapons and my equipment to the Japanese... Oh, I let it slip, I didn't say anything..."

Bellenat and Jason Weir's faces turned dark.

What?
What good things did Floss Fonto do?
At this time, Frost von was still on the returning ship. The two did not say much, but secretly made up their minds to investigate the matter thoroughly when he came back.

Bellenat said with a dark face: "Zhao, don't go too far. You must always remember that we are for peace, not war."

"Don't worry, Chairman. I have written down all your words in a small notebook. I will read these valuable words three times every morning and evening, and make sure I can recite them by heart. During the peacekeeping mission, I will definitely not let any Russian die. I promise."

"that's fine."

But Bellenat always felt something was wrong, and he couldn't figure it out. …

Zhang Zhidong died.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe that he had never been corrupt.

Zhao Chuanxin’s opinion is that people who are capable but greedy bring far more value to society than those who are incompetent but mess around and have nothing to lose.

The latter would be a devastating blow.

Of course, the premise is not to get against him, Zhao Chuanxin, like Yuan Shuxun.

Otherwise, he will be ruined and even angry to death.

After Zhang Zhidong's death, the Qing court posthumously named him "Wenxiang". Zhao Chuanxin's limelight finally passed, and people from all walks of life were discussing Zhang Xiangshuai's life.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.

When Zhao Chuanxin returned to Sakhalin Island, he saw a row of wooden posts near the Peacekeeping Bureau.

This wooden house looked like a Cossack winter home, with a mud roof and small, narrow windows that were almost level with the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't need to go in to know that it must be dark, damp and smelled musty.

Sakhalin rarely has sunny weather, and this kind of residence will undoubtedly add to the harsh climate.

Since the Peacekeeping Bureau came, there has been a lot of human feces and garbage in the vicinity, which has even seriously affected the hygiene of the soil and wells.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

He saw a row of male and female soldiers running back, sweating profusely, their bodies drained by the cold wind and moisture. Neng Chengwen was also in a state of exhaustion, with his mouth wide open as if he was about to have a heart attack at any time.

"Master, master, the master is back..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Mukeleng and asked him, "Is this your house?"

As the highest-ranking company commander of the peacekeeping army, he must be the first to invest in the construction of a house that can be completed.

Neng Chengwen nodded with a pleased smile on his face: "Yes, sir, you can see that this wooden house is very well built. The wooden boards on the roof are covered with birch bark and mud. In time, they will be covered with straw. In time, fir wood floors will also be laid..."

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his ears and said, "Since the establishment of the Peacekeeping Bureau, this area has become more and more like a pigsty. Your house is no different from a pigsty."

Neng Chengwen's smile froze, and he was very embarrassed: "Your Excellency, you don't know that the Russians in the north rarely build huts. It's good enough to dig a pit, and most of them solve the problem on the spot."

Zhao Chuanxin said coldly, "That's definitely not possible here. First, build a public toilet with stones. The toilet should be covered with carbolic acid and pine tar to prevent the breeding of mosquitoes and germs. After it's built, if anyone dares to urinate or defecate here, I will punish him until he doubts his life."

Neng Chengwen had lived in Sakhalin for a long time and knew the local customs and environment. He quickly explained: "Sir, there is a lack of slaked lime and high-quality stone on the island. We can't build stone houses, not even huts."

This is not something that can be solved with money.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment and said, "I'll take care of the stones and quicklime. From now on, the huts and personal houses will all be made of brick and stone."

Neng Chengwen swallowed his saliva and said, "Sir, even if we have stones and slaked lime, the Japanese are the only ones who have brick factories, and they may not be willing to sell them to us."

"I'll make them an offer they can't refuse."

It was already autumn, and winter came especially early in Sakhalin.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but feel anxious.

He had originally planned to do a lot of big things this year, but unfortunately he was short of manpower.

It will probably take more than one or two years to build Sakhalin well.

Only after it was completed did Zhao Chuanxin plan to let his own people land on the island and take it back in one fell swoop.

Beidao has many skilled craftsmen such as recorders, cartographers, cabinetmakers, paperhangers, jewelers, watchmakers, tailors, etc.

In Sakhalin, the supply of craftsmen exceeds the demand.

These people are paid a lot, and the tips alone are no less than 1 ruble a day.

Ordinary exiles could only earn 10 kopecks a day and had to bring their own food.

Before this, Sato Masayoshi went to the north to incite the poor people. However, during this period, the most people coming to the Peacekeeping Bureau were skilled craftsmen.

They think they can make a lot of money here at the Peacekeeping Agency and they have lost confidence in returning to land.

Zhao Chuanxin received more than thirty craftsmen of various kinds.

These craftsmen were almost in despair when Zhao Chuanxin didn't return.

Because the biggest fortification here is the wooden carvings that can be used to write. Does that thing require any skills?

Stop it.

How much money can you make?

Just when they were about to go their separate ways, Zhao Chuanxin came back to summon them.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Do you want to make money?"

A cabinetmaker shouted: "My lord, I dream of making money. I am not one of those rough carpenters who earn 10 kopecks a day."

