mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1037 The Regent is furious
Regarding domestic films, most fashionable people or coastal residents say that it started in Shanghai. The owners of Xu Garden in Tangjia Lane in Zhabei, Xu Dishan, Xu Guanyun, and Xu Lingyun, father and son, purchased movie projectors and films from abroad through Jardine Matheson.

On August 1896, 8, they released a film, which was accompanied by fireworks, acrobatic performances and other performances.

There were 14 short films at the time, and the one whose name is memorable is called "Fire in the Stable".

But Herbert Ponting has always stressed that this statement is wrong.

He said that Xuyuan Film was actually a slide show, not a movie.

The earliest Chinese movies should be "The Tsar Enters Paris" and "French Cavalry Regiment Reviewed" shown in the Concert Hall of Hong Kong City Hall. The projector model was Cinematograph and the owner of the projector was named Chavit.

In any case, when this imported product first arrived in China, its lifelike and moving images caused a huge sensation.

But at this time, most movies were documentary shorts and rarely told stories.

Zhang Shouzeng was surprised: "Why did you have such a thought?"

"Heh..." Yao Jia laughed: "The prefect has built many theaters, most of which have screening rooms. Can't you see the trick?"

"Oh no." Zhang Shouzeng was convinced: "Yao Shijie, you are too scheming, which is not a good thing."

As an official, he has to guess his superiors' intentions every day. Especially since Yao Jia is a "red-topped businessman" in Lubin Prefecture, it is somewhat worrying.

Yao Jia disagreed: "The prefect once said that capable officials who take advantage of opportunities make far greater contributions than incompetent and honest officials. Yao is not corrupt, but he uses public office for personal gain and is upright. There is nothing I would not say to others."

"you……"

Zhang Shouzeng had nothing to say.

After a long silence, he asked, "What do you want to shoot? Another shot of Dingjun Mountain?"

"There are other plays. I'll decide after I think about it..."

……

In early November.

Representatives of the Advisory Councils of 16 provinces went to Shanghai, and after gathering, they decided to go to Beijing on the 30th to petition for a constitution.

The Lubin Prefecture Advisory Council was not included in this.

In the same month, Japan established the "Anti-Zhao Chuanxin Research Society", abbreviated as - Anti-Zhao Society.

The name is very blatant, indicating that Japan's purpose of regarding Zhao Chuanxin as the biggest obstacle to its invasion of East Asia is more clear.

The combativeness and mass character of the anti-Zhao Chuanxin movement increased accordingly.

The most important activity against the Zhao Society is to discuss and study how to undermine the fighting power of Zhao Chuanxin, which is still at the paper stage.

There are people or things that are unsolvable in every period.

For example, during a certain period of time, tanks were invincible.

At a certain period, there was no solution to blitzkrieg.

At one point, there was no solution to the mushroom cloud.

At one point, there was no solution for drones.

And in this era, Zhao Chuanxin = no solution.

In addition to these things, the Governor of Shandong redeemed the mining rights of five minerals near the German railway in Shandong for 34 taels of silver.

The people considered it a great shame that they had to spend money to redeem their own things.

Many people are looking forward to Zhao Chuanxin's move.

However, the money was paid and the country was calm.

Some people were disappointed, and some radical people even started cursing and again used moral blackmail, publishing articles in newspapers saying that Zhao Chuanxin was doing nothing.

……

Zhao Chuanxin is used to doing things according to his own likes and dislikes, but he hardly ever sets foot in Shandong.

Just because there was someone very important to him who had not yet been born.

In this time and space, there is no hope for his parents.

Liu Baogui married and had children, and took a different path. He would no longer be a member of the original historical family of five generations of poor peasants.

Not to mention Zhao Zhongyi's lineage, Zhao Hongzhi and Jiang Mingxin somehow started flirting with each other at a young age.

Zhao Chuanxin felt a mixture of confusion and emotions.

