mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1042: After the heavy rain, there is water accumulation in the pits
"Okay, girl, Zhao Zhengze has already made you lick his sharp butt, and you can't even open your eyes, go back to sleep."

Jiang Mingxin was rocking the cradle.

"Big brother, I'm not sleepy. I can still relax for a while."

There was even a hint of stubbornness on Jiang Mingxin's face.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand.

Finally, when her head leaned against the wall, Zhao Chuanxin gently picked her up and carried her back into the house.

He always felt that Jiang Mingxin was a little strange.

It was not until the next day that he "accidentally" overheard Jiang Mingxin and Zhao Hongzhi talking.

"Anyang said that since my mother and my father had Zhao Zhengze, they no longer cared about me."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Zhao Hongzhi was clumsy and at a loss, not knowing how to comfort him: "Mingxin, that can't be possible. You see, we are not his children, but he treats us as his own and even gives us New Year's money. How can he ignore you when it comes to you?"

Jiang Mingxin cried, "That's different. Anyang said that parents will unconsciously develop a comparison mentality. The eldest grandson and the youngest son will only be favored."

Zhao Hongzhi suddenly realized: "So these days, you didn't come out to play with us, and stayed at home to take care of Zhao Zhengze every day?"

"Yeah." Jiang Mingxin bit her lip and said, "Anyang said that I must be well behaved, otherwise my mother will not only not let me go to school, but if she is cruel, she will also make me beg on the street. It is because after having a son, a woman's virtue is to be without talent."

"No, no, if he dares to do that, I, I...my father said that I am older than him, so I will teach him a lesson."

Jiang Mingxin smiled with red eyes: "How dare you? You can't beat that little foreign devil."

"Nonsense." Zhao Hongzhi was furious: "I was just letting him go. Besides, if it weren't for his junior brother, he wouldn't be my opponent. Defu and I have received military training."

Jiang Mingxin looked at Zhao Hongzhi, who was serious, and smiled sweetly, then sighed: "I wish I had the Arabian magic lamp mentioned in the Arabian Nights."

Zhao Hongzhi said smugly: "That's all lies. I stopped believing it last year."

"You didn't believe it last year. How dare you say that? How old were you last year..."

"Ah this..."

Zhao Chuanxin and Ganfan quietly stepped back.

He sighed, his face full of regret: "Ah, these kids... finally don't use the word 'I' when they talk."

The dry rice at your feet: "Is this what you are lamenting about?"

"What do you think?"

Gan Fan said: "I thought you were lamenting that they are so old, but still believe in the stories in "Arabian Nights"."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

At night, Jiang Mingxin returned to the room, dragged his tired body to the bed, and suddenly his eyes widened.

There was actually a magic lamp on the bedside table.

It was a magic lamp made of copper wire, with a pink gem in the middle that was probably glass or something else.

There are four words engraved on the mouth of the lamp: The Magic Lamp Outside the Pass.

Ah this...

Jiang Mingxin's clear eyes turned and he ran out of the room and went to Miao Cuihua: "Mom, is it Zhao Hongzhi who came and entered my room?"

Miao Cuihua shook her head in astonishment: "No, didn't Hongzhi go to his grandfather's house in Nanling?"

Jiang Mingxin's eyes lit up immediately: "Oh, so that's it, then I understand."

She hurried back to the room, picked up the magic lamp and looked at it.

She discovered that there was a row of small words engraved on the handle of the magic lamp outside the pass: Raise the magic lamp and you can make three wishes every year.

Her eyes brightened: "God must have pitied me and gave me a magic lamp. Hehe, three wishes a year, what should I wish for? ..."

She thought about it for a while and felt that three wishes in a year were very precious.

After thinking it over, she raised the magic lamp and said, "Zhao Hongzhi dreams of having a real gun. Servant of God, servant of God, I want to give Zhao Hongzhi a real gun."

Jiang Mingxin closed his eyes and waited.

After a while, she secretly opened her left eye a crack, hoping that the servant of God would appear before her.

But there was nothing.

Jiang Mingxin stamped his feet: "I knew it, someone lied to me!"

She was so angry that she almost dropped the magic lamp outside the pass.

