The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Li Xi's face was full of hope: "Where does happiness come from?"

"Your Majesty will never guess who I saw today."

Thinking that the little eunuch brought good news, Li Xi forgave him for his betrayal this time.

"Say it."

"Your Majesty, I met Mr. Zhao." The little eunuch said happily.

"What?" Li Xi was overjoyed: "It's really him?"

"Really, but this is just the first good news." Eunuchs all like to do the job of announcing good news. In the past, there were many people competing for the job, but now Li Xi was forced to abdicate and let the young eunuch take the lead. "There is also good news, Li Wanyong is dead!"

Li Xi's body trembled.

Although people all over the country are looking forward to Li Wanyong's death.

But when it comes to hating Li Wanyong to the core, Li Xi ranks first.

He felt the relief of pulling out the thorn in his flesh, but also felt nervous that the thorn would bring out a piece of flesh and blood: "Who killed him? Was it Zhao Chuanxin?"

The young eunuch shook his head: "It's not Mr. Zhao. I heard from the people on the march that he was a man named Li Xiuji. This man lived overseas and heard that Korea was in trouble, so he came back to serve the country and His Majesty. He cut his palms and swore an oath on the spot, He threatened that if God thinks that he, Li Xiuji, can succeed, he will let God kill Li Wanyong."

Hearing that it was not Zhao Chuanxin, Li Xi felt disappointed and reassured at the same time.

Disappointment is that Zhao Chuanxin did not do things smoothly after taking the money. What is relieved is that Zhao Chuanxin does things without scruples. If others take action, he, Li Xi, will not be implicated.

But when the young eunuch said that Li Xiuji swore to heaven, Li Xi shook his head: "What's the use of this?"

The little eunuch said mysteriously: "Your Majesty, it's amazing, Li Xiuji swore the oath twice. Suddenly thunder rolled from the sky, and one thunder split Li Wanyong into black coke!"

Li Xi was stunned.

Will God really rain down thunder to punish the wicked?

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

He thought of Park Seung-yeol, the "Jo Chuan Xin Tong".

Park Seung-yeol took Zhao Chuanxin as his idol and collected a lot of "God of War information." Lee Hee later asked Park Seung-yeol about Zhao Chuanxin.

So, he asked the little eunuch: "Do you know what that thunder looks like?"

The commoner the young eunuch inquired about was a boaster.

When news is spread through the mouths of such people, the truth can be restored to the best of their ability over time, but over time it will be distorted by added polish.

Fortunately, when I told the story to the young eunuch, the people were still in the excitement of witnessing the miracle and did not exaggerate.

The little eunuch said: "It's an electric ball. It's shiny. It's not as fast as a bullet. When it hit Li Wanyong, Li Wanyong didn't even make a sound. It turned into a piece of coke."

Li Xi asked again: "Did the electric ball fall from the sky, or did it come from somewhere else?"

The young eunuch recalled carefully: "It wasn't from the sky, because many people discovered the electric ball when it was still some distance away from Li Wanyong."

The little eunuch is also a smart person. This is actually what he guessed.

If the electric ball falls from the sky, ordinary people will not always look up at the sky, so they cannot detect it in advance.

Li Xi laughed and said cheerfully: "If Park Shengyeol didn't trick me, then Zhao Chuanxin should have done this. Zhao Chuanxin and that Li Xiuji played a double act! In this way, he can also clear away the suspicion. It will bring less trouble to me, so be happy!"

Li Xi thought Zhao Chuanxin was looking for him and found a scapegoat.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin just had a temporary idea and wanted to add a little halo to Li Xiuji.

Because Korea is a land that is very prone to breed some evil groups with weird beliefs.

The little eunuch was stunned.

When he and Zhao Chuanxin were having dinner, Zhao Chuanxin didn't reveal any information.

There was even less pride on his face.

This reminded him of Zhao Chuanxin scolding him for being too happy and useless.

But he still had doubts: "Your Majesty, how can we prove that Mr. Zhao did this?"

"I once asked Park Shengyeol about Zhao Chuanxin. Park Shengyeol said that Zhao Chuanxin had many names in the green forest of the Qing Dynasty, two of which were called Great Master of Guanwai and Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand. It was said that he could summon Tianlei is exactly as you described. Besides, Zhao Chuanxin is in Seoul now, so who else could it be if he wasn't him?"

The little eunuch suddenly realized: When it comes to calmness, it has to be Mr. Zhao.