But the last person who is crucial to him must be born safely.

So even if there is a lot of noise outside, Zhao Chuanxin will not go to Shandong. No matter what happens, the earth will still turn without anyone.

The greatest heroes serve their country and their people. Isn’t that just a slogan shouted to others?

There was frost on the glass windows of the Peacekeeping Bureau's high tower, and it looked like snow, fog, and wind outside. In short, it was not good weather.

This caused the house to feel dim and gloomy.

Zhao Chuanxin sat listlessly in the chair, supporting his chin with one hand and holding a pen in the other hand, scribbling casually on the paper.

Standing next to her was the cute Shirasaka Inori.

At the desk was a Russian craftsman who was complaining about the Japanese family they were staying with.

"They made us sleep in the barn, and it was freezing cold."

"They secretly eat smoked whale tenderloin and only give us rice balls."

"them……"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were wandering, and his pupils seemed to be focused on the depths of the alley in the picture he was painting.

This is actually a storyboard, also called a storyboard.

It's the storyboard of the movie.

When Zhao Chuanxin was about 16 or 17 years old, he suddenly had the idea of ​​becoming a director when he grew up.

So I started learning painting.

As an adult, after graduating from college, whenever he picked up a pen, he always smelled a bad odor.

I searched for a long time but couldn't find the source. Later I discovered that the paper under my pen contained moldy dreams and rotten ideals.

Damn it, Lao Zhao just turned around and started a live broadcast, directing and acting in his own self-developed huge contemporary handicrafts, who the hell is he comparing himself to?
Only when there was no sound in the room did Zhao Chuanxin look up and asked in confusion, "No more?"

Two Maozi craftsmen: "No more."

"If you don't have any, just leave. I've been a priest part-time for a while. I'm listening to your nagging. What else do you want?"

Shirasaka Norimi burst out laughing.

The two craftsmen blushed and said, "But, sir, you haven't given us a solution yet."

Zhao Chuanxin sighed and asked earnestly, "Do you know why you have to bend over and squat to poop?"

The two were stunned: "Isn't this always the case? Are there any exceptions?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Because you are too weak now, otherwise you would have to stand and pull. You are just ordinary people in the Peacekeeping Bureau, living in someone else's home, how can you think of turning the tables and becoming the master?"

One of the older craftsmen stiffened his neck and said, "But I am almost 60 years old this year. Isn't the reason I came to the Peacekeeping Bureau to get preferential treatment?"

"Are you kidding?" Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened. "Don't underestimate yourself. At 60, you are at the right age to venture out. Well, if you have nothing else to do, go out. Remember to close the door. It's very cold."

After the two greedy bastards left, Zhao Chuanxin told Shirasaka Qimei: "Next time they come, you will receive them and deal with them as appropriate, two idiots."

How to say it, the current management model is the way the Russians and European regions govern their people.

Because there are generally few people there, so few that the intermediate procedures can be saved, and the Chief Executive can fully receive them.

At first Zhao Chuanxin felt it was quite new and exciting, but after a few days he became fed up with it.

There were people who made false reports, made unreasonable demands...a lot of shit.

Then Levitan reported: "Sir, the sheep of the Japanese Nakamura Ken have not been found yet. It seems that they went west, but the wind and snow obscured their tracks. I'm afraid they were eaten by black bears and tigers in the mountains. I think we should just forget it..."

There are not so many patriots in this world.

Many Russians in the north are clamoring to return to their homeland, not because they are patriotic, but because they are eager to leave this island which is not a place for human beings.

Among the Japanese, many surrendered to the Peacekeeping Agency and became its free citizens.

Otherwise, according to the laws of the Peacekeeping Bureau, they would not be able to survive in Fuxiang County.

Yesterday, a Japanese man named Ken Nakamura reported that his sheep was missing.

How far can a sheep run in the ice and snow?

