The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The shopkeeper wore a black jade-inlaid silk melon cap on his head and tortoiseshell reading glasses. He had a goatee and squinted his eyes as he picked up the ring.

Eyes light up!

He has never seen this thing before!

Rare!

A ring with a silver main body. The main body alone should have two layers, and the card surface has another layer. Then, on the sword-shaped card surface, a gold dragon is welded again. I don’t know how the dragon was carved, but it was so lifelike.

Another ring, the main body is also silver, two layers are welded, and the outer layer is curly grass pattern. There is a circle of gold on the disk, with broken diamonds embedded in the gold, and the inner circle is silver with a circle of yellow diamonds embedded in it, so that the colors are symmetrical. In the middle is a large yellow gem.

One ring is exquisite and elegant, and the other is exquisite and luxurious.

It is not a product of this era at all, so the visual impact is particularly great.

The old shopkeeper deliberately frowned: "Hmm... light gold placer gold, crude rough silver..."

This is a cliche. Someone comes to pawn. If it is cotton and silk fabrics, it is described as "rags", and if it is jewelry, it is described as "light gold dust gold". If it is tinware, it must be marked with the word "waste" to devalue the item.

"Haha, you are a poor man, you are short-sighted..." Zhao Chuanxin immediately retorted.

If you say that my things are broken and the workmanship is rough, I will say that your place is broken and the shopkeeper has no discernment at all.

Shopkeeper: "..."

You are so witty!

Zhao Chuanxin had something important and didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he said: "The gold is real gold, the silver is pure silver, and the inlaid gems are imported. They are very precious! The workmanship is fine workmanship. This kind of inlay can be imitated by any craftsman." If anyone can make it in China, I will give it away for free! I brought this back from the UK and it was made using the latest industrial technology. The two rings cost a total of 50 pounds!"

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin made the rings himself.

He plays carving and has a foundation in carving. It is not difficult to learn techniques such as gold and silver jewelry inlays and carvings. At that time, it was used to show off his skills. In fact, he was just a craftsman at best. The styles were all imitated and there were no original elements.

But even if it is imitated, it is unique at this time.

The shopkeeper was stunned and rolled his eyes. Ordinary people come to pawn, either they are desperate poor people who are dumb and tongue-tied. Either he is a second-generation ancestor like the Banner Man, who cannot disgrace the nobleman and is unwilling to speak.

Nothing like the person in front of me, so sharp-tongued.

When he heard that he had bought it for fifty pounds, he took a deep breath.

He sighed for a while: "The things are good, and the distinguished customer is also knowledgeable. The pawn shop has the rules of our pawn shop, which is always 40% of the price, and no counter-offering is allowed. The monthly interest is three points, and the monthly interest will be deducted first, even if the redemption is made in the morning and evening, It will also be deducted on a monthly basis. If you die, you will be counted as three years, if you are alive, you will be counted as two months. The vote will not be registered, and the person who acknowledges the vote will not be recognized..."

In a small place, this was the only pawn shop, so Zhao Chuanxin had no choice.

He asked: "How much exactly?"

The shopkeeper looked at it under the light and pretended to say: "You bought it for fifty pounds? After all, this thing is not what you say it is. In addition, the ring is already dark and scratched, so the silver dollar can only be converted to 40 yuan for you, which is 50%. The price is only 20 yuan!”

This price is one-tenth of the price quoted by Zhao Chuanxin! Even if he was lying about the price, he still felt that the pawnshop owner had a really dark heart!

Snapped!

He slammed the cabinet and said, "It's done!"

When he left the pawn shop, the shopkeeper tilted his head and said disdainfully: "Prodigal son!"

…

When Zhao Chuanxin said those words, Liu Guogui and Zhao Zhongyi regarded him as a "guest".

Not only did he give him food, he also took him home and found a place for him to live.

This small town has not yet been fully developed, and it is not as densely populated as in later generations.

Zhao Zhongyi and Liu Baobao are neighbors and live in a remote place. But in Zhao Chuanxin's view, this is not even considered a suburb in later generations.

Zhao Zhongyi is a good driver. His skill, which is not considered a craft, has been passed down for three generations. Zhao Chuanxin remembers that his grandfather was a driver when he was in the production team of later generations.

The oxcart swayed along the dirt road, which was very bumpy.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around on the bullock cart and was surprised everywhere he looked.

After a while, we arrived at Lugangling Village.

At the entrance of the village, a group of children ran wildly.

The child with the first head is neatly dressed and wearing a tiger head hat. The group of children at the back were much worse off. Some had their buttocks exposed, some had patched clothes, and most were wearing straw sandals.

One of the Miata children with a runny nose saw the bullock cart and shouted loudly: "Dad, uncle, you are back!"

Zhao Chuanxin had a very strange emotion brewing in his heart!

Could this little kid be his great-grandfather? He had a very weak impression of his great-grandpa, and his great-grandpa disappeared before he could remember much.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhongyi jumped out of the oxcart with a smile and carried the snotty baby onto the oxcart.

Zhao Chuanxin discovered that Liu Baoguo looked at the snot baby with eyes full of envy.

This guy hasn't even started a family yet, and all he can think about is saving up money to marry a wife.

At this time, Wang, the boy at the head, put his hands on his waist and said, "Zhao Hongzhi, get down here. I'm not even on the bus at XHQ, how dare you make a mistake?"

Hey, he's not old, but his tone is not young.

XHQ is the head of the Three Banners, and its status is indeed noble in the Qing Dynasty. However, at this time, the bannermen in the northeastern region had completely declined, and not many people took them seriously. They were the only ones who enjoyed themselves a lot.