He has done such a big thing and still keeps his expression intact.

Li Xi picked up the wine glass on his desk. It was a cup of Quanzhou Lijiang wine.

This kind of wine is mainly made of white rice, with plow, ginger, cinnamon, honey and some medicinal materials added. The most important medicinal material is "turmeric" cultivated in Jeonju area.

This wine needs to be stored for a long time and has a light yellow color, rich aroma and sweet taste.

He took a sip and seemed to taste the weight and texture of the soul of a national thief in the wine.

Putting down the glass, he asked again: "Li Wanyong's death is indeed a happy event. The other thing is not just meeting Zhao Chuanxin, right?"

"Your Majesty, it's obvious." The little eunuch complimented as a habit. "Today, Mr. Zhao solved a big problem for His Majesty..."

He repeated Zhao Chuanxin's words.

Previously, Li Xi felt that he was trapped in a huge and carefully woven conspiracy.

The feeling that everyone around you is up to no good is terrible.

"That's it, that's it! Hirobumi Ito is using good means! Let me tell you why he knows everything clearly."

The young eunuch hesitated for a moment and then said: "Mr. Zhao said that the principle of intercepting telegram information is actually very simple."

Saying this would make both Li Xi and him look stupid.

However, the young eunuch thought that His Majesty had been very worried and couldn't sleep at night due to his unwillingness to eat, which had caused his body to become shabby, so he thought it would be better to give him some advice.

If you encounter this kind of thing again in the future, it is best to analyze the cause and find a solution before worrying.

Li Xi sighed: "It doesn't matter so much. Since Zhao Chuanxin can solve it, that's the best thing."

"Um, Your Majesty, Mr. Zhao said that he wants remuneration, and wants Your Majesty to take a treasure from the internal funds as payment for the project..."

"What? He actually has the nerve to come to me and ask for money? He took hundreds of thousands from me..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped.

Because Zhao Chuanxin secretly cheated him, he was very angry, but no one around him knew why he was angry.

Never talk about such embarrassing things.

Zhao Chuanxin once said: Whoever reneges on his word will be his grandson...

Seeing Li Xi's reaction, the little eunuch said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhao said that if you don't give it to him, he won't do it..."

"..."

…

On Ares Island,

Most of the members of the God of War team have gone inland and are stationed south in the mountains.

But God of War Island has not been completely abandoned. There are still a few people stationed there. After all, this can be regarded as a retreat.

Ares Island No. 2 has become the world of Xian Yubin and a group of snot-nosed babies.

Xian Yubin, surrounded by stars and moons of snot babies, commanded like a general, explaining how to weed the fields, and asked other snot babies to use small two-wheeled carts to push bird droppings on the other side of the island.

On the west side of Ares No. 2 Island, there are seabirds such as cheekbirds and seabirds, which are actually cormorants, petrels and some gulls.

Xian Yubin has seen how farmers in Seoul and Ganghwa Island farm. Those farmers go around picking up dung balls and put them in the ground.

The soil on Ares 2 Island is sandy loam, which is loose, barren, with good air permeability and drainage.

Xian Yubin believes that spreading some bird droppings will help lock in nutrients and moisture.

"Xian Yubin, these wheat seedlings grow better than the wheat seedlings on Ganghwa Island. I don't think there is any need to spread bird droppings?"

Xian Yubin shook his head: "It's Mr. Zhao's magic that makes the crops grow so lush. After Mr. Zhao leaves, next year we will have to rely on ourselves. This year, we will spread the bird droppings. The sea breeze blows every day and the sun shines every day. These birds The manure will turn into fertile soil next year. By then, we will have a steady stream of food to eat. Think about it, we have food, and there is also a stone shed built by Mr. Zhao here. How nice it would be to be worried.”

A group of snot-nosed kids were moved by the scene he described and worked even harder.

None of them have a specific concept, such as how much food this field can produce. And how much food do these people consume in a year?

The reason why farming gives people a sense of security is because when the farmer is watching, the grain will grow; while sleeping, the grain will still grow.

Hard work = harvest, this feeling is reassuring.

"Mr. Zhao, are you leaving?"

The Snot Kids were surprised.

Without Zhao Chuanxin here, their lives would be much less full of expectations, and there would no longer be surprises coming from time to time.

No scones, no ginger soup, no fish cakes, no cosmeceuticals...

Thinking this way, everyone became frustrated.