But out of the corner of her eye she saw a mirrored box on the floor.

Jiang Mingxin screamed in surprise: "Ah...it's true, it's true, God has been very kind to me!"

She hurried to pick up the mirror box, but was dumbfounded after picking it up.

All students in Lugang Town, regardless of gender, must undergo military training before going to school.

So Jiang Mingxin has also touched a real gun.

The large ring hammer of this mirrored box is gone and the trigger is missing.

Jiang Mingxin was about to blame God, but stopped himself in time.

She patted her smooth forehead in annoyance: "Oh, it's all my fault, it's my fault, I didn't explain it clearly. I should have made a wish - for a real gun that is intact. However, even though it's missing the hammer and trigger, Zhao Hongzhi shouldn't mind it. That idiot, hehe..."

Staring at the mirrored box that couldn't be fired for a while, Jiang Mingxin muttered to himself, "What should I wish for as my second wish?"

Suddenly, her eyes turned red again.

She closed her eyes and raised the magic lamp: "Servant of God, servant of God, my second wish is that I hope that you and my mother will still love me."

There was no movement for a long while.

This time Jiang Mingxin opened his eyes wide and looked around, but naturally there was nothing.

She was in doubt: "Will this wish come true? Forget it, I'll know after a good night's sleep."

The next day, Jiang Mingxin was awakened by a knock on the door.

She put on her clothes carelessly with her eyes half closed, not even noticing that she had put her cashmere sweater on inside out, and went out with her pigtails facing forward and backward.

Zhao Chuanxin stood at the door with a smile on his face: "Girl, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"Ah... uh..." Jiang Mingxin opened his mouth and yawned: "Big brother, I want to eat wontons."

"Okay, wait, I'll pack it for you."

Making wontons is a laborious process, involving kneading the dough, rolling out the skin, cutting the noodles, preparing the filling, wrapping, and boiling. It's a series of steps that takes a lot of time.

However, it only took less than twenty minutes.

As soon as Jiang Mingxin finished washing up, Zhao Chuanxin brought the steaming wontons to the table: "It's time to eat."

There is also seaweed and dried shrimp in the soup, with chopped green onions and coriander for color. Judging from the taste, sesame oil is obviously added to enhance the flavor.

Miao Cuihua didn't get up. She hadn't slept for several hours because of Zhao Zhengze's constant torment. Zhao Chuanxin didn't call her either.

There were only two people at the table.

Jiang Mingxin was wolfing down his food, while Zhao Chuanxin drank his soup slowly: "Girl, shall I take you to the movies later?"

Jiang Mingxin swallowed the wonton and was breathing heavily because of the heat. "Hiss... Master, Zhao Hongzhi said you don't like watching movies."

"If Zhao Hongzhi and the others want to see it, I won't take them. Even if it's Zhao Zhengze, I won't take him either. I'll just take you to see it."

Jiang Mingxin's little hand holding the spoon froze.

Tears welled up in my eyes: It was a servant of God, it must be the servant of God in the magic lamp outside the pass.

God bless you, you still love me so much.

"Big brother, you are so nice."

Zhao Chuanxin pretended not to see it and bent down to pick the wontons for Gan Fan.

He said cheerfully, "Right, including Zhao Zhengze, they are nothing. I am only close to you. We are close buddies, just short of burning yellow paper and chopping off a chicken's head."

Jiang Mingxin burst into laughter and said, "Hehe... you are really talking nonsense, sir."

"Yes, they all said that I was crazy, but I think I am mentally sound. I didn't expect you to say the same thing. I guess I misjudged you."

"Oh, don't be sad, big brother. I am just talking nonsense. How could I be the same as them? We are in the same group."

Jiang Mingxin was in an extremely good mood.

After eating wontons, Zhao Chuanxin called her: "Come here, I will comb your hair."

Jiang Mingxin tilted his head, very distrustful: "Master, can men also comb their hair?"

No one except her mother has ever combed her hair.

Zhao Chuanxin had an extra ox horn comb in his hand. He held the left one, the right one, and the two on the top.

