mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1041: Happy to Hold a Big Son

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin took off his coat, walked to the table, raised his racket and played the ball.

The hollow celluloid ball bounced to the other side, and Zhao Chuanxin flashed and went to the other side to catch the ball.

smash.

The figure flashed again and came back to catch the ball.

The four children were fascinated by what they saw.

The clerk in the shop rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Zhao Chuanxin's figure flicked the ball back and forth a few times, then he dropped his racket, flicked the ball with his thumb and middle finger, and the ball landed accurately on the mouth of an empty soda bottle on the small table next to him.

"Master, I want to learn."

"Master, I want to learn too."

De Fu stammered, "Uncle, I, I want to learn too."

Zhao Hongzhi stepped forward, his knees softened as he was about to kneel, but suddenly he remembered something and his knees stiffened again. He bowed and said, "I want to take you in as my teacher."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette, put on his coat, threw the money on the counter and walked out: "Learning everything will only hurt you."

Then he glared at Zhao Hongzhi fiercely.

Zhao Hongzhi smiled awkwardly and put down his hand.

Benjamin Goldberg suggested: "Master, let's go to the Win Theater to watch a movie."

"What kind of movie is this? It's just a black and white snowy landscape movie, and it even has a ventriloquist dubbing it."

Zhao Chuanxin has been to the Lugang Town Cinema.

At this time, all films were imported from foreign countries and dominated by Europe and the United States.

Apart from documentaries, there are landscape films, all of which are short films.

At first, the audience screamed for a long time when they saw a huge ship that seemed to be about to break through the curtain.

Then it became boring.

So the cinema hired a ventriloquist to provide dubbing in addition to the narration.

As the ship arrived, the ventriloquist: "Woo woo ..."

Blowjob whistle.

Audience: “Okay…”

Start throwing coins onto the stage.

The curtain was smashed into waves by the copper coins, the ship was deformed, and the ventriloquist was overjoyed at the sight of the money and deformed his body along with the sound.

This is an alternative 3D, a 3D in which time and space are distorted together.

Furthermore, some foreigners saw a business opportunity and filmed the funeral scene of Cixi.

At this time, the film base is made of nitrocellulose, which has a composition similar to gunpowder cotton. It will ignite easily and is easy to break.

What should I do if the film breaks or deteriorates due to excessive playback?
Cut one or several meters and re-glue.

It doesn’t matter if it’s missing, but it’s terrible if it’s glued wrong.

My goodness, it's easy for a normal movie to turn into a horror movie with some poor editing.

For example, in one second a group of people were carrying a coffin, and in the next second a photo of Cixi, looking old and lifeless with eyes like a ghost, appeared on the screen.

The ventriloquist's tongue was shaking and he took the lead in making pig-killing screams.

All the onlookers were shocked and said that Cixi jumped out of the coffin.

The timid one was so frightened by the scene and the scream that he was bedridden.

"If you don't watch it, can it still be called a movie?" Zhao Chuanxin immediately rejected it.

"Uncle, you're wrong. That's clearly a movie, a moving picture."

"Exactly. How interesting is that?"

Benjamin Goldberg captures a sense of the extraordinary.

He asked: "Master, what can be called a qualified movie?"

Zhao Chuanxin seemed a little hesitant.

This is an area where he can show off, but it is obvious that the production process is not up to standard at this time.

"From the audience's perspective, the basic requirements for a qualified film are: color images, synchronized sound, and a well-structured story."

The four children were shocked: "Where can we see such a movie?"

Want to see, love to see.

Zhao Chuanxin pondered in silence.

Benjamin Goldberg guessed: "It must be that there is no such technology at the moment. Master, why don't we develop new technology? I know how to make photographic emulsions, maybe we can paint to create color images."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "In fact, Maxwell proposed the theory of three primary colors a long time ago. But the production of color film does not rely on the additive method, but the subtractive method. The film does not use nitrocellulose, but triacetate film base."

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes immediately lost focus.

This was a sign that he was in a fantasy.

His voice was hollow. "Solve the problem of film and emulsion. Sound can be recorded on film and synchronized with the picture. It's easy to match the mechanical rhythm of the hand-cranked projector at 16 frames per second."

Zhao Chuanxin, who knew his apprentice's character well, knew that there seemed to be a flock of sheep grazing in disorder in his eldest apprentice's head, but there was a lack of shepherds.

Zhao Chuanxin is the shepherd.

He smiled and said, "No, hand-cranked projectors are outdated. It's better to use electric ones, which can break the mechanical rhythm of 16 frames per second and make the frame rate denser. Recording is not possible, and soundtracks must be added to the film."

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes remained empty, but his tone became urgent: "What are vocal cords?"