Xian Yubin used to be Zhao's follower and learned some of Zhao's methods of taking advantage of the situation.

Seeing that morale was low, he hurriedly encouraged: "Don't be discouraged. Let's work hard to survive. When we are older, we can go and do things for Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao has many armies and many industries, all of which require manpower. In the future, for Mr. Zhao can make a lot of money doing what he does.”

"Yes, we need to cultivate good land so that we can survive..."

They looked at the wheat seedlings in the field, whose stalks were more than twice as tall as those on Ganghwa Island at the same time, with innocent smiles on their faces.

…

Zhao Chuanxian took a bath with palm oil soap by the river.

The little eunuch was waiting nearby.

"Why are you in a hurry? You'll wait until I finish taking a shower."

The little eunuch smiled bitterly: "There is no hurry. Ito Hirobumi often entered the palace and forced His Majesty to change Yuan Longxi, and even changed the country's title. Moreover, he also took the seventh prince to study in Japan."

Zhao Chuanxin went into the water to wash away the soap suds. While washing, he said, "I have many children who worship my brothers. What's wrong with sending one and a half of them over?"

"This is not a matter of how many children you have. This is... harmful. It doesn't matter if you say it. The current monarch is weak-tempered and has no heirs. The Japanese brought His Majesty's seventh son to Japan to study. He becomes the new prince..."

This makes it clear to Zhao Chuanxin.

Ito Hirobumi wants to control the current puppets and educate new puppets from an early age.

He laughed: "This Ito Hirobumi is very good at calculating. It would be a pity not to work as a bookkeeper in the shop."

"..." The little eunuch admired Zhao Chuanxin for still laughing and joking even if the sky fell.

He couldn't do it, he didn't have the determination: "Mr. Zhao, let's hurry up."

After drying his body, Zhao Chuanxin put on his clothes and went ashore: "Let's go."

"Let's go get our things first."

The young eunuch prepared a telegraph machine, copper wires, and some short wooden tripods ordered by Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, the wires were not even wrapped with insulation materials such as rubber.

Thanks to the telegraph machine using direct current, otherwise...

The little eunuch asked: "Mr. Zhao, how are you going to take these things away? You can't take these to the Russian Legation in a big way."

But Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and everything in front of him disappeared.

Today, the little eunuch really saw the "magic" and was extremely shocked.

"Okay, you go back and wait. I'll go to the Russian Embassy when it gets dark. Then you can meet me at Jingguanxuan."

"Mr. Zhao, His Majesty ordered that no mistakes should be made."

"Isn't he still worried about me doing things? It's true."

The little eunuch thought of Li Xi's worried eyes and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Isn't that why I don't trust you?

The Russian Legation is a tall, gray, tower-like building with a rare green plan outside. The neatly trimmed bushes are like low walls, dividing the roads into paths, like a maze.

Zhao Chuanxin did not hide on purpose. He sat on the stone steps and let the bushes block him from the afternoon sun.

The lazy sunshine seemed to have won time and space in a race. In a trance, Zhao Chuanxin seemed to see tall buildings rising from the ground, and this small area became an open art space.

This is a blank space left to history and imagination.

Some Russians occasionally passed by and cast curious glances, but Zhao Chuanxin turned a blind eye.

He just held a carving knife and concentrated on an olive pit from Merlin.

There is no line drawing on the olive pit, Zhao Chuanxin is completely carving according to the shape.

This olive pit was carefully selected by him. The pit wall is thick, large enough, dense and oily.

On the front is a statue of Zhong Kui, with a little ghost in his mouth and a pot at his feet. Behind him are graceful female ghosts and skulls.

The two men passing by were stunned.

They have never seen anyone who can show so many faces to a small olive pit.

As the fragments of the olive core were blown away by the wind, the strange-looking image of Zhong Kui with an iron face and beard appeared, with every eyebrow, beard and hair clearly visible. The fan in the hand has sharp edges and full shapes.

The little ghost may be ferocious or wailing. Although it is small, its emotions can be seen at a glance.

An idiot couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, is this for sale?"

Zhao Chuanxin blew on the olive pit: "Sell it, how much do you want to bid?"

"I'll give you ten dollars."

"Give me a hundred dollars and this will be yours."

"This... is too expensive."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, continued to polish the details, and ignored him.

Damn, I'm so good at carving. Even if I don't pay a sky-high price for a seed, I can't afford a magical tool like the Elf Carving Knife.