Levitan sent people to look for it, but to no avail.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his tweed coat and said, "Well, Levitan, you take charge of the situation here, and I'll go see what's going on."

Levitan's face turned bitter.

He didn't want to do this job either.

Therefore, Boyarkov's position is actually difficult to replace.

Although it was not dark yet, there was a strong wind and snow.

Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

The road that Zhao Chuanxin had called on workers to rush to build before the snow began was now submerged in snow.

So he was leaping forward.

Every time I step on the ground, I float at least ten meters before landing.

Even so, after walking a mile, he still had to take off his boots and dump out the snow.

The snow melted on my face, and the wet skin was blown by the southeast wind, which was as painful as if it was cut by a knife.

If even Zhao Chuanxin feels that the environment is bad, then it is really not a place for human beings to stay.

Once again, after Zhao Chuanxin floated more than ten meters and landed on the ground, his body suddenly shortened and the deep snow covered his waist.

"Wang Defa..."

Zhao Chuanxin cursed loudly, this road had clearly been repaired, so why was there such a big pit waiting for him to fall into?

In fact, it was just because he was too heavy. There was a layer of frozen snow underneath. If he weighed less than 150 kilograms, he would not have fallen into it. The key point was that he weighed 180 kilograms.

The Russians on the island, no matter they are 135 meters, 135 meters, or 35 meters tall, have their weight controlled by diet to below kilograms. Of those kilograms of flesh and blood, at least kilograms is vodka. Can you imagine?
Not to mention the Japanese, they were called fat if they weighed 150 kilograms. Can you imagine the reason behind this?
Zhao Chuanxin shrank his neck, shook off the snow from his collar, and began to use the Old God's Altar to flash.

Everything within sight can be reached in an instant.

He didn't use it before because he was worried about the biggest tragedy of this century - in the early 20th century, the god of war Zhao Chuanxin was overweight due to lack of exercise in winter, and suffered from severe hypertension, fatty liver, and diabetes. Since then, he has never logged into the battlefield again...

This was Zhao Chuanxin’s first visit to Nakamura Ken’s house, and he had never met the victim in person.

As I walked into the yard, I heard a conversation coming from the animal pen.

A child was incredulous and angrily asked: "Why did you do that to her, that..."

A man said in a nonchalant tone: "She was lying there, her body was very warm, she was so alive, what could I do?"

The child got even angrier: "You are a butcher, and I asked you to come here to cut meat, not to do anything else."

The man also got angry: "I don't need a child to teach me how to work."

"But this is a dead sheep, and you're still treating it like that. You're the most disgusting butcher I've ever seen."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was frightened and stunned.

He walked in and saw a child about ten years old and a Russian with a messy beard in the corral.

On the table was a dead sheep that had already frozen solid.

"Ahem..." Zhao Chuanxin coughed twice to attract the attention of the two people, and then said: "I am not curious at all, and I will let this conversation rot in silence."

The Russian butcher finally looked embarrassed.

After all, the person he was facing at this time was not a child, but Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin asked in a deep voice, "Kid, who is Nakamura Ken to you? Go and call him over."

The child sighed and said maturely, "I am not that person, sir. I am Ken Nakamura."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin heard Levitan's report that Nakamura Ken raised a flock of sheep by himself and was an adult. "You are the only one in your family?"

"Yes, sir. It's not easy to raise sheep. The grass here is so good that no matter how much the sheep eat, they can't grow fat, just like the people here." Nakamura Ken leaned over and touched the sheep's head on the chopping board: "Sir, this sheep is fat. Although it's dead, why don't you buy it?"

"Ahem..." Zhao Chuanxin coughed. "I'm a tough guy who has worked on Wall Street. I can accept short weights, but I won't take advantage of extra ingredients. My dear boy, I see that your forehead is black. It must be due to lack of nutrition. You should take some high-quality protein."

"Well, whatever." Nakamura Ken sighed, "Did the adults come to tell me that my sheep was eaten by a black bear? I can't find it anymore?"

