mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1043 Ideology on the Face

The blue crystal battery is not small, measuring fifteen centimeters square, but it is nothing compared to the lead-acid battery at this time in terms of size or weight.

The only drawback is that the blue crystal battery can only discharge but cannot charge the blue crystal. Otherwise, Zhao Chuanxin would have another lucrative business.

Zhao Chuanxin doped and refined the soft gold alloy according to proportion.

Xingyue manipulated the black puppet craftsman to grow the camera body out of soft gold alloy and wrapped the assembled parts tightly.

Zhao Chuanxin installed the film and batteries, turned on the lens and everything in the house was clearly visible.

He carried the camera to Zhao Zhengze and pointed the camera at him: "Son, give dad a smile."

Zhao Zhengze: "Wow..."

Start howling.

"Zhao, you're done."

Having said that, Zhao Chuanxin used his knees to support the cradle to quiet him down.

For some reason, children in later generations were more prone to hernias, but children at this time rarely seem to have that problem.

It is said that hernias are caused by crying.

In any case, the baby must be held. If you don’t hold him for a while, he will cry and make a fuss. If he cries too much, he will get a hernia.

It is said that the cost of raising children has increased in later generations, leading to an increase in the proportion of parents spoiling their children?

So, humans are evolving towards fragility?
Zhao Chuanxin said into the boom microphone: "Zhao Zhengze, you are fat and you don't have your father's heroic spirit. If I were your father, I would not wear a shroud even if I died. I would just be shirtless. Do you believe it?"

Zhao Zhengze pursed his lips and said nothing.

I don’t know whether I don’t want to say it or I really don’t want to say it.

But Ganfan said, "I believe this."

Zhao Chuanxin easily carried the heavy camera and could hold a book with his other hand.

This is the enlightenment book he prepared for Zhao Zhengze. It is full of illustrations drawn by Zhao Chuanxin these days.

It's just that the content is a bit weird.

Zhao Chuanxin pinched the book with his thumb, middle finger, ring finger and little finger, and tapped one of the pages with his index finger: "Zhao Zhengze, what is this?"

The baby's vision was extremely limited at this time, and Zhao Zhengze couldn't see clearly, but he was curious.

Zhao Chuanxin brought the book closer: "What is this? You don't even know this? This is a pirate ship."

Teaching this kind of thing, Ganfan was shocked: "Why is the pirate ship so small?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Nonsense, if the pirates had big ships, they would run cargo operations."

Ganfan: "I think I haven't read enough books."

Zhao Chuanxin tapped on another page of pictures of Continental lancets: "Zhao Zhengze, what is this?"

Ganfan: "Let me answer for him. This is a Continental brand jerk."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Wrong, this is the Equality Device for All Beings."

Ganfan: "Are you a qualified father? What will this child become when he grows up?"

Zhao Zheng looked as if he had learned something.

Zhao Chuanxin closed the lens cover and cut off the power.

He wanted to see what he had just filmed, but there was a problem - there was no projector.

Because it is a sound film, it must be screened using new technical media standards.

Another day, Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue made sound drums, photoelectric sensors and speakers.

The photoelectric sensors on both sides are connected to two speakers respectively, which means dual channels.

Based on the traditional projector, it is necessary to adapt to dual channels.

In addition, the screen needs to change accordingly as the film width is different.

Therefore, at this time, the world's mainstream film production lines had to be rebuilt if they wanted to manufacture cameras compatible with Zhao Chuanxin's three cameras.

But Zhao Chuanxin's film production line is in another world.

It took Zhao Chuanxin two days to make the projector.

He shaded an empty room and put up a curtain.

Benjamin Goldberg, Yao Bing, De Fu, Zhao Hongzhi, and Jiang Mingxin sat on small stools in a manner that was ten thousand times more obedient than when they were in school, all with their chins resting on their hands while waiting.

In addition, there was a plump woman taking care of the children and two maids waiting to watch the movie.

"Is it possible?" Miao Cuihua was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would make a fool of himself.

After all, it involves a large number of troops.

Zhao Chuanxin vowed: "Get rid of it."

Miao Cuihua hugged Zhao Zhengze and asked, "Can you do it?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He wants to use his strength to get rid of doubts.

"Get ready, the small theater at No. 1 Yanguang Road is about to start."

Then he turned on the projector.

The world's newest electric projector began to turn and a picture appeared on the screen.

Because it was not edited, the camera started from the wall and then turned to Zhao Zhengze.

"Zhao Zhengze, you are so fat, you don't have your father's heroic spirit. With your father's body shape, I would not wear a shroud even if I die, I would just be shirtless, do you believe it?"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Miao Cuihua couldn't believe it: "Is that what you told your child?"

