The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The child's mother thought that she was already trapped in the Hall of Hell, and she was happy and sad to reunite with her child underground.

Someone reminded her: "It was Mr. Zhao who saved your child while you are still alive."

The child's mother was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand in disbelief and pressed down on the child's face and body continuously. She found that the flesh and blood were warm and the bones of the mischievous little rabbit were still strange.

He is really alive.

I couldn't help crying again.

After crying, she pulled the child and knelt down to Zhao Chuanxin.

“My benefactor, it’s hard to repay your kindness and kindness even if you treat me like an ox or a horse.

My son, please kowtow to your benefactor. "

The child knelt down in confusion and kowtowed accordingly.

He couldn't see or hear anything underwater before. After struggling for a long time, he was suddenly lifted up to the surface of the river.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin and firmly remembered Zhao Chuanxin in his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin put his clothes on his shoulders and bowed to the mother and son.

Except for Zhao Hongzhi, the second generation of the Zhao family, Zhao Chuanxin, the fifth generation of the Zhao family, expressed that he was not afraid of anyone's kneeling.

Anyway, after today, I'm afraid we will never see each other again. In addition to accepting kneeling and worshiping, Zhao Chuanxin will not be able to collect any interest.

If you do good deeds without expecting anything in return, then who will do good deeds in the future?

After the two of them finished kowtowing, Zhao Chuanxin said loudly: "Get up, the boat is rocking so hard, don't fall in again. I'll have to kowtow again if I save you."

"..."

The mother and son thanked him profusely and finally stood up.

Everyone on the ship was talking about it, but the boss of the ship looked very unnatural.

When Zhao Chuanxin returned to his seat, Jin Wuzhi embellished and told the story of the ship boss's unwillingness to save the woman, which made people hate him.

Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal after hearing this.

Comparing with stupid people will lower their IQ.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved, Jin Wuzhi had no choice but to give up.

After a while, he asked again: "Mr. Zhao, while you were under the river, did you really see the Dragon King?"

People in the seats in front and behind also raised their ears and listened carefully.

The curiosity about this kind of thing can never be enough.

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "Damn Dragon King. I just looked at it when I went down. It was a big log, very thick. This should be the masterpiece of Little Japan. They cut wood upstream and occasionally use the river to transport a section. Maybe this A log is a fish that slips through the net.”

Little Japan often plundered natural resources outside the customs.

No matter how bad Zhao Chuanxin was, at least he had preserved the natural resources within a radius of 150 miles around Lugang Town.

Everyone suddenly realized.

No wonder I felt the hull of the ship shaking violently. It turned out that it was hit by a piece of wood.

If the wood has been soaked in water for a long time, it may not sink. However, the wood that has absorbed water is particularly heavy. It is a good thing that it did not overturn the boat.

At the same time, everyone looked weird.

Since it is wood, Zhao Chuanxin hugged Lord Long's neck and cursed, so naturally it was all bragging.

But they all believed it.

I'm so ashamed.

Still a little embarrassed.

And the ship finally docked.

Zhao Chuanxin and Kim Moo-ji landed on the land of Sinuiju, South Korea.

Jin Wuzhi took out the documents given by Wu Luzhen and handed them to the Japanese military police who inspected Jiang'an port.

The Japanese military police looked at the documents and then at the tall and shirtless Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin also looked at him with a smile and thought to himself: If you dare to say "no" to me, I will kill you.

Someone next to me kindly explained: "This gentleman just saved a child, so his clothes are all wet."

The Japanese military police nodded, returned the documents, and let him go.

Jin Wuzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps, this means that good people are rewarded.

This level has passed.

The Japanese hated Zhao Chuanxin deeply, and the name on the document was naturally forged.

If the Japanese knew that the person in front of them was Zhao Chuanxin, they would be in big trouble.

After passing by, he wiped his forehead: "I was scared to death. Mr. Zhao, let's take a carriage and go directly to the train station."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, you can figure it out. Anyway, I don't understand what you are saying."

Being called a "stick" doesn't bother Jin Wuzhi either.

If Zhao Chuanxin greeted him politely, he might feel angry.

Since Japanese people often come and go, there are many beautiful Japanese horse-drawn carriages in Sinuiju.

The two got on a car and drove towards the Gyeongui Line train station.

Along the way, Zhao Chuanxin saw many "wonderful sights".

He cursed in his heart: Korean dramas like Dae Jang Geum are all lies.

The hairstyles of women on the street are no better than those of women in the Qing Dynasty.

There were men wearing white gowns everywhere on the street, as well as farmers and ordinary people wearing coarse cloth, with white strips tied on their heads. If Jin Wuzhi hadn't explained, Zhao Chuanxin would have thought someone in his family had died.

