The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

This trivial matter didn't even require Niu Zihou to take action personally. He could just casually give the following few instructions and it would be done in minutes.

After many detours, it was finally time for Zhao Chuanxin to go home.

The road becomes muddy, spring returns to the earth, and the permafrost melts and steam evaporates.

Zhao Chuanxin has always believed that living upstairs would make him less grounded and his health would get worse.

If a dying old man can live in a bungalow for a while, his legs and feet may become stronger.

He likes this feeling.

The white crane rests by the lake to gather strength to continue its journey north.

People in the Northeast are afraid of cold and heat, and this is the best time to do it. It’s a little bit cold, and the heat dissipated during work just offsets the chill.

Therefore, regardless of whether there was any work or not, Zhao Chuanxin could see people going out to find something to do along the way.

It would be great to use some sorghum stalks left before burning to sew curtains.

Since the curtains are sewn, there are also women who cut hemp.

The cut hemp belt is used to draw silk, and a pig bone is used to hang the hemp rope and twist it. It has a wide range of uses, and sewing curtains is just one of them.

There is not much prosperity here, but you can survive with your hands and hard work.

They would stop and look at the passers-by on horseback, watching them pass by like a fleeting moment in their own lives.

Zhao Chuanxin is their scenery, and they are also Zhao Chuanxin's scenery.

Gao Li said: "Hey, I used to think about living like this forever. Every year my mother would cut hemp in the spring. We thought that as the family had more and more things, we would have hope for the future. If there are many people in the family, we can divide the family. Everyone has one share. But when will peace come down here?"

There was a hatred in his heart, just like the winter snow in early spring, when he thought it had melted away, but found that there was snow everywhere, and the accumulated water had nowhere to flow, and it would become even more muddy.

Hate hairy people? They are not fundamental; hate Qingting? But foreigners are invading it; hate foreigners? If the Qing court was not weak and could be bullied, how could it dare to attack?

It seems that Qingting should still be hated.

There are many people who have this idea, just like Sun Dapao of Honolulu, who is planning to overthrow the Qing court!

Even if Zhao Chuanxin, who knows the clear direction of history, wants to intervene in the current situation, he will still feel that it is a mess and there is no way to start.

It's better to keep it simple.

Mage, there is no shame in being lazy and occasionally using small means to change the fate of some people.

What's there to be ashamed of in admitting your incompetence?

According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, rushing is the most harmful thing to the body.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that this was correct. When he returned to Lugang Town, he felt that the exhaustion of his body suddenly surged over and spread throughout his body.

Listening to the children in the town shouting in surprise when they saw him, he could only show an ugly smile.

"Uncle is back!"

"Uncle, will you bring us something delicious?"

"Dad, why did you come back?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a bag of food and threw it to Zhao Hongzhi: "Let everyone share a portion."

The two things children look forward to most: playing and eating.

Zhao Chuanxin took the opportunity to escape and couldn't wait to go home and have a good sleep to sleep off all the fatigue!

Gan Rice's belly was slightly enlarged, as if he was full.

"Woof woof woof..."

"Isn't it time to come back? I won't be leaving for a long time this time."

One person and one dog have always been inseparable, which may not be appropriate to say. But it is indeed the first time we have been separated for so long.

After taking off her coat, Miao Cuihua diligently came to bring her some water for washing.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Heat me a basin of bath water, I want to take a bath."

After urbanization, why are rural people willing to run to the city? Because there is no heating or bathroom in the countryside. Bathing is not a luxury, but it is definitely a troublesome thing.

When your body is sticky, being able to take a hot shower immediately, and having to endure it and taking a shower when it is convenient, are completely different concepts.

Even if Miao Cuihua's daily tasks were these tasks, Zhao Chuanxin would not always trouble her.

He soaked his feet first, and then tentatively got into the heavy, thick solid wood tub.

"Woof woof woof..."

Shaking his wet hands, he stroked Qianfan's head: "It's too cold now, you can't wash it."

During this period, Miao Cuihua also came in to add firewood to Zhao Chuanxin's fireplace. She did not feel embarrassed because he was naked in the bathtub, but she was not ambiguous about it, just like she would treat a high-ranking god statue in a temple.

When he came out, he wiped the water off his body with a bath towel, put away or hung up the clothes and equipment piled on the back of the chair one by one, and then his tense mind relaxed.

What is the definition of hairy? Arm and plunder! He did both, but he didn't feel like a coward. What kind of gangster is robbing foreigners?

Thinking this way, he could sleep with peace of mind. This definition made his base camp, Lugang Town, impregnable.

There was no need to worry about any movement. When I woke up, it was already dark.

He got up and held the lamp, and the room became bright.

Li Guangzong immediately noticed the light shining through the window on the courtyard floor and came to Zhao Chuanxin's room.

"Sir, you're awake. I shouldn't have disturbed you, but these expenditures require your signature."

Signing is a trivial matter, the main money is in Zhao Chuanxin's pocket.

"I will put half a million silver dollars in the warehouse. You should keep track of the bills and make detailed expenditures. Pay the expenses of the insurance team members for this trip. Each person will have 10,000 silver dollars, including you."

After hesitating for a moment, Li Guangzong asked: "Is it too much?"

"A drop in the bucket."

In this way, the next day, there was an insurance team member standing guard outside the warehouse with loaded ammunition, and people came to take shifts every day.

The ground cannot be broken yet, but the stones can already be broken. There is not much else in Lugang Town, but there are plenty of stones.

In an era where technology is transmitted one-on-one, it is a common public mentality to cherish one's own skills. Even a stonemason with little technical content has to be hidden.

Li Guangzong was somewhat infected with the "dominance" of Zhao Chuanxin's character, and said to the mason: "I will give you ten times the money and teach these people. You have time to work as a foreigner, and we in Lugang Town don't have time to waste it with you."

Living in troubled times, there is nothing to be pretentious about. I need to fill my stomach first, so the mason readily agreed.

But when the insurance team expanded its recruitment, things didn't go so smoothly at first.

The original farmers in Lugangling Village were willing to take the shortcut to get rich, but the new entrants would rather go hungry than live with their heads tied up in their belts.

The things a gangster does can often push people into danger, but the comfortable environment can wear away people's will.

It was when members of the insurance team were bragging that their wealth was revealed, and many people realized that there was wealth on the other side of the dead end.

At this time Li Guangzong took charge.

Those who are too short will not be accepted, those who are skinny will not be accepted, those with disabilities will not be accepted, and those with poor eyesight will not be accepted.

He proudly set a set of standards and the elimination rate was as high as 80%.

He remembered what his husband said: Don't cherish what is easy to get, but treasure is what you steal.

Zhao Chuanxin took a walk with his rice to watch the masons at work, using technology from another field to improve his thinking model. He also went to watch the live-fire shooting of new members of the insurance team to check their training system.

The newly equipped Continental Pistol is a good thing, and the retired revolvers are distributed to police officers and public security officers for self-defense.

This is how Liu Jiahui appeared in front of Zhao Chuanxin with a Mosin Nagant revolver on her waist.