The four little ones and Jiang Mingxin laughed so hard that they fell backwards.

The two maids were amazed.

The plump woman covered her mouth in shock: "Why is there still sound? Movies in the cinema have no sound?"

A maid said, "I've seen movies, but they don't have such colors."

Another maid said, "I've seen it too. It's much brighter than the movies in the cinema..."

Zhao Hongzhi likes to show off: "I know this, this is new technology - color film with sound."

The following scenes made the four children laugh so hard that they fell backwards on their stools.

Miao Cuihua's pretty face turned cold: "Okay, okay, you are going to teach your child like this?"

"Of course." Zhao Chuanxin said proudly: "Every great journey must have a brave beginning."

It’s a pity that the film is too short.

Sixiao and Jiang Mingxin shouted, "Play it again!"

Zhao Chuanxin played it again.

In fact, not only children like to watch it, Zhao Chuanxin found that everyone likes to watch it.

Although in Zhao Chuanxin's opinion, the picture is as blurry as shit compared to HD, Blu-ray and 4K.

But for people at that time, it was shocking enough.

That's not the voice of a ventriloquist, that's actually Zhao Chuanxin's voice.

The accessories of the camera and projector are primitive but not rough. It is only because of the cooperation between Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue that the craftsmanship has reached the highest level possible.

So there was no malfunction.

When Sixiao and Jiang Mingxin asked to play it for the third time, Zhao Chuanxin's face darkened: "This film should be kept as a souvenir. If it is played too many times, the film will be damaged."

"what……"

Everyone was disappointed.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Master, why don't you make a movie about Guan Yu killing Hua Tuo with warm wine? That would be great."

Zhao Hongzhi was stunned: "If Guan Yu killed Hua Tuo, who would scrape his bones?"

Yao Bing was shocked: "What the hell? I've only heard of scraping away the people's blood and sweat, but I didn't expect Hua Tuo to be even more ruthless, actually scraping away even the bones. He must be a corrupt official!"

Jiang Mingxin looked confused: "If I remember correctly, Hua Tuo is a relative of Hua Xiong, right? Yes, that's why Guan Yu killed him while drinking warm wine..."

While they were narrating "The New Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Zhao Chuanxin lifted the curtain and opened the window shades.

He said to Miao Cuihua: "I have to go back to Sakhalin. I'll have to trouble you from now on."

Miao Cuihua pulled him aside and asked in a low voice: "Mingxin likes to hide things under her bed. Did you tinker with the strange Guanwai magic lamp in her wooden box?"

Zhao Chuanxin showed confusion on his face: "What is the magic lamp outside the pass? I don't know."

"Then she holds the magic lamp outside the pass at night and mutters something about divine servants. Doesn't this have anything to do with you?"

"God's servant? The magic lamp outside the pass? Have you read too many Arabian Nights, little girl?"

"What about Zhao Hongzhi's missing mirror box?"

"What? He actually dared to hold a gun? I'll tell his father!"

"You keep pretending. Nothing can escape my eyes."

"Brother, you are being too arrogant when you talk about the Dharma Eye with the Master."

"..."

……

Before returning to Sakhalin, Zhao Chuanxin spent a "huge amount of money" to transport to Lubin Prefecture.

He can be a hands-off boss and handle government affairs remotely with a wireless mobile phone, but he needs to show up to stabilize the people's hearts.

In Lubin Prefecture, Yao Bing’s friend Kurd is running their new business - selling sausages.

After Yao Bing left, he was the one who made the decision.

The Kurds, with a group of snotty kids, put their hands in the sleeves of their fur coats and greeted passers-by with hot air coming out of their mouths.

"Selling sausages, selling sausages..."

Someone asked: "How to sell it?"

Kurd hunched his shoulders and smiled, "Look at this sausage, it's thick and long, made with the Tsarist Russian recipe. One dime a piece, two dime a piece plus half a piece."

But the man seemed to have plenty of money, so he subconsciously said, "Two for half an extra."

Kurd's eyes lit up: "Okay... I'll pack it for you."

The man suddenly realized, "Eh? Something's wrong. One is one dimes, why do two of them cost five dimes?"

Kurd's eyes dimmed immediately, and he sighed and said, "You can buy them one by one, but you can't add the half one."

It's a pity that no one stepped on the buried mine.

The man glared at him and said, "Then I'll buy them one by one, twice. In business, honesty is important. It's a shame to be young and not learn good deeds."

"Sir, you are right. I am not a good student, so I am not good at math."

"Hmph!" Wait for the man to pay and leave.