Zhao Chuanxin patiently guided him: "First, you need a pole microphone that can follow the actors at different distances. Secondly, you need a soundproof cover so that the camera can move freely. The sound vibration pushes the microphone diaphragm, and the diaphragm drives the coil to move in the magnetic field to generate induced current. Nikola Tesla is familiar with this."

"Secondly, there must be an optical modulator with a constant light source behind it. Using the electromagnetic induction effect, the changing electrical signal controls the size of the modulator slit opening, thereby leaving a waveform frequency track on the film."

“When playing, there should be a light source with a sound drum.”

"A pipe is installed in the middle of the sound drum, which will focus the light from behind on a gap. When the film passes by, the light through the gap scans the vocal cords, and the changing light reaches the photoelectric sensor on the other side, which is converted into an electrical signal and sent to the speaker to push the diaphragm to produce sound."

"Or convert the current changes into alternating light flashes, record the frequency on film, and then convert it into light and dark changing lines to achieve sound conversion. The sound channel can be a single track or dual tracks to avoid sound distortion..."

It is said that the average amount of information that a normal person's brain consciousness can process is 7±2.

Benjamin Goldberg is very different from ordinary people. His brain consciousness can process far more information than this.

Maybe dozens, maybe hundreds, maybe more.

If an ordinary person has seven plants in his mind at the same time: foxtail grass, thrush, pine, schisandra chinensis, gastrodia elata, acanthopanax senticosus and bracken.

Then Benjamin Goldberg's brain takes over the whole mountain...

The five people stood motionless beside the stone road, which seemed very strange.

Defu pulled Zhao Chuanxin's collar and said, "Uncle, has he been bewitched by the yellow-skinned man?"

"Shh..." Zhao Chuanxin didn't let him speak.

Benjamin Goldberg came back to life: "Master, I understand. I want to talk to Nicholas."

Zhao Chuanxin took them back home.

After entering the villa and passing by the door of the reception room, Zhao Chuanxin saw Miao Cuihua discussing a contract or something with a few businessmen.

The two of them understood each other tacitly and didn't say much.

Like Wilhelmina, Miao Cuihua did not show much of her pregnancy.

If you don't know, you might think she's just fat.

Miao Cuihua nodded: "Second brother."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Brother."

Then they passed each other.

The four kids were all stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin found a secluded place, took out his mobile phone and called Tianshangfei.

Guotie'er's voice sounded: "I'm Guotie'er, which branch of the Qing Alliance are you from?"

"I am Benjamin, from the Umuwielweenenyeltwinwe Umuben Osas branch."

"..." Guotie'er burst into tears: "Young Master, I miss you so much. I haven't seen you for several months. I miss you so much that I can't sleep at night. I can't eat. I've lost a lot of weight..."

"Oh, you're so pitiful." Benjamin Goldberg said calmly, "Go and call Mr. Neely."

Zhao Chuanxin hung up his coat and asked: "Why does the mouth of this pot sticker look like the waist of cotton pants?"

If you pay attention to him, he will never stop.

Soon, Nikola Tesla came and said, "Benjamin, why did you take so long? Come back and be my assistant."

Benjamin Goldberg was obviously in no hurry to reply: "Nikola, I have a few difficult questions to discuss with you..."

The two spoke Chinese at first, but later switched back to English when the conversation became increasingly obscure.

After talking for a long time, he hung up the phone and said, "Master, it's done. It won't be a problem for us."

Although this is complicated, it is not epoch-making in difficulty.

The optical modulator can be solved using simple electromagnetic principles, and the same is true for photoelectric sensors.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that among the series of things he had done over the years, taking Benjamin Goldberg as his apprentice and luring Nikola Tesla to come were the wisest decisions.

The two people are Bruce Banner and Tony Stark from Lao Zhao.

The apprentice said, the master draws.

It took less than an hour and the drawings were ready.

Benjamin Goldberg asked, "Master, can you make it?"

Zhao Chuanxin paused for a few seconds.

He used these few seconds to wait for Xingyue's answer.

Xingyue told him: "You can give the process of making the emulsifier to the printing factory in Rune City. They can do it in a completely dark environment with puppets. As for the delicate work of applying three layers of emulsion of the three primary colors of red, green and blue on the same triacetate film base, it must be done by me."

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to speak, Xingyue said, "What you were thinking just now was nothing more than being thankful for having accepted a disciple and tricking Nikola Tesla into coming."

Zhao Chuanxin was unhappy when he heard this: "How can the affairs of intellectuals be called cheating?"

"Haha." Xingyue sneered: "In time, I will be your greatest wealth."

"Okay, okay, you bastard, do you have to have a seizure at this time?"