After putting away the horn comb, Zhao Chuanxin moved her hair upwards, tied it into a ponytail with a rubber band, and then used his left thumb to block the hair in the middle, made a circle, pulled it to the right and tucked the rubber band in.

Then pull the hair to spread it into a circle, twist the excess hair to complete the circle, and then put a rubber band on it.

What a nice bun.

"All right."

Zhao Chuanxin moved over her tender shoulders and looked at her briefly.

Wow, the little Loli has red lips and white teeth, and her face is so tender that it looks like water. No wonder Zhao Hongzhi is so confused and his little apprentice Yao Bing always sneaks a peek at her.

Jiang Mingxin didn't trust Zhao Chuanxin very much. He ran back to the bedroom and looked at himself in front of the mirror: "Hey, he looks so weird."

She sneakily took out the magic lamp outside the pass.

Just as I was about to make a wish, I suddenly remembered that the magic lamp only grants three wishes in a year.

"No, wait until I decide what I want before I make a wish."

She carefully wrapped the magic lamp outside the pass in a handkerchief, put it carefully into a small wooden box, and stuffed it in what she thought was the safest place in the bedroom - under the bed.

That is the height of children, because adults are reluctant to bend down.

She tiptoed to Miao Cuihua's bedroom, opened the room a little, and found that the curtains had been drawn to let in light, indicating that her mother was awake.

"mother."

Miao Cuihua glanced at her and said, "You combed your hair yourself? You combed it really well."

Jiang Mingxin's eyebrows lit up with joy, with a proud look on his face: "Really? Then I'll go out and play..."

"and many more."

"What's the matter, mother?"

"What makes you happy?"

Jiang Mingxin hesitated: "No?"

Then he ran away in a flash.

Miao Cuihua went to the restaurant to find Zhao Chuanxin.

Although Zhao Chuanxin cooked, he never washed the dishes; that was all done by the maid.

"Do you know why Mingxin is so happy?"

Zhao Chuanxin said casually, holding a cigarette in his mouth, "Maybe it's the New Year soon, so I'm here to pray to the God of Happiness."

"..."

Her intuition told her that there was an undercurrent in this house that was quietly surging out of her control.

She had to find out. …

Ken Nakamura came to the Fuxiang Tavern, took off his hat, and held the felt hat on his legs to beat the snow foam.

The tavern was still filled with smoke, and was noisy with people shouting and yelling everywhere. You would never find a gentleman or a chaste woman here.

Russian women also came south to grab business.

Ken Nakamura listened to the piano and said, "What a good piece of 'Song of the Parting of Wife and Children'."

"Boy, I finally decided to cut your dirty hair." The bartender said with a smile, "Are you trying to cheat me for salted eggs again?"

"Please don't slander me, thank you. I will suggest to Lord Zhao that the law on slander be added."

When Zhao Chuanxin was mentioned, Maozi next to him yelled, "I heard that Lord Zhao Chuanxin went out many days ago and hasn't returned yet. It has always been that sissy Sato Masayoshi who has been handling official business. Does this mean we can escape?"

They have no respect for Sato Masayoshi.

Ken Nakamura believes that this is also a disrespect for the peacekeeping authorities.

He banged his fist on the bar and said, "If you try to run away, I'll report you."

The Russian had originally said he was joking about running away, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but get angry: "Before I run away, I will kill you first. Anyway, I was exiled to Sakhalin because of murder."

He thought he could scare Nakamura Ken, but Nakamura Ken was not afraid: "You heard it, if I die, there is only one truth - he is the murderer."

"I'll kill you and then run away, and I've already run away anyway."

The two seemed to be bickering, but from the thoughtful looks of the people around them, careful observers could see the danger.

Everyone thinks this kid is crazy. Isn't he looking for death?
Nakamura knocked his fist on the bar again: "If you buy me a salted egg, I will tell you why you can't escape."

The bartender said: See, you are here to cheat for the salted eggs.

But the Russian guy actually bought him salted eggs.

"Go ahead."

Bartender: "..."

The people around pricked up their ears, and the gamblers' shouting unconsciously became weaker.

Nakamura Ken took a bite of the salted egg and showed a happy expression on his face: "Hmm... Not bad, this is the taste."

"Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

Nakamura Ken bared his teeth and said, "The sea is frozen. If you run away, what boat will you take to leave?"

"I can walk on the ice in Aniva Bay to Japan."

"When the master comes back, with just one word from him, the Japanese will arrest you and send you back more diligently than they would their own criminals."

From his words and actions, it was clear that he no longer considered himself a Japanese.

Maozi's face was uncertain. The exiles from Sakhalin generally lacked the ability to disguise their motives. "It's not certain when Master Zhao Chuanxin will return."

"Do you dare to bet?" Ken Nakamura asked with his eyes squinting as he ate the egg in small bites.

The Russians don’t dare.

Nakamura Ken added: "Sakhalin has rain and snow for half a year. With this kind of snow and wind, by the time you reach Cape Crillion, the snow may have melted in the spring. You'd better give up on this thought."

The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

At this time, the bartender suddenly said mysteriously: "You misunderstood, you are all free citizens. I heard from Boyarkov that the free citizens of the Peacekeeping Bureau can enter and leave Sakhalin freely. In other words, you can leave at any time without violating the law."

"what?"

"Is this true?"

Nakamura Ken was anxious. He complained to the bartender in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell me about this first?"

The bartender was surprised: "Why should I tell you first?"

"At least I can have salted eggs this way."

The bartender sneered: "But on what basis?"

"Just because I'm poor, have you ever seen a peacekeeping bureau poorer than me? Besides, I'm still a child. Do you have any compassion at all? I cut grass and feed the sheep on an empty stomach every day, isn't it just to come here and eat a salted egg at night to fill my stomach? Remember to tell me first if you have anything in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Bartender: “Hey, I’m boiling…”

Nakamura Ken turned around and shouted, "Although the law does not prohibit you from entering and leaving Sakhalin freely, you have no money. What can you do if you go out? You have no money to build a house, buy seeds, or buy livestock. Are you going out to beg? Don't you think there are not enough beggars?"

Maozi, who bought him salted eggs, said disdainfully: "I can make money, what should I be afraid of?"

At this moment, someone at the gambling table called him, "Galinsky, come and play cards."

"Okay, wait till I finish this sip of tequila."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp, rubbed his hands together hoping that this would bring him good luck, and ran away.

Ken Nakamura and the bartender looked at each other.

The bartender asked him, "I see you don't want these people to leave? Why are you still worried about the Peacekeeping Bureau?"

"Good man, since you asked, I will tell you a big secret - next year the Peacekeeping Bureau will ensure that every freeman has clothes to wear, a house to live in, a vegetable garden and a livestock pen, children can go to school, and adults can earn money..."

The reason he said this is because these were the only good days he could remember.

After all, he had never seen delicacies from the mountains and the sea, pavilions and terraces, wives and concubines, yachts and luxury cars...

The bartender blinked: "How did you know that?"

"Haha, Lord Zhao can go into the old forest to help me find sheep. Can that be an ordinary relationship? Don't tell anyone. Well, it seems that there will be no eggs to eat today. I will go home first."

When Zhao Chuanxin was mentioned, the bartender's expression became more serious.

As soon as Ken Nakamura left, the bartender spread the news to ten people and a hundred people.

After returning home, Ken Nakamura muttered as he tossed and turned before going to sleep: "With you all gone, where can I get food and drink? Tomorrow I will go to the Peacekeeping Bureau to recite the law."

He didn't know that his interference had surprisingly calmed the people's hearts, who had been restless because Zhao Chuanxin hadn't shown up for many days.

……

Whether governing the people or doing business, Yao Jia's mind is never idle.

At this time, he was walking his dog while thinking about making a movie.

Zhao Chuanxin does things in a very meticulous manner, leaving no trace, but he never misses the target.

Major events outside the Great Wall this year include the laying of railways and electric tracks and the construction of cinemas and Internet centers in various places.

Yao Jia goes wherever Zhao Chuanxin points, and in addition to political considerations, he also makes money by the way.

Since Zhao Chuanxin attaches great importance to cinemas, Yao Jia wants to make movies.

Just what to shoot?

He thought and threw out a short stick.