Kurd and a group of snotty kids continued: "Selling sausages..."

"How much is it?" Suddenly a man wearing a sheepskin hat covering his face asked.

"Look at this sausage, it's thick and long, made in Tsarist Russia. One dime a piece, two dime a piece plus half a piece."

"What about three?"

"Three, three, three seven-cornered ones."

"I bought it and don't want it, can I return it?"

"You can refund on site, but no refund will be given after you leave."

"Well, give me two on the spot and I'll return the two on the spot. That way you only need to give me the half that you added, and I don't have to pay."

Kurd was confused: "Huh?"

At this time, Arsu, who was standing behind him, picked up an axe and chopped it hard on the chopping board: "Sir, are you here to make fun of us?"

Zhao Chuanxin took off his sheepskin hat and said, "How dare you, little bastards, lie and threaten me?"

Because Zhao Chuanxin had shaved his beard, several people didn't recognize him for a while: "You're trying to bully me?"

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Kurd's ear with his left hand and Arsu's ear with his right hand: "Who the hell are you, my father?"

Kurd's eyes widened: "Prefect, Mr. Prefect?"

The snotty kids were shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked each of them in the buttocks and asked sinisterly, "Is this outrageous? Was this Yao Bing's idea?"

Kurd admitted his mistake: "No, it was my idea, sir. I know I was wrong and I will never do it again."

Zhao Chuanxin threw down two silver coins and took two sausages to wrap them up: "Let's do business. If you dare to do this again, I will kill you!"

After saying this, he carried two sausages back to the government office in Lubin Prefecture.

"Master Prefect!"

"My Lord is back..."

The prefectural government was in chaos.

Zhao Chuanxin greeted them along the way, and finally went to the accounting office and threw it on Rebecca Levi's desk: "The Russian formula is thick,

And long.

You should eat while it's warm, otherwise you'll be frozen solid in this weather."

The throwing motion was so big that Rebecca Levy shuddered.

Rebecca Levi was ecstatic: "My lord, you are too strong. Why do you do this to me the first time you come back?"

"No, although you are quite pretty, I only care about the people of Lubin Prefecture, so I will see them first."

Rebecca Levi's eyes were drawn: "You are confused, sir, I am just a commoner."

Her complexion turned from slightly pale to visibly rosy.

Just by looking at Zhao Chuanxin, you can feel the cloud-moisturizing effect.

Not to mention that Zhao Chuanxin shaved his beard, even if Zhao Chuanxin shaved his entire beard she would still be able to recognize him at first sight.

"Please restrain yourself."

Zhao Chuanxin showed up and turned away.

"My Lord, I will light a red candle and wait for you."

Zhao Chuanxin met with Cui Fenghua and Zhang Shouzeng.

Finally, he went to Yao Jia's office.

The office door was open.

Then someone inside said, "Sir, this is a good deal. You will definitely make money. You only need to invest three thousand taels of silver."

Yao Jia's voice came: "No, I'm old, deaf and blind, and I don't have ambition. You should find another sponsor."

"Sir, ambition is not limited by age!"

"Are you saying that ambition is not about age?"

"Exactly."

"I have not read much, so I don't want to deal with people who have read even less. Please go back."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin passed by the merchant and went into the house.

Close the door smoothly.

Yao Jia cursed: "You bastard, you actually managed to trick me?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Why didn't you let the patrol arrest him?"

"Ah, the governor has returned, and our humble home is now glorious." Yao Jia's anger turned into joy: "We can't arrest him. Outsiders won't know why, and they will spread rumors, which will cut off the trade route."

It has to be said that there is a reason why Yao Jia is able to do business well.

He can tolerate this kind of people.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him about the recent situation in Lubin Prefecture.

Yao Jia mainly reported to him on the construction progress of Lubin Prefecture over the past year.

By the way, Yao Jia calmly and tactfully revealed his intention to make a movie.

"Making a movie? Xiliancheng?" Zhao Chuanxin shook his head. "A movie should have its own complete system. The ontology of film images, the psychology of the origin of film, and the evolution of film language are the philosophical, psychological, and aesthetic basis of this system. I am both a supporter of realism and a pioneer of aestheticism. But opera is not included in this list. You have never seen a real movie, so you don't know its charm."

Zhao Chuanxin had originally invested in building a movie theater, and Yao Jia listened to Zhao Chuanxin's clear and logical explanation, so she hurriedly asked: "What should the movie look like? Herbert Ponting, the British devil, is in our Lubin Prefecture. I plan to let him make a movie, but I can't decide what to shoot."