"Master, who are you talking to?"

"Nothing." Zhao Chuanxin said, "Go back and write down the process and raw materials for making photosensitive emulsion, and leave the rest to me." Yao Bing hurriedly asked, "Master, when can I see the movie you mentioned?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment and said, "Probably in winter."

"..."

Because Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to watch a movie, the four children played table tennis and then reluctantly walked to the cinema with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Ganfan came back from the library and waited outside the door, slipping back in just when they opened the door.

It yawned and rested on its bed in the hallway: "When will the meal be ready? I'm starving."

Zhao Chuanxin spat, "What the hell? You didn't even say hello to me when you came back. You've raised an ungrateful person."

Gan Fan lay on the bed and said, "If the mind changes with the environment, it is an ordinary person; if the environment changes with the mind, it is a saint. Lao Zhao, open your mind and read more."

"Are you going to Beijing to take the exam?"

Gan Fan curled his lips in disdain: "If the roles were reversed, I would let those good-for-nothings in the capital know who is the dog official."

"Look how awesome you are."

Miao Cuihua sent off her business partner, came back, put her arm around Zhao Chuanxin's neck and said, "Brother, let's go inside and discuss martial arts."

Zhao Chuanxin touched her belly and his expression changed: "You must not attack too hard at this moment. No, you can't even stop at the right time."

As she was speaking, Miao Cuihua's face turned pale and she covered her stomach: "Ouch, the baby is coming out..."

……

On October 20th of the first year of the Xuantong reign, Zhao Zhengze was born.

Zhao Chuanxin was happy to hold his eldest son.

Princess Zhao Lingjun was born without Zhao Chuanxin's knowledge.

This made Zhao Chuanxin feel that he was not a complete father.

Zhao Zhengze made up for the shortcoming.

There is a constant stream of people coming and going in the villa.

At that time, men were not allowed to enter the confinement room, so Miao Cuihua stayed indoors and was entertained by Zhao Chuanxin outside.

Zhao Zhongyi, Liu Baogui, Gao Li, Er Feizi and others all came.

Among the second-generation insurance team members, Wang Long and Sun Yanguang came as representatives.

Upon hearing the news, Du Lizi and his companions were unable to return to Yanbian, so they also sent representatives to deliver gifts.

When Hu Er, Tang Qunying and Li Tonglong arrived, they were shocked to see that the huge villa was overcrowded.

In addition to the top leaders of Lugang Town, there were also business tycoons and even local officials from the Qing Dynasty.

Of course, they are all invisible in the vicinity of Lugang Town.

Tang Qunying gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice: "Our master is really good at flirting with other women. His concubines have given birth to children..."

She is Rebecca Levy's bestie after all.

When you speak, your elbow should naturally turn inward.

"Shut up." Hu Er scolded, "Who is the mistress? It's still unclear. How can you gossip about her?"

"Why can't I say it?" Tang Qunying stiffened his neck: "The prefect keeps saying that men and women have equal rights, but in the end he has three wives and four concubines..."

Hu Er: "Alright, alright, shut up. We are in Lugang Town, not Lubin Prefecture. We won't tolerate your behavior."

"Humph, apart from the fact that he holds great power and has a huge fortune, how can he compare with those infatuated men?"

Li Tonglong said silently: "Sister Tang, just based on the two points you said, those infatuated men would have to kneel down and listen."

Tang Qunying's face flushed: "..."

Hu Er chuckled.

When the three of them saw that one gave a gold padlock and the other gave a jade ruyi, there were seven or eight golden abacus in total, and soon the rare and strange gold, silver and jewelry piled up like a mountain.

Fan Ziliang's wrists became numb from writing the gift accounts.

Zhao Chuanxin welcomed and saw off guests one after another, and finally got a chance to walk towards the three people.

"So I sent you three here. How is Lubin Mansion?"

Tang Qunying snorted: "There is no prefect more derelict in his duty than you."

Zhao Chuanxin was in a good mood after holding his big son, and said cheerfully: "Ms. Tang's irregular menstruation also has its benefits. It only takes a belly full of anger to travel a thousand miles."

"you……"

"Even my dog ​​is calmer than you. Isn't that right, dry rice?"

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

Tang Qun's chest heaved with heroic spirit.

If you argue with Zhao Chuanxin, you will be defeated permanently.

Tang Qunying calmed down and said, "I hope you understand which side is lighter and which side is heavier."

There was something else in her words, as if she was saying that Zhao Chuanxin was in Sakhalin and would not return to Lubin Prefecture, and she also seemed to be talking about Rebecca Levi and Miao Cuihua.

If she knew that Zhao Chuanxin had a queen and Gulizar, she would probably die of menopause.