Suba sprinted a hundred meters, wagging his tail happily, and soon came back with the short stick in his mouth and handed it to Yao Jia.

This game is fun.

Yao Jia took the short stick, wiped the saliva with the rag in his hand, and threw the short stick out hard.

Suba ran out and waded through the snow for a long time without seeing the short stick.

It looked around as if its mind was not very clear, and suddenly its eyes lit up...

While Yao Jia was thinking, he suddenly heard sobbing.

He subconsciously looked down and saw Suba coming back with a dog leg in his mouth and another dog.

The whimpering sound came from the mouth of the dog being dragged.

Suba shook his leg, trying to hand it to Yao Jia.

Yao Jia was dumbfounded: "Suba, you are so unbelievably stupid."

After the dog that was dragged here was released, it ran away in fear - damn, there are so many mad dogs these days.

Suba grinned: "Hiss, hass..."

It's hard to believe that this dog came out of the stomach of dry rice that has become a spirit.

Yao Jia’s inner thoughts: That little bastard Benjamin believed your genius and adopted Suba, who was praised to the sky.

Suddenly Yao Jia thought of Niu Hanzhang, and then of Niu Zihou, the richest man in Jilin, and Xiliancheng, a small Peking Opera school he founded in Beijing.

"Well, why not let them go on stage and perform a Peking opera, like Dingjun Mountain?"

He immediately thought of what Zhao Chuanxin had said: "Peking opera is suitable for the stage, but the world of film should be broader."

"Yes, my brother-in-law's heroic deeds are widely known. If it is put on stage, there will definitely be a lot of people outside the Great Wall who are willing to spend money to watch it."

……

Zhao Chuanxin took care of the baby with great care... no, he was also busy when raising Zhao Zhengze.

Occasionally he teleported to Quet'Shalan to collect raw materials for the transmission of the Codex of the Old Gods.

Ask the printing factory in Rune City to help make the photosensitive emulsion, and ask the natural science warlock in Brilliant Oasis to help make the triacetate film base.

Every now and then, Aguirre Ida and his men would hear news that the executioner general Victoriano Huerta was planning to encircle and suppress Quitsallan.

They were in a panic.

While Zhao Chuanxin was there, Pablo Rojas told Zhao Chuanxin about his concerns.

Zhao Chuanxin is delighted to have a son and is in a very good mood.

This executioner general has taken a narrow path and is somewhat short-sighted.

"The road to the underworld is long, but I can help you take a shortcut."

Zhao Chuanxin transported all the heavy weapons discarded by the Lugang Town Insurance Team and sold them to the rebel leader Emiliano Zapata on a buy-one-get-one-free basis.

The Mexican authorities were in a state of panic for a while.

The spark of the uprising had the potential to spread like wildfire, making the United States extremely angry.

In their spare time, Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue tinkered with camera parts, fixing lenses, DC brushless motors, ratchets, microphones, current amplifiers, optical modulators, and dual-track recording systems...

He needed to make sure the film could be made before considering the equipment for its broadcast.

Zoom lens is Xingyue’s forte and nothing can stop it.

The technology is stuck on the removable battery.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on a recliner in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with the last rays of sunset shining brightly.

This scene is just like it was back then, yet it seems like a lifetime ago.

He glanced at Zhao Zhengze who was sleeping in the cradle, opened the "Code of the Old Gods" and put himself in it.

He used the Fearless Pioneer's vision to look at the notebook, which roughly recorded the major events during this period.

A day in the cave means a thousand years in the world.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the Fearless Vanguard to use the energy fluctuation convergence rune fragments to teleport to the Shadow Forest, and then ride the third-generation dragon to find the monster to develop batteries.

Only a few days had passed on Earth, but the weirdo had already conducted thousands of experiments.

When the finished product was handed over to Zhao Chuanxin, the battery inside was no longer lead-acid, but blue crystal and power conversion device.

According to the notes, the Fearless Pioneer asked the weirdo: "Why didn't you use lead acid?"

The ancestor of the electric player in the world of "Old God Code" replied: "After a heavy rain, there will be water accumulation in the potholes. Lead-acid batteries will bring down my reputation."

(End of this chapter)