When passing a well, Zhao Chuanxin discovered that the way Koreans carry water is very different from that in China.

It's not a handbag or a shoulder bag, but a wooden board on the back, carried like a schoolbag, and the shoulder pole is hung on the wooden board.

This is not carrying water, but carrying water, which is a bit interesting.

On the carriage, Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the roadside and said, "Xiao Jinzi, what does that guy with a deer head and rat eyes do?"

The title "Little Jinzi" always makes Jin Wuzhi feel that he is a eunuch.

He explained ashamedly: "That is a samurai, a samurai from the Korean Empire."

Bangzi's movie really beautifies their history.

This warrior is withered and short, with a deer head and rat eyes, and no heroic temperament at all.

There was also a nondescript saber slung around his waist.

It is completely different from the tall, burly and handsome samurai in Bangzi movies.

After that, Zhao Chuanxin saw a very strange vehicle.

"Hey, Cao, what is that? It feels so technological."

When Jin Wuzhi saw it, he couldn't laugh or cry: "That's a cat carriage, also called Jinxuan. It's like a sedan chair of the Qing court. Only nobles and military attachés with high status can ride on it."

Korean sedans are very strange. There are parallel bars at the front and back that need to be supported, but there is a single wheel in the middle. There is a seat above the single wheel for people to sit on.

In this way, the two bearers, one in front of the other, only need to hold on, pull and push, and the one-wheeled sedan can move forward, saving time and effort.

Zhao Chuanxin sighed: "It seems that your Korean Empire is still ahead of the Qing court in terms of transportation technology."

Jin Wuzhi couldn't figure out whether Zhao Chuanxin was sarcastic, so he didn't say anything.

The Gyongui Line is a railway line with a total length of 500 kilometers, starting from Sinuiju in the north and ending in Seoul in the south.

From buying the ticket to entering the station, Jin Wuzhi did all the errands by himself, and he communicated throughout the process.

After getting in the car, Zhao Chuanxin took out a can and gave it to him: "It's just enough to eat. When we get to the place, I'll treat you to a delicious meal. Do you have any delicious food here in Bangzi?"

Jin Wuzhi thought for a while: "As for food, the set meals from the palace are relatively good. Then there are ginseng chicken soup, rice cakes, crab rice..."

Set meals are like small bowls of dishes, and the portions are even smaller than small bowls of dishes. Regardless of whether it's meat or pickles, it's all done in just a few dips with the chopsticks.

Maybe it's because the Korean court is living a relatively tight life.

Zhao Chuanxin listened and couldn't help but interrupt: "You haven't eaten anything good either."

"..." Jin Wuzhi was embarrassed: "Unlike the Central Plains, which is vast and rich in resources, a small land without rich products can only be like this."

People like Kim Moo-chi represent the hearts of Koreans at this time, unlike later generations who felt that they were the center of the universe.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of a kind of food, sour, sweet and salty, and his mouth was filled with excitement in an instant.

I haven’t eaten for a long time.

He asked: "Does your country have cold noodles?"

"Is this..." Jin Wuzhi thought for a while: "I vaguely remember that this is food from Pingxiang, some of which are not suitable for the table and are eaten by the poor."

"It's good if you don't get it on the table. It just so happens that Zhao is from an ordinary family. Buy me some later and I'll take it away."

If your heart says it’s not delicious, you just don’t know how to cook it.

He had traveled to Jeju Island before and ordered a cold noodles there. Zhao Chuanxin immediately slapped the table after eating:

What a bunch of stuff.

I ate a few bites and threw away the rest.

It can be seen that the place of origin does not necessarily mean that the food is good, and the authentic food does not necessarily taste good. But in this era, cold noodles have never been seen anywhere except Korea.

Jin Wuzhi was a little confused.

If you don't want to eat the good stuff, you have to order some cold noodles. As an ordinary family, I really can’t complain.

There were no twists and turns along the way.

At this time, the Korean people were very docile, and Zhao Chuanxin's eyes had always been very aggressive. He looked around, and the people on the train turned their heads away from him.

I don’t know if I dare not, or there are other considerations.

This made Zhao Chuanxin feel bored. This journey was too boring.

…

Seoul, Deoksugung Palace, Junmyeongdang Hall.

Sitting on the throne was Ri Xi, the founding emperor of the Korean Empire.

Next up is Lee Wanyong, the first Prime Minister of the Korean Empire.

Secondly, there are the various ministers.

At this time, the atmosphere in the palace was tense and tense.

Li Wanyong was a famous Korean traitor. He was pro-Russian in his early years, later pro-American, and then pro-Japanese after the Russo-Japanese War.

Last year, he advised Ito Hirobumi to abolish Li Xi's throne.