The most difficult thing about this kind of carving is not only that the details are in place and the content is rich. The difficulty is that no matter how thick the wall of the olive pit is, it will always have a limited thickness. If you are not careful, you will miss the mark. It requires rich experience and careful carving according to the feel of the hand. arrive.

That guy should be from the middle class, but for the middle class, paying a hundred yuan all at once would be a pain.

But he liked the carving so much that he decided to give it 50.

Zhao Chuanxin has finished processing the eyelids and the sculpture is perfect.

"How do you want to wear it?"

Maozi thought for a while and said, "Can it be hung around my neck?"

Zhao Chuanxin casually made a hole across the tip of the core with an elf carving knife, and it turned out to be a cow's nostril.

Generally, the holes for core carving are pierced vertically, because the tip of the core is too fragile and will break if not controlled properly.

Like Zhao Chuanxin, there may be no one in the world who can make a bull's nostril horizontally on an olive pit with a carving knife without drilling.

He took out another piece of core-spun rope and flipped it with both hands. There was a four-strand braid on the top, corn knots on the bottom, and two turquoise stones inserted in the middle.

Below, he used a pure gold ring with a large ring inside a small ring, a total of five rings, instead of a piece of string for decoration.

Finally, tie the olive pit at the bottom.

The two men's eyes widened when they saw it.

I think... this necklace alone can be called a work of art.

Zhao Chuanxin swayed with the pendant: "Now, it's 100 yuan. If you want to take it away, get out if you don't."

"wanted!"

Maozi gritted his teeth and took out a hundred yuan from his wallet.

Zhao Chuanxin happily took it.

Sure enough, you can't waste your time, and the time you pass can also be sold for money.

Another guy hesitated for a moment: "Sir, I don't have that much money. Do you have something simple, good-looking and cheap?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of agate with gradient colors from black to gray and white. His wrist shook. The blade of the elf carving knife almost turned into an afterimage. Stone chips flew around. After a few cuts, a feather-carved pendant appeared in his hand.

There was a time when Takahashi Feng's feathers were carved so hard that he almost vomited. There was no way customers would like them, but he could carve them with his eyes closed.

"How much can you give me?"

Although the feathers are simple, the three-color gradient of black, gray and white, combined with the clear and realistic feathers, has a simple beauty. The man's eyes widened: "Here, ten yuan."

Without saying a word, Zhao Chuanxin took out the core-spun rope and started weaving, still with the four-strand braid, the same corn knot, and still two small turquoise stones as a foil. A pure gold ring was used to hook the hole of the agate feather and hang on the knot.

He dangled the pendant: "Thirty yuan!"

Maozi gritted his teeth and took out thirty yuan.

Zhao Chuanxin happily accepted the money: "It's better to leave than give it away."

"..."

Liang Maozi was in great pain and left with satisfaction.

Wait until they leave,

Zhao Chuanxin saw a group of Koreans hiding their heads and tails in the distance, gathering nearby with obvious hidden agendas.

Of course, these people were not coming for him. The direction they pointed was Qingyun Palace.

Because the Russian Legation is not far from Qingyun Palace.

After muttering for a long time, they left.

Zhao Chuanxin did not know the purpose of these people. Anyway, the Korean people at this time were either resisting the Japanese or on the way to resist the Japanese.

Mostly related to the Japanese.

When night fell, the benches outside the Russian Legation, whitened by the sun and rain, were dimly illuminated by the moonlight. When the remaining candles in the legation gradually burned into embers.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was sitting like a sculpture, stood up, stretched, went to the bushes nearby and peed happily.

Then he walked carelessly towards the Russian legation.

The door of the legation was unlocked. Mao Zi's character had always been careless. The concierge's cheeks were red and he had a cheap vodka bottle at his hand. Most of the bottle was gone.

His eyes were blurry with drunkenness, his body was leaning on the chair, and his head was moving bit by bit.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin coming, he didn't get up. He just tilted his head and looked at him confusedly: "You, who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand Russian, so he turned his hand and found an extra bottle of whiskey, which he stuffed into the concierge's other hand.

He made a motion of unbuttoning his pants, making a "shush" sound in his mouth, and twisted his crotch, indicating that he wanted to show off.

The guy was already drunk. He looked at the obviously valuable whiskey, then at his own cheap vodka, and nodded innocently while wearing a Kolchakovka hat.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled politely at him and walked into the embassy swaggeringly.