Zhao Chuanxin watched with great interest.

When Zhao Hongzhi heard this, he couldn't sit still and wanted to get off the car.

But Zhao Zhongyi held him down, and then shouted to the children below with a smile: "Come up, I will pull you together."

It's a bit interesting. Zhao Chuanxin felt that his great ancestor was actually not that honest. Behind the kindness, there is also an arrogance that does not want to be left behind.

When the children heard this, they howled and climbed onto the bullock cart.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and thought, he jumped down to make room.

The child's face turned red with anger: "I don't take a car, our family all rides in a sedan."

However, these children were howling and no one listened to him.

In the end, he could only get into the car angrily.

Liu Guoguo joked to the kid Wang: "Defu, you are the only one who still rides in a sedan. Your father's sedan has been sold long ago, and he lost all his money in a gambling house. How can there be a sedan for you to sit on?"

Telford? Dove?

Zhao Chuanxin, who was drinking water, spurted it out in one gulp.

Seeing him like this, Liu Guoguo whispered to him: "This boy's family belongs to the Irgenjueluo family, but the family is about to be ruined."

Ilgenjuoluo Defu said angrily: "You are talking nonsense. My father said that my family does not ride in sedan chairs because the doctor told my father to move more to strengthen his body."

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin interrupted: "Your father lied to you."

puff……

Liu Guogui and Zhao Zhongyi smiled unkindly.

Defu turned his head and pointed the finger at Zhao Chuanxin: "Well, you are a bold and cunning citizen. You even shaved off your braids. Do you want to rebel? Believe it or not, I will ask the government to arrest you?"

Zhao Chuanxin said nothing and took out a paper bag from his pocket, which was full of candy balls.

He said to Defu: "Want to eat?"

DeFeo swallowed.

A circle of children were swallowing their saliva.

Zhao Chuanxin had already seen it.

Although Defu was neatly dressed, his tiger head hat was torn in several places and was mended crookedly. Although the clothes don't have pudding, they are completely smaller.

Just like most bannermen today, the donkey dung balls have a shiny surface.

DeFeo turned his head.

Zhao Chuanxin scattered the candy balls around.

Finally, take one and put it in front of Defu.

A group of children were eating, and even Liu Baogui was a little greedy, not to mention Defu, who had not eaten candied snacks for a long time, but he had tasted it once.

In the end, I couldn't resist the temptation, so I snatched it away and put it in my mouth.

This is maltose. The candy balls are very small. Most people buy a handful for their children to coax them into their mouths, especially during the holidays.

Zhao Chuanxin gave two more to Zhao Zhongyi and Liu Baogui.

After a while, these little kids were calling "uncle, uncle" very affectionately.

When he arrived at Zhao Zhongyi's house, Zhao Chuanxin met his great-great-grandmother and the old lady whom he no longer knew what to call, that is, Zhao Zhongyi's mother.

Both women have their feet bound...

For some reason, seeing Zhao Chuanxin with little feet made him angry. I'm not angry with them, I'm angry with this era, and with those erotic aesthetics that regard ugliness as beauty!

So, he took out another bag of candy balls as a courtesy, and went back to Liu Baobao's house, out of sight and out of mind.

Liu Baogui's family can be said to be a family with only four walls.

What's in the snack basket is his kitchen utensils. There was a square small kang table in the room, but there was nothing else!

Zhao Chuanxin sighed and refused to make a straw mat for the kang. He was afraid that there would be lice and fleas in it. Squatting at the door, he took out his diary and opened it to read.

Seeing Liu Baogui stretching his head to take a peek, he took the opportunity to ask: "Fugui, what do you think is written in this book?"

Liu Baoguo shook his head: "You didn't write anything? Besides, even if you wrote it, I can't read it and I'm illiterate!"

"hehe……"

It's best this way. Only he can see the words in the diary.

[I have rested and continue on the road. 】

Ah, that’s so unlucky to say!

It gives people a bad feeling.

[The Shadow Forest seems to have no end. After walking through the small grassy path, every time I look back, it becomes difficult for me to recognize the return journey. 】

[I walked for a long time, and after walking very far, there were dots of light among the trees in front of me. I thought I would walk out of the forest or see the light of day. As I got closer, I discovered that there was a patch of glowing flowers. 】

[Among the flowers that shimmered like stars, I saw humanoid creatures, not much bigger than mice. They were working together, burying grass seeds into the soil. 】

[They spotted me and one of the dwarfs ran towards me. 】

[The dwarf speaks human words: Stranger, are you lost? 】

Zhao Chuanxin just mentioned it in his heart.

In his impression, dwarfs and the like are usually cruel.

[I shook my head, saying no. 】

[The dwarf said: Stranger, the air here is full of spores. Try not to stay too long or you will get sick. See those winged moths in the sky? They are attracted by the bright light of the lantern flowers. Their feces fall to the ground, nourishing the bacteria here, and after the bacteria die, they become nutrients for the lantern flowers. The fruit of the lantern flower is our food. 】

This closed-loop ecosystem made Zhao Chuanxin interested. He had also heard that people who inhale too many spores would suffer from mushroom lung.

He wrote in his diary: "I asked the dwarfs: Why don't you get sick?"

[The dwarf seemed very happy to have outsiders chatting with him, and the conversation was very lively. He said: Strangers, outsiders call us forest elves. Forest elves will never get sick or poisoned, that's just the way our bodies are. 】

Zhao Chuanxin wrote again: "I said to the forest elves: So, if an animal eats you, will it be immune to all poisons?"

[Forest Elf:...]