The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

"My husband has to do both, how can he be happy? I like to do good deeds. Since you are in trouble, I will buy it, no need to thank you."

"Really?" they both asked in unison.

"But I have a request."

The two of them looked as if they were like this.

Just know that there is no free lunch in the world.

"You said, as long as it's within reason."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I need your help to transport it to Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown. I can pay for the freight."

The ship dealer looked happy and said, "That's no problem. He can help transport it. This saves him a lot of money."

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and asked the ship dealer: "If I ask you to supply a large amount of goods, can you do it?"

The ship dealer learned a lesson, and raised his hand, the fast air was scalding his hands: "If we don't ship anything anymore, the profit will be extremely low. If you don't accept it if we ship too much, I will pay more."

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips: "In the Battle of Morgaden, the Swiss never complained about the lack of training. In the Battle of Sterling Bridge, the Lion-Hearted King Wallace never complained about the lack of soldiers. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin was not too concerned about the lack of troops when the Turks attacked the city. There is too little preparation time. If everything is ready and the profits are astonishing, then what else is there for you to do?"

The boat dealer and the other man were stunned.

"This, what you said makes sense." The ship merchant's blood boiled with excitement: "Then let me try?"

"Yes!" Zhao Chuanxin showed a childish look on his face: "I'll give you an address. You can contact a Jew named Abraham Cohen..."

After deceiving the ship dealer, Zhao Chuanxin only gave him a shipping fee and ordered the crayfish to be sent to Eson Manor, then he and Marcus Nkrumah rushed back.

It took four hours for the two of them to rush back to the manor.

As soon as he entered the gate, Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to see Benjamin Goldberg and Ganfan sitting on the steps of the garden.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin and Marcus Nkrumah, Benjamin Goldberg was overjoyed: "Master, Marcus, you are back!"

He rushed over with dry rice.

"Well, yes, I've grown taller." Zhao Chuanxin said in a perfunctory manner: "Let's take Mi Shan to the stable and have someone unsaddle him."

"Woof..."

"Eat? Haha, I'm not in a good mood. Let's go with beer and barbecue. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll eat crayfish. Let's eat mochi in the evening."

Every time Zhao Chuanxin came back from an outing, he would ask if he had brought anything back as usual.

I have never eaten Ma Xiao in dry rice, but I have eaten crickets.

Cricket tofu, that’s a delicacy in the world!

I think it should be about the same.

So I left with satisfaction.

After sending away the meal, Benjamin Goldberg was eager to show off: "Master, I have finished reading "Principles of Mechanics", "Electromagnetic Field Theory", and "Principles of Physics" during this time."

Zhao Chuanxin is ashamed, who the hell is his master?

He coughed and said with a straight face: "Well, that's right. Master will write some books for you someday, such as "A Brief History of Time", "A Brief History of Humanity", "Principles of Economics", "Yi Zhongtian", no, it's "Yi Zhongtian" Zhao Chuanxin "Three Kingdoms"..."

Benjamin Goldberg mused: "It sounds very profound, Master."

"Yes." Zhao Chuanxin nodded seriously: "The books written by Master are must-read books for all human beings."

Seeing Benjamin Goldberg's expression of admiration, Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself that this apprentice was not very smart either.

He asked strangely: "By the way, why did you come to the manor?"

Benjamin Goldberg said: "My mother brought me here. She went to see Sister Hua."

"No matter how big or small, is that what you call me Sister Hua?"

In fact, Americans are not taboo about this, and many people even know the names of their parents and grandparents.

Moreover, it is not uncommon for grandfather and grandson to have the same name, and father and son to have the same name. Adding junior in front represents the second generation.

"Uh..." Benjamin Goldberg quickly changed his words: "She went to see the teacher's wife."

"Watt's Farke?"

When did you teach him to call like this?

Zhao Chuanxin took a closer look and found that this traitor indeed looked a bit like a traitor.

In ancient times, let's be a sycophant.

