The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "I can edit, but why should I give it to you?"

Rachel Kervis said matter-of-factly: "Benjamin is your apprentice."

"Benjamin is my apprentice, and I want to make up a song for you?" Zhao Chuanxin looked her up and down, making her feel uncomfortable: "Then you are still Benjamin's mother, so can I share..."

Rachel Kervis: "Sharing a mom with him?"

After saying that, she giggled.

"Blank!"

Zhao Chuanxin was furious, raised his hand and slapped her on the butt.

Rachel Crovis jumped in shock.

This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to smile.

"I won't bullshit you. I'm going to take a shower. My nose is sticky."

Just not seeing it dry is tantamount to pouring gasoline on your desires and leaving them out in the sun.

Zhao Chuanxin had to admit that now his will was easily broken by desire.

Yes, he is such a superficial person!

After taking a cold shower, he took out the dirty clothes in the secret realm and stuffed them into the dirty clothes basket. Someone would naturally take them to clean them.

After changing his clothes, Zhao Chuanxin left the villa and said to the dumbfounded Benjamin Goldberg: "Hey, the life of the rich is so depraved. You don't need to learn to be a teacher, you need to have the spirit of hard work. "

Benjamin Goldberg came to his senses: "But, I think Master enjoys the life of a rich man."

"Superficial and childish!" Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "Those are all appearances."

"..."

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. Now, let's work together to design a dining car model, build it for the teacher personally, and prepare it for testing in the town."

Benjamin Goldberg scratched his disheveled hair: "Master, will I be paid?"

"Farke, you're after money, right? It's your hateful capitalist father who taught you bad things."

"However, my father has been obsessed with investing recently, and I think he is about to fall. So I need to save some money first to tide him over when the time comes."

"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "How did you know he was going to fall?"

Samuel Goldberg isn't alone in his stumble.

"It's just a feeling, judged by my rich knowledge and extraordinary wisdom."

This kid has the potential to become a "full-professional Wang Yuyan" and knows a little bit about everything.

"You kid, you are good at everything, but you have not inherited the humility of a teacher."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin's craftsmanship has reached its peak.

Instead of doing the fancy work of mortise and tenon craftsmanship, the elves take turns taking turns with knives, hammers, and nails.

There was plenty of wood, metal and glass for him to squander.

The master and apprentice didn't even draw any drawings, they were discussing and working on it at the same time.

Zhao Chuanxin is a strong divergent thinker, and Benjamin Goldberg can perfect details.

"Master, if you want to store various seasonings here, you need to create at least thirty grids."

"No, this is different from a real kitchen. I will build a workshop and process the finished seasonings. Then I only need to control the dosage and add them to the food in batches. There is no need to prepare them on site."

This is the secret to assembly line production of street food.

It’s more about assembling food than cooking it.

Everything is prepared and food can be delivered to diners as quickly as possible on the street.

Save time, save space, save costs, but maximize sales.

"Master, your idea is like a genius, I really admire you!"

"Tell me, who did you learn to flatter? A teacher wouldn't teach you this."

The master and the apprentice are talking nonsense, and the subordinates will not stop.

Zhao Chuanxin told him to take him to see John Browning.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "That famous old designer?"

"Yes, we are stuck in a bottleneck and need to find someone knowledgeable to break through the technical barriers."

"Okay, Master, let's go steal the master."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin emphasized: "It is communication, fair and friendly communication."

No electric planer, electric saw or operating table is needed, just a magic carving knife can be used all over the world.

Great changes were taking place inside the carriage.

Zhao Chuanxin dug a big hole on one side and made a window that could be lifted up, with a folding platform underneath.

In 1907, New York was developed enough that gas pipelines were connected to thousands of homes, and there were even gas tanks at this time.

Zhao Chuanxin decided to equip the dining car with gas tanks, but he didn't use them this time.

When he changed his mind, a carriage slowly drove in outside the manor.

"Sir, let me deliver the crayfish!"

It came pretty quickly.

Zhao Chuanxin readily paid the balance and asked Marcus Nkrumah to unload the goods.

Looking at the buckets full of lobsters, Benjamin Goldberg wondered: "Master, why did you buy so many crayfish?"

"These are our ingredients. We will take them to the town to sell tomorrow. Your mother said there is some kind of harvest festival in the town? There are so many people and it sells out fast."

In the evening, Rachel Kervis did not leave, but was invited by Miao Cuihua to stay for dinner.

Zhao Chuanxin cooked today himself and took his servants to pickle crayfish.

It's just that there were too many, and the servant's eyes felt dark when he looked at the pots of crayfish.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I will take it to the town to sell it tomorrow. Once it is sold, I will calculate the labor cost for you."

Crayfish are very cheap at this time, but Americans don’t eat the heads, only the lobster meat, and labor is the most expensive.

Sure enough, after hearing this, these people became motivated to work.

Zhao Chuanxin tinkered for a long time, preparing to make three kinds.

One is Tabasco pepper, lemon, pepper, celery powder, bay leaves, ginger powder, mustard seeds, onions, salt and garlic cloves for flavor treatment, and the taste is more Western.