After saying this, I felt infinitely melancholy.

The Maozi butcher sneered: "Black bears sleep in winter and will not come out at all. Your sheep are simply lost. But at this time, who dares to go into the old forest to find sheep for you? Don't make things difficult for Master Zhao Chuanxin."

Nakamura Ken frowned and said, "Alas, the old forest is full of tigers, leopards, bears and bears, and the villages are also full of tigers, leopards, bears and bears. I don't know if I can grow up. It seems that joining the Peacekeeping Bureau is no different from before."

Zhao Chuanxin patted his shoulder and said, "My condolences. I also thought that I wouldn't live past thirty with my personality, but guess what?"

"You've lived past thirty?"

"No, I never lived past thirty."

Then go to another world and continue living.

Where can I go to reason?

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his collar and said, "I'll go out and look for it."

There was a glimmer of hope in Ken Nakamura's eyes.

This is Lord Zhao Chuanxin, and his legend is spread throughout Japan.

"Sir, can you find it?"

"That depends on whether you want to hear the truth or a lie."

The light on Nakamura Ken's face quickly dimmed: "It's possible to find a lie, but the truth is hopeless, right?"

"No, the truth can be found, but the lie is something I will find, sell the sheep, put the money in my pocket, and then tell you."

"..."

Before Zhao Chuanxin left, Nakamura Ken suddenly looked up and said, "Sir, this butcher actually kissed the dead sheep. What do you mean by high-quality protein?"

The butcher's face turned red and his neck became thick: "I was testing whether the sheep was breathing. Its body was warm at the time, so I thought it was not dead yet. How could I cut a sheep that was not dead? If you were closer, you would accuse me of kissing a dead sheep. How abominable."

Zhao Chuanxin almost tripped over a wooden board on the ground: "I don't think you look like a serious kid."

In Sakhalin, being by the sea is one way of being cold, and being near the woods is another way of being cold.

Either way, it will make your life worse than death.

Many exiles in the north had a two-month peak period of escape each year.

One is in December and the other is in July.

The coldest and warmest times.

When it was the coldest, even the prison guards, police and soldiers who were guarding them would not pursue them.

When it’s the warmest, at least you won’t freeze to death if you escape.

However, no matter what season it is, there are usually two outcomes for the fugitives - they come back on their own or they die outside.

Because there are mountains and forests everywhere.

Among the Russians, both exiles and freemen said in one voice: "These green treasures belong only to God."

People don't even dare to go in.

Zhao Chuanxin rode the Third Generation Dragon to the edge of the forest and got off.

Looking at the dense forest with branches bent by hangings and the gray sky, he suddenly thought of poetic realism. He took out his camera without hesitation and took several photos from various angles with great effort during the long exposure.

After collecting the camera, he asked Xingyue, "Any clues?"

In the end, Xingyue took on everything.

Xingyue said: "I saw tree bark gnawed by sheep in several places, but the footprints have been covered by the wind and snow."

Cows eat grass, leaving the roots; sheep gnaw on trees, until the trees die.

Goats cause great damage to forests.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the dense forest and steep slopes. The three generations of dragons could not travel through them, so they had to measure them on their two legs.

Following the gnawed bark and branches of dwarf trees as clues, Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the bare tree trunks and floated up and down the mountain.

After walking for about forty minutes, he suddenly heard the sound of branches breaking, followed by a low roar.

"Roar……"

Not a bear.

……

On the Dongqing Railway train.

Hu Er led the team, and Tang Qunying and Li Tonglong accompanied them.

Eight patrol officers provided an armed escort.

There were two more children and a dog in the team - Benjamin Goldberg and Yao Bing and Gan Fan.

Benjamin Goldberg said he wanted to take his fellow apprentice to Lugang Town to see the world.

Two people and a dog were at the end connection of the carriage.