The matter was postponed to this year for various reasons.

Taking advantage of his pro-Japanese status, Lee Wan-yong became the Prime Minister of the Cabinet this year, and the true meaning of life reached its peak.

At this time, he was so proud of his horse's hoofs that he didn't even take Li Xi seriously.

He clasped his hands behind his back, paced back and forth, and finally stood still. He stared at Li Xi with a burning gaze and said, "Your Majesty, do you still insist on not abdicating?"

Li Xi trembled.

In the past, they used tactful persuasion, but today, this person actually bluntly forced him to abdicate.

Li Xi was furious: "I would rather die than abdicate! Your Majesty wants to sell me to Tongjian!"

Li Wanyong sneered: "It has come to this point. I didn't expect that Your Majesty would still be interested in the throne. What's the point?"

"Hmph!" Li Xi's chest heaved with anger: "I would rather die than be the king of the subjugated country! I advise you to give up on this thought."

"My Majesty." Li Wanyong showed a look of compassion on his face. "When will you be able to understand the situation clearly? Before Commander Hirofumi Ito shows his sharp sword, His Majesty will abdicate in recognition of the current situation and may be able to retain his wealth. Otherwise, haha..."

Very threatening.

Li Xiangxi, the political counselor, said angrily: "Li Wanyong, you are a minister in vain. Today you dare to say something to force His Majesty to abdicate. You traitor, you will not die well!"

Li Wan looked at Li Xiangxi sideways: "I am thinking about the rest of His Majesty's life. What qualifications do you, a small political counselor, have to talk to me like this?"

Li Xiangxi's eyes were red, and he showed his arms and rolled up his sleeves, wanting to step forward and fight for his life.

On the stage, Li Xi sighed secretly when he saw it.

There are loyal ministers, but not many.

The rest are either colluding with that Li Wanyong, or they are just outsiders, falling for whoever is stronger.

If Li Xiangxi really fights Li Wan today, he may lose another loyal minister.

So he coughed loudly and said, "Shun Wu, step back."

Koreans who inherited Chinese culture also have characters, and Shunwu is the character of Li Sangxi.

Li Xiangxi looked at Li Xi, then at Li Wanyong, snorted coldly and stood aside to feel angry.

Li Wanyong smiled proudly when he saw this, and then put on a posture of not wanting to be familiar with you.

You do not deserve!

After Li Xi finished speaking, he looked at Li Wanyong with a depressed expression and said, "I'm tired today. We'll discuss the rest tomorrow. Please step aside."

Shun Wu, you stay. "

When Li Wanyong left, he whispered to Li Xiangxi: "As a minister, you must pay attention to what you do. What you say and do are all related to the national economy and the people's livelihood. You must not let yourself, your majesty, or even the country fall into a situation that will never be restored. .”

Li Xiangxi gritted his teeth: "I don't need to be taught by rebellious officials and traitors!"

"Take care of yourself!"

After everyone left, Li Xi dismissed the serving eunuchs and maids.

"Shun Wu, come forward."

Li Xiangxi stepped forward angrily: "Your Majesty, Li Wan is really bullying others with this thief!"

"Don't be angry, I have expected it. Last year, he conspired to make me abdicate. There is no airtight wall in the world, and I have known it for a long time. I am keeping you today because I want to discuss this matter with you. What should we do about this matter? After all, Ito Hirobumi has many ministers, but I have few ministers, hey..."

When Li Xiang saw Li Xi's dejected appearance, he couldn't help feeling sad.

He choked with sobs: "Your Majesty, you must not abdicate. Otherwise, Korea will really perish."

"Hey, I know I can't abdicate." Li Xi said helplessly, "But you also saw it. Li Wanyong dared to mention it in front of everyone today, which shows that he has received Ito Hirobumi's instructions. It doesn't matter if I die, but the prince He has a cowardly temper, and if I die, he will become a Japanese puppet."

The Crown Prince Li Kuo is also a tragic figure.

In fact, regardless of whether Li Xi dies or not, he will become a puppet in the end.

Li Xiangwei suppressed his sadness and said: "If they continue to persecute, then let the prince succeed and your majesty still secretly control the court, which may temporarily save the situation. However, this can only be a last resort. At the moment, we should Think of another way. Nothing is difficult in this world, only those who are willing can do it!"

Li Xi's eyes lit up: "If you have any plans, Shun Wu will come quickly."

Lee Sang-soo said categorically: "This year, the second Peace Conference of All Nations will be held in The Hague, Netherlands. For now, His Majesty would not be better off secretly sending envoys to the Peace Conference of All Nations to expose the truth about Japan's invasion of South Korea and call on the European and American powers to restore The sovereignty of our Korean Empire!”