"Let's keep him for now." Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yao Jia: "Here are the screen parameters and the blueprint of the cinema projection room. You can modify it according to this. I will shoot a video first and give it to you as a reference later."

Before leaving the office, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly remembered something and took out a few things from the secret realm.

"This is given to you by your sister."

Two pairs of snow boots, several pairs of cotton socks, two knee pads, a thermal vest and a cotton coat were placed on the desk.

Yao Jiamei, the wife of Zhao Zhongyi and the great-grandmother of Zhao Chuanxin.

Yao Jia pursed her lips, looked distant, and tried her best to hide her emotions.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin went out and closed the door.

He went to his office and asked Cui Fenghua to bring in the pile of documents for him to look through.

In fact, it was Xingyue who manipulated the black puppet craftsmen to process and identify them.

From huge investments to neighborhood disputes, Zhao Chuanxin will carefully check anything that is marked.

The rest are buried in the pile of official documents.

This process took two days.

The next day, Li Shutong came to Zhao Chuanxin's office.

"How has it been for you, the great talent, to stay in this barren land of Lubin Prefecture?"

Li Shutong's face was full of embarrassment, and he looked as melancholy as the snow outside: "Lubin Prefecture is not a barren land. I teach music and painting in the school. I have no worries about food and clothing, no worries about livelihood, and long vacations. But I always feel that something is missing."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Can't perform a drama?"

"There is a reason for this."

"Can't play music to the public?"

"Um, how do you know all that?"

Zhao Chuanxin's ability to see into people's hearts is sophisticated and unique.

Li Shutong is a person of contradictions.

When you are extremely still, you will want to move; when you are extremely active, you will want to be still.

People like him have to live in different ways.

Once it goes to extremes, thoughts can easily degenerate and one will always think of becoming a monk to escape the secular world.

Zhao Chuanxin had to give him a goal: "The Lubinfu Cinema and Theater are integrated and will be open next spring. You will have plenty of opportunities to perform on stage. In addition, I am planning to shoot a movie and would like to ask you to create background music together."

"Background music?" Li Shutong didn't understand.

"At this time, most movies were documentaries. I wanted to make a feature film, using symbols to express subjective thoughts, using background music instead of narration, and using fast editing to form accelerated montage."

"I still do not get it."

"For example, I want to make a movie about Sakhalin. The story is about a framed exile. How can I express his miserable life? In addition to the camera, I also need to use sad music as a background. This is the background music."

"Oh, I understand." Li Shutong looked strange: "Are you trying to incite the Sakhalin Russians to rebel against the Tsar?"

"Ideology is often more effective than bloodshed."

Li Shutong's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He doesn't care about the situation.

But this music creation is extremely challenging.

But it is within his ability.

He asked anxiously, "When does it start?"

Zhao Chuanxin handed over the script: "Here is the script, take it. Make music with emotions and notes with feelings. After the movie is shot, we will add the soundtrack audio. You compose the music first."

Li Shutong immediately stood up with the script in his hand, his face no longer depressed.

Zhao Chuanxin stayed in Lubin Prefecture for three days before returning to Sakhalin.

……

Ken Nakamura was not killed by the exiles who attempted to escape.

In addition to going to the Fuxiang Tavern every day to get salted eggs, he would go to the Peacekeeping Bureau to recite laws after mowing the grass during the day.

Jiang Taoliu saw him appearing for several consecutive days and asked him curiously, "You don't know many words, but you recite the law every day. Why is that?"

"Your Excellency, I am a free citizen of the Peacekeeping Bureau. I am reciting this in order not to break the law."

Jiang Taoliu was even more curious: "Why did you give up your Japanese citizenship?"

Ken Nakamura sighed, "Sir, in Japan everyone shouts that they are loyal to the emperor. But what does the emperor do? Whenever the people are too poor to survive, he incites them to go to war. When most of the people are dead, the survivors have a chance to survive. My father died in the battle for Hill 203 during the Russo-Japanese War. The Russian machine gun almost cut him in two. His intestines were mixed with the bodies of his comrades, and finally burned. So I think that the way to survive was not given by the emperor, but by my father's life. In the Peacekeeping Bureau, I saw another choice."

Jiang Taoliu was silent.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin returned to the Peacekeeping Bureau.

When Nakamura Ken saw him, he was surprised and said, "Master Zhao, it's me, Nakamura Ken. Do you still remember me?"

Zhao Chuanxin held the script in his hand and smoked a cigarette while saying, "When I eat charcoal-grilled oysters, I think of Shakespeare; when I eat fish, I think of the Bible; when I eat chicken, I think of Kun Chuan, but I really can't think of you."

(End of this chapter)