Zhao Chuanxin pretended not to understand: "Don't worry, Lubin Mansion is definitely not Zhao's unfinished project."

Zhao Chuanxin should have returned to the island in time, but now he refused to leave even if he was driven away.

After everyone left, he went to see Zhao Zhengze who was sleeping.

The child is very healthy, without even jaundice, and his skin is not dark and wrinkled like normal children when they are just born.

On the contrary, she is fair and clean, and her eyebrows, eyes and nose resemble those of Zhao Chuanxin.

The people who came to see the child were all amazed.

There was no wind, rain, thunder or lightning, no auspicious signs coming to the world, and no Buddha's light appearing.

There were no anomalies in the weather or geography, but the child himself was an anomaly.

After feeding, the child fell asleep quietly.

Zhao Chuanxin looked carefully and found that Zhao Zhengze not only looked like him, but also had some facial features similar to Yao Jia. He was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

There is nothing to doubt.

When Miao Cuihua was pregnant, Yao Jia was in Lubin Prefecture, and he didn't have the altar of the old god to teleport to.

All I can say is that the genes of my great-grandmother’s lineage are strong.

Zhao Chuanxin’s grandmother was not pretty at all, but her descendants are very good-looking.

When it comes to Zhao Chuanxin, he is not as good as the previous generation.

The plump woman who came to take care of Miao Cuihua came to the crib to look at the baby and said, "Look at this child. He has the back of a tiger, the waist of a bear, and the eyes of an eagle."

Zhao Chuanxin added: "And there is the temptation of Lang."

Woman: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin said, "You stay here and look after the child. I'll go in and see my elder brother."

"Hey, men are not allowed to enter the moon room at this time, it is easy to attract evil spirits."

The ancients valued boys over girls.

If a man enters the menstrual room, he will be afraid of bad luck.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door open while saying, "What evil spirits? I can recite an exorcism spell that can cut off the intestines of the King of Hell. Which evil spirit dares to come?"

Miao Cuihua was not pale nor weak, and was wolfing down the egg cake.

"Oh, it's delicious. I love it."

"Brother, you are amazing. You gave birth to a child without making a sound."

Miao Cuihua finished eating and stretched: "It's just a few pounds of meat, it's nothing. By the way, have you seen Ming Xin?"

"Just now, she saw Zhao Zhengze jumping up and down happily, and she fell asleep out of exhaustion, so she asked me to carry her back to the house."

Miao Cuihua slowly got up and went downstairs: "Can you give me a bath?"

"Huh? Take a shower now? Isn't it said that moisture will enter the body?"

"I practice balancing skills every day, and the water will only flow out."

"Brother, I doubt you are driving."

"Second brother, there's no rush. Just recover for a few days. It won't be too late to open it again after a few days!"

Even though Miao Cuihua was full of energy, she still fell asleep comfortably as Zhao Chuanxin manipulated the optimal temperature-sensitive water flow to massage her.

Zhao Chuanxin evaporated the moisture, covered her with a quilt, and went to the crib to look after the child.

"Sir, I'm watching you, just close your eyes for a while."

"It's okay. I'll be watching you. Just close your eyes for a while."

Feeding every two to three hours is quite torturous.

As soon as the child cried, Zhao Chuanxin would wake up Miao Cuihua first, feed him, and then take him out to continue sleeping.

Twelve hours later, the child had diarrhea.

After Zhao Chuanxin's skilled operation, the kitchen is clean, fresh and odor-free.

When the woman heard the child crying and woke up rubbing her sleepy eyes, Zhao Chuanxin had already packed up.

The child stopped crying and fell asleep again with a smacking of the lips.

The woman lifted her clothes and walked forward, looking left and right, and even leaned over to sniff.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin suspiciously.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and said, "Go back to sleep. When you wake up completely, take over my shift."

The next day, Sixiao came, and while teasing the child, Zhao Hongzhi accidentally poked Zhao Zhengze's arm with his finger, hurting him.

Zhao Zhengze opened his mouth and howled.

Zhao Hongzhi was startled and stepped back timidly, thinking he was going to be scolded.

But Zhao Chuanxin just patted Zhao Zhengze's tender little arm and said, "You are one year old, you are in your prime, what is there to cry about?"

Zhao Hongzhi: "..."

What can I say? He doesn’t know that he is Zhao Zhengze’s great-grandfather!
If Zhao Chuanxin scolded him, wouldn't that be a sin for Zhao Zhengze?
Benjamin Goldberg brought with him a process and list of ingredients for making photographic emulsions and improved methods.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his words and chased them away: "Go away, come back later. Zhao Zhengze is not old enough to be a toy yet."

(End of this chapter)