The other is my favorite way to eat sesame seeds.

Then there's the cheese grilled sandwich.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his apron, wiped his hands, and said to a group of servants: "You have made enough. Take some for yourselves. The main dish tonight is crayfish."

The servants cheered.

The room was filled with delicious fragrance. The smell of lobster meat cooked by Zhao Chuanxian had long made them laugh.

Zhao Chuanxin and his servants brought various crayfish sandwiches to the table.

Miao Cuihua was stunned and whispered: "Just eat this?"

"Hey, you're not an outsider. Let Rachel eat as she pleases. Why are you treating her like a guest?"

Benjamin Goldberg rushed to say: "I'll take one first to have a taste."

He also followed suit and made plans. Tomorrow he would drive with Zhao Chuanxin to go to the town to make money.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something and said to the servant: "Go and pick up thirty sandwiches and deliver them to Marcus."

"..."

In an era when oil and water are scarce, people generally eat more.

But Zhao Chuanxin boasts that Hei Dahao has not been hungry during this period, and this guy is still so good at eating.

Rachel Kervis took a bite.

The crayfish and grilled cheese are connected together into a long thread.

No lady is allowed to eat this.

"Hmm...it's so delicious!" Rachel Kravis danced all afternoon and was already hungry. "What kind of shrimp is this?"

Benjamin Goldberg snapped: "Crawfish!"

Miao Cuihua picked up the whole mochi on the plate with her chopsticks: "Isn't this a cricket? There are also crickets in the United States?"

Zhao Chuanxin took matters into his own hands, peeled the crayfish open for her and stuffed it into her mouth.

Miao Cuihua's eyes were filled with laughter.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "It's different. Crayfish are more valuable than gold. They can't survive if the water quality is poor, and they are only delicious when made into tofu. Crayfish are different. They can live anywhere and are prone to flooding."

He didn't mention crayfish to be dirtier than crickets.

In Lugang Town, if a woman gives birth to a baby and has no milk, she goes to catch crickets in the clear river and stews tofu. After eating, she is guaranteed to have milk. It is incredibly nutritious.

However, the way to eat it is relatively simple, so even though the amount is very large at this time, not many people like it, except Zhao Chuanxin who never tires of fine food and delicate food.

Just like toads, others always find it puzzling that Zhao Chuanxin stews a large pot of toads every autumn and eats them. What's so delicious about that?

Zhao Chuanxin asked her: "Is it delicious?"

Miao Cuihua nodded: "It's just troublesome."

"It's okay, I'll pick it up for you."

Rachel Kervis felt sad when she saw it.

It was as if Samuel Goldberg had never treated her that way.

So she decided to interrupt the spell and interjected: "Ethan, have you prepared a song for me? Otherwise I will have to play the same tune again tomorrow."

"Let's talk after dinner. Didn't you see that I'm busy?"

Miao Cuihua smiled and said nothing.

Rachel Kraves glances at Benjamin Goldberg and says, "Fuck me."

Benjamin Goldberg: “Mom, I don’t know how, and I’m still waiting for you to pick it up for me.”

"..." Rachel Kravis simply stopped moving and said, "Catching it with your hands like this is insulting to politeness, so I'd better eat a sandwich."

After the meal, several people came to the courtyard.

Mosquitoes were flying around the gas lamp, and the autumn grasshoppers had also stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I can teach you to sing, but I will take Benjamin away the day after tomorrow."

"Still leaving?" Rachel Kervis was unhappy: "He also wants to go to school."

"He can teach teachers in the town's schools, as long as he passes the exam. Do you want to learn?"

"study!"

Zhao Chuanxin cleared his throat and sang: I'm my mother's savage daughter...

A song "Savage Daughter" with a strong Celtic style slowly flowed into everyone's ears.

A bonfire seemed to appear in front of me, crackling. Witches offer sacrifices to communicate with the gods and chant empty and distant ancient spells.

And like a bard, telling historical stories in the empty valley.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin's "Woo woo..." part broke out.

After singing, there was silence at first, and then Rachel Kervis was the first to applaud: "Beautiful, really beautiful!"

Everyone applauded.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin's singing is very average.

But the song Can’t Stand is indeed a good song.

He wrote down the lyrics and handed them to Rachel Kervis: "You try to sing it."

Rachel Crovis blushed, but cleared her throat anyway.

As soon as she spoke, everyone was stunned.

"We come to this world from darkness, through blood and pain..."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but said: "Fa Ke, how many Han Hongs have you eaten in one meal? How can you sing like this?"

She has a good voice and a wide vocal range, and her vibrato is like singing a Mongolian long tune, which fits this song 100%.

I don’t know how much better it is than what Zhao Chuanxin sang.

Rachel Kervis was not very confident about herself: "Is it really possible? Then I will sing this?"

I'm so confused that I'll update it at the end of the month, but now I feel helpless.

Does anyone know why having a fever makes it so difficult to urinate? Is there something wrong?