The red light flashes frequently, and every time it flashes, there will be an additional mark on the train carriage.

Yao Bing scratched his head: "Brother, you always use the light blade better than me. Does that mean you are really smarter than me?"

"What? You still doubt this?" Benjamin Goldberg said in disbelief. "It's great that you can learn the mysterious Light Blade. Not everyone can learn it."

The dog rolled its eyes and raised its paw to scratch the ground, leaving five scratches.

The fellow disciples were stunned.

Will it too?
Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

"Brother, what does it say when you're eating?"

"Well, it's better if you don't know about this."

"Brother, what does Lugang Town have? Can it compare to Lubin Prefecture?"

"It's even better than that. But Lubinfu is a land port with a geographical advantage. It's rich in minerals and has cattle and sheep everywhere. As long as it is properly developed, it will surpass Lugang Town sooner or later."

"Brother, what should we do if we encounter the Maozi and the horse bandits in Lugang Town?"

"Haha, Brother, I have put all my life's knowledge into it and will definitely keep you safe, so don't worry."

"Oh..." Yao Bing looked at the connection between the carriages and said worriedly, "Brother, I think we should not use the light blades anymore. I see that the bones and tendons around them have been cut by us, and the train may be disconnected."

"Ah... I hadn't thought of that."

……

Tatar Strait, Baikal.

Neng Chengwen was a little jealous of Boyarkov.

This guy is eloquent and he talked happily with the captain, poets, officers and other learned people on the ship.

In his spare time, he would just look out of the porthole in the cabin with a calm expression on his face.

Neng Chengwen asked him: "How do you manage to be content with whatever happens?"

Boyarkov knocked off the ash from his pipe, put away his smile and said coldly: "Life is not for wimps.

Apart from Lord Zhao Chuanxin, who have I ever feared with my iron will? "

"Look at you, you're so eager to brag!"

……

Beijing.

The regent Aisin-Gioro Zaifeng was unable to sleep or eat.

It was because he received word that Zhao Chuanxin's team, whether secretly or overtly, were preparing to gather in Lugang Town for a meeting.

Originally, the Lugang Town meeting was a low-key one, but this year was particularly different.

The regent was terrified, and all the enamel-handled pots and doucai tea cups in the palace were destroyed.

Being the regent, I feel so insecure.

First, he removed the thorn in his side, Pu Wei, then removed the thorn in his flesh, Yuan Weiting, and then dealt with the meddling Longyu.

After doing all this, taking into account Zhao Chuanxin's great military power and the constant rebellions in the south, Zaifeng hurriedly cultivated his confidants, organized a royal guard, and made use of Tieliang, Shanqi, Zaixun, Zaize and Zaitao.

However, judging from the development trend of things in the past year.

This imperial guard was built to guard against Zhao Chuanxin, but it seems to be of no use.

When Zaifeng heard that Zhao Chuanxin and his men had gathered in Lugang Town, he immediately became furious: "What is this thief going to do?"

Yu Lang pursed his lips and said, "I have inquired about it. The Lugang Town meeting is held as scheduled every year without exception. Your Majesty does not need to be angry."

I think it’s better to have less things to do than more.

Zaifeng sneered three times: "Are previous years as lively as this year?"

"This……"

Yulang had no choice but to look at Zaitao, who was also the military advisor.

Zaitao pondered and said, "It doesn't matter whether it's lively or not. It's better to test it a little bit to see if that person has any rebellious intentions. That's the key."

Zaifeng's anger subsided a little: "How to test it?"

Zaitao covered his mouth with his fist and coughed: "It would be best to confront him face to face."

"That won't work." Yu Lang rejected it immediately: "Zhao Chuanxin is a murderous villain. Who can control him when he gets angry? A gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall!"

Zaitao made the next best choice: "For such a major matter, we must test it. If we can't meet, we must talk in real time. Don't we have a telephone?"

(End of this chapter)