The reason why we say secret dispatch is because at this time South Korea had been deprived of diplomatic rights by Japan. The emperor does not have the final say in foreign affairs.

Li Xi's breathing began to become heavy: "Is this feasible?"

"feasible!"

"Who can take on this responsibility?"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go!"

Li Xi thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Now, Korea is under heavy surveillance by Japan, and I and you and other loyal ministers are the top priority. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to escape."

"After today, Li Wanyong will probably pay close attention to my actions. Therefore, whether it is a personal letter or a letter of appointment, I cannot carry it, otherwise I will be discovered. I can go to Jiandao and stay in the name of running a school. There. Your Majesty will choose another person to go to Jiandao with the documents to meet with you, and then you will find a way to get to The Hague..."

Li Xi clapped his hands: "Okay, let's do it!"

…

When the train slowly drove to Seoul.

After Jin Wuzhi got off the train, his legs felt erratic.

But Zhao Chuanxin, as if nothing happened, jumped around and stretched his arms and legs at the train station.

"Xiao Jinzi, let's find a place to have a meal, and then go to the hotel to have a good sleep to recharge our batteries."

Jin Wuzhi said: "Mr. Zhao, we have been told by our superiors that we'd better keep a low profile."

"Low-key?" Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile, "Okay, then you can find a five-star hotel later."

"..."

Going out for a vacation and not spending any money of his own, why shouldn't Zhao Chuanxin enjoy it?

Afraid?

He can't write this word.

Every time he goes abroad, he feels as if the sky is high and birds can fly, and the sea is vast and fish can leap.

This kind of pleasure comes from being able to do all kinds of evil, killing people and setting fires.

Why are you so polite to Damn Bangzi and Little Japan?

Besides, no one here knew who he was, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Jin Wuzhi was helpless.

It's not about money, as he said, it's better to keep a low profile.

There are some good hotels, but they are usually built in the embassy district. People who come in and out are either rich or expensive. There are a lot of foreign ministers staying there, and of course there are definitely some Japanese, which is very eye-catching.

But when Zhao Chuanxin spoke, he had to listen.

Before coming, Wu Luzhen said that everything would be subject to Zhao Chuanxin's arrangements.

The place where the two of them ate was not very grand, it was just a simple restaurant.

After entering, Jin Wuzhi ordered crab rice, kelp stewed pork, ginseng chicken soup, and some boiled seafood dishes.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the food with clear soup and water, slapped the table and shouted: "Waiter, do you have any hot sauce or something like this? Please bring me some."

Jin Wuzhi hurriedly coughed: "Ahem, Mr. Zhao, keep your voice down, keep your voice down."

It’s really tiring.

There was indeed a waitress, but Zhao Chuanxin saw that the top of her head was like a very thick cannabis flower coiled around her head, and she even trembled a little when she walked, feeling tired for her.

And it's extremely ugly.

He said: "Xiao Jinzi, tell her to take it easy and don't break her neck."

"Mr. Zhao, let's stop making trouble over nothing."

Jin Wuzhi was helpless.

Fortunately, the sauce was brought, Zhao Chuanxin took an empty plate, poured it in, and dipped the kelp and pork in the sauce.

The chicken soup was swallowed in one gulp, and it was a bowl.

Jin Wuzhi slowly picked up his chopsticks, but saw that a large piece was missing from the plate and bowl.

He was stunned.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhao Chuanxin poured most of the remaining chicken soup into his bowl.

"Don't tell me, the taste of this chicken soup is not bad, it can compete with the steamed old hen chicken soup we have outside the customs."

After that, Gudong...

Jin Wuzhi took a look and thought, this is not going to work. If this continues, a bowl of chicken soup will be gone.

He just took advantage of this opportunity to scoop out the bottom of the bowl with a large spoon, barely enough for half the bowl.

As for Zhao Chuanxin, he used his chopsticks to pick up the ginseng as thick as his little finger and put it into his bowl.

He also said plausibly: "Xiao Jinzi, you are as thin as a chicken. You will definitely be weak after eating this ginseng. But I am as strong as an ox, so I don't have these worries."

"I……"

Jin Wuzhi is depressed, why is he so thin and like a chicken? I'm also very strong, okay?

Whenever you have a meal with Zhao Chuanxin, you will always feel full.

Jin Wuzhi also felt full after eating this meal.

I burped straight after eating!

Zhao Chuanxin stood up: "Originally I was going to treat guests, but suddenly I remembered that bringing money would affect the beauty of my clothes, so I didn't bring any money when I went out.

Let’s settle the accounts quickly and let’s go for a walk in the imperial city of Dahan. "

"..."

What about the treat you promised?

Just chapter 2 today