Everyone laughed.

Someone said: "If I had known that the Peacekeeping Agency would not build anything, I would not have risked coming here."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "I'll give you a chance to make money. I need to build a barracks, an office, furniture, clocks, and winter coats... I'll assign you tasks and you'll get paid by the piece. I guarantee you'll earn more than you did in the north, but don't even think about tips."

"How can that be done?"

Many people quit.

They are used to getting tips.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it as an offense and said calmly: "Well, then you can go back to the north."

The man's expression froze.

Coming to the Peacekeeping Bureau is equivalent to escaping.

It would be miserable if I go back.

Zhao Chuanxin summoned Sato Masayoshi and asked him to assign tasks to these craftsmen.

Sato Masayoshi said in embarrassment: "These people are difficult to discipline. They drink tea and wine every day, smoke Turkish tobacco leaves, and spend more time resting than working. If you say it lightly, they will not take it seriously. If you say it seriously, I'm afraid they will dare to take action..."

Zhao Chuanxin asked him in return: "Where is Boyarkov?"

Sato Masayoshi pointed to a Japanese house and said, "He is being held in that family's warehouse, and is still being tortured."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Sato Masayoshi on the shoulder and said, "This guy can't eat and drink for free, he has to work. Russians know Russians, you can bring him up to make up for his crime, and let him cooperate with you to lead these craftsmen to work. Don't forget, you are the hero of those female soldiers, you are the chosen one, your trip to Beidao is perfect, you can do it."

Sato Masayoshi was very embarrassed, but he felt somewhat relieved in his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin's encouragement is consistent with the classical theory of transition - let Sato Masayoshi reach the top of a small hill, receive more attention, and move to the top of a bigger hill. With this systematic push, a loser can become a genius and achieve a leap in life.

"I, can I do it?"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were full of encouragement: "You can do it. Remember, a world without action is just a concept. You must take action and don't be afraid of making mistakes."

Sato Masayoshi was greatly encouraged. He had just finished a long run and regained his strength, and trotted to find Boyarkov.

Boyarkov looked calm after hearing this.

Sato Masayoshi frowned: "Why didn't you jump for joy?"

"Haha." Boyarkov said calmly: "Sakhalin Island is a huge prison. Haven't you noticed that the chickens, ducks, geese and dogs here are all in shackles. The free people here are no different from exiles except for their humble status. Sakhalin doesn't support idle people!"

Sato Masayoshi was surprised: This person is quite interesting.

He explained Zhao Chuanxin's mission and asked Boyarkov how to manage these Russian craftsmen.

Boyarkov was confident of victory. "Don't worry, my little friend. Sometimes you don't need to use force to control a group of people. The Peacekeeping Bureau lacks fun. You can ask Lord Zhao to build brothels, taverns, jewelry shops, and clothing shops. The quality must be good and the cost must be high. Then, you can watch. These craftsmen will become motivated without your supervision because they are charged by piece."

Sato Masayoshi's eyes lit up.

I'm so excited, it's amazing.

He asked again: "These craftsmen are dissatisfied because the adults do not give them tips, and even regard the adults as enemies in private. How should we solve this problem?"

"My little friend, this problem needs to be solved from two aspects. Internally, you can build a church. It doesn't have to be big, just enough for these people to hold mass and evening prayers. They will chant 'Glory to the Holy Lord who dominates everything' while cursing 'Fuck your mother'. But in the final analysis, they will not rebel. Externally, you only need to work with your masters to create new enemies for them, such as F.O. Kononovich in the north. Find someone to incite them to curse Kononovich every day, saying that all the suffering is caused by this person. In this way, these craftsmen will not regard those who exploit them at this moment as enemies."

Sato Masayoshi was trembling with excitement.

Zhuo, holding a big grass.

Sure enough, it was the right decision for the adults to ask him to come to Boyarkov.

This is the perfect person who knows how to train gray animals.

Your Excellency is wise!
If Boyarkov heard Sato Masayoshi's inner voice, he would definitely curse: Fuck your mother.

Whose idea was this? Don’t you have any idea?
……

Zhao Chuanxin's mud trowel gloves seemed to have been upgraded after being built in the underground passage by the Fearless Pioneer for more than half a year.

It is more convenient to use than before.

He built a tower from small pieces of sand, making large stone bricks and hollow columns one by one. He was busy for most of the night, and the stone bricks and columns piled up like a mountain.

While he was busy, in the north, V.O. Kononovich was looking at the ultimatum given to him by the Peacekeeping Bureau on behalf of Nengchengwen.

"You will bear the consequences yourself? Humph, what consequences can there be? The worst that can happen is that we won't have a conflict with the Japanese. What else can you do?"

The men in the office were inevitably worried: "But Zhao Chuanxin has captured Boyarkov and our people, and there is both witness and evidence."

"What are you afraid of? This kind of thing happened many times when we were dealing with the Qing Dynasty. As long as we insist that the money was hidden by Boyarkov, he will have no choice but to let it go. I have reported the matter to the Hague Arms Limitation Commission, so don't worry."

(End of this chapter)