Zhao Chuanxin's hands and feet were stiff due to riding, so he said, "You go play by yourself first, and I'll go back and take a shower."

When he entered the main building, the servants greeted him one after another.

Zhao Chuanxin responded one by one.

After going upstairs, he faintly heard wheezing and thumping sounds coming from the fitness area.

So I walked over curiously and saw that there was a gap in the door, so I took a look.

Wow...

Zhao Chuanxin started to have a nosebleed...

If we go by the pace of life, he would actually be over thirty this year.

Unexpectedly, nosebleeds still occur at this age, and many people in later generations have already started to suffer from wet shoes.

There are three women in the fitness room, namely Miao Cuihua, Rachel Kervis and Mahina.

They wear a dress that is longer than a short skirt and shorter than a long skirt, roughly a little above the knee.

The clothes were made of silk and were very close-fitting.

Moreover, there seems to be something inside them...

The three of them are dancing.

Zhao Chuanxin feels that it is a dance adapted from the hula dance of the Kanaka tribe.

They all pulled their hair back, and wore silk headbands like a small fan pinned to the back of their heads.

My belly is like waves, my hair is like the wind, and the floor under my feet makes a thumping sound.

Mahina is strong and strong, while Rachel Kervis is a bit skinny. They each have their own styles.

As for Miao Cuihua, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't stand it the most. She was obviously plump, but her waistline was still so beautiful.

Rich, soft, meaty, and muddy.

The eyes are still in place.

In Zhao Chuanxin's mind, he kept emphasizing to himself: It is wrong to peek, it is shameful.

But the eyes are very honest and never stray away from them.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

He was so distracted by what he was looking at that he couldn't help but mutter: "Male Gobi, from now on the king will be in court a few times earlier!"

Suddenly, the three of them paused.

Mahina was the toughest and heard a voice shouting: "Who?"

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked and came to his senses.

He wanted to run away, but then he thought, running away is not my style, Lao Zhao.

He simply opened the door openly and coughed twice: "I looked at it with a critical eye. It's nothing if you misunderstood and peeked, but I must emphasize that I have never been against the three customs."

"..."

The three people behaved differently.

After Mahina saw that it was Zhao Chuanxin, she didn't take it seriously at all, and her face was calm.

Miao Cuihua just smiled.

Only Rachel Kervis was furious: "Damn it, you're obviously just peeking, why don't you get out right away?"

Zhao Chuanxin's face was not red and he was out of breath: "You are doing your dance, and it has not delayed anything for me. In fact, I am willing to waste my precious time to serve as a single judge for you."

Rachel Kervis crossed her arms, feeling a little at a loss and not knowing where to cover her arms.

In fact, this kind of dress is nothing in later generations, it is their "inner beauty".

She said angrily: "Just you? Do you know how to dance?"

Zhao Chuanxin practiced balancing every day. Except for the first few days, when he made obvious progress, he immediately entered a bottleneck period.

There is no improvement in the body, but the qi and blood are more vigorous.

Maybe it was the male hormones that were causing trouble. He really didn't want to leave just like that, so he said shamelessly: "Why don't you understand me? I may be a better dancer than you, and I'm more than enough to be a judge for you!"

Miao Cuihua said with a smile: "Okay, come in."

Rachel Kravis gave her an angry look.

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he almost jumped up and stepped into the room in one step.

He suddenly realized: "Last time you were sneaky, it turned out you were learning to dance."

"Yes, let's learn to dance from Mahina. Once we learn, I will dance for you." Miao Cuihua's charming smile could reach Zhao Chuanxin's chest.

But Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He could see a hint of loneliness in her smile.

Although Miao Cuihua is a woman, she is very upright and never secretive from him.

But why does she practice dancing secretly?

But he didn't show it.

He smiled mischievously: "Only now do I realize how difficult it was for Monk Tang and his disciples to learn scriptures. The female goblins are really dangerous."

Rachel Kewes felt like she was being roasted on the fire. She would have slammed the door and left, but Mahina and Miao Cuihua were both generous. She knew that they didn't have that kind of relationship with Zhao Chuanxin, so It will make her look petty.

Don't go, it's too embarrassing to wear this.

I can only say that this man is too hateful.

She said angrily: "Aren't you a better dancer than us? Why don't you do a dance?"

Zhao Chuanxin just boasted nonsense.

It can be seen that Rachel Kervis is serious, and he is not timid: "Okay, but for this dance, you can't wear as many clothes as you do."

As he spoke, he took off his coat, revealing his muscular upper body.

Mahina agreed: "I think so too. In the past, both men and women of the Kanaka tribe only wore a grass skirt to dance."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin immediately had the picture.

He rubbed it under his nose, and the back of his hand was covered in blood.

"Ahem, I'm going to start!"

Now he had to jump even if he didn't want to, and he had to calm down his blood as soon as possible.

What he danced was the war dance performed by Kanaka men in his memory.

It definitely wasn't possible before, but after practicing the balancing technique, it became effortless.

Twisting your waist and hips and waving your arms gives you a sense of power and beauty.

The three women were stunned, he was really good!

Zhao Chuanxin skipped a paragraph at random, but he couldn't remember any more.

"how?"

Rachel Kravis nodded instinctively: "It's amazing."

All she could think about was Zhao Chuanxin's well-proportioned tendons.

This is a figure that Samuel Goldberg does not have, and the impact is too strong.

Miao Cuihua has strong immunity because she has seen Zhao Chuanxin's body too many times.

The Kanaka tribe is all about refrigerator bodies, so Mahina is used to it.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "You can ask me for more advice in the future."

Rachel Kervis said bluntly: "Even if you can dance, you may not be able to teach it."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper and began to write and draw.

Miao Cuihua came over curiously to watch.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly drew the outlines of three women using Miao Cuihua's body shape.

Three types of dance costumes were quickly designed.

One is a long skirt with four slits, which are slit to the top of the thigh.

One is light and loose trousers, with the legs closed and the sides of the hips open almost to the knees, with only the waist belt hanging on the waist.

The last one is a short skirt...

But without exception, the upper body is very cool and the belly is exposed.

Zhao Chuanxin can draw a design sketch like this with his eyes closed. Drawing by hand is not much slower than using a printer.

No matter how bold Miao Cuihua was, she was still stunned.

Rachel Kervis couldn't help but be curious, and came over to take a look. Upon seeing it, her face turned red from her neck to her hairline, and she spat: "It's so immoral!"

At this time, women's swimsuits on public beaches were still very conservative. Only in a few areas, such as Palm Beach, may you see women wearing hot clothes.

Not to mention Zhao Chuanxin’s bold design.

"What do you know!" Zhao Chuanxin taught and pointed out the puzzle: "If you wear this and show it to Benjamin's father, old Samuel may forget Wall Street!"

Rachel Kervis mused: "Really?"

"Of course, men understand men better."

Only Mahina was amazed: "Sir, can you make me one of these clothes? They are so beautiful."

Zhao Chuanxin: "We all share the rain and dew... No, we all have a share."

He was secretly happy that when they rehearse here, he will be the judge alone...

He said: "Oh, ahem, this is just a costume, I have some moves to teach you!"

He reminisced about it and remembered the tribal fusion dance he had seen, which also had some mechanical elements mixed in. He figured it out and danced it for them.

It's just that he has too many muscles, and even though his limbs are not as flexible as the muscles, they don't have the beauty of a woman.

But the three women are all knowledgeable, and they can tell at a glance that this dance is beautiful.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped and said, "You can arrange this style yourself. It would be best to record folk music with drum beats and play it on a gramophone. It would be more exciting to dance to the rhythm."

Rachel Kervis's eyes suddenly lit up: "Hua said you can sing and compose music. The school in the town is celebrating this year's harvest and is holding an event to invite parents to sing. Can